A/N: TIS THE SEASON FOR ANGSTY JILY, FA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA!
10 guesses what song I was listening to when writing this?
Disclaimer: I don't know who made up Deck the Halls, but cred goes to them. I don't know who made the colour red, but cred goes to them. I do know who made Harry Potter, and so do you, so cred goes to them.
It's the colour of her hair, being tossed over her shoulder, flying about in the winds.
It's the colour of her lips when she pouts because there isn't any treacle tart for desert.
It's the colour that her cheeks turn when you tell her she looks particularly stunning this morning.
It's the colour that flashes around in your mind when you see her off with her boyfriend and your blood begins to boil.
It's the colour that you're filled from head to toe with when she laughs at something you say, when she hugs you before going to bed after a night of rounds.
It's the colour that electrocutes you back to reality once she's ended it with said boyfriend.
It's the colour that you're blinded by when she tells you she ended it with him for you, that she can't think of anyone she'd rather be with.
It's the colour that cackled in the air, filling the atmosphere with heated passion when you first kiss her.
It's the colour that settled over the hushed crowd as she walked up the aisle.
It's the last colour you see before the blinding green.
It's the last flash of her, her shining hair, her tear-stained face, her soft lips crushed to yours, soon screaming your name in choked sobs.
It's red.
A/N: SOBBING MESS UPON THE FLOOR, WHY DO YOU DO THIS TO MEEEE
IT'S MY OWN FAULT FOR SHIPPING JIIIILY!
(it was Red hahahahaaaa I'm so funny)
