Series 1) The Spirit And The Gryffindor

Darkness and dankness bellowed in the breadth. The bright day had once again taken it's disguise as night, and the sun had faded gracefully into the pale moon. The clouds had moved on, but as they did, left little traces behind of their past. The stars. The sky was fortunate. It had the fine pleasure of gazing down upon the luminous lake below itself, and seeing in it's reflection it's untouchable beauty. Is the sky self-loving? This might be, but it matters not. For there are many who love the sky, it's not an unique admiration. One such being sits below the sky, as these words spill out above her. Her name, Hermione Granger. Quite an intelligent and gifted woman as you might know. Referred to often as the Gryffindor Princess. Miss Know-It-All. If only you could see Hermione now. She is dressed in a long, crystal white silk dress that drapes onto her bare feet. It flatters her every curve, except her hips. There, the dress bells around her, like a dove's soft wings. Her attire is simple, but most elegant. Her curly, illuminated chestnut hair flows down her back. Loose and wild. She holds close in one hand a small, blue book which seems to be a journal. With the other hand she grips a black-feathered quill, and is writing with it. Hermione is writing about someone. Someone who is very near and dear to her withered heart. Who is in fact her undying love, but only in secret to herself. For he does not know how she paints his picture. How do I know this? Well, she writes of him often. All in her little blue book. As I look upon it now, I think this is her best work yet. Let me read it to you:

The horizon's glow hasn't touched the morning trees

Knowing this puts my mind at ease

The light has kept itself at bay

To keep me from the hours of day

I want to stay under the hunter's moon

Continue to think in my warm cocoon

Because when I'm wrapped up inside my bend

I can dream without an end

When the sun comes up you see

I might have to tell you what you mean to me

I'd rather lay beneath the bark

Then bare the pain of a rejection's mark

I'll stay where I'm free, to reap what I sow

But I wish I could tell you I love you, Draco

Indeed, it is quite amazing. Hermione's thoughts of him enclosed in a single poem. Draco Malfoy. Quite unexpected of a woman of her stature to fall from grace for a man of his attitude. Draco is rude, crude, arrogant, and piecing it all together, a Slytherin. With the coldest gray eyes that anyone could ever see. You probably knew all this about him too. Love is an amazing thing isn't it? You never know who will sweep you off your feet. Even if they are the most greedy and malicious person alive, and they constantly call you a mudblood. To you, they are all you need. Are Hermione and Draco ever going to be together? I cannot say. I am unable to predict the future ahead. That is the curse that life grants us all. Uncertainty. To some, it is just the opposite. To some, it is the high that keeps them going. Who am I? How do I know so much about so many things? I am an observant spirit you might say. Someone you cannot see, but you know is there. You can feel me graze your skin every once in awhile. I can send shivers down your spine, and fly in between your strands of hair. I make the trees sway, and the lake's water ripple. I have been everywhere, and always will be. I am the wind. Forever moving throughout the world, and learning more and more things about it. I must admit, in all the years I have wandered, all that I have discovered, love is the greatest lesson I have ever learned. The power of it is incredible, and unlike anything I have ever felt. I will return here again, to read more of Hermione Granger's poetry. But now I must leave you, for the sun is rising. And it is a part of me to greet the dawn's light.

Parting Words:

This is the beginning of a new series of one-shots that I will be writing. There will be seven of them all together. I wanted to do something different, unlike anything I have ever written before. I hope all of you like this one and will like the rest! And yes, I did write this poem. I will write every single poem I use. Read and review!