Shall I compare thee to a Hippogriff?
Thou art more lovely, and more temperate
And I shall jinx those stupid Slyth'rins if
They say once more thy dressrobe's out of date.
Thy hair shines red, resounding in my heart
I'd love to speak to you, but there's some law
that tell the different houses: Keep apart!
Thus, Gryffindor won't mix with Ravenclaw
But my eternal love will never die
With every grain of power I possess
I'll never cease to patiently try
To make thee at least notice me, unless
Thou fall'st in love with that Hermione
Then I will never, ever speak to thee.