This is a poem about second chances and friendship, and I think a little love. (can't be too sure!) Anyway, read and review! Oh and read some of my other stories too, but not now cause I am working on editing them to my brain's extent. (that should be good enough!).

Will you stand with me?

Ron's POV

I can't control my anger, it bursts out while they stare.

I can't see myself laughing no matter how you try.

It really hurts me inside when you hide your tears from me.

Is it because I caused them? Am I the reason they're there?

When he looks at me I feel so much resentment,

So much, even knowing he didn't make us stand there.

You can feel it too when he has that blank stare,

Make him stand up and tell us where!

Where do we go? Who do we fight? Why do we care?

I hate you sometimes for being so near,

When I push you away, you're always still there.

My anger fades away when I see those sweet brown eyes,

glistening with tears.

So please, stand here again, stand so near,

That I forget that for a while that I wasn't there.

Hermione, please stand by me once more.

I have no right to ask you this but I can't go on

knowing that I'll turn around to see that you're gone.

Ron looked up at Hermione, his eyes begging her to give him this last wish.

That she might still understand, that she would still stand.

"Hermione, he deserves a second chance."

Ron gazed at Harry, wondering why he had taken a stand?

Maybe because he too remembers what Ron had given but hadn't gotten back.

Hermione slowly smiles, bright into his face.

"Ron, I never left your side. I never will."

Hope you liked it! It kind of came from out of nowhere. Please review and tell me what you liked or didn't like! Bye!