Harry and Hermione

The girl sat by the window of the bus,

Thoughts flew in her head, like pollen and dust,

It suddenly stopped, coming to a jolt,

A boy walked in, in the bitter frigid cold.

Everywhere was full, he sat beside her,

They were inches apart, not a single murmur,

The same occurred daily, as Silence became irked,

He talked and then she, as friends they went berserk.

More than anything they desired all day,

Was to sit with each other and yap and say,

Smiles danced on their lips, songs waltzed in their ears,

With each passing day, the relation only steers.

The girl's pretty simple, she's creative, she reads,

Writing's her passion, about books she speaks,

Between the two, her mouth rants the most,

When she is with him, her emotions aren't forced.

The boy wraps his heart around a shell,

He's mighty inexpressive, that's what he tells,

He loves to hear her go on and on,

A creepy smile he flashes like a true moron.

He ruffles her hair, she smacks his back,

They're just two walnuts developed with cracks,

Friendship too reddened in the face when he saw,

The two unlike poles, he gaped in utter awe.

People are stupid, they raise a darn finger,

So what if they're of the opposite gender?

They never intend to fall for each other,

Harry and Hermione, they call one another.

Yours poetically,

The Literary Artisan 💖