Just the intro people. Now this is a story i wrote a long long time ago. So i will be able to update once everyday.
Hermione couldn't believe that she had let her mind wander again. This is not something that she let happen often and yet it has been happening a lot lately. A fact she was not proud of but was of yet unable to stop.
Looking down at the parchment she had been writing on she noticed that she had written a poem. It wasn't even a good one. But it was one that had been going around and around in her head for a few days not. Really it was natural that she had scribbled it down now.
Like a moth to a flame.
In this life I am surrounded by people that are pretending to be something there not,
For a while I was one of them,
I realise now that I was not living,
But faking my way through the world,
Playing their rules made me empty,
I thought everybody felt this way inside,
So I carried on being me but not,
Then I talked to you,
I opened like a flower,
Shared my secrets with you,
And you alone,
Then you saw my shell,
The cover that the lord has given me,
And you backed away,
Gave up on the flower,
Let it die,
That's when I knew why people pretended,
Because to show one's self is to be vulnerable to the bastards of the world,
And when I show myself,
They come like a moth to a flame.
Sighing deeply. Hermione thought about how she had gotten into this mess in the first place. It was all his entire fault. He started it.
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