A/N: Written for the Monthly Het-Tastic Drabble-athlon, Ron/Hermione, #088 – hot
A Larger Poetry Collection
150. In Two Tempers
When they were in one of their temper fights
you couldn't be too near them
otherwise you'd get burnt
and burnt bad
'cause there'd be no-one there to run the sores
in aloe vera
But if that's you, imagine the pair of them?
Charred corpses soothed only because their flames
were wrapped with love, and they'd be happy afterwards,
free from the anger that'd had let them both be burning monsters
and the volcano wanting to explode
And you don't want to be near it when it explodes
but they're fine, together, because they're used to
fighting for their love
And they are in love; there's no denying that;
they just have two tempers
that often clashed with the force
of an erupting volcano.