Hermione sat listening to the poem the teacher was reading, and gazing at Neville who was blushing scarlet because the teacher was reading his poem. Of course all the teacher had said was the name of the poem, and asked if the writer was brave enough to read it in front of the class. Of course Neville wasn't. The class was Artistic Views. Every seventh year had to take it as a way to broaden their mind. It was as you guessed a new class. It was three months into their seventh year, and as foreseen Hermione had gotten Head Girl. Sadly Draco Malfoy was Head Boy to her Head Girl but that hadn't dampened her excitement even less when Malfoy hadn't insulted her or her friends at all. From what she heard he was a changed guy.

She watched as the teacher read a few more poems all the writers letting her read them while sitting red in their seats, showing they were indeed the writers. As required she wrote a poem as well but it was different than you thought she'd write.

"Let's see." Spoke Professor Arless, digging in the little box of poems, she pulled one out and smiled. "Two sides." She said. Hermione's heart skipped a beat at hearing her poem's title. Slowly she stood deciding to be the brave one for once, everyone seemed surprised even Harry, and Ron who were desperately trying to catch her eye, she ignored them and the Slytherin sneers. Previously mentioned Draco Malfoy sat in the front row. Hermione grabbed the poem and began reading her heart fluttering.

"Beautiful to say the least of eyes that glow like fire. A warming tender gaze of heat that mourns my own desire." She could feel everyone staring at her shocked at the depth of the poem already and how it leaked emotionally from her voice, she heard no noise but her rapid heartbeat and she continued.

"A waking thought of innocence and guilt permits my mind. Conjuring thoughts of betrayal holds my hearts unkind." She tried her best not to rush telling herself they didn't know her feelings. "Crying out for the flesh that would free my soul. Knowing the pain of wanting but holding on my own." She swore she saw Professor Arless crying. "Two sides are warring in me and I am stuck in the war. Both sides are pushing on me and I fear I will not hold. I see the opening but know I will not reach. For one side is always holding the string so they can teach. I can guess which one will win but that is just a guess." She heard a few noises and knew they were disbelieving ones. All thinking she knew everything. Oh how wrong were they.

"For all decides on which one's point is the best. One will lead me away and keep me from the dark. But the other will usher me into the mark." She heard a gasp and knew it was from the front row. "Only one will win, but one will set my hopes on him." Everyone was staring still and she quickly set the paper down and scampered to her seat, ignoring the looks and the clapping. Ignoring the most important stare. The stare of the one the poem was dedicated to. The stare of Draco Malfoy.

You decide whether or not I continue. Do you think it feels right as a one-shot or do you think it needs more closure?

Majority will rule.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry potter. It belongs to J.K. Rowling. POASO signing off.