I hated you
Despised you
Loathed you
Your ego was too big
You thought me too low
Hermione narrowed her eyes as Draco Malfoy entered the classroom dungeons. His spiteful glance met hers, and she blinked and looked away. As Harry always said, it never did any good to confront Malfoy. But she hated him all the same. Stupid cold blooded, slick- haired, onion skinned git.
I threw you glances of hate
Glared at you
To show how much
You hurt me
Yet I didn't intend to show my pain
For you might take advantage of it
She looked down at her shoes. She should have fought him in battle the first time she met him. Show him what a Mudblood she was. Mudblood, indeed. She thought, forgetting Harry's words for a moment and sternly looking his way.
He, as usual, was between his two cronies, jeering at Neville. Her anger fired up, as if somehow his insults to Neville had struck a match in her. He looked around the room and his gaze met hers. She glowered at him, as if trying to bore a hole through him. He raised a brow, mocking her. She faltered for a moment, but she stood her ground, still in her silent battle. If Malfoy knew she was backing out, he might make her even angrier.
She blinked again, cursing herself for being such a conspicuous person. Malfoy didn't need telling off from her.
You glared back
Threw me the same looks of pure acid
You probably thought the same of me
Although you did not fear me
She timidly looked back at him from under lowered eyelids. He was still staring her way, his eyes narrowed, too. His gray eyes said it all; she was a miscreant in his eyes, a lib nut for herself and probably just a little obstacle in his relaxed life. She sighed, and turned back to the seatwork Snape had assigned.
You saw my glare
As if in a dream
You were probably thinking of it
in a fraction of your mind
Saw it only as a fly
You had to keep up with
Yet . . .
Draco didn't hear what Crabbe was saying. Hermione kept looking his way angrily. But then again, she always was. What? Did she finally get what courage she had to stand up to him? He scoffed. Her eyes stared at him, unblinkingly. If he'd done that to anyone else, he'd probably look like a fish. But in her case . . . he shook his head. What was he thinking?! Hermione Granger. He ran through the word blindly. Turned it over in his tongue. Crabbe and Goyle stopped their senseless conversation to look at him, but he didn't care.
And in those marble eyes
I softened
It was like you'd melted
And so did my heart
Your gaze seemed to shudder before my very eyes
You'd changed from Hyde to Jekkyll
In a split second
Which I hardly acknowledged
She gasped. She could not think that way. Never. Draco Malfoy? Nah . . . What would Harry think? Or Ron? He was their mortal enemy . . . in a way . . .
You're only thinking of what they would say. She told herself. What about you? She closed her eyes, wanting to see darkness, so that she might think clearly. But all she saw was Draco Xemilian Lucifer Malfoy.
You weren't glaring anymore
I noticed
I saw myself
Reflected in your eyes
Both were staring at each other now. Hermione managed a small smile. Draco's eyes widened, and for a second it looked as if he was going to look away. But he smiled back, and Hermione felt as if she had just swallowed a drop of Butterbeer.
I no longer despised you
Despicable was no longer a part
Of my vocabulary
Did you think the same?
I hoped so
But –
Draco stood up, and as if in a daze, and walked over, ignoring Snape's watchful eye. He grinned shyly, and stood in front of her, his robes billowing around him in the icy draft that blew in through the small barren window.. "Herm, will you-"
"Dismissal time!" Snape bellowed, motioning for everyone to get out. Draco looked at him briefly before trying again. "Herm-"
"Oh, Draco! I missed you so!" Pansy bounced over, grabbing his hand and looking with scorn at Hermione, Harry and Ron. "What are you doing? Hanging out with them? Let's go. Talk about the upcoming dance." She walked away, dragging Draco by the hand. He cast a helpless glance at Hermione apologetically. Hermione felt tears rush to her eyes.
Nothing is perfect
They say
And if there would be
It wouldn't be either
For nothing is.
You apologized
Although I didn't know
I'd forgiven you
A long time ago.
Hermione wiped them away. Draco was half-running now, trying to spare his arm. With his free arm, he put a hand to his lips, kissed it, and held it out, as if to send it through the air. In confusion, Hermione realized he was looking straight at her.
"Catch it . . ." he mouthed, before disappearing around a corner.
Done. . . I made the poem myself. Mercurial Temperament is a scientific term, by the way. It's just cute!
