All I could hope is to have you
To have you walking with me
Laughing so in love, we two
Almost drunkenly
I did imbibe of this
Fantasy of you and me
Why him?
Of all the people at Hogwarts.
I had to had a crush on him.
I was nothing to him, just the mudblood girl that was favored by all the teachers except for Snape.
Why did I have to have feelings for him?
It makes absolutely no sense.
I lie on my bed, feeling the softness of the sheets.
I close my eyes, trying to think.
Trying not to think of him.
But he comes swimming into view.
The two of us.
Together.
Hand in hand.
Talking easily.
He smiles at me.
I smile back and we kiss.
A foolish dream of an infatuated girl.
The way you looked at me
I swear you did
But you looked away too quick
Was I a fool, was I a fool to think
That you would take me home
As if I was yours
Was I fool to think it all?
Am I a fool to dream of him?
To think that someday he might, and will be mine?
He glances in my direction in the dining hall.
Our eyes meet, briefly.
And then he looks away.
Focusing his attentions not on me, but on the people sitting with him.
He looked at me.
So he didn't mean to look directly at me.
But he did.
Perhaps this could be the beginning of it all.
But something tells me that it's not.
A foolish dream of an infatuated girl
You are the trouble with me
I watch you walk right by
I smile, you do not notice me
Treat me recklessly
All you do is toss me pennies out
But the silence in me screaming
Won't you come and get me?
I'm growing sick of this.
He walks past me and I smile tentatively.
To catch his attention.
Maybe he might smile back.
Open his mouth and utter words not having to do with mudbloods.
But he doesn't, just continues on his way.
Why doesn't he notice me?
Maybe one day he will smile back.
A foolish dream of an intatuated girl.