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