Chapter 2
When she has time to be alone,
She was often in the library, drifting through piles of books like a curious foal new to the world.
Always a bite on her lip;
Her eyes set aflutter.
The twinkle in her eyes, when she finds what she's looking for.
Sometimes, Draco thinks
He's playing a dangerous game
Showing up to the library, everyday
Hoping to catch the moment
She bites into her lip, so soft
He begins noticing things
He never would have noticed before.
The marks left on her bottom lip from abuse of her teeth;
Her eyes, so sharp, yet so delicate.
Sometimes, he finds himself wishing she would look at him tenderly
He wants to know
What would it feel like?
To be viewed with like
Nothing false, or fake
Raw, pure emotion
From Hermione Granger
The Golden Girl
It would be a privilege he does not deserve
For she is a Divine
And he, merely a worshipper at her feet.