More Hogwarts Valentines....
Disclamer: I don't own Ron, Hermione, Krum, Neville, Draco, Lockhart ::breeeathe:
Oliver wood, Dumbledore, Snape, Mcgongall or Hagrid
Authors note: Yeah yeah, it's been done a bazillion times, but i was bored on the
infamous family trek to visit thanksgiving relatives. So I thought up of a few
extras for those singing dwarfs, and decided no one at Hogwarts has decent poetic
voices within. Hermione's belongs in the GoF timeframe, I know, but I couldn't
resist myself...and it's from guess who... ::grins shamelessly::
Oy you! Ron Weasley... got you a singing valentine....
He's lanky and tall as a bare winter tree,
His hair is the color of fire,
Youngest Weasley boy fills my heart with such joy,
For he is my only desire.
Neville Longbottom
His face is as round as a silvery moon,
he sometimes trips over his own feet,
He can't find his toad, and his potions explode,
But I still think this boy is quite sweet.
Hagrid
His eyes are as squinty as black beetle backs,
His boots are big as baby dolphins,
He's twice normal size, but he's still my heart's prize,
With hands like the lids of two dustbins
Draco Malfoy
His eyes are as grey as boogies of a troll,
And I hear he's got loads of money,
His pale, pointed face knows a true pureblood's place,
I hope I can call him my honey
Hermione
Her hair is as bushy brown as chocolate cake,
She loves reading 'Hogwarts a hist'ry,
She's too good for krum, that Bulgarian scum,
But her elf obsession's a mys'try
Oliver Wood
His eyes, oh so sharp as he guards our goalposts,
He tackles the best of quidditch teams,
I can't help but grin when he tells us we'll win,
He's the burly keeper of my dreams.
Dumbledore
His eyes are light blue as a clear summer sky,
His hair is as white as a daisy,
So what if he's old? he is daring and bold,
The headmaster makes my heart crazy.
Snape
His eyes are as black as two endless tunnels,
His hair goes unwashed till his pension,
There's nothing as dear as his embittered sneer,
The way he gives students detention.
McGonagall
Her eyes are framed by signature specs so square,
Her robes of emerald green are pretty,
She may not seem fun,with hair in a neat bun,
But I find she makes one cute kitty.
Lockhart....to himself
My teeth are as shiny as new polished pearl,
My hair in pink curlers is wavy,
My fans filled with glee, over Magical Me,
I turn teenage witches to gravy.
(a/n- ah well, so Ron isn't the poet...and troll boogies...you can have fun
guessing who wrote that, Pansy, Crabbe or Goyle...or maybe it was a combined
effort)