Self-prompt: Fleeting
Star-burst Moments
Fleeting moments in time were all they ever had. Star-burst seconds spent together. So infantile that most wouldn't call them moments at all. Hell she wasn't sure what they really were. Were they moment or were they dreams of a misplaced reality; prolific glances in to a better time and place perhaps?
No they were moments, if for no one other than the two of them. Star-crossed lovers bond to live their lives from opposing fields, but never truly living.
To them life, real life was in the moments; in the stolen seconds when eyes met from across the great hall and quidditch pitch or meetings in darkened halls and empty classrooms.
Yes, in those moments they weren't the poor littlest Weasley and the rich arrogant Malfoy. No, in those moments they were only a boy and a girl; two lovers truly living. They were left, right, and center. They were hot, cold, and temperate, first and ice combined. They were nothing and everything all at once. They simply were.
