Letters and Poems From Me to You

Vickles

Rating: G
Genres: Romance
Relationships: Harry & Hermione
Book: Harry & Hermione, Books 1 - 5
Published: 20/04/2005
Last Updated: 07/05/2005
Status: completed

A series of letters and poems from Hermione to Harry. See what's really inside her head.

Chapters

1. Green Eyes

2. To My Harry

1. Green Eyes

Letters and Poems From Me to You

Disclaimer: J. K. Rowling rocks. Enough said.

Summary: A series of letter and poems written by Hermione to Harry.

Authors Note (IMPORTANT): This is basically a collection of poems and letters that I wrote from Hermione to Harry. This has been something I've enjoyed, because it intrigues me to go into Hermione's perspective and see how she's feeling. These really aren't linked together to make a story, but aren't nearly long enough to post alone. I don't know what the protocol for something like this is, so I'm just going to leave its status at constantly “in progress.”

That said, I will put new ones up probably when I go too long without posting a new fic, or when I simply want to because I'm sick of seeing it on my computer and not posting it. I'm not really sure how many there will be.

Anyway, I decided to post this selection first. It's a 48-line poem entitled “Green Eyes” and it's basically the huge mess of thoughts that flow through Hermione's head as she looks into Harry's eyes one night (they are already together at this point). Enjoy!

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Green Eyes

By Hermione Granger

I look in your eyes and what do I see

But a sea of green staring back at me

There's also a fire of emotion inside

It's also something you're trying to hide

I keep searching for clue of what you're feeling

And all the while you don't realize you're stealing

My heart from me and I don't know what to do

I just know my world's empty when there is no you

So I try to stay close while you push me away

You never seem to have something to say

So I chatter on about studies and books

And I don't fail to notice other people's hidden looks

There's a pain deep inside me as I study your face

I'm searching for an opening but can't find a trace

I know that there's something you're not saying

I know in your head that night keeps replaying

I long to tell you that you aren't to blame

As you look at me too and I see your shame

But I know that there's nothing I can say

Though I do wish you didn't have to pay

For the sins of those so below you

The price of the debt goes to You-Know-Who

Voldemort, there, I said it at last

Being scared of a name is a thing of the past

It's wrong to fear a sound and nothing more

For that isn't what those lives were taken for

I know you think this is your battle to fight

But if you take a step back you'll see quite a sight

For standing behind you are your loved ones and friends

Hogwarts, the Order, the list doesn't end

Then look one more time, and beside you you'll see

The smiling face of little old me

And while I'm not the strongest of sorts

And the fight is so tall and I keep falling short

I promise to do the best that I can

Because, I said it once and I'll say it again

I love you, silly man, and that alone is enough

For me to stick by your side when the going gets tough

The road ahead seems hard and is yet to begin

But if we stay side by side we are sure to win

For, you see, there is something that makes me go on

When the nights are dark, and the days are long

It's rare to see it, and though it's been awhile

The thing keeping me going is the thought of your smile

For I when I see it, I know things are okay

That it will all work out, no matter what they say

And I think if I try to keep going strong

I'll someday put it back on your face, right where it belongs.

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2. To My Harry

To My Harry

Disclaimer: See Chapter One

Summary: See Author's Note

A/N: Okay, here is the next segment in my series of letters and poems written by Hermione. (Note: I've switched it over to “Complete” and will just continue to add on leaving it like that, since there will be a no definite finishing point.) This time it is a letter that Hermione is writing before she goes to tell Harry that she loves him. The purpose of the letter is not that she's a afraid that he doesn't feel the same way, it's that she's Hermione, and tends to overanalyze things, so she writes a letter to sort what she's thinking out before she goes to see him. Also, like anyone would be, she is nervous and having a slight case of cold feet, so to say. When she writes the letter she's not exactly sure whether or not Harry will ever read this, but, if he does, it will only be after she tells him, and writes it under that assumption.

Anyway, that pretty much covers it. I should be coming out with another story soon, but this is to tide you over until then. Please review, and feel free to read my other stories if you haven't yet. Enjoy!

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To My Harry,

What an odd way for me to start a letter. Simply put, however, that is how I feel. You are My Harry. Mine alone. (And don't you think I would ever let another girl forget it.)

In a way I think this is well overdue. It's about time one of us comes out and says it. It's not as if everyone else hasn't said it already. So here it is.

I love you.

There, that wasn't to painful, right? Of course, I have already told you this if you are reading this letter, which has the sole purpose of you seeing how much torture my logic is putting me through at this point. Don't worry, though. Just like you are My Harry, I am Your Hermione. I will always be strong, and I refuse to let you down.

When did this start? Did we have that one defining moment? Does every couple need that moment, or can true love develop over time, and not shock you in an instant? I think I have always loved you, whether or not I understood it.

Naturally, I looked it up in the book. Yes, I know, and feel free to use it against me later. Just remember, I know things about you that even Ron doesn't know, so you better watch out, Potter. I looked up the nature of human emotions that develop over time, such as empathy, prejudice, hatred, and, of course, love. It said that such emotions are often instilled from either young childhood, or the moment we come across the person or thing we feel this emotion for, and that, over time, they become a reality, without us realizing it, or at least not right away.

That's how it was for me. I always had to make you my responsibility. It was my job to make sure you kept your head screwed on straight, that you didn't do anything dangerous without at least doing your homework on it first, and, most importantly, that you were all right, and I don't mean health-wise.

Someday you should ask Dumbledore how often I badgered him to bring you back to us the summer after forth year. As Ron said, I was going spare. I knew you weren't all right, no matter how much everyone tried to reassure me. That's always been there, as well. That feeling. For someone as articulate as I am you would expect me to have another word for it, but that is simply what it is. A feeling. When I just know you aren't okay. It's much similar to your feeling the need to protect me.

Oh, did you think it escaped my notice? Silly man. You were always shielding me with your body and such. Then again, I can't entirely say I minded. I felt like a princess or something being shielded from the evil dragon by her handsome prince. (Perhaps that is a bit of an over exaggeration, but it is quite easily every young girl's fantasy, and, yes, you are handsome, but don't make me regret informing you of that.)

So after telling you all of this you can understand my, well, let's say incapability of handling seeing you with other girls. I suppose I can be a bit possessive, though I never got over that feeling of guilt for being so rude to Cho. I was a bit harsh, and I felt horribly when she began to cry, though, she does cry quite often, have you noticed? And Ron says I'm mental. He can't really talk now, I guess, as he is currently dating “Loony” Lovegood.

I am beginning to feel as if I'm rambling, which I'm not entirely sure is possible to do in a letter. Nonetheless, this is most likely due to the fact that I am quite nervous. As sure as I am of how you feel, and how I know you know how I feel, I know that once I finish this note, there is nothing left for me to do but talk to you…

And I'm not afraid to say I'm scared.

I love you, My Harry,

Your Hermione

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