She's not mine,
She doesn't belong to me,
But Cedric Diggory.
She's not as smart as Hermione,
but a raven claw,
It's irony!
I asked her
To the Yule Ball,
By then I had already started to fall
But she said no,
Cedric had already asked her to go,
I saw her dancing with Cedric,
I wanted to vomit, I developed a headache
He missed her the most,
For her, he flirted with a ghost,
Sucks that He was the spare
Young love, it wasn't fair
She still misses him, I can see
She thinks of him, instead of me
She says she over it,
But I still see her, crying to his picture
I wish I could offer her sympathy,
But, right now, I'm the master of apathy.
I hate worm- tail; I shouldn't have spared his life,
The jerk who killed my father and his wife.
I remember seeing his ghost, because of
The stupid triwizard who took what Cho loved the most
The worst year of ours lives,
Ruining hers, not only mine.
They could have lasted,
If not for the killing curse, wormtail blasted.
It wasn't fair.
Well, I'm not british, so I suppose no, I don't own Harry Potter.