DISCLAIMER: I don't own hp or any of the characters.

His Eyes

Frosty Eyes

Your eyes are like ice,

Silvery steel and hard,

Their coldness scares me.

They peer in my soul,

Ripping my heart to shreds,

Leaving me no more.

Your eyes are so cold,

Stuck in a frozen winter,

Covered in white snow.

Hermione Granger

I finish writing. I lay my quill down next to the candle burning dimly and examine the fluency. Every word has to count or else what good is the poem?

I count the number of words in each line. 5… 7… 5, 5…7…5, 5…7…5… It seems as if all the requirements are accounted for.

As I've said before, the flow of the poem matters. Its silky words sew together to form something better, a lullaby, a song, a rhyme. The explanation of its purpose has to shine through, telling the reader something magnificent in such short time. The words need to be carefully chosen; the lines read through over and over. The existence of the haiku is optionally blunt or hidden.

I sigh and reread the verse; once in my head and once aloud. It sounds all right; it sounds ok and tells a secret my friends won't comprehend. It tells of his eyes; his dull hard eyes. I know they weren't always that way. It seems the older he became, the colder and duller his eyes became. I remember the brightness that once lived in his eyes. That was so long ago and in simpler times.

I slip off my school uniform and into my pajamas. Crawling into my big bed in my own room, I snuggle into the covers and turn out the light. An inviting darkness enveloped my room in blackness. My papers lying on my desk are blown upon from the open window across from it. The sheers were streaming away from the window. The rustling broke the silence of the night.

I slowly closed my eyes, cutting my sight of the room around me off. Seconds later I hear heavy breathing. I feel light puffs of air on my cheeks and feel the presence of another. Their fingertips' touch was feathery light across my cheeks, on my jaw and down my neck. His lips are only centimeters away from mine own and I can't help but lick them.

I open my eyes to find myself alone. At least that's what it always appears to be but I know better. I know better. I know he's here. I fall asleep to his touch, his breathing and his eyes that hide my eyelids.

Rizahawkeye21

A/N: -sigh- this didn't turn out the way I wanted to but seeing as it has been almost a month since I've last updated this I think I might as well get some in put on what I've got. Please help me make it better and review!