Disclaimer: I Don't own Harry Potter!, But i do own the Poem.

"What the hell did Snape just ask us to do?" Both Ron and Harry asked Hermione.

Hermione rolled her eyes. "He asked to create a rhyme poem! a poem is a muggle piece of writing!, c'mon guys you should know this".

Ron hit his forehead with his palm.

"I don't do his essays because I have no idea what the bloody hell to write, and you want me to rhyme a bloody "poem"?

Harry nodded his head in agreement.

"Besides, what does the poem have to be about?" Harry asked.

"As you know Valentine's day is coming up… not that everyone knows that, he wants you to write to your valentine, or somebody you like".

"Somebody we like!" Ron shouted. "Will they read it?"

Hermione shook her head and Harry sighted in relief.

"Not unless you want them to know".

Harry's face flamed and he walked away.

"Harry!, where are you going?" Hermione shouted but Harry was already out of the common room.

Harry sat in the library away from the small amount of people that were there ,with a blank piece of parchment in front of him.

Oh no, oh no, oh nooooo, Merlin noooo he thought.

He can't do it, no he can't write about him…., oh yes he can write about Cho! But he didn't have anything to say about her…

Minutes passed and still nothing…. Harry had no idea what to do or who to write to. Wait that wasn't true, he already had a poem engraved in his head about one specific person….. but no he can't possibly write to that person!, but then again whoever he wrote to wouldn't read it…..unless Harry wanted him to….

Harry sighted and slammed his head against the parchment.

Snape came in the classroom with his robes following behind him like he always did. He looked from student to student with amusement.

Harry kept his eyes down, last night he wrote it….. He wrote that bloody poem…. Holly crap he wrote it! And he gave it to him….. Or at least sent it by Owl like Snape said they should if they wanted the person to read it.

With a stop to his thoughts the owl's stormed in through the door and papers were flapping on people's desks. Harry eyed with curiosity the parchment in front of him, somebody wrote to him?

He looked to his left quickly to see Draco eyeing his parchment with curiosity too.

Harry turned red, deep read or so he thought, Merlin he was going to explode.

Snape stepped in the middle of the class with a serious face.

"Open them" he demanded.

Harry's hands shook violently, he didn't want to open it…. Who was he kidding of course he did…

Neither Draco nor Harry noticed that both of them had opened the parchment at the same time.

Draco's ears burned and he smiled, smiled like never before at the damn muggle writing.

-This malevolent Slytherin

So eager, so indifferent

A death eater and a mad man

A heart stealer and a bad friend

A Malfoy and a pure blood

Desirable like liquid luck

Runs when the going gets tough

Dislikes all these Mudbloods

This Slytherin makes me fall in love-

Well certainly all of his flaws were written, all he was hated for… but someone loved him, fell in love because of all that, they saw above and beyond the slytherin, above the Malfoy.

He didn't have to guess who it came from, because it was signed with the famous outline of a well known scar.

And he smiled, a smile he didn't care what people around him thought of.

Finally… Merlin I've been waiting for this day…

Harry laughed at the scribbled line in his parchment knowing exactly who wrote it.

"I don't do muggle stuff…. But if I were to have the bravery to write a stupid muggle poem, it would be about you"

They both sat with glee and eyed each other by the corner of their eyes.

- a very silly short story (: -