Author's Note: A short poem about Hermione's love for Harry...

It was all so confusing

To me

To him

It was almost nothing

To him it was something

But it didn't mean much

To me

It meant the world

To Hermione,

The Bookworm,

It meant more then just a kiss,

It felt real.

Like the realest thing I had ever felt

To Harry,

The Boy Who Lived,

It was just a kiss

Maybe it was out of sympathy.

Maybe he was lonely.

But I wasn't lonely

And it didn't feel like sympathy to me.

But I've been told

That I'm self-absorbed

That I feel sorry for myself

Too much

And that I make my problems

Much bigger then they are

He's what I always wanted.

He's what I needed.

He's the hero in my life

Maybe I cry too much.

Maybe I lie too much.

Maybe it's just the fact

That we're best friends.

I could hardly look at him anymore,

Knots grew in my stomach,

I started to sweat,

My thoughts ran wild.

His dreams are becoming

Better and larger then life.

My life was too boring.

My parents are dentists.

His level of fame is enough

To make every girl run away.

Run away from the fame…

Too much of it kills.

I'll stay though.

If you really, truly love someone,

Then you would stay by their side.

If you love someone

You'd live with what they brought

To the table.

I love Harry James Potter.

Harry James Potter

Loves

Hermione Jane Potter.

And the night he gave me my first kiss

Was on my 16th birthday.

And the night he asked me to marry him

Was when I graduated from Hogwarts.

And the night I gave birth to

Brea Lillian Potter

Said that we had something to finally call our own.

I was lost.

He found me.

Nothing was left

Unsaid.

Nothing was left

Undiscovered.

Everything is here.

That's how I describe love.

Author's Note: Yes, I am a one-shot junkie. It's official. But short, simple and sweet is what I'm about! I can't contain myself! Hope you liked it!

-Steph