Books, cleverness, of course she knows more,
Friendship and courage form her character's core,
Rowling has given us someone to cherish,
My love for Hermione has failed to perish.
I instantly fell head over heels,
Her guile and charm, my heart it steals,
Our darling young Granger, she is like my sister,
All this I say as I can relate to her.
The bright Muggle-born received her invite,
Thoughts of the magic school cheered her with delight,
On the Hogwarts Express, she met Harry and Ron,
Her shrewd comments filled the Weasley with scorn.
The Sorting Hat placed her in brave Gryffindor,
To top every class is what she worked for,
"She's a nightmare, honestly," Ron remarked,
After the troll night, friendship placed its mark.
Together they broke the school's regulations,
They paid its price by serving detentions,
The stone of the sorcerer could be robbed,
If it weren't for her brain, Voldy wouldn't be stopped.
The greasy-haired Draco shouted "Mudblood!"
She was insulted badly, in her eyes rose a flood,
Polyjuice Potion she attempted to brew,
Petrified she was, but the pipes led them through.
She got the Time-Turner to finish more work,
More than eight classes, she was really irked,
Calling Draco a cockroach, a punch she smacked,
Her little device saved Buckbeak and Black.
The Bulgarian bonbon named Viktor Krum,
Fell for Hermione, leaving Ron glum,
With her dress at the ball, many hearts she slained,
Thus proving she has both beauty and brain.
She pitied the house-elves and founded S.P.E.W.,
In which were interested students very few,
When Umbridge arrived and tortured them all,
She formed the D.A., to plot her downfall.
The Dark Lord returned and times turned grave,
The wizarding world, the trio had to save,
A year before that, in love they all fell,
Hermione loved Ron, but she just couldn't tell.
During their quest, when Ron stormed away,
To help her best friend, she decided to stay,
She controlled her tears and didn't get weak,
She was the mere support Harry could seek.
She became a symbol of feminine power,
Fighting the battle, in fear she didn't cower,
Voldemort died and the war soon ceased,
With Ron and her kids, she now lived in peace.
Thank you Hermione, you gave me a goal,
Fiction without you is like a body with no soul,
You are brave and smart, not like the rest,
You inspired me and made me feel blessed.
Yours poetically,
The Literary Artisan 💖
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