Disclaimer: I don't own shit. I don't care either. I plenty happy with fantasizing about certain characters in boxers, Speedos... or without either. (Goes into fantasyland.)

Draco: you've got problems you realize that right.

Angelfire1589: what's I do this time.

Draco you and your fantasies disgust me.

Angelfire1589: ( eyes well up with tears ) why do you always have to ridicule me! Why can't you just support me! ( Bawls )

Draco: ( looks around nervously. ) come on don't cry. I'm sorry. Please don't cry. (Pulls into embrace. )

Angelfire1589: (you know you love me)

Chapter 15: Different kinds of poetry

Hermione's POV

Ron held my hand the walk back to the headroom. I guess that this made us a couple. Damn, sorrow sex! So many damned consequences, and it always sucks anyway. So what's the point of it anyway? Why could I have had one of the other 7-emotion sexes? In truth I really didn't want to go out with Ron. I had just screwed him cause I was highly upset, and wanted to get some of the sadness out of me. It hadn't really worked though. I just thought to myself how much better Draco would've probably been. I mean Ron was so bad that I had to fake. I smiled to myself. I hadn't faked in so long. It just seemed strangely funny to me. I snickered quietly.

"What?" Ron said. Looking at me and breaking the silence. I looked at him confused. "You were laughing." he said.

"Oh, I was just thinking of something. That happened a little while ago. Nothing worth discussing really." I looked up. We were at the headroom now. "Coffee cake." I said. There seemed to be some sort of a perk in my voice all of a sudden. I turned to Ron. "I'll see you tomorrow." I said.

"You sure. No night cap?" he suggested. I gave him a look. That to me meant 'hell no'. But to him meant. "I know. I know it's a school night. Just a suggestion." he said raising his hands in defeat. "I'll see you tomorrow." he said. Giving me a quick kiss on the cheek. I backed up, just as he came in for another kiss, and walked into the headroom. The portrait automatically swung closed behind me.

I walked up the stairs to my room pausing only a moment to look at Draco's door. It was closed. I stared at the floor where a vase was broken. I let one tear fall before walking into my room and slamming my door as hard as possible. Then turned the music up as loud as loud as it would go. Then changed into a tank top and shorts that said smartass on the butt. Then sat down on my bed and held my pillow over my face. Then just screamed until my throat hurt.

Draco's POV

I jumped when I heard the door slam. I was about to go see who it was when Hermione's music started blaring, and she had the bass on which just made it vibrate through the walls to my room. I wanted to put a silencing charm on the walls, but instead I just turned my own music on just as loud. She wasn't the only one who was hurting. But I knew she was hurting even worse when over the music I heard her screaming. I turned my music down and put a silencing charm on the walls now. Then sat at my desk and looked at the ceiling. Things shouldn't be that tough. They never should be this tough.

I pulled out fresh parchment and quill then started to write. Poems were my thing. One of things most guys didn't brag about because might be thought gay. And I certainly wasn't. So I just kept it to myself. Some of them were about Hermione. Others about family then some just letting off steam. This one was just about her. One that could finally explain what I felt for her. But she'd just mostly likely never see it.

The Truth

I want to take it back.

All the things I said that hurt you.

All the things that made you cry.

All the times I made fun of you.

Cause I was the stupid popular guy.

I knew that really cared for you.

And wanted you to be mine.

I needed then, and I need you now.

And when you're not around I fell like,

Calling your name out from time to time.

Love isn't a word that can even fell the deepness,

Of this emotion I have for you.

It's something crazy and different.

A thing that makes you things you wouldn't normally do.

But have no regret about after their done.

I want to hold you and love tell I die.

Then once I'm dead.

I still love you while I'm under the ground

Or up in the sky.

Please understand.

I want, love, need, desire and long for you.

But cannot express this.

Cause if anything I say is true.

Then I can't let you know my feelings.

Can't I don't want to risk you.

D/M

I looked the poem over. It seemed kind of sappy. But it was the truth. The stone cold truth. I got up from my desk and went over to my bed to sleep. But ended up going onto the balcony. I just stood there for a while staring at the moon. It was so quiet now. Hermione had turned off her music and went to bed, I was guessing. I sighed. Then I heard a gentle voice from the other balcony that connects to Hermione's room singing softly.

I turned around to see Hermione. She had her back turned to me. Her legs were dangling in between the railing. I listened closer to hear what she was singing.

/ Hope /

There a song that's inside of my soul.

It's the one that I've tried to write.

Over and over again.

I'm awake in the infinite cold.

But you sing to over.

And over and over again.

She started to hum as she stood up and stretched. Then turned around to look straight at me. Her eyes went wide. Looking me up and down in utter shock. My guess was she thought I was asleep, like I had thought her to be. She backed up to her room slowly. It looked like she was about to cry. Stepping over the threshold she closed the door firmly.

I just stood there. Still in a daze. I couldn't believe that had just happened. She had been there. Just standing there. And I hadn't said anything. I just stared at her, and she stared right back. I walked into my room. Walking over to my desk to put my poem away. I took notice that Hermione and me both had or own forms of poetry. Mine was actually poems her was singing. And my God, did she do her poetry well. I reached for my poem but when I looked to the spot I had left it. It wasn't there. I searched the whole desk, and I was nowhere to be found. Someone had taken my poem.

End of chapter 15! Sorry I took a little time to update. Kind of been grounded from the Internet. Still am but hey who knows how long I'll be grounded for. So here's another chapter. Don't know when the next one is coming. Please review and tell me what you think. I'd really love to know. Plus if you don't review I'll never write again. (Am I kidding. hmmm, never know will you.) Mwahahahahaha! Thanks to all those who already reviewed. Bya!