My name is Draco Malfoy, I'm often called the Slytherin sex god. So then why have I been sitting all by myself tonight? Just staring at him, he has beautiful green eyes. Like emeralds, and his hair, so dark and messy it looks like a raven's wing its so dark, I wonder what it would feel like to run my hands through it. Incase your wondering I'm talking about Harry Potter. Yes, strange isn't. He is my enemy, and here I am daydreaming about him. Well, now its time for him to know how I truly feel.

Slowly I stand up, and brush of my brand-new robes, they are a deep green, just like Harry's eyes. " Oh Draco. Would you like to dance with me?" asks Pansy. I inwardly roll my eyes, when will this girl learn I don't like her? "NO! I've already told you I DO NOT WANT TO DANCE." I respond "Oh but Draco, I know you love me!" she whines That's it I have to tell Harry. I'm sick of this idiot following me everywhere. With that, I walk over to the stage, where the band The Weird Sisters, are finishing up, so the students may sing. I ask, "There is something I would like to sing. May I?" The lead singer responds "Yes of course" and the band walks off stage.

With a deep breath I step on stage, and bewitch the stage to look like a beach, with the sunset and sand. I walk over to the microphone, and say, " Umm excuse me, as you all know my name is Draco Malfoy, and I would like to sing a song, and dedicated it to someone in this crowd." At this many of the girls start to giggle and whisper how "It must be me" Ignoring them I begin to sing.

"Dear diary

Today I saw a boy

And I wondered if he noticed me

He took my breath away

Dear diary

I can't get him off my mind

And it scares me

'Cause I've never felt this way

No one in this world

Knows me better than you do

So diary I'll confide in you

Dear diary

Today I saw a boy

As he walked by I thought he smiled at me

And I wondered

Does he know what's in my heart I tried to smile, but I could hardly breathe

Should I tell him how I feel

Or would that scare him away

Diary, tell me what to do

Please tell me what to say

Dear diary

One touch of his hand

Now I can't wait to see that boy again

He smiled

And I thought my heart could fly

Diary, do you think that we'll be more than friends?

I've got a feeling we'll be so much more than friends"

I suddenly find myself face to face with Harry Potter, up close he is more beautiful that I ever thought. The Weasel looks disgusted, and Grange looks pleased, It turns out she had told me about the song. I will never call her a mudblood again. I'm still holding the mike so I say, "The person I dedicated this to is Harry Potter." I took a deep breath, and asked nervously, "Harry would you_could you_please...be my...boyfriend?" After that Harry kissed me, Weasel fainted, and so did all the teachers except Dumbeldore. Then he whispered one little word. "Yes."