A/n: So I wrote this a while ago and forgot about it. Go figure. Severus talking of Hermione in sonnet form. Leave your comments… or not. I know how much perusal the poetry gets.

A cure in you?

Dressed, covered, smothered in black

You'll never know the secret I hide

You'd never guess the truths I've lied

If you ever saw the pride I lack

You'd never guess my plan of attack

No one could have known I might have cried

But didn't, so instead died a little more inside

Who would care to try and bring me back?

I'm trying so hard to leave the past

I forgot to find the future

Ghosts and demons leave me be

Too kind to allow yesterday last

In you I might find a cure

If only you'll try to set me free