Author's Note: A short poem about Hermione's love for Harry...
It was all so confusing
To me
To him
It was almost nothing
To him it was something
But it didn't mean much
To me
It meant the world
To Hermione,
The Bookworm,
It meant more then just a kiss,
It felt real.
Like the realest thing I had ever felt
To Harry,
The Boy Who Lived,
It was just a kiss
Maybe it was out of sympathy.
Maybe he was lonely.
But I wasn't lonely
And it didn't feel like sympathy to me.
But I've been told
That I'm self-absorbed
That I feel sorry for myself
Too much
And that I make my problems
Much bigger then they are
He's what I always wanted.
He's what I needed.
He's the hero in my life
Maybe I cry too much.
Maybe I lie too much.
Maybe it's just the fact
That we're best friends.
I could hardly look at him anymore,
Knots grew in my stomach,
I started to sweat,
My thoughts ran wild.
His dreams are becoming
Better and larger then life.
My life was too boring.
My parents are dentists.
His level of fame is enough
To make every girl run away.
Run away from the fame…
Too much of it kills.
I'll stay though.
If you really, truly love someone,
Then you would stay by their side.
If you love someone
You'd live with what they brought
To the table.
I love Harry James Potter.
Harry James Potter
Loves
Hermione Jane Potter.
And the night he gave me my first kiss
Was on my 16th birthday.
And the night he asked me to marry him
Was when I graduated from Hogwarts.
And the night I gave birth to
Brea Lillian Potter
Said that we had something to finally call our own.
I was lost.
He found me.
Nothing was left
Unsaid.
Nothing was left
Undiscovered.
Everything is here.
That's how I describe love.
Author's Note: Yes, I am a one-shot junkie. It's official. But short, simple and sweet is what I'm about! I can't contain myself! Hope you liked it!
-Steph