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Eyes of Storms, Hair of Flame
by Norbert and Jesta
The Heavens opened, celestial tears mingling with those of Draco Malfoy. His stormy eyes were windows to his tormented soul and told a tragic tale that words could not. He could hardly feel the rain as he sat huddled in the Forbidden Forest. He didn't know what he was doing there. He didn't know anything anymore. All he knew was pain and suffering and heartbreak. Every moment of his life was now torture.
On the other side of the tree, another fifth year boy was feeling every one of those poisoned tears in his own heart. The rain was quenching his fiery spirit and only his hair remained helplessly vibrant. It seemed vulgar in the light of such despair.
Suddenly, a voice came to his agonised ears. 'RON!!!' it yelled.
Ron started. For a moment he thought... he had dared to suppose... no, it couldn't be...
'RON!!!'
...but it was!!
'DRACO!!!!' he yelled back.
'RON!!'
'DRACO!!'
Ron started to sprint around to the other side of the tree. Unfortunately, so did Draco. As their heads collided, their hearts burst and they fell to ground in each other's arms.
This was the moment they had been waiting for forever. This was destiny's plan. Ron caressed Draco's silver hair and they both sobbed their tears of sorrow and joy.
Eventually, Ron said: 'Draco... I thought you'd never love me...'
'I do, I do!' sobbed Draco, 'I only pretended to hate you because I couldn't face my feelings. My heart was throbbing and every beat was like a fatalistic drum!'
'Me too!' cried Ron. 'IT DOESN'T MAKE SENSE!!!' he yelled, tormented, into the wild night.
Draco held him and murmured softly, 'Love doesn't have to make sense, Ron.'
The End...?