Disclaimer: I think it's pretty obvious that I don't own Harry Potter. It's been said enough times. Come on. I know I'm brilliant, but I'm not THAT smart!
A brush of the hair,
Cool, sweet kisses,
Gentle though passionate.
Nothing could come between them,
Or so they thought,
Until their one last kiss.
He loved her,
And she loved him.
But their love had to remain secret.
For if it was found out,
She would be hated,
And he, killed.
Though he'd be killed anyways,
Either him or her best friend,
Which they remembered with their one last kiss.
The day he would be gone,
She sensed it,
So did he.
They said goodbye,
With,
Gentle, yet passionate.
With one last kiss,
The day he was gone,
She wept for him.
They would never see again.
But Hermione moved on,
Although she would never forget Tom, her true love.
Or their one last kiss.