an: I felt like writing something, so I'm going to start some drabbles. This was somehow inspired by Harry and Hermione on the Deathly Hallows soundtrack, I believe. Otherwise it would be on the Half-Blood Prince soundtrack. Inspired by the amazing Somniantis. This is sort of random, but I hope you like it.

dedicated to all of my beloved friends and fans.

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Colors swirled, swam, and flew. Streams of pink, yellow, red, and blue sparkled and shimmered in the emeralds that were her eyes. He couldn't keep his tawny eyes from her near-flawless face. Her pale yellow gown glittered and seemed to swallow her tiny waist and she twirled across the barely-pink floor. She stared into the eyes of the boy who held her and could not help but become entranced by his beauty. The ballroom that surrounded her started to fade in the background until she could no longer hear the music.

"Do you know what love is?" he asked her, a note of breathlessness in his voice.

"Yes," she replied with the same air breathlessness in her voice.

"Oh really?" he said with a smirk in his voice. "What is it?"

"It's this," she couldn't help but smile back, pulling his face closer and closer to hers until she could smell the Mezzaluna on his breath. Before she could smash her lips onto his, he pulled away from her and looked her in the eye.

"Oh, Layne. This," he spread his arms wide, "isn't real."

The colors, sounds, and smells of the ballroom rushed back at her, causing her to stumble over her canary colored shoes. Layne fell to the floor with a clatter while everyone around her kept dancing like nothing had ever happened.

"W-what do you mean that this is fake, Josh?" she inquired with a slight quiver in her voice.

Josh smiled the devious, lovable smile that always made girls drool. "This is a dream, Layne. Nihil verum amplius."

Layne's eyebrows furrowed in confusion, but soon changed to sadness as she realized that Josh, as well as the rest of the ballroom, was fading like a distant memory.

"No! Josh, wait! What do you mean?" she cried out.

He smiled his beautiful smile, outstretched his transparent hand to her cheek and whispered, "nothing is real anymore."

With that, Josh, and everything else, turned into dust-beautiful, golden dust.

Listen to the song.

Concrit is a treasure.