like parallel lines
Their personalities are more conflicting than fire and ice. Many know the classic tales: fire melts ice, yet the newly formed water goes after fire with vengeance.
She loves quiet night spent reading by the fire and drinking lemon chamomile tea. And when the myriad of soft pastels is brought by the rising sun, you can be assured that she's standing by her window, gazing out with a gentle smile and renewed hope. Every day is a miracle, according to her. Obviously, she is the ice- cool and smooth with many thin, carefully constructed layers. Yet ice, cool as it may be, can be reduced to rushed, flowing water in the presence of fire. And then what is it supposed to do?
He prefers the dark, ominous storms. It keeps sane people (in his mind) inside. As for the others- he's learned to ignore them. The sunrise and sunset alike bring a scowl to his face, as they were merely markings of time. They also remind him of the times he's seen her. And that just isn't okay. Like fire, he's dark and burning and out of control, yet basking in his own heated glory and melting the ice he may touch. But the ice turns to water and tortures him, reducing his flames to choking coils of smoke.
Together, they're like parallel lines, destined to see each other just across the street or by the ministry, but never cross paths. A distance must always separate them or you face serious problems.
Because she's Hermione Jean Granger, and why would the flower associate with the weed? Or perhaps because he's Draco Lucius Malfoy, and he's one kind of darkness the light cannot fix.
-Fin.-
Note(s): So, fairly short. Drabble-ish clearly. My first HP, but I've been thinking about doing a full story… Review, perhaps?
-splattered teardrops
p.s. To any of my Clique (mainly ImPer) followers that may be reading this, I'm truly sorry for the delay on Chapter Nine, for my flashdrive is missing.. again. I'm working on the chapter now.