Summary: Dramione sonnet, Hermione POV
Disclaimer: No, I don't own HP.
Surely Unrequited
I silently watch him every day
Wishing for him to look just once at me.
I desperately long to hear him say
A slight, only to have notice from he.
I am called by him dumb, bookworm, Mudblood
I slapped him once, realizing after that
He still considered me the very mud
Just above an animalistic cat.
I softly cry myself to sleep at night
Knowing he will never feel for me love
Even if his prejudice is not right
And I wish to be his fragile, sweet dove.
My love is surely unrequited, so
I shouldn't love him when I am so low.