Slytherins are familiar with my "Slytherin-Pride" poetry, but I thought I'd try and post something of a Ron/Hermione fanbase. It's a paradoy (of sorts) of Brad Paisley's "Little Moments" country song. It's told from Ron's point of veiw. I hope you like it.

Little Moments

Well I'll never forget the first time that I heard
Stupid Malfoy say those unkind words.
He was making fun of Hagrid, and Hermione,
just slapped him across the face.
She looked so mad, but her eyes were sad,
And her tears I could not trace.
That I couldn't
Find words of love,
Or the courage to embrace.

I live for...
Little moments...
like that.

Just like that year, that dumb club "spew"
No one would join, that she knew,
But she tried to sign them up.
She called to each House, "help my cause"
Those stupid buttons, the late night meetings,
And I tried not to let her see...
Me laugh.

Yeah, I live for...
Little moments...
like that.

I know she's not pureblood, but how boring would that be?
And I smile as she tries to hard,
to be perfect in front of me.
It's the things only I notice.
It's her "suttle" big demands.
When she's hurt herself or needs some help,
I get the chance to hold her hands!
I live for little moments like that.

When she's trying to get her homework done,
In the common room late at night,
She falls into a hasty sleep,
Curled up, it just seems right.
and I want so much to peek at her work, because my grades are bad,
But she looks so peaceful, so darn beautiful,
I'd hate to wake her up.
I live for, little moments...
When she steals my heart and I want so much to show it!
Yeah, I live for little moments like that.

I live for...
Little moments...
Like that.

Wow, really quite great! Post more soon!

That was really really sweet... The best verse was definately the one about her sleeping in the common room... just lovely!


btw, I feel really horrible about doing this but I'm desperate... So check out some of my stuff. I really hate advertising myself, but no one will read anything of mine. It's like they seem my name on it and run away... I'd really like some constructive criticism. Thanks!

Whos point of view was this? Great job by the way.

RON duh...lol, yeah that was a great poem...
how long did it take u to write that?

cool poem. you might want to check out my poetry section, harrypotterfreak119's poetry, danielschic, and blair avatars poetry because all of ours has to do with harry potter. My section is the biggest though.

Here's my newest "Slytherin-Pride" poem. It's just about Salazar Slyhterin and my take on his background story.

By the way, Snuffles was curios on how long it takes me to write... And honestly, it depends on if I'm inspired or not. Some days it's really easy and takes no time at all! Other days, it's much harder...

Anyway, here it goes...

A Salazar Slytherin Poem

Our Hogwarts school stands here,
As always proud and tall.
Within it lies great houses,
Each honorable, four in all.

But why is one
thought dark and mean,
Because of a distaste
By all well-seen?

Slytherin hated muggles,
I admit it, yes.
But he had a reason,
that I of all know best.

Do you know of Salazar?
What happened to him then?
Whose house is carried on,
Salazar Slytherin, from Fen.

I'll tell you of a time short lived,
A cent'ry or ten ago,
Young Salazar at twenty-two,
Is how the story goes.

He had a sweetheart, a girl, a love.
Whom he prized above the rest.
But then came that fateful day,
His love was put to test.

Some Muggles found out about this school,
It caused them much dismay.
They captured the first witch they saw,
Dragged Salazar's love away.

She had no time for the Fire-Freezing Spell,
They killed her much too fast.
When Godric gave Salazar the news,
Her death he could not grasp.

He hated all of muggle blood
But Hogwarts continued to admit,
People from Muggle families,
'Til he finally said, "That's it."

He left the school and re-married,
But his heart would ne'er mend.
And thus, ever so sadly,
Salazar's story came to end.

And who among us would mourn this day?
Who would pity that man's fate?
Who would still only see a prejudiced man,
Who would hold their opion great?

Do not be too quick to judge,
Do not follow those Muggle's trail.
Be yourself unto yourself,
Thus is the moral of this tale.

cool poem