Disclaimer: The Harry Potter world does not belong to me. But they will always hold a special place... deep down inside my heart.


Draco Malfoy - Fire

Fire is…

Tangible.

Can be tasted.

Smelt.

Touched.

It lingered on his burning lips.

Its piquant tang saturated the air, and seared his nostrils.

In his mind's eye, he could see blazing hair and glowing eyes that razed his senses to the ground.

It took away his breath and gave him a new meaning of life.

But fire also has a life.

A cycle.

It has to be stoked, and then…

Its flames will rise and give new hope.

But it will abate and be no more.

Stifled embers.

She had left.

And the fire was doused with cold water.


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