Part IV: A Cake without Frosting (or) Happy in Hell
---Ron's POV
I watch as my breath makes visible clouds in front of me. The tears on my face have long since frozen, and I take a liberal amount of interest in the cold area around me and its oddly comforting effects.
The air has numbed my skin, and, somehow, my heart as well.
I can't feel the pain I did a half an hour ago. I can't dwell and brood on the fact that Harry just asked Cho out, that she just happily accepted. Not here, in this surreal world of white.
I wonder how the cold could make so many people so miserable.
I ponder this, and as I do, I realize that I'm not like other people. No, not because of the 'I like guys a helluva lot more than girls', but it's something else.
I like to take the worst of things.
Maybe it has something to do with never getting the best of anything, but I see it now, here in the snow. I like the cold more then the warmth. I like my cake without frosting. I'm in love with a boy who is supposed to be my best friend, but may very well not even know I exist.
Wow.
But my mind has no time what so ever to think about this further, because just then, I catch a glimse of yellowing parchment against the white. Curious, I make my way over to it.
A poem.
A love poem.
A love poem dedicated to me.
I read it, and read it again.
I shall know you
Like I know he shan't
I'm stunned. The last line is smeared, so it takes a few minutes to make out… O8^Oo ^^^IEOY… Dra-Dra- Draco- Draco?! Draco Malfoy?!?!
Glory Hallelujah. And the biggest surprise is the that I'm not numb anymore: I can suddenly feel the cold surrounding me.
And I guess it suddenly hits me.
I've been happy in hell. And heaven just came knocking.
```TBC```
---Ron's POV
I watch as my breath makes visible clouds in front of me. The tears on my face have long since frozen, and I take a liberal amount of interest in the cold area around me and its oddly comforting effects.
The air has numbed my skin, and, somehow, my heart as well.
I can't feel the pain I did a half an hour ago. I can't dwell and brood on the fact that Harry just asked Cho out, that she just happily accepted. Not here, in this surreal world of white.
I wonder how the cold could make so many people so miserable.
I ponder this, and as I do, I realize that I'm not like other people. No, not because of the 'I like guys a helluva lot more than girls', but it's something else.
I like to take the worst of things.
Maybe it has something to do with never getting the best of anything, but I see it now, here in the snow. I like the cold more then the warmth. I like my cake without frosting. I'm in love with a boy who is supposed to be my best friend, but may very well not even know I exist.
Wow.
But my mind has no time what so ever to think about this further, because just then, I catch a glimse of yellowing parchment against the white. Curious, I make my way over to it.
A poem.
A love poem.
A love poem dedicated to me.
I read it, and read it again.
I shall know you
Like I know he shan't
I'm stunned. The last line is smeared, so it takes a few minutes to make out… O8^Oo ^^^IEOY… Dra-Dra- Draco- Draco?! Draco Malfoy?!?!
Glory Hallelujah. And the biggest surprise is the that I'm not numb anymore: I can suddenly feel the cold surrounding me.
And I guess it suddenly hits me.
I've been happy in hell. And heaven just came knocking.
```TBC```