A note- A ronmione piece, post-war. I don't own much and Happy New Year!

They loved they way she waved at the crowds

How she'd charm her way about

The way a smile that meant nothing

But changed someone's everything

The way she made hard work look like a breeze

Yet what they didn't notice

Was the bitterest of the truths

How the glimmer in her eye would dim

The nights she'd stay awake

Covered with the magic

For the sake of the cameras

For the sake of her career

For the sake of her family

But never for her

For being free and being perfect

Weren't the same thing

And yet there he stood

His arms open

For her to escape

To hide her face

To take flight

The girl who knew too much

And the boy who lived in the shadows

They, for they are nameless, eternal

Tried to prise them apart

Taking sides, squabbling like schoolchildren

But there they were

With all of their imperfections

With all of their hopes

Finding their paradise in reality

"Well, what's so impressive about that?" whispered Ron, who for some reason looked annoyed. "You are the best in the year - I'd've told him so if he'd asked me!"-Half Blood Prince