Since the moment I spotted you
Been walking round with little wings on my shoes-
My stomach's filled with butterflies, ooh, and its alright
Bouncing round from cloud to cloud
Got the feeling like I'm never gonna come down
If I said I didn't like it then you know I'd lied
Everytime I try to talk to you,
I get tongue tied, tongue tied
Everything I say to you
Comes out wrong, it never comes out right
So I'll say why don't you and I get together?
And take on the world and be together forever
Heads we will and tails we'll try again
So I say why don't you and I hold each other
And fly to the moon and straight on to heaven?
'Cause without you, they're never gonna let me in
--"Why Don't You and I?" by Alex Band and Santana
Insolent little toerag, he is. Stupid Potter. Perfect Potter. Potter with his Quidditch and his Defense Against the Dark Arts and being Voldemort's prime target--
Ugly Potter with his hideous scar that's right down his forehead--and, and--His tousled, alluring dark hair, and his soulful jade eyes-- What an eyesore. And his muscled neck...And that stupid way he flicks his wand when he performs another perfect Patronus...
I hate him. No, scratch that. I despise him. Abhor him. Loathe him. Detest him. He wishes he were like me. He wishes he was as suave as I am, how smooth, how cool. It doesn't matter that he's aloof in absolutely adorable way, so quizically cute, so-- Lovable.
Perfect Potter and his stupid friends. Weasley, and his perfect Quidditch playing and Curse breaking and Ministry working and prank pulling brothers, and that dumb, adorable sister of his. And that Mudblood, Granger! With her perfect smarts and always accessible cleverness--
I hate Harry James Potter, with his stupid, precise, perfect name.
What a prat, a git. I think that Oxford dictionary labeