Passion 》h.s.

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"You say passion is a powerful thing?" Each bead of sweat trickled his clammy fore head, allowing his tousled curls to stick in various arrangements, creating almost an intriquite work of art.

Dismay swam about his words, for he had never came in contact with a passion that held so much strength, a passion even himself was frightened of.

"Indeed it is. But what most people don't understand is that passion can bring out the worst and best in a certain individual, that passion summoned from a certain event, memory, book, anything your mind can think of. But be careful with the choices you make, for the people who say love blinds you, haven't met passion."

Harry ran his lanky fingers through his disheveled mop of curls, tugging at the ends and stubborn nots he's grown less than fond of. Harry's frightened state only increased at the mans words. This new found passion of his burned and sparked for one thing in particular, one person in particular, a person he no longer can live with out; yet all of this emotion scared him to his core for his emotions have been raw and hidden for as long as he can remember.

The elderly man shut his well torn book, and removed his rectangular shaped glasses, along with a less than joyful sigh.

"Tell me Harry, why the sudden interest in this lightly touched subject of passion?"

Harry's hard gaze met the mans understanding one, the crease between his eye brows becoming prominent as his thoughts deepened.

"Because I think I've finally discovered that exact passion, and there's no way in hell I'm letting it go."

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Another new idea I have (: Hope you all like it and just like "Scandalous" , if this one gets enough reads and shizzz then I'll continue it (:

-Maria ♥