Teasing my heart
A love/hate/denial poem in Hermione's POV
I love you but I'm not in love with you
And you can't seem to distinguish the difference
You fail to realise that though you're my best friend
My heart belongs to another
You tease me mercilessly and will never relent
No matter how much I ask
It is alas our only difference
The breaking of our friendship
But surely you know that I'm not in love with you?
I've told you many a time before.
We've had the convosation again and again
And yet you continue
Then the others, they tease me about you
They tell me I blush when I say your name
When I don't
It's all in their minds, because it is another whose name I flush
They tease me about him too
But they don't actually realise that it's true
I didn't really realise my feelings till late
When they started teasing
I might blush at his name, laugh at his jokes
But if you have guessed, (and I'm sure you have)
Then why do you tease?
If you are my friend, then why do I hate it so?
Everyone mocks me for my apparent obviousness
How do I tell you that you are wrong?
How do I tell them that they aren't right?
How do I tell them that it is in fact the other boy who haunts my mind?
When I look at you I see a certain smugness which you try to hide
It makes me think of you as arrogant, which I know you aren't.
When I look at him all I do is smile at his face
For he is the one who cares
He is the only one who doesn't mock me for you
Unlike you Ronald Weasley
You poke fun at my apparent feelings to you
And you're going out with that nasty piece of work?
I can't help but think you're an egotistical prat
Because you know me better than others
You know the truth
I can see it in your eyes sometimes
A glint per say, when you slide in a comment
Whenever I mention him, however offhand
Your eyes flash with a spark of glee
Because you know I love him
You know that the people who mock me are right
Because you know that their teasing is no mockery
And yet you tease
A/N: I realise this doesn't rhyme or anything, but I was feeling particularly emo and obviously don't want to cut myself, (never have, never will) after an argument with my best boy mate which prompted me to write this and change the story mildly. It's based around meā¦kind of.
Except of course its Hermione 'speaking' in the poem to Ron about the fact he mocks her about her loving him when she loves another and he knows it. So much for best mates huh?
Hope you understand it well enough, I love using emo feelings to write stuff. Letting out all the anger in a safer and constructive way.
