Words are just letters put together to form a single unit. But somehow, words seem so much more then that. They are pieces of emotion, dripping from someone's heart. They are what makes the world go round. If there was no such thing as words, then how can someone confess their love for another? Words are needed by people to show compassion, willingness, and sacrifice. This is what this book is made of. Words. Words put together to form poems. Poems that mean something to someone.

Life isn't suppose to be easy. No matter how hard you try, life cannot be perfect. There will always be a bad but there will always be a good. Sometimes when your life seems to falling apart, holding onto that small piece of good is what keeps you going. It's what kept me going for the past nine years of my life and I guess I turned out alright.

Hermione Granger, Gryffindor's Good Girl, Head Girl, Cleverest Witch of her Age, Nice to even the lowest of the low, Charity starter, Best Friend, Savior of the World, Best Auror in the making...Wanted for MURDER. Now, how does that even make sense? Draco wants to know...don't you?