Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
But I do own the poems in this little drabble of a story.
These poems will be about Draco and Hermione, my absolute favorite pairing in the Harry Potter world. They will not rhyme, and you may not understand them.
This is their view on each other. It flashes between Hermione talking and Draco talking.
All poems now are by Darkwing731
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Together as One
A slight breeze flutters through
Ice pouring over fire
Blood spilling over skin
Bruises lacing our bodies
Together again
Times are harder
Together we stand
Hurting
Loving
Hating
Kissing
There's never an end to
The desire between us
You push me against the wall
And I'll throw you to the floor
Make me scream and I'll hit you back
Make me bleed and I'll hurt you last
Passion beyond end
Arching, moaning, fire on ice
Hands ever roaming
The icy line of fire
Across my body
Across yours
The feeling beneath us
Carved into our skin
We are prisoners here
Because of ourselves
I could never let you go
And you would never let me free
And together we stand forever
This is our life
Shadows swirling before us
Fire always out of reach
Screaming within every moment
Extremity within our souls
Touch me before it's too late
I'm a slave beneath your hands
Like you're an enemy beneath my voice
Command me
And I'll command you
Rule out the reason we shouldn't be together
I know you better than I should
When I shout you cringe
And I smile
And when I hit you first
You hit me back
There is no telling time now
We've been intertwined too long
My body and yours are no longer separate
Because now
We've been joined as one
Feel my wrath of lust and cruelty
Flinch at my gaze
And I'll plead at your feet
I'm your prisoner
You're my slave
What happens now already did at some point
And it'll just happen again
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A/N: My intention of writing a few Draco/Hermione poems were purely for the fact of an actual relationship between them. Every time I read a Draco/Hermione fic, he ends up hurting her somehow, and then pleads for her forgiveness (if it's a romance, I don't want to contradict my own story). For these three poems, I closed my eyes and let the truth pour through my fingers
Behold and enjoy.
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