This was originally a series of poems for a "covert cupids" (like secret santas but in February) assignment. Thanks to the lovely Ravenclawslion17, who is allowing me to share her gift with all of you.
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Notice: To encourage inter-office unity in the Ministry, today, as Valentine’s Day will be celebrated. All employees are directed to write a poetic valentine to another employee in celebration of friendship and creativity. Please keep valentines appropriate, and feel free to give Human Resources feedback about the motivational benefits of this and other such activities.

Granger,
I really can’t believe what sort of crap
I have to do for my job. But if poetry
Is really going to encourage you to work,
Then Happy Valentines Day, and for
The love of Salazar, let me get back to my job.
One more rat in this bureaucratic system
We like to call a government,
Draco.


Malfoy,
That you think this is stupid is quite plain to see,
And I know you're not a fan of inter-office unity,
But your poem was pathetic, it didn’t even rhyme.
Do it again, and please actually try this time.
Hermione


I did try, as you see, I put a pen to the page.
How much more effort should I expend?
And it was free verse, you twit, it’s not
Supposed to rhyme. I don’t do
"Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Poetry is annoying,
And so are you."
Because, frankly it’s insulting to both of our
Levels of intelligence, or at least mine.
So don’t tempt me to continue this charade.
The ministry has much better use for its
Employees than moral building exercises.


You really are despicable at times.
However I will concede to your point
About the rhyme scheme which seems
To be rather juvenile in retrospect.
But you still haven’t fulfilled the assignment.
Or is it not possible for you to write civilly
Without insulting my delicate feelings?
Hermione
PS. Are you coming to the dinner at Neville’s tonight?


Yes, I shall be at the Longbottoms' tonight,
But if it gets too tedious I fully expect you
To come to my rescue in your little black dress
And enchant them with your brilliance while
I make my escape to the drinks cart and
Procure whatever will be necessary to survive.
Just don’t look too ravishing, or I shall never
Be able to squeeze through the admiring crowd
To bring you either refreshment or escape.
Was that civil enough to satisfy your scruples?


It was something of an improvement over the last,
Although I will admit to some disappointment.
You won’t hide as thoroughly as you did
Last week at the Parson's, will you? Because
I have never had such a difficult time explaining
Why such a dashing man as yourself was
Completely out of sight for the majority of the evening.
Apparently, I should have been more afraid
That you were being seduced by some young thing
On the street corner, rather than simply being anti-social.


You doubt me? I am wounded,
Stabbed to the heart by such cold words.
Listen, fair goddess, to your poor mortal
Who lies supplicant at your feet,
Begging forgiveness for his past sins.
Fairest of the fair, do not deny me,
For I bow to your superior wisdom.
I am penitent, I am humble.
What can I do to regain favor?
To rise once more in the glory of your eyes,
To bask in your radiance, with
No fear of reproach, which cuts more deep
Than a knife to the heart.
I am no match for you, and yet I would be
Could I only believe myself worthy
Of such a prize, of such favor.
Enslave me, goddess divine, for I am yours.

Don’t you think that this is a waste of office resources and time?


Your last note was enchanting.
I lost myself in its beauty,
And then I read the last line.
So I will be brief. I love you, Draco,
From your arrogant pride
To your sarcastic repartee.
(Don’t think I didn’t pick up on that).
I love every inch of you and
Can’t wait until this dull and dreary
Day is over, and I can come home
To you and the warmth of your arms.
Until then,
Hermione.


There is but one woman who is
Queen of my heart. One woman
From whom even a day’s separation
Is painful. And I love her with my whole
Being, heart, soul, and mind.
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Hermione, dear wife,
How I love you.
Happy Valentine’s my darling,
And I shall be ready and waiting
At your door the moment
Work is over for the day.
Draco.