I'm going to tell you a story,
of a boy and a girl who once lived.
A love story - now in glory,
of all the broken promises they gived.

to each other, to the world left behind.

Red messy hair, freckles and sparkling blue eyes,
bravery, loyalty and friendship - all;
he was the one who ever told any lies,
yet the one left heartbroken on a Yule Ball -

Ronald Bilius Weasley.

Petite, Muggleborn and bushy haired,
The Smartest Witch of Her Age - she always was.
But there was secrets, she never shared,
showing that even she had flaws.

Hermione Jane Granger.

Their love started off slow,
with fights along many years.
Both of them were afraid to let their emotions flow,
afraid, that it may end in tears.

... Which were shed nevertheless.

When the girl was attacked one day,
the time for the ultimate truth came.
The boy and the girl, had much to say,
for their feelings towards each other were the same.

Their love blossomed like nothing over seen.

The months of happiness passed fast.
Soon - they were bound to take part of a war,
where death destroyed everything at last -
leaving the girl alone, once more.

Crying next to only a lifeless gravestone.

When the boy had had still time...
He had promised never to leave her,
that he would never commit such a crime.
But as she was sitting there,
she realised -
that they were only,

broken promises,

he would never keep.
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A/N: Big 'thanks' to my awesome beta 'Wendelin The Wierd' for the help with this poem! AND, I know it's said a lot, but I'm not Jo and all the characters here belong to her.