Unreal
Hopes
(you
want the truth so you can crush it with your hand)
Would you like
to come here and kiss me? That's not a stupid queston. Only a mental, unreal
-thanks the stars-, question.>
Would I like
feeling you around me and on my lips in the same strange moment?
Would I like
to having you torn away from me the moment later?
I know, I
shouldn't be asking to myself such pointless question. There's a lesson
to be attended. There's people around.
There's...
You.
You're a lot
of things to me, actually. Enemy- (first thing first) you're the perfect
Slytherin, as I am the perfect Gryffindor.
Because you're
the son of one of the Dark Lord's servants, one of the most prestigious
ones, so you despise me. But you're
also my equal,
you're smart, and I love it, and you're probably the most beautiful creature
I can ever hope to meet. The most
puzzling,
too.
You're winking
at me.
I blush, hopelessly.
Ron looks at me, I shake my head, and resume caressing you. Mentally.
Remember this, Hermione.
Mentally.
He won't even look at you, and probably you blushed for another girl, sitting
just behind you... Nobody? Well, she
must have
moved...
Mentally...
you can't dream too much. You can't fall on hard rocks and bleed your life
before unpitiful eyes- his. Goodnees, his.
Silver.
Smooth to
the touch- love.
Disappointment is a feather in your cap
You want the truth so you can crush it with your hand...
Beck, "Feather in your cap", from the "Feather in your cap" single.
Please, read
and review. I mean, you already read this, why don't you review? It's really
a little contribute to writers' life. Karma
thing. Paradice
points. Good way to begin your day. Way to avoid Voldie's wrath. Please.
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