Yes, I know I'm horrible. Yes, I know I should be updating my other fics versus posting a one-shot in a completely different fandom. But we had a poetry assignment in English and this was the result. The prompt was about how something changes into something more beautiful over time.


I do not own Harry Potter. I don't even deserve to because of my nasty habit of not updating for months! I do however own this poem, and one day I will own a Draco plushie.


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That bushy hair

Those beaver teeth

Her powerful punch

She used on me

In third year

But now, somehow

Before my eyes

It's seventh year

How time doth fly

And look now

She's beautiful

Those smarts, that laugh

I glance at her

And start to gasp

Oh Merlin!

Mudblood Granger!

You know this well

She hates your guts

You made her life hell

Since first glance

You have to admit

That you started to fall

That night you saw her

At that bloody Yule Ball

Oh bollocks.

In fact-

"Bloody hell Blaise! Give that back!" Draco reached towards his parchment that was currently being held over the head of his best mate, or the closest to one students in Slytherin had.

"But I don't know what to write! I need some inspiration, and you're actually working on it." Blaise countered climbing up on the couch to move out of Draco's reach.

"Use Pansy's!" Draco told him, getting out of his chair to try and get the parchment away without smudging or ripping it.

"Can't find her. Ooh, what's this?" Blaise said nonchalantly reading the poem, a glint in his eye.

"Don't you dare..." Draco warned.

"Is this about-"

"Say anything else about it and I won't hesitate to avada you right now."

Blaise looked at the wand pointed to his chest. "Now, now be careful with that. Someone could get hurt. Besides this only proves what I already knew."

"You knew!? Who else?" The blonde's eyes widened.

The Italian smiled, "Just me, but only because I know you too well."

Both Slytherins sat on the common room's couch.

"You've really got it bad, don't you?"

"I don't want to talk about feelings with you."

"You know she doesn't hate you as much as you think right?"

"How would you know?"

"Remember the potions project last month?" Blaise asked.

Draco nodded, "I had to work with stupid Potter." he muttered.

"Well I worked with Granger, and she told me that she doesn't hate us Slytherins."

"Why would she bloody tell you that?"

"Because," Blaise looked at him, "it was pretty tense the first couple of days we had to work together. After she said that, we got along pretty well. In fact, she sometimes talks to me when she needs a different point of view on certain things." he proceeded to mumble, "like you." before getting up and walking away, leaving Draco's parchment on the table.


AN: This is where my muse tells me to leave it. No, I probably will not add to that, feel free to if you must. Just please let me know so I can see where the idea's plot bunnies took you.

Review! I'll give you a free Draco or Blaise plushie if you do!

~Rose