Disclaimer: This is based on the poem Ten things I hate about you, which I do not own.
I hate it when you call me a mudblood
The way your fringe falls onto your eyes
I hate the way you ride the broom so recklessly
I hate the feeling of your grey eyes piercing right through me because I don't know if its appreciation or hate
I hate your stupid classly clothes
And the way you know what I'm going to say next
I hate you so much it makes me sick
I hate it when your always right
I hate it when you deny
I hate it when you make me grin like an idiot,
Even worse when you and your friends make me cry
I hate it when your gone and I don't have the slightest clue to where you are
But mostly I hate the fact that I love you