~ Dobby Poems ~

(Part 9: Snowflake)

A/N: If you please, a review would be much appreciated my loves :D It does make the muse so much more fiery! {Disclaim: I do not own the originals}


An uncomfortable nuance,

Was the . . . quaint, creation,

That Luna and her Dobby,

Put up, in the train's window-

Even though they would not,

Figure out the true reason,

For crafting a snowflake in winter . . .

So Dobby asked her,

"Ms. I think that snow is needed,

For this type of décor,"

But she said sweetly,

"Dobby, I believe that you,

Have missed the point."

And with that,

She folded her hands,

Quite primly in fact,

Her wide, blue eyes bejeweled,

Dazzling like precious diamonds,

Making Dobby's mouth drop open,

Like a cardboard flap,

Forgetting for the moment,

That there was even an issue,

Until, the sun, fell across his eyes,

Once more,

Causing him to remember . . .

"Ms. Luna?"

She brought a finger to her lips.

"Shhhh," she said.

He blinked his tennis ball eyes . . .

"Just listen to the quiet," she told him-

And he did,

Yet, this still did not answer the elf's question,

For in a minute,

He said, glibly,

"Ms. Luna,

I believe that you are,

Being inexplicably unique-

And then he kissed her slowly across her lips

And she smiled at him-

Then she tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear,

Dashing her tongue across her own, dark lips,

And quipped,

"the snowflake, is-

Quite becoming, at least,

When I miss the winter . . . "

She trailed off into the smoothed-over, air . . .

And Dobby said,

"Ms. Lovegood,

It is one of your beautiful nuances . . . "


A/N: Happy Easter!