A/N: Dramione poem written for the Daily Prophet poetry competition. Quidditch League Fanfiction Competition. Chaser 1 of Wimbourne Wasp.
I'll never forget the look in her eyes.
She thought she could hide it by clever disguise.
She had a wrinkled nose and chestnut hair.
She made me realize what had always been there.
She had a dance of freckles that littered her face,
She had poise and laughter that was filled with so much grace,
I could only admire her only from afar,
But every move she makes leaves a scar.
She burns me up with her quick wit.
She makes me realize that I am being git.
She's quick with a punch and I'm quick with an insult.
It doesn't help that we're positively occult.
She caught me staring one time before.
In fact, it was when she was dancing in the middle of the floor.
I watched as she laughed and danced with that dunce.
Maybe I should have asked her to dance just once.
But the searing fire that followed her glare,
Told me that I couldn't continue to stare.
She melted my heart with that fiery gaze.
She turned my ice cold front into a watery glaze.
I'm not sure why and I'm not sure how.
But she manages to turn my world upside down.
Fire met ice and defeated it slowly.
I like her despite her class being so lowly.
She makes me wonder if I have a chance.
She is what I need, if only by happenstance.