A/N: Written for the Monthly Het-Tastic Drabble-athlon, Ron/Hermiine, #017 – look, the If You Dare Challenge, #114 – my, oh my, and the Het-Pairings Boot Camp, #034 - book.
A Larger Poetry Collection
79. Without Her Books
Even though he hadn't met her with a book, he'd gotten used to it:
that extra weight which caused that little slouch in her hurried walk
and that distracted look in her eyes, dying to flip one open and consume
herself within – and sometimes she did, when they weren't talking to her,
bury herself in a book between classes as she hurried along.
(Really, it was a miracle she didn't miss any classes
but one watchful eye always seemed to be
on the time or the doors.)
But she looked so different without those books that he couldn't help
but look, and look again, at her straight back in absence of those books
and the gown tumbling down in rose-coloured folds
(And, really, it was a miracle he'd never seen how beautiful she was
before, but he wasn't the sharpest eye in the shed
after all.)