by grey chemistry
AFAR
Lying placidly,
peacefully, silently
on the linen sheets,
her eyes open,
her body stiff
with utter shock.
He watches, from afar.
Her friends visit,
take hold of hands
and whisper something,
he doesn't know what.
Only Merlin knew
that he had wanted to do so too.
But no, it mustn't be
in the light of lamp,
only in the dark night.
So he watches,
he watches from afar.
Her open mouth,
doesn't close one bit
as the nurse checkes her.
He wishes to touch her cheek,
to apologise to her,
for her miserable state.
But the night is still far.
So he watches from afar.
At last the darkness descends
with its mysterious charm.
The hall is silent.
No longer he is compelled
to watch from afar.
Quickly, almost shyly, he walks
to her place of rest.
"Please wake up.",
he whispers gently in her ear.
"It's just not the same without
you Granger.", he continues.
"Just wake up and then
we'll be back to Mudblood
and Pureblood."
"Oh, curse it all!", he says
in a hoarse low mutter,
straddles her and cups her
cheeks, seeing her
delicate features light up
in his faint blue light from
his wand.
He doesn't know
what overcomes him
but abandoning all reason,
he kisses her gently.
He is inexperienced,
it's his first after all.
He is highly unpracticed
but it doesn't matter.
He stays, bending upon her,
hopelessly waiting
for a reaction.
"Merlin!", he sighs,
"I just kissed Hermione
Granger. Petrified."
But he doesn't come down just then.
No, he watches,
this time from near.
He sees her hair,
which he calls
a bush in the glowing
sunlight, spread around
her serene face like a
sacred halo. Yes, sacred
she is to him.
She is his sanctuary,
a peaceful haven.
And he knows it.
He gets down from her tenderly,
removing her messy twirls
from her forehead.
He lovingly clasps her hand.
"Goodbye Granger.", he
murmurs, giving her
cheek one last feathery
touch,
knowing that she would
be unknowing
about these encounters
in the silence of the night.
He walks away sullenly,
heart utterly heavy.
He knows what he has
done, wasn't
something his family
would approve of.
But it doesn't matter,
for he was able
to watch her from near,
wallow in her
pleasant beauty.
The dark and quiet
corridors greet him,
the blowing wind through
them almost saying
that his strange liking
for her is doomed
from the beginning.
But he doesn't need
telling, he knows his
fate, their fate.
He knows he is made
to watch her from afar.
And afar it will be.
REVIEW!
By the way this was my first shot at free verse. I hope you liked it! :D Please review what you think. Also if you liked this, will you mind checking out my other stories, namely—
1. Nightly Dialogues
2. Of Envelopes
3. Night Sky
4. Revelatio
5. Of Cigarettes And Muddiness ?
Please.