Harry stares at the other boy
His bright green eyes alive,
With the passion of forbidden love
Draco feels his stare,
Wishes he could press it to him
And never let go
Letting it tell him
That they would be always
Hermione sits at their red and gold table
Smiling to herself
Both at the concept of these two boys fooling the world
And the image of them together
Ron sits beside Harry
Like he always has
Confused, and angry
That his friend would do something like this
Blaise, Draco's steadfast companion
Grins and nods, the opposite of
Ron, happy because his friend is happy
Happy because he sees no difference in the love of two boys
As opposed to anyone else
Who can understand their love
What kind of world is it when, even filled with magic
The deepest kind, love, is shunned if it is
Different.