*hey guys! So this is my first attempt at writing fanfiction. I actually wrote this about a guy in my life, but (being a complete- and very proud- Potterhead), I thought it would fit Hermione's feelings about Harry. And it rhymes (some) but thats beside the point. Let me know what you think!*

I don't understand how something that feels this right can be so wrong...

You told me about your past, how no one was ever honest with you.
You talked about your family, and all the struggles you've been through.

I told you about my stubborn side, that I'd never dare tell anyone else about.
(But I didn't tell you that every night at bedtime, your face fills my find as soon as the lights go out.)

You don't understand what you're doing to me,
how I'm fighting to keep control.

But every time you walk through the door I want so bad to let go.
And smile at you. And run to you. And kiss you like no one's watching.

Doesn't this mean something? Don't you feel anything?

Oh, Harry, how I wish I knew.