Summary: Dramione sonnet, Draco POV

Disclaimer: No, I don't own HP.

Forbidden

He eagerly, lovingly watches her

His gracious, perfect, forbidden love

Even as she insults him forever

Sweet and crystalline as a dove

Her bushy, beautiful hair falls freely

Around her beautiful, round, angel-made face

She constantly glares at him angrily

Always trapping his heart in a cold case

Heartache is his constant malady

Cure is beyond any mortal man

Except the smile of the loved lady

The opposite of a docile lamb

Who would have thought he'd love her, the very mud

Hermione Granger, the loved Mudblood?