Despised you
Loathed you
Your ego was too big
You thought me too low
Hermione narrowed her eyes as Draco Malfoy entered the classroom dungeons. His spiteful glance met hers, and she blinked and looked away. As Harry always said, it never did any good to confront Malfoy. But she hated him all the same. Stupid cold blooded, slick- haired, onion skinned git.
I threw you glances of hate
Glared at you
To show how much
You hurt me
Yet I didn't intend to show my pain
For you might take advantage of it
She looked down at her shoes. She should have fought him in battle the first time she met him. Show him what a Mudblood she was. Mudblood, indeed. She thought, forgetting Harry's words for a moment and sternly looking his way.
He, as usual, was between his two cronies, jeering at Neville. Her anger fired up, as if somehow his insults to Neville had struck a match in her. He looked around the room and his gaze met hers. She glowered at him, as if trying to bore a hole through him. He raised a brow, mocking her. She faltered for a moment, but she stood her ground, still in her silent battle. If Malfoy knew she was backing out, he might make her even angrier.
She blinked again, cursing herself for being such a conspicuous person. Malfoy didn't need telling off from her.
You glared back
Threw me the same looks of pure acid
You probably thought the same of me
Although you did not fear me
She timidly looked back at him from under lowered eyelids. He was still staring her way, his eyes narrowed, too. His gray eyes said it all; she was a miscreant in his eyes, a lib nut for herself and probably just a little obstacle in his relaxed life. She sighed, and turned back to the seatwork Snape had assigned.
You saw my glare
As if in a dream
You were probably thinking of it
in a fraction of your mind
Saw it only as a fly
You had to keep up with
Yet . . .
Draco didn't hear what Crabbe was saying. Hermione kept looking his way angrily. But then again, she always was. What? Did she finally get what courage she had to stand up to him? He scoffed. Her eyes stared at him, unblinkingly. If he'd done that to anyone else, he'd probably look like a fish. But in her case . . . he shook his head. What was he thinking?! Hermione Granger. He ran through the word blindly. Turned it over in his tongue. Crabbe and Goyle stopped their senseless conversation to look at him, but he didn't care.
And in those marble eyes
I softened
It was like you'd melted
And so did my heart
Your gaze seemed to shudder before my very eyes
You'd changed from Hyde to Jekkyll
In a split second
Which I hardly acknowledged
She gasped. She could not think that way. Never. Draco Malfoy? Nah . . . What would Harry think? Or Ron? He was their mortal enemy . . . in a way . . .
You're only thinking of what they would say. She told herself. What about you? She closed her eyes, wanting to see darkness, so that she might think clearly. But all she saw was Draco Xemilian Lucifer Malfoy.
You weren't glaring anymore
I noticed
I saw myself
Reflected in your eyes
Both were staring at each other now. Hermione managed a small smile. Draco's eyes widened, and for a second it looked as if he was going to look away. But he smiled back, and Hermione felt as if she had just swallowed a drop of Butterbeer.
I no longer despised you
Despicable was no longer a part
Of my vocabulary
Did you think the same?
I hoped so
But –
Draco stood up, and as if in a daze, and walked over, ignoring Snape's watchful eye. He grinned shyly, and stood in front of her, his robes billowing around him in the icy draft that blew in through the small barren window.. "Herm, will you-"
"Dismissal time!" Snape bellowed, motioning for everyone to get out. Draco looked at him briefly before trying again. "Herm-"
"Oh, Draco! I missed you so!" Pansy bounced over, grabbing his hand and looking with scorn at Hermione, Harry and Ron. "What are you doing? Hanging out with them? Let's go. Talk about the upcoming dance." She walked away, dragging Draco by the hand. He cast a helpless glance at Hermione apologetically. Hermione felt tears rush to her eyes.
Nothing is perfect
They say
And if there would be
It wouldn't be either
For nothing is.
You apologized
Although I didn't know
I'd forgiven you
A long time ago.
Hermione wiped them away. Draco was half-running now, trying to spare his arm. With his free arm, he put a hand to his lips, kissed it, and held it out, as if to send it through the air. In confusion, Hermione realized he was looking straight at her.
"Catch it . . ." he mouthed, before disappearing around a corner.
Done. . . I made the poem myself. Mercurial Temperament is a scientific term, by the way. It's just cute!