I wake up every day,

I wake up every day,

And I tell myself:

Hermione,

Today is the day.

Every time I try,

I choke and can't go on.

I want to make sure I'm not lying,

And that what I feel for you,

Is everything and real.

Every glance you steal from me,

Every time I gaze into your eyes,

I feel like I'm somewhere else,

I'm not on earth anymore,

I'm lost in these feelings,

 I feel for you.

Why can't I get the courage?

Why is it that every time I try,

I walk away wanting to die.

A comforting hand on my shoulder,

Makes me blush,

Then again, it's just a friendly gesture.

For me it's torture.

Maybe one day,

I'll tell you,

I'll let you know,

Harry Potter,

Exactly how I feel.