Drarry Oneshots

A Poem For You

Tw: none!
Plot: Harry keeps receiving poems from his secret admirer and has to figure out who's been sending them.

PinkPunk (another person on this account) wrote the poems! But I (MelBel) wrote the story!

A/N there will be more exciting chapters coming up! I find that I have many that end the same- so hopefully the new ones coming up are good!
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A handshake
A jumpscare
Could be a heartache
A note is all it would take
To let you know
A legacy is what they will take from me
Once you know
Who knows
Maybe
There could be something more

A broomstick, a curse, I was enchanted
To be the worst
For you
Cause at least then you knew
About me
Your face on the newspaper and my ceiling
Who knows what to call what I'm feeling
I could never be your friend or anything
I've tried my best not to show
But I couldn't lie here, on this paper
To myself or to you
And who knows
What lies here
Could be something more

Glances, sweet mistakes and triggers
It's sweet, flavoured and bitter
I barely allow myself to hope
We've both been born with sorrow
Couldn't you see?
On that day when we got to meet
That there's a ghost here to hold
Unto
And I know in the end
There will be something more

Harry would read that poem over and over, trying to figure out who it was. On an early morning, while eating breakfast, Hedwig would fly in with the mystery poem and it would change Harry's life forever.

He lays in bed, the note between his fingers, reading the text over and over. It's not till Ron speaks up that he stops reading.

"Oh cmon mate, you've been reading that poem for a week straight," Ron says while getting ready for bed. He's tired of Harry bringing up the note and reading it.

Neville sits up in bed, looking at the other two Gryffindors. "Yeah Harry, it's starting to get annoying, even for me..." Neville trails off, realizing how rude he sounded.

"I just want to figure out who it is!" He exclaims while sitting up in bed and showing them the note. "Look! The handwriting, done is black ink and cursive," Harry points out.

"So?" Both Neville and Ron say in unison.

"So maybe I can find someone who writes like this," Harry explains, as if it was the simplest thing in the world. Ron sighs, struggling to stay supportive.

Of course he himself is curious about who sent Harry a secret admirer poem, but he's sure they'll reveal themselves eventually. There's no need to overanalyze the text and search when the person is right in front of him.

"Harry, everyone writes like that," he breaks the news to Harry while crawling under his blanket and getting comfortable in bed.

"Yes, but someone's cursive has to match this one," Harry says, running his fingers over the page, admiring the writing.

A rustling is heard, followed by a groan. "Would you three please go to sleep!" A tired Seamus says.

"Sorry!" Harry says before taking off his glasses and putting them to the side, along with the note. They turn off the lights and all the boys fall asleep.