DISCLAIMER: I don't own the characters or anything, you all know the drill…
You have become ice.
I close my eyes and allow the memories of when you were a dazzling blaze of passionate fire penetrate the hollowness of my empty mind. I knew you were fire and I willing chose to play, unconcerned with the burns I knew I would eventually suffer. I allowed myself to be consumed; hiding from the pain I didn't want to know was coming. I can see you, as you were, your controlled gaze finding me and hinting at such wonders I could only imagine. In these memories I dwell, yearning for the time before you burnt me. My eyes open just in time to catch the undisguised contempt your cold green eyes spear me with.
I flee the room, bursting into the corridor just as the tears escape from my eyes, burning torturous rivers down my cheeks. My heart breaks all over again, the pieces ripping and tearing apart, as if you had personally reached into my heart and torn it with your bare hands. I gasp with the pain, staggering around the corner. My blurred vision barely senses looming obstacles; I stumbled around various students and teachers ignoring their astonished looks and cries.
Out of the Great Hall and running, I trip and fall onto the muddy ground. I scramble to my feet and continue, seeking refuge I know I will never find. The safely of your arms is all I crave, but you are ice, and will never let me in. As I dive into the lake I feel the icy cold that surrounds you. Holding my breath I feel pain, but this hurt is one hundredth of what you have made me feel. My edges of my mind become numb and I remember, I remember how you held me, how you kissed me, how you told me I was yours. I was naïve to listen, to believe, to trust. I allow the cold and darkness to consume me, wishing it were you.
My eyes open with a start. This isn't how it should be. I wanted to die, why am I here? I realise I am in the hospital ward and begin to laugh while the tears once again cascade over my cheeks. I hear a movement beside me and turn my head. I am greeted by an icy stare and smug sneer. 'You can't,' he whispers, 'you can't even kill yourself. Not even death wants you, Snape', he tells me as he smiles. He picks himself up and leaves the room, exuding untouchable icy grace and beauty. I stand up, walk slowly and determinedly after him and leave the hospital ward.
Alone and calm at last I am sitting on his bed. I run the sharpened blade down one wrist and then the other, sinking into the memories of fire and passion. I lay my head on his pillow and inhale his scent. 'You have become ice,' I whisper as I close my eyes and dampen his bed with my life.
