A/N: Written for the Monthly Het-Tastic Drabble-athlon, Ron/Hermione, #080 – attack
A Larger Poetry Collection
142. Flying Birds
He'd hoped for something less
though he deserved far more
And all he could think about
was how beautiful she looked
all flushed like that.
Maybe not the best thing to think
when it was with anger she was flushed
and her fists were bawled tight,
her arms taut
But maybe she wouldn't hit him
if he was lucky,
maybe she wouldn't set those birds on him
again; he still had those old scars.
Maybe they could just kiss and make up
because he knew how they felt now,
where they stood
But even if she wasn't going to mangle him
in upset rage, she wasn't going to just let it go
too; he'd have to fight again
for her trust
Though this time, with the knowledge
that he already had her love.