My first poemfic! (I made that up myself) Please R/R. I made up the poem myself. H/H
forever!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Disclaimer: You recognize it, I most likely don't own it.
Harry glanced at Hermione, who Ron was trying to teach chess to. She had become so pretty in the past
troublesome years. Her bushy hair was now sleek and beautiful, not something that Rita Skeeter could
make fun of. Hermione was still only 5` 5`` compared to Harry's 5` 9``. No one dared to make fun of her
anymore, because she was engaged to Harry, and Harry and Ron beat on anyone that said anything bad
about her.
Love is a mystery
Harry remembered the time he had been playing quidditch and couldn't see out of his glasses because of
the horrible rain. Hermione had come out of nowhere like an angel and saved the day. He had caught the
snitch and won the game.
Love is what makes someone family
The summer that Hermione had stayed with the Weasley's and him, the summer the quidditch cup took
place, at their house, everyone was treated like family. They stayed together, and lived together. It made
him so happy to think of it.
Love is what makes us friends
Their first year Harry, Ron, and Hermione had knocked out the troll together, they became instantanious
friends. No one can do something of this nature and not become instant companions.
Love is what makes you cry
When Harry had gotten hurt their first year, it was his love for Hermione that held him together. When
Ron wouldn't talk to him their fourth year, Hermione was the only one who talked to him, and told him
what she thought.
Love is what makes me kiss you goodnight
Harry had told Hermione he loved her during their fifth year at Hogwartz, and their kiss of passion had
been the talk for weeks.
Harry looked at Hermione. She looked at him, and together they went home.