Disclaimer: I do not own Draco (which is totally unfair) or Hermione.
She sees him,
Walking down the hallway.
His white-blond hair,
Blowing slightly in the breeze through the open window.
Perfect grace as he walks away,
He won't see her, he never has
Enemy's from the beginning
She, wishing they were anything else
He does not know, nor will he ever know.
He feels her eyes.
Following him down the hallway.
He can't see her, but he knows her every feature.
From her soft brown hair to the exact way she holds her books.
He cannot look. She cannot know.
Enemy's from the beginning
He, wishing they were anything else
Father would not approve,
So she will not know, she will never know.
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--Broken Summer