I lift up my eyes

And I meet yours

With your messy hair and rugged looks

You're the farthest thing from a prince on a white horse.

And yet all the girls love you

They even settle for a one night stand

Dreaming of that one glorious week

They'll be allowed to spend with you

Hand in hand.

You're a player

No doubt about that

There's only handful of girls

You yet haven't had.

Females adore you

Can't resist your charm

Love to walk the hallways

Hanging off your arm.

Captain of the quiddich team

Bad boy of the school

You're the walking definition

Of what it means to be cool.

And yet I know a different side of you

The one you only rarely let me see

Yet I know it's there

I glimpsed it once upon a time

When you set it free.

It brightens up your face

Enhances your boyish charm

Makes ME want to be one of those girls

That hang of your arm.

It show how brave and honest you are

That behind the piles of money

There is a person

Who can be smart and funny.

You're staring at me again

And I start to think

Why you chose me

A mudblood for the Gryffindor king.

You catch my stare

And give me your trademark carefree grin

But your eyes tell the truth

You silently beg and plead with my heart

To just surrender and give in.

You give me that smile

That bares your soul

And suddenly I find myself

Losing control.

And when the note lands on my desk

With another request for a date

I scribble a crooked YES

And give myself up to the faith.