Disclaimer; Right you know the drill. HARRY POTTER and all of his friends belong to the ah-mazing JK Rowling, but the poem is my own work, was written in 2007
What my friends mean to me
Hermione's story
I've thought back over the years. How Ron, Harry and I came through thick and thin, stayed together, best friends stronger by day.
Sure Ron can be an idiot, and Harry can even be moody, but I love them both and I wouldn't have it any other way.
Without my friends
Where would I be?
The laughter
The jokes
The secrets
The love
I know they always ask me to do their homework, they know they're only joking.. Most of the time, and they would help me when I need them just as I would for them.
Our friendship is strong and true
Best friends since our first year on Halloween.
There would be nothing there
My friends complete me as a person
The calls
The talks
The smiles
The happiness
First year it was a troll and Quirrill
Second year was Tom Riddle and a Basilisk
Third year was Dementors and Sirius Black
Fourth year was the Tri-Wizard Tournament
This year it's Umbridge and the return of Voldemort
Would all disappear and be no more
They are here for me and I am here for them
I tell them things no one knows
They tell me and each other things no one knows
Our troubles
Our heartaches
Are arguments
Each other's backs
Somehow I don't know if our friendship can survive this constant suppression, or Harry's disintegrating mood.
But them I think about everything we've been through, and I remember that we can, because most friends would've gone their separate ways with the amount of trouble we're always in. But not us.
With the help of the new generation of Dumbledore's Army, we, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley and Harry Potter can get through this.
Together.
We all have them.
We stick together.
We cry, we laugh, we hate, we love, we argue, we talk.
Without my friends
I would be nothing.
A/N: Please read and review, it's always nice to hear what other people want to say about my stories