Hermione to Draco
I’ve thought about it long and hard,
The topic that’s in hand,
I’ll tell you my answer in a bit,
But first you must understand.
You are a Malfoy are you not?
Of old they say you’re great,
But how can such a family exist,
A family based on hate.
How can I tell if you truly love me?
If the thing that we share is real?
I don’t know what to do Draco.
There are some things that time can’t heal.
My parents are not magical,
Muggles as we would say,
This is a fact that bothers you,
And divide us it may.
Your father will hate me,
For simply being born,
I’m a filthy Mudblood in his eyes,
Between choices I am torn.
Should I risk everything to be with you?
Both of us might have to pay?
Or should I opt for the easy route,
And tread the easy way.
There is a man I must confess,
Whom I do adore,
I’m sorry it’s not you Draco,
Don’t be upset, I implore.
How could I tell if you really loved me?
If the thing that you felt was real?
It’s the way it has to be Draco,
There are some things that time can’t heal.
This is the last time you’ll hear from me,
This is the last time I’ll write,
I’m happy, and you can be too,
I just hope my decision is right.