(A silly little poem I've been working on forever and finally finished, based off a song called "Colors are all the same" by Bill Pekar. If you're in to American college football I highly recommend you look it up.)

Colors Are All The Same

It was a crisp bright summer morning
When she was born in the Lion's Den.
Her hair was red as fire,
Bushy curls on every end.

Happy Grandma gave her a blanket
With yarn of crimson and gold.
Proud Father wrapped her in it
When she was just three minutes old.

It was a dark October night
When he was born in the Snake Pit.
Eyes were gray as the stormy ocean,
With a smirk that wouldn't quit.

Laying in his green and silver cradle,
Mum said he looked just like his Dad.
You might could call him spoiled
As there was nothing he never had.

Every person in her family
Had been in Gryffindor.
So she grew up brave and strong
And could give a fearless roar.

His blood was Pure as fresh snow
His family Slytherin on every side.
So he grew up sly and cunning
Filled with unyielding pride.

When they both stepped on the train,
In their minds there was no doubt.
Yes they knew without hesitation
What the Sorting Hat would shout.

The years went by as planned
Both placed properly.
Except for one little detail
No one could foresee.

He could never help but love
Her red and curly mane.
And she couldn't help but be impressed
At how he played that Qudditch game.

So finally in their Sixth Year
The boy made up his mind.
He would tell the girl he liked her
And hope she felt the same in kind.

He came up with a master plan,
And like a snake through the green grass,
He stroke up that daring conversation
One evening after class.

She knew he was a Malfoy,
And her family wouldn't understand.
Yet like a lion she pounced upon his offer
And bravely took his hand.

The connection was so perfect,
Their bond so pure and true,
That when he bravely said "I love you"
She slyly said "Me too."

Yet their parent's would not allow it,
The only common ground in which they had.
And the two lovers were torn apart
By the prejudice of their moms and dads.

For her father would not allow his daughter;
The source of all his joy,
To be corrupted or polluted
By that manipulative Malfoy.

And the father fought his son
Repeating over and over again
To break their Pureblood line was one thing,
But to date a Weasley was a sin.

But the lovers were determined
And they made a solemn vow
That they would always be together
And it didn't matter how.

She told her parents that despite the past
She loved him anyway.
And when they still forbade their union,
She decided to run away.

She made it to his window
Having climbed up an ancient tree.
And after a passionate reunion
She pleaded "Come away with me."

Tempted was he by her offer
Of stealing away into the night,
Yet instead he said "I'll make you mine,"
"But I'm going to do it right."

The next day he approached her parents
And stated determinedly
That he intended to marry their daughter
Despite conflicting family trees.

An uproar did occur
Within the Lion's Den
But steadfast would the lovers stay
Until her parents would give in.

For finally they saw past the name and face
The boy shared with his dad.
And saw him for his pure kind heart
That Rose securely had.

His mother did accept her
And invited her to their home.
But the father snapped and told his son
That he was out and on his own.

The two men stared at each other firmly
Both stubbornly Malfoy,
Until the father finally cracked and gave
As he could never deny his boy.

Their wedding day was perfect
It went off with no mistake;
Crimson and gold flowers adorned the table
Around a green and silver cake.

Neither mother's eyes were dry
As the white bride approached the aisle.
And when the black groom swept her in a kiss
The fathers couldn't help but smile.

Now it goes against every adage
Muttered across the land
At how happily and well
Their divided house does stand.

And though both may gently hint
For their own brood to choose a side
They're still they're red haired, gray eyed children
Full of love, cunning and pride.

In the end it does not matter,
If you're of Slytherin or Gryffindor fame,
Because when you're eyes are closed and you're in the dark
The colors are all the same.