It's an ancient, reused story;
Boy and girl meet.
Once enemies, but then lovers,
One falls in defeat.
And she thought she had escaped
From those threads of fate.
She tried to dodge and weave,
But it was already too late.
She fled to the other side of battle,
She fought for what was true,
But the feelings that lay deep inside her
Infected her all the way through.
And so they were trapped in an endless dance,
An endless disarray.
She may have actually thought it honest
If it weren't so damn cliché.
And, sure, they both shed tears,
And willingly let blood flow,
Because no matter them knowing that it was wrong
They could not let the other go.
But it's an ancient, reused story
That is doomed from the start.
They both knew it to be so,
But still both ending up with each other's hearts.
And, though it's sad and false,
They let themselves pretend,
But because it's so damn cliché,
His side loses in the end.
She'll deny it when they ask her later
If she held his hand the whole night through,
But she held him while he left,
Unable to deny her love so true.
She hated it,
The fact that it was cliché,
But looking at his smiling, loving, cold face
She wouldn't have it any other way.
And she wishes it had been different
That their story wasn't the same
As every other star crossed lovers
The ending ends with shame.
And she wishes it had been different,
That it had ended a different way;
They couldn't been happy and accepted
If their world weren't so damn cliché.
A/N: This one is open to any miscellaneous pairings that will probably never occur in reality. But I like it, because, it makes light of the fact that it is cliché. I've written beter, but I've also written (much, much, much) worse.
Disclaimer: J. K. Rowling (a.k.a. 'the Beast') owns Harry Potter.
Summary: I know Draco and Hermione are farfetched and cliché, but, frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn what you say. Poemfic. Oneshot.