Well, I was inspired to write a poem... I don't know how. I
guess I am kind of sad because I don't have my favorite class anymore
-- creative writing. My teacher inspired me to write, and so I wrote.
It is a one-shot... sorry for that. I hope you like it... if you don't,
that's fine too. But please leave me a review. If you flame, try not to
flame too harshly (like that's going to help...) I'm going to
appologize in advance for any spelling or gramatical mistakes I may
have missed.
disclaimer: I definately do not own the characters... I will never try to.
summary: Hermione gets back at someone she loved... by killing.
Getting back at him
The
windows were open
In
the room where she weeped
Upon
the cold floor
The
dead body sleeped
She
loved him a lot
More
than anyone could
He
said that he'd stay
He
told her he would
She
cupped the face,
Her
hands red with blood
They
never thought she'd kill
A
cousin of mud
She
thought that she
Had
fulfilled the 'deed'
He
told her it'd hurt
He
told her she'd bleed
She
had trusted him
With
her newly touched ways
Everything
was good
For
a couple of days
She
loved him a lot
She
knew that she did
But
poor Hermione found out
That
he was still a kid
It
was then she found out
It
was only the sex
Every
night he went out
Oh...
the girls he would vex
She
gazed in dead eyes
Of
a girl twice been laid
Once
by dear Ronald
Once
by a blade.