by: Audacious
*I intended this poem to be written from Draco to Hermione. Enjoy!*

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So many of the years of my life have been wasted on hatred

Six years of my life have been wasted on insult and injury

But not the seventh year

The seventh year, I have loved

I have loved you

Unexpected but not unwanted

You have broken the bindings

Which have encircled a dormant heart for far too long

But how to tell you?

I thought, if you looked into me

Maybe I could be everything

That had ever meant anything to you

If I could say the pretty words

You’d understand

Somehow, somehow

My murmurs and mumblings were enough

And now I know

The sky will look bluer tomorrow

For when I sleep I breathe a greater truth

The truth is

You are so much

How have I lived so long without this?

Without your sighs dancing on my neck,

Or the uncertainty in your hands on my shoulders?

The truth is

I had not lived at all

Not before I saw the lingering looks of devotion in your eyes,

Not before I heard the shake in your whisper when you said, “Oh. Oh, I love you.”

Certainly not before I felt the exquisitely disarming desire and adoration in your fingertips as they glided across my skin, my soul, like wind on water

My world exists in the space between those fingers

And the breath of my life remains captured in your kisses

I go on solely because you allow me to

I can only pray that you will love me still tomorrow

And forever after.