''The first time I looked at her, first time I caught her eyes, I melted. I only wished she knew.
Her eyes, her hair, her skin, even her little freckles on her little nose. She is perfect for me. I want her, but that greasy old git is always over her. I don't see what she sees in that bloke. His nose is too big, his hair is greasy, heck, all of his body is greasy, even his clothes are.
She doesn't deserve to be with him. She is suppose to be with me. I can make her feel right, I can make her feel like a princess. I bet he doesn't. Severus Snape. That little nerd who thinks he can have her, but her is wrong, he is severely wrong about that.
She's mine, I will have her.
Later when we have sit down, I will take the place beside her and talk to her. I will ask her out. Ask her to come with me to Hogsmeade. Maybe give her a necklace, maybe she doesn't want a necklace, maybe she just wants earrings, or rings...what about a bracelet. Sigh maybe she doesn't want anything. A rose! Yes yes! A rose will do!
I will go and buy a red rose and give her, then ask her out. I will do it when I get her alone. When she isn't with that git. Nothing can stop me from having her. She is going to be bound to me. That little red haired girl. Lily Evans...that angel who got lost, the girl who took the wrong turn. My future girlfriend.''