Her name is Noel
I have a dream about her
She rings my bell
I got gym class in half an hour
Oh how she rocks
In Keds and tube socks
But she doesn't know who I am
And she doesn't give a damn about me

Scorpious watched discretely as the Gryffindor Princess, Noel Weasley, stepped out of her carriage, looking perfect in her latest outfit. Her phone started blasting; she danced to the music all the way to gym class with Professor Baer, completely ignoring whoever was ringing her.

Cause I'm just a teenage dirtbag baby
Yeah I'm just a teenage dirtbag baby
Listen to Iron Maiden baby with me

I'm nothing compared to her… Scorpious thought as he sat staring at her across the hall. He had his iPod in his ears, listening to iron maiden. Everyone around him was acting as if he didn't even exist. I'm Slytherin and she's Gryffindor, it'll never work.

Her boyfriend's a dick
And he brings a gun to school
and he'd simply kick
My ass if he knew the truth
He lives on my block
And he drives an Iroc
But he doesn't know who I am
And he doesn't give a damn about me

I'm down at the quidditch pitch, on the opposite side to her. She was cheering her boyfriend like mad. He is a star chaser, he sleeps in my dorm and he'd kill me if he knew the truth. He flashes her a fancy grin, on that new Firebolt 300. He doesn't even know who I am, I'm no competition.

Cause I'm just a teenage dirtbag baby
Yeah I'm just a teenage dirtbag baby
Listen to Iron Maiden baby with me

Yeeah dirtbag, no she doesn't know what she's missin
Yeeah dirtbag, no she doesn't know what she's missin

She knocks into me, spilling all my books and quills all over the place and she keeps walking, with crowds of Slytherins, Hufflepuffs, Gryffindors and Ravenclaws moving out of her way. Oh how I wish she would notice me.

Man I feel like mold
It's prom night and I am lonely
Low and behold
She's walking over to me
This must be fake
My lip starts to shake
How does she know who I am
And why does she give a damn about

I feel like a huge loner, it's the Yule ball and I've got no date. I got the mickey taken out of me by all the guys. I glance up at the change in music, when I see her. In a deep blue dress that makes her blonde hair seem blonder. I feel myself start to shake as she smiles; I turn around and see nobody, why does she give a damn about me?

I've got two tickets to Iron Maiden baby
Come with me Friday, don't say maybe
I'm just a teenage dirtbag baby like you

She asks if I want to dance with her, to my most favourite song in the world by iron maiden. Her boyfriends off with some other girl.

Cause she's just a teenage dirtbag, like me