Hermione\'s Poem

Author's Note: Parody on some fanfiction clichés regarding Hermione and regarding the Hermione-Ron interactions.

(Know-it-all-Granger, Nagging-Granger, Weasleys-using-lovepotion-or-spell-on-Hermione-and-Harry)



Reviews are, as always, welcome.

Hermione's Poem

Hermione Granger, that is my name

One of my best friends hates the other’s fame

And always prefers to play some stupid game

Chess, food and Quidditch, it’s always the same

Frankly speaking, I think that’s quite lame

Sometimes I wonder why I still call him a friend

Because, honestly, he’s not exactly a god-send

What he says is far too often meant to offend

and talks while he’s eating, is it so hard to understand

that when I say that that’s gross, it’s really what I meant?

Okay, so sometimes I might nag a bit much

Tell him that he needs to study properly and such

Tell him to wash his face, ‘cause it’s got some smudge

Remind him that at times, he’s a bit too fast to judge

Ask him if it’s not time to let go of a grudge

And yes, I know a lot and I’m proud of it

Might be a Gryffindor, but with a Ravenclaw’s wit

So I show off my knowledge as and when I see fit

But that doesn’t mean Ron has to be such a git

Really, he doesn’t know when he should quit

Yet somehow strangely I am attracted to him

I dreamt of going together on a moonlit swim

Thought of how cute he’d look if he’d give his hair a trim

Been wanting to just kiss him on a whim

and to cheer him up when he’s looking grim

I have absolutely no idea why I feel the way I do

For the first time in my life, I really have no clue

For this attraction really came out of the blue

I just so dearly hope he’s in love with me too

Just being near him feels too good to be true

I’m happy to know that Harry won’t be sad,

for I sure  wouldn’t want him to feel bad

But he’s in love with Ginny, he recently said

I’m so glad that the Weasleys crossed our path

They have so much to our lives to add

Yes, our love stories really have a lot in kind,

Wait, now that I think about it in my mind

It’s a bit strange how much they’re entwined,

At the same time in love with a Weasley, we find?

I’m not one to curse, but damn, we’ve been blind!

This kind of obsessive love is not part of my nature

Only two days ago, I found Ron to be immature

Goodness, I do hope that for this, there is a cure

Now that I know the truth, I feel so impure

We’ve been tricked by a potion or spell, that’s for sure