Hi there, haven't written for a while.
Harry/Hermione book, poetry
kinda Au..
Enjoy...
When she was uneasy, his arms around her,
would make everything better,
time ceased to exist,
but she knew it still did.
And he put his arms around her,
felt the beating of her heart
and she knew he would never hurt her.
From day one,
when she was scared
his arms around her would make everything better.
Breathing in the scent of him
and relaxing into his chest,
his arms around her.
And when the tears rolled down her cheeks,
his arms around her would make it better,
and he'd drag his soft thumb across her face,
to wipe them away.
And he's put his arms around her.
What they had was so sweet,
and when he'd talk her breath would catch in her throat.
With his arms around her, they could do no wrong
They danced to a silent tune, the ryhthm of their hearts,
pouring out and filling their room,
and they danced,
clinging to each other for dear life
not wanting to be thrown off.
And when everything was over,
her body shaking and the tears pouring feely,
shivering, cold and wet.
And he wasn't there to put his arms around her,
and she missed his smell,
She wished he could wrap his arms around her again,
to feel the beat of his heart.
And know that something still existed.
But he wouldn't put his arms around her,
and things would never be okay.
Because her hero had fallen, and she would never feel his arms around her.
And she couldn't stop shaking,
the music had stopped playing,and the world had ceased to exist.
Time had stopped,
as cold dead eyes met with colder deadder eyes
and everything stopped.
His arms would never be around her again.
Depressing huh?
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