A/N: Yeah, this is supposed to be HP/DM slash, but it didn't really come out.... Oh well!
Contemplate: Fire and Ice
He's so cold. Like ice. Chiling the air around him, freezing people in their places with the smallest of glances, the most discreet flicker of eyes. Everyone else shivers when his eyes sweep past. So why am I left feeling so tormented, so aggravated, so.... angry. Like fire. But how does ice produce fire? Is it not made to quell heat, control it? So why does he set me on fire when he is ice?
Cuz I'm burning for you, baby
I know he's ice, always reminds me of it, when his gaze sweeps the Great Hall when entering to attend breakfast or lunch or dinner. Even when stepping through a doorway to the loo, he sweeps his glance across, through everyone and everything there. He has to know where exactly everything is before he begins acting.
And I don't want to lose you, babe
It has to be an act, it just has to be. No one can truly be so cold, so fair, so.... closed. How can it be natural, and what is a human being but nature itself? Or are human beings the opposite of nature, the destruction? Is that how he makes me burn when his ice freezes your blood?
I can't tell you how
He's ice, I know, I have a feeling I've always known. I should feel chilled in his presence, I should freeze. I should feel something cold in the very center of my being whenever my glance lands on him. I should be numbed, senses dulled, everything slower, slowing to the point where I can't even tell if my heart's still beating, if my breath really is still moving.
I lay awake, waiting
I should be, but I'm not
always waiting
I'm not gasping, feeling the warmth of life trying to thaw the ice in my bones, trying to banish this feeling, this feeling that I"ll never feel quite like this, no, nothing like this. I'm not stunned, waiting for him to look elsewhere, to continue whateveri t was he was doing before he looked up, to do what he came here to do, to just.... do.... something.
For something I'm searching for
No, instead of what I should do, I'm burning, burning, hotter than anything I've felt, excpet for him. I'm on fire, pulse racing, breath gasping, tearing through my body like lightning.
waiting for
I don't understand what he does to me, I probably never will. I will never understand how ice can produce fire. I will always wonder what it would feel like to be with him. But ice can't be with fire. We can't be together. Yet it feels like we belong to each other, only each other, no on else. I need him to burn, burn me up, till nothings left, only me. He needs me to freeze, to bring the temperature down until everyone's frozen, not just him.
Fire and ice, ice and fire
Finally together, their desire
I know that I'll be waiting forever for him, and that he'll be waiting forever for me.
But can they truly belong to each other
When one is ice and the other is fire