I was different, you know?
Didn't really care about petty things
But of course, being a Slytherin and all
I had to act.
Act like I didn't care
care that she was crying
crying about something "I" said.
Act like I didn't care
care she was being picked on by Snape.
How can I act when she's so beautiful
When she buries herself in a book?
At least here, I didn't have to act.
I could sit in the shadows and watch.
Whisper in the wind "Hermione, I love you!"
And watch her look up as if the wind had carried my whisper
"Blaise!" a poisonous voice calls.
I breathe in a sign, always tending to forget
That I
had
to
keep
ACTING.