Drabble. Was suppose to be a fic. Can't come up with anything. Inspired by song: Fire on Fire - Sam Smith
Summary:
Two orphans attend Hogwarts in 1 September 1991.
Tom Riddle Jr.'s mother died minutes after giving birth. Years later, Tom Riddle Sr. was found dead inside the Riddle Manor.
Hermione Granger's parents were killed in a car accident in broad daylight during a rare sunny day.
Nothing was perfect except for of all their Outstanding's in every class.
She arrives in a mist of viridian.
And flames of emerald follows.
Like a Phoenix from the ashes.
She rises without a sound.
She comes closer.
Still not a word.
She grips the air.
It's hot and cold.
My fingers tighten.
The glass comes up.
She's steadfast with her walk.
The alcohol burns with every step.
From memories, her lips are soft.
Yet, she's never gentle when she kisses
She's always burning with desire.
Our nights are filled with lust.
She says, we're perfect together.
I can't escape her tight grasp.
We belong together, I say.
She smiles and eyes gleam.
We're just two people trying.
Monsters, she says without care.
We're sinners with hopes.
Kindred souls, who love chaos.
Her fingers are soft.
I'm wrapped around them.
It's hard to breath.
Her breath is warm.
Lord Voldemort, she whispers.
My Horcrux falls from her hand.
She saves my soul.
Be careful, my love.
I missed you, I confess
As have I, she replies.
Her kiss is maddening.
Our lust is insatiable.
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