Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, that's for J. K. Rowling to deal with. All I own are this notebook, pencil, and computer… I swear.

A/N: This is my first poem and it's definitely not the best but please don't kill me because of it. By the way, it's in Hermione's point of view. Please read and review, give me tips on getting better, pretty please. Just another fare warning, it's not that good.

Sound of the Wind

You look at me

I look at you

Your eyes so deep

Of silver gray

Mine, so open

They're chocolate brown

Our minds they click

Our thoughts do to.

You're thinking of me

I'm thinking of you

I like you smile

You like mime too

I giggle

You laugh

My head turns away

And yours turns too

You walk to me

I stand stone still

Your hand strokes my face,

My hand strokes your hair

You lean in and so do I

Your lips touch mine

Our tongues, they clash

You stop

I stop as well

"I hate Draco,"

I whisper to him.

"I hate you as well Hermione,"

He whispers to me.

You walk away

I do the same

You urn for more

I want more to

We meet in the dorm we share

You sit on your couch

I sit on my own

I smile with mischief

You smile with curiosity

We walk to your room

Of silver and green

And lay on your bed

We talk the night away

Holding close to each other

We sleep 'til daybreak

To the sound of the wind.

A/N: Thanks for taking the time to read this I really appreciate it. Thank you, thank you, thank you a million times over. Now can you review, please!