Our feelings are mutual.
Hate brought us together,
Love tore us apart!
We love to hate each other,
Loathing with a passion.
Hate kept us alive,
but then one day…
Worse came to serve.
A new passion arose.
Love tried to bring us together,
but it couldn't last forever.
Hiding such a love so sweet,
Covered with a hatred so deep.
Our houses couldn't understand
The love that both of us had demand.
In the end they got their way,
Our love is now just a delay.
Our anger keeps us together.
Love never but hate forever.
We still have moments of pure delight,
but only when we get to fight.
Dear Hermione,
I love our little rows.
From me calling you "mudblood",
to you calling me "ferret".
I miss the love sometimes.
When I gazed into those honey eyes.
When I would just hold you.
When I first kissed those virgin lips.
Our houses just wouldn't let us see our love through.
Not "Scarhead" or "the Weasel",
nor Crabbe or Goyle.
That's why I hate you.
Hate you with a passion.
Love may not work for us,
But I still love to hate you!
.Draco.