The Rose Family – Robert Frost

The rose is a rose,
And was always a rose.
But the theory now goes
That the apple's a rose,
And the pear is, and so's
The plum, I suppose.
The dear only know
What will next prove a rose.
You, of course, are a rose--
But were always a rose.

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The theory, these days, seems to be that no matter where you are, and no matter what you're doing, you're never alone. Which is true, in a sense. Every single person in this world has – or at least, they should have – one person who is always thinking about them. Be it good or bad is left in the hands of the thinkers.

However, our own minds are the deciding factors in our loneliness. Whether or not you choose to acknowledge those who are thinking of you is your choice. Your entire life is your choice, if you really get down to it.

But your heart is one of the few things about yourself that you have no control over. Unfortunate for some, but a blessing for others.

And when your heart chooses to love the enemy… well, that's when things begin to get complicated. Your entire being acknowledges them, whether you wish to or not, and your body begins to shake, without your permission. This would be the unfortunate, but ever blissful type of love.

This, my friends, is the type of love where you shout until you're throat is hoarse, and yet you still feel like you've said nothing of importance. It is the love that is accepted by you, but not by others.

It is the type of love in which their minds were set in different places, and their ideas of beauty entirely different. But they had one thing in common. Their hearts were set in exactly the same place; with each other.

It had not escaped either of them that their relationship would be publicly scorned upon. But the thing of the matter was that they had no control over it. They were two of the very limited amounts of people that did choose to acknowledge those who thought about them.

And it has made all the difference.

Stubborn? Yes. Dignified? Always. And quarrelsome was a definite.

But in love? That was where people failed to see the connection. It was there, though. Perhaps the beauty of their love was that it had to be felt, and not seen.

But perhaps Hermione and Draco didn't need to express love the way that so many of their peers seemed to crave. Perhaps the beauty of their love was the trust in the other's feelings for them, and the belief in their long-lasting relationship.

And perhaps Hermione and Draco expressed their love differently than would be expected of them.

But, as was soon discovered, despite whatever type of love their friends felt they shared, Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy would not be deterred away. And that, perhaps, is the greatest beauty of all.