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?