A/N: WOW. Thanks for all the reads, alerts, favorites, reviews, everything! They all just skyrocketed, and I'm so, so grateful! But, be warned: this one isn't my usual fluff. There's tons of angst, so I hope I did okay with it. Enjoy :P

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.:Live to Love:.

.x. sunset .x.

We are polar opposites.

He is the sunrise. The colors of the morning, with pale skin that glitters faintly in the dawn and hair containing scarce streaks of gold. Practically the whole pastel spectrum is present in him someway or another. By the heat of the day he looks the best, his white hair turning a richer blonde and gray eyes brightening until you can see the hints of ice blue near the pupil. He's alive and energetic by noontime and wakes up before the dawn breaks without fail.

Me? I am the sunset. My red curls halo my head like a soft ring of burning light. Dad jokes and often calls me his personal sun, thanks to the striking resemblance. My curls become wilder and wider throughout the day, sometimes catching a pink or orange streak later on. The thin layer of skin that covers me is a deep tan color, and my eyes are a bright blue that almost sparkles purple. And all my studying is always done in the dead of night, when I'm most awake.

The difference between our appearances is striking.

That should just be more proof to me that we are never meant to be together.

One lone tear trails down my cheek in a sorrowful march. Burying my head into the dip between my knees, I silently weep as the soft glow of the setting sun in front of me casts shadows throughout the Hogwarts grounds. The lake is placid and reflecting my curled figure on the smooth, glassy surface, only reminding me of the pain he – more appropriately, the cruel universe – has caused.

Sighing, I lift myself off of the damp grounds and wipe away a few stray tears. I take in one strong, centered breath as the sun creeps down into the far-off horizon. I am trying to be composed, collected. And I can get through this, live through the excruciating pain.

I remind myself of the agonizing truth. That we are never supposed to be together. Just like the sunrise and sunset, we can't exist together, especially in any kind of romantic relationship. Only as separate beings, completing a whole, but never meant to be one at the same time.

We were stupid to give us a go. We were stupid to believe anything meaningful, happy, beautiful would come out of that. We were stupid to think that we could make this star-crossed relationship work, despite him being a Malfoy and me a Weasley, when every inch of gravity and force was pushing us apart.

The last rays of light slip into the landscape, and I know that I have to face my fears. So I start off across the ground, taking steady gulps of air to calm my frazzled nerves. It doesn't work. Did I ever think it would?

I pass him as I am walking into Hogwarts. But I can't help but stop in my tracks when my gaze falls onto that stupid girl that messed up our relationship. She is practically hanging off of him, lips by his ears, probably muttering false terms of endearment to him that I used to whisper, only mine were true. I know I can't keep my gaze on that girl – I don't dare think her name, ex-best friend who? – and so, I bring it straight to him.

It turns out he's been staring at me this whole time. Blankly, not betraying an inch of emotion. No feeling in those gray eyes that remind me so much, at this moment, of a stormy morning where the clouds could release rain at any given time.

And I stare back with, hopefully, a more neutral expression than his. I can't help but notice his eyes leave mine for a second and travel across my tear-streaked cheeks and wet spots on my sweatpants from the soft moisture that had previously fallen from my eyes.

The girl on his shoulder tugs at his arm, but he won't move, not a single inch. And I won't either. Because we're locked in a stare-down, unspoken questions and accusations shooting through the connection between us. I can see through the arched window above the great oak door that it is completely dark now, no light escaping the darkness. And I feel a sharp twang where my heart is, and know it's time to turn around and continue down the corridor again.

I don't belong near him anymore.

Because, in twelve hours, it's his time to rise.


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