WHY HER?
The sound of clattering drew ever nearer,
The breathes of that girl grew even dearer.
Finally I felt the decadence of the sofa,
She sat there, moving ever closer.
All my worries slipped away,
From the look in her eyes I felt so safe.
I’d always wanted it this way,
To see the motion the way her body lay.
“Do you think we’re wasting our time?” she said,
I suddenly raised my head.
Yet she said sorry, the couch felt, a bed,
I felt the moment was pure enough to Wed.
She lifted upwards as if to fly the skies,
Staring into my eyes.
It was perfect I could tell there were no lies,
The room suddenly grew in size.
She leant in on me,
I savored the moment, heavenly.
She tilted her head purposely,
I stroked her cheek lovingly.
Finally the moment came, what I waited for,
My depression was finally cured.
I had found my love, my bride,
I let my hand slip down her side.
I had not felt this sensation before,
It was the best.
Better than the highest Quidditch score,
Better than punching that Potter through the headmasters door.
The fire burst forcefully,
Heat warmed me from head to toe, my whole body.
Her soft, sweet self, leaning on me,
Her soft silky hair lighting the air.
I felt I owned all the gold in the world,
She was perfect, the perfect girl.
I felt devoted to her,
For her I so much loved.
We both separated,
The moment suddenly ended.
It was the best five minutes,
And she descended.
She lay sprawled over my body,
Like a soothing blanket.
Then I heard someone shout “Draco!”
And I felt a heap of folly.
I glanced about searching for a clue,
I was in Transfiguration class, fool.
With staring faces my way,
I wanted to get out of here by the way.
After class was finished,
I was told to stay behind.
I stared off at the door,
And guess whom I find?
Granger ignored me,
Walked out of the way.
I ruffled up my face in disgust,
“She wouldn’t care any day”
But alas I escaped from the class,
My heart racing very fast.
I felt my mind seeping into the past,
“The dream” I thought, at last.
I felt myself stir,
And I ran down the last little stair.
I thought of Granger’s face, so shiny like a pearl.
And then my last fatal thought, “Why her?”