Chocolate and chili pepper, that's what I taste
Every time I think of you.
You're sensuous and fiery,
Endlessly free, and so lively.
You could carve me in stone,
make me a statue in truth -
just leave my eyes looking at you.
One cannot sculpt the wind,
nor paint with a lit match.
But I'd try for you...
Draco Malfoy smiled, a particularly cold and hateful expression on his face, as he lay on his bed, toying idly with the letter. He already knew he'd send it, he was just waiting for Crabbe and Goyle to head to the Great Hall. They cared more about food than they did about him, anyway.
Hermione Granger sat in the library, studying Charms. Someone cleared their throat, and Hermione looked up... "Lavender?" she asked, her surprise showing clearly in her expression.
"Do you think you'll get another letter today?" Lavender said, her expression hopeful and scheming at once.
"No, I doubt it. Probably got bored with it - or is laughing somewhere." Hermione said, her voice one of experience. She had been teased endlessly at school about her looks, she was not about to get hopeful about some coward who couldn't even say a word to her.
"Oh." Lavender said, looking twice sad (Her first sadness was obvious - she had wanted to hope, and was sad to have lost a confederate. But the second...). Her eyes looking deeply into Hermione's, and looking a little less like a gossip than she normally did.
[Okay, horrible author will combine two poems (or more) each per chapter, or one Potions lesson.
Read and review, lovelies, or I'll get distracted and start Another Story!]