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And if you just want to read the poem and not the bit of story I put around it, then just read the bold italic. Thx!

It was their 7th and final year for school. Voldermort had been dead for two years now, after Harry killed him in battle. He avenged his parents and was now able to enjoy what he had left of his wizard life. He spent most of his time flying, now one of his only passions. Hermione watched him through the open window of the girls' dorm as he did another spin. She couldn't help but feel a bit jealous. But she shook her head, getting away from the thought and stared back down at her Muggle Studies homework: write a poem. She thought for a second, looked back up at Harry, attempting a dive, and back down at the blank parchment. She began to write.

What is it like to fly?

To leave your troubles on the ground,

While you sail into a blissful lie,

In a sea of desires, there you drown.

Not having to face the reality of stress,

Or the anxieties life holds,

That's piled into one big mess,

And upon my back unfolds.

'Hmm. That's pretty good' she thought and continued.

Fears that envelope the mind,

Have always haunted me,

But there in the heavens you are blind,

Leaving only dreams for you to see.

So what is it like to just fly out there?

Without a care in the world,

Never having to shed a tear,

About a brokenhearted girl.

'I can't believe I'm writing this. Oh I hope he never gets a hold of this.'

You probably don't know who she is,

And if you do, she's nothing to you,

"Uh…I need something…" she said to herself.

"How about something about being studious and a bookworm?" Lavender asked, who had been silently reading over her shoulder. Hermione looked up, surprised. Lavender just smiled. "It's a lot easier to describe someone when it's not yourself."

Hermione gave a weak grin as her face flushed red. She lowered her head to cover the crimson and to continue the poem.

Just some girl who's too studious,

A bookworm narrating the news.

But every time you climb higher,

You stretch what is left of her heart,

And eventually the ends will tire,

Leaving the pieces to fall apart.

"Aww-that's sad. Make a happy ending! Like he saves you or something!" Lavender said, still leaning over Hermione's shoulder. She thought for a few moments then continued.

Now there are two roads you can take,

The first is sorrowful though,

Leave her be as her heart breaks

And the crushed pieces line the snow

"I said happy!"

"I'm getting to it, Lavender…"

Or you could be her angel

And take her up to the sky,

And show her all that's beautiful,

So her life won't pass her by

"Now all you need in a couplet for a closing line…"

So this is why I ask you

What is it like to fly?

Lavender smiled. "Aww…that was beautiful.  I'm glad it works out between you and Harry."

Hermione looked up, the scarlet taking over her face again. "H…how did you know it was H…Harry?"

"Well, every time you put down your quill just for a second you start staring at him. Actually it was just a guess, but by the way you're blushing, I can tell it's true."

"You won't tell him, will you?" she said, looking back down at her work.

"If that's what you want…" she frowned, "but eventually he'll find out…" she muttered to herself, leaving the room. Hermione stayed in the room, though, her eyes following the scarlet robes going back and forth in the sky. The snow started as he rose higher into the sky.

A/n: should I

a) Leave it there with the poem and that's it.

b) Or make another chap so all you h/h fans can be happy!!!!

Review-thx!