A/N: Hi! This is a short little drabble/poem I thought of one night. So here it is. Not very well edited but please read!
Desire by Fire, Affection for Ice
Drabble or Poem.
A Dramione and Romione
Fire
My best friend forever, my sun when I'm gloomy,
His cinnamon brown eyes so warm, that it can melt away the ice in my heart as fast as he makes me smile.
Smile.
The perfect smile that is etched upon his freckled face,
Truly contagious,
If he isn't a disease, than I've never been sick.
But the romance is buried deep,
Deep down is the carefree friendship that will never fade.
He laughs on our way to out next class, peals of his chuckles wipe away the stone façade I put up for everyone else, to block away my true colors.
I am me.
The me-est me I'll ever be, with him.
He understands me,
Reads me,
Knows me.
He's my best friend.
But he's not him.
Ice
His smile, lights up the dark world I'm trapped in.
His eyes, grey piercing eyes, caught staring at me, and for that moment I feel like we have something.
A stolen moment, a subtle glance,
Inside, I'm praying that we will end up together.
The moments when he walks by me,
The air, shifts mood,
And that's when my heart starts singing that unique melody that it plays only for you.
Secret, glances are thrown your way.
Do you see me yet?
Am I still just another face you pass by in the corridors.
Is that all I will ever be to you?
When will you see me?
I'm tired of waiting on something that will never happen.
But I will never be tired of you.
I realize what I need isn't the warm security Ron gives me. The promise that my future and the rest of my life is set in stone. I don't need the safe, set, life that I always thought I'd want. I need Draco. I need the fact that I'm always being tested. A challenge, unknown. A love always kindled, always cracking with intensity. I need the silver molten eyes staring into mine, daring me to go further, more into depth. I don't need to be the most me I can be, because I don't even know what that is anymore. I need to be happy. I want to be always on my toes. I don't want to be bored.
But I don't know how to do that. I don't know when he will realize. Or maybe he does realize. Maybe I'm just not good enough.
But that's the package for when you fall for ice. The coldness will be there to always wake you up. You will never be bored with the forever changing sheet on ice under you. But with that, is the constant risk of cracking. You never know when he will wake up one day, crack, and realize you aren't good enough.
But for now, I'm still waiting for the Ice under me to form. Because with ice, I won't have regrets. With Draco, I'll be properly in love.
Love is not the mushy cards and sappy words.
Love is giving someone the power to let go of your anchoring rope on your hot air balloon,
And trusting them to hold on tight.
A/N: Thanks for reading! I hope it wasn't too bad! I wrote this in one night when the idea popped into my mind like all of a sudden! It's a very short drabble, and I'm not sure how much I like It but I appreciate all of you guys for reading it and it would make my entire day if you could review it for me. Thank You everyone I love you all
-Shelli
