This is a poem for Harry and Draco From Harry's point of view.

You whisper like a dangling string

And I'm hanging on your every word

Climbing closer to your lips

Desperate to believe what I have heard

Have you ever listened to a smile?

Sounds like a rush from an open door

You run to it, but it shuts itself

Leaves you yearning, wanting more

My fingers change their point of view

They trace the outline of your cheek

They can't hear your smile anymore

"Look at me! Why don't you speak?"

Have you ever listened to a smile?

Sounds like a rush from an open door

Have you ever listened to a tear?

The sound of not listening anymore