"From Across the Room" by Bianca White
A/N: This is the "Sequel" about the same time block, only from Hermione's POV. As well, the small button that appears below my story has a purpose! And I appreciate any comments (AKA 'reviews') that you may have.
Disclaimer: Neither the Gryffindor Common Room, or the characters in it belong to me; I'm just borrowing them. But I do promise to return them in the same (if not better) condition that I found them in!
I can't believe it's quarter past.
In Gryffindor, one of the last.
With quidditch team all in bed,
No Harry, Ginny, George or Fred.
Now Neville's heading up stairs to,
But Ron's school work is never through.
It's his fault he left it late,
Still working on it's clear due date.
With chapter done, I'll mark my page,
Then navigate this table maze.
But with a word he stops my stride,
So I look deep into his eyes.
With sitting down I'm soon to see,
Ourselves in such proximity.
But yet it still takes all my might,
To treat this precious moment right.
"3rd paragraph, line 22."
How long till he receives my clue?
But too late now, just in my dreams.
Yet something isn't as it seems...
For as we rise I look at him,
My you have a lovely chin.
"But what about Divination?
Potions, or Transfiguration?"
"I could spend more time down here."
& Feel safe with Ron so near.
As we sit my mind remembers,
It's only us & fire embers.
When suddenly his touch feels real.
How many nerves can my hand feel?
I think of Him, my best friend,
A title my heart should amend.
And with his eyes still locked on mine,
There's music form another time.
I feel his breath play on my cheek,
Though from my ear I give a squeak.
When now I feel him so much more,
He's through my heart's exclusive door.
& On his lips mine dare to tread,
No fear of my face turning red.
His sweet caress makes me feel safe.
My hand through hair, then 'round his face.
With arms around don't want to leave,
I'm slowly inching up his sleeve.
With late the pain felt from our part.
Our relationship now has new start.
& Though wrenched, dreams were sweet,
For again lips & hearts did meet.
A/N: This is the "Sequel" about the same time block, only from Hermione's POV. As well, the small button that appears below my story has a purpose! And I appreciate any comments (AKA 'reviews') that you may have.
Disclaimer: Neither the Gryffindor Common Room, or the characters in it belong to me; I'm just borrowing them. But I do promise to return them in the same (if not better) condition that I found them in!
I can't believe it's quarter past.
In Gryffindor, one of the last.
With quidditch team all in bed,
No Harry, Ginny, George or Fred.
Now Neville's heading up stairs to,
But Ron's school work is never through.
It's his fault he left it late,
Still working on it's clear due date.
With chapter done, I'll mark my page,
Then navigate this table maze.
But with a word he stops my stride,
So I look deep into his eyes.
With sitting down I'm soon to see,
Ourselves in such proximity.
But yet it still takes all my might,
To treat this precious moment right.
"3rd paragraph, line 22."
How long till he receives my clue?
But too late now, just in my dreams.
Yet something isn't as it seems...
For as we rise I look at him,
My you have a lovely chin.
"But what about Divination?
Potions, or Transfiguration?"
"I could spend more time down here."
& Feel safe with Ron so near.
As we sit my mind remembers,
It's only us & fire embers.
When suddenly his touch feels real.
How many nerves can my hand feel?
I think of Him, my best friend,
A title my heart should amend.
And with his eyes still locked on mine,
There's music form another time.
I feel his breath play on my cheek,
Though from my ear I give a squeak.
When now I feel him so much more,
He's through my heart's exclusive door.
& On his lips mine dare to tread,
No fear of my face turning red.
His sweet caress makes me feel safe.
My hand through hair, then 'round his face.
With arms around don't want to leave,
I'm slowly inching up his sleeve.
With late the pain felt from our part.
Our relationship now has new start.
& Though wrenched, dreams were sweet,
For again lips & hearts did meet.