I might have to prove even if you have a clue
That I actually do really care about you
Wouldn't have teased you
Or mocked you
Or ever let you be
If I didn't want you to just notice me
Wouldn't have gone troll-hunting to nearly get killed
Because I was lacking in good wand skills
Wouldn't have fought off those Slytherin thugs
Or thrown up slimy nasty disgusting slugs
I HATE spiders, wouldn't have faced them but then
I would've done anything to see you smiling again
I've been practically itching for your hand to hold
But I can't ever; I will never be so bold
How COULD you go with Viktor Krum to the ball?
Every time I saw you dance, I'd pray that he'd fall
I would've tripped him and laughed if I only had my way
Now don't you get angry… That was just a "Ron-thing" to say
For my first Quidditch match, you told me to be strong
I would've never let you kiss me if I thought it were wrong
It was a platonic kiss, wasn't it? You had my hopes up
(I just need to get this part in) I won the Quidditch Cup!
Okay, now back to you, it's what this poem is all about
I'm just relieved to finally get this out
I'm terrible at writing but I just wanted you to see
That I really do care about you, Hermione…