This is a poem I wrote, not originally for fanfiction, but I believe nearly every poem can be interpreted in the HP world. I like to think this is a Draco/Hermione, but it very well could be Harry/Ginny. Enjoy!

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My heart breaks every time I see him.

His every smile is like a needle in my heart

Because that smile is not for me.

If I dream of him at night,

I wake crying, knowing he is not mine.

And never will be.

I would do anything for him.

I would do anything to make him want me.

But I don't do anything.

I dwell inside myself,

Mourning my loss of an imagined lover.

If I confessed my true feelings,

How would I be rejected?

Gently, for he fears he would hurt me,

Or outrightly, in a way that would kill my soul?

Or, would he accept me, love me,

Or even admit his buried infatuation with me?

Never, not even in my dreams.

Even in my dreams he wanders, leaves me.

Alone.

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Please review and let me know what you think.