Dear readers I had inspiration for this poem and I felt I needed it to be shared.
P.s. in the beginning of my story about dramione I have the two begin as friends and then enemy's during the ride to Hogwarts their first year. It depicts how each other feels about their separation and their anxiety. critique me I will never get better if you don't so yell at me and make me listen to all my wrong grammar so I can fix it please R&R!

Words, phrases, thoughts
I'm drifting in and out
nouns verbs adjectives
my voice emits a shout

Crimson blood smeared
I need someone's help
sculpted liquid forgotten
I plead with a yelp

Velvet scars adorned
my frightening dream fades
ancient fears forgotten
as my courage invades

I awake and find myself
buried in snow
of hurt and shame
no one will know.

Hermione's thoughts on Draco it can be interchangeable to Draco's thoughts of Hermione.

Why did everything get so out of hand? Why did I not see that true love was there always waiting, perched, and ready to attack at the least expected moments? I Hermione Jean Granger am in love with Draco Malfoy. The problem with that is that I am supposed to be best friends with his worst enemy along with being Harry's girlfriend. I liked Harry a lot, but I didn't like him like I should for being his girlfriend. Ronald was like a brother to me and he was after Lavender Brown. Draco was a bad ass and I liked him for that, I wanted to be his so I could have him.

It all went wrong that day on the train. I was supposed to be sharing a compartment with Draco, but I had some fellow students (cough cough Ronald and Harry), who needed a place to rest in until we arrived at Hogwarts. Harry was delightful, somewhat intelligent, with a great talent of being able to read people by their actions.
Ronald, that's another story. He was stupid, not to be too harsh. He was oblivious to pretty much everything and anything. I soon learned this out as we grew nearer and nearer to our new home for seven years.

I saw Draco walk by my compartment hoping to sit with me, but he found it occupied more than just his friend Hermione. The two loners who he had run into earlier had been present in there and he just didn't have the guts to try and win over the beautiful girl who sat in silence hoping and praying that she would still get the chance to be friends with that handsome blond boy she met during her trip to Diagon Alley.

Draco saw something else. He saw lust and yearning from the two boys in Hermione's compartment. He was too jealous to be anything else at the moment. He did not want to let those feelings be known because he wasn't supposed to love a mudblood. He wasn't supposed to even talk to them. He was in love, but couldn't admit it, and he had decided all hell was going to be let loose in order for all to feel his pain.

That is the reason why Hermione's, Harry's, and Ron's first six Hogwarts years came to pass, with the three of them being arch enemies with Draco Malfoy.

The beginning of my story takes place with me Hermione Jane Granger, officially Head Girl, of my seventh and final year at Hogwarts School of Witch Craft and Wizardry. I arrived on the platform, psyched, and ready to be on my way. McGonagall, current headmistress of the school, stated in my Head Girl letter that I was to arrive in the prefects' compartment the moment I was to arrive on the train.

I said my hellos to Harry and Ron and made my way to the prefect's compartment. I, like always, was presently about five minutes early. I took my seat that was marked at the far left side of the room. The seat to my right was marked Head Boy and the seat to my left was marked Headmistress. I began to mope that I wouldn't be able to sit next to Ron, him being my best friend and because Harry was too busy to deal with prefect duties. Harry and I have been going out for the last three months ever since he defeated Lord Voldemort. My thoughts were interrupted when I saw blond hair, and grey eyes, proudly bearing the Head Boy badge enter the compartment and make his way to sit next to me with that evil smirk, ever masking his placid face. I rolled my eyes and whispered to myself, "Here we go again!"