Prompt: Paper Massacre
Characters: Hermione Granger
Rating: T…for strangeness...You'll see...
Summary: Even the most organized people need to share their thoughts. But what she shares may be a bit surprising…
Pairing: Sort of Hermione/Draco, but that not much. As far as we know, it's only one sided…
For those of you who don't know or didn't pay attention, Professor Charity Burbage is the Muggle Studies professor.
And also for those of you who don't know, I don't own Harry Potter. If I did, you would have random chapters from the teacher's POV throughout the books.
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"Alright thank you for that…wonderful…song you presented us Mr. Weasley, now please take your seat between Mr. Potter and Mr. Malfoy, thank you! Up next is…Hermione Granger."
"Thank you Professor Burbage. For this assignment, I wrote a poem called 'Paper Massacre'.
'Paper all around me
It's the only thing I see
Is it my fault you died
So that I could be free?
It looks like a person
As any doll should
I make them look real
Like all those I know who are bad and good
Then I break the arms
And then I rip the legs
Then I tear the head
And throw it in the flames
You may think this is strange
Or that I need some help
But try it once I dare you
Before you try to yelp
I know what I've seen
Because I know what I've done
I try to keep clean
But I am only shunned
So I have a Paper Massacre
With tears down my face
I make a million dolls
That are burned within the day
I have yet to be discovered
I have only been ignored
But with these dolls in my possession
I might even start a war
I make one of my friend
And Draco Malfoy too
I get rid of Ron's quickly
But Draco's I cannot do
I don't know why
There's usually no remorse
Have I truly taken
The completely wrong course?
As night draws closer
I know I must
I throw it in the fire
And sleep in the dust
It works for me
But not for you
It's all I need
It's all I do
It may seem strange
Or exotic or weird
But my Paper Massacre
Is all that I have here'
'Thank you"
"...Um…Thank you for that…revelation…Miss Granger. Up next is Neville Longbottom!"
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In case anyone is confused, she's confessing that she's basically a Voodoo Artist. She makes these paper dolls that look like friends, teachers, family, people she knows, and every night she makes one for everyone who made her mad or sad or annoyed her that day, and then she rips off the arms, then the legs, then the heads, and then she throws them into the fire place and watches them burn.
Then one night her dolls that she's made are Draco and Ron, and she easily does the damage to Ron's doll but she can't bring herself to ruin Draco's doll. But then the next night, she realizes that she's in love with him and then burns his doll, hoping to make the love go away. Then she's commenting on how strange others would think it is, but it's pretty much the only thing that keeps her sane.
By the way, I have no idea how I thought of this, so…The prompt idea for this was mine…I guess I just have a strange mind…Hey! I rhymed!
