Burn

His hair was elegant—like strands of silken platinum. The moonlight shone off his hair, creating a halo. Hermione thought that he somehow resembled a fallen angel. He certainly wasn't Golden, but there was something underneath all that arrogance, all that selfisness. And in the icy rain, in that last moment, she'd paid dearly for loving him. She burned. Very short Dramione Oneshot.