14A/N; OK so i am sitting here at work and bored out of my mind, so, to make it look like i am actually typing something and doing some work (As my boss is sitting opposite me) i have come up with this.
DISCLAIMER if you seriously think i own Harry Potter, then you are a loon! (No offence) But seriously... i dont not claim to own Harry Potter, heck, i dont even claim to be good at poetry (I think i suck actually), but hey, here you go...
The love child of me and 8 hours of boredom...
Sitting at the back of class.
Silently and still.
No one dares to make a sound.
Just the scratching of a quill.
Beady eyes spy out the answers
From a neighbours sheet
To scared to get the lowest of marks
Much easier to cheat.
Teacher prowls the front of class
Unaware of the eyes upon him
Sneering down at useless students
His frown a cold, cruel grin.
But one student does stand out
Bright, intelligent, proud
And of all the other misfits
She is the least loud
All the praise she does deserve
And never questions back
All the times she sought the answer
She never was cut some slack
He knows of her intelligence
She knows of his captivity
But still they dream of each other
Leave it to chance and pure Serendipity
For neither would even ever dare
To step beyond the boundaries
So they look and long in hope
Playing, painfully at ease.
She sees the hurt in his eyes
He can sense the pain
Both can feel the longing of another touch
But neither could stand the shame
She could never leave her friends,
They would never understand,
Then again, he would never welcome her,
Or offer her his hand.
If only she knew the true turmoil
Storming in his mind,
If only she knew how he did feel,
That he was cruel only to be kind.
For he could never let her get close,
The risk would be too great.
So he must lie and shunt her away,
Protect and seal her fate.
Yet as the lesson draws to an end
And the student body rushes out,
Still her eyes lock with his,
Pleading her heart to shout.
Behold, the longing she feels for him,
She knows she can never touch.
She sees her feelings reflected in his eyes,
A soft whisper, a cry, too much?
He stares at her and contemplates,
Death or one night of lust
A shadow of her breath on his neck,
It's himself he cannot trust
Though silence is the chosen language here,
It speaks in volumes and screams.
The way she looks at him, alas,
He is reminded of his dreams.
A secret smile,
A playful tear,
A friendly laugh,
A forgotten fear.
Alone they dance for hours,
Playing around among the truth,
And forgotten as the time fly's by,
And still no one has moved.
A shrill sound,
Eye contact is broken,
A second has past,
A memory is stolen.
So she stands to join her class
One last glance at the man before her
No longer naked but clothed in emotion
Cold and callus, doing nothing but to ignore her
But he can't face that look of hers
The words he daren't say lost forever
But in his dream he will always be hers
And she his, in his arms, together.
A/N; I really cannot force you to review, but i would appriciate it if you did, that way i won't have to hunt you all down with Watermelons!
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