"Are you sure this is safe?" Hermione's eyes darted around looking at nothing in particular. Draco held onto his broom feeling a twinge of amusement, he deliberately shook his head when he caught himself.

"Look," he said trying to mask his irritation, "You were the one who asked if I could teach you. I'm not interested in becoming a professor but I figured I could get a good laugh out of this."

"You're not a very pleasant person." The brunette crossed her arms as displeasure masked her face. But Draco made no attempt to apologize for his statement. She rolled her eyes, "I can be equally annoying."

"There's no denying that." He chuckled. The girl had really set herself up for that one but he was shocked when he hit his arm. It didn't hurt, of course it didn't, but it caught him off guard. "But you've seen all your friends do it. It's not that complicated. You get on and it comes natural, you'll see."

She bit her lip and hesitated. Hermione looked the boy straight in the eye as if looking for reassurance in that moment she felt a weird tension in her heart and quickly looked away and reached out for the broom.

"Since, I'm doing this for you, I figure you could finally recite that poem of yours." Draco was so amused with himself he almost felt like skipping, almost. He noticed she wasn't saying anything so he decided to lay the broom down beside her much like how Madame Hooch had them do when they were in first year. Draco was crouched over when he heard her sigh.

"I thought of you with love today," she whispered. Draco felt his heartbeat accelerate, "But that is nothing new." He couldn't get himself to straighten out and then he realized that she was reciting the poem. He shook his nerves out and tried to look at her. When he finally made eye contact he gestured that she should continue.

Hermione felt so nervous suddenly. She had seen his shoulders tense. She swallowed, hard, "I thought about you yesterday and the days before that too." She clasped her hands together as she racked her brains to remember the rest of the poem. "I'm," she stammered, "I'm not sure I remember it verbatim."

"It doesn't matter, go on," Draco shook his head before he could even think about it.

She brought her hand toward her face and bit her thumbnail, "I think of you in silence, I often talk," she paused, "No, no. It's… I think of you in silence, I often speak your name. Look I'm going to do this again." She let out a heavy breathe and unconsciously put her hand on his arm. Draco had not realized they were standing so close.

"I thought of you with love today, but that is nothing new. I thought about you yesterday and the days before that too. I think of you in silence, I often speak your name. But all I have are memories, and your picture in a frame." Draco tried to maintain a stony expression but there was no doubt that he could feel the heat she was emanating. And then she noticed her sigh was different, as if she was swallowing her emotions. "You memory is my keepsake, from which I'll never part. God has you in his keeping." She finally pulled away and Draco missed the comfort he felt just moments ago. "I have you in my heart."

A/N: I re-read my previous chapters and I was seriously embarrassed reading all the grammatical and spelling errors but I am really out of practice, so I apologize for the headache that is my writing. Also, it's been a really long time since I last updated. And this chapter is ridiculously short (a teaser if anything) but I felt that I needed to stretch my fingers out again and see if I should continue. Should I?

Also, I don't think the poem has an author its one of those poems that just floats around. Maybe a Hallmark Card as well?