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.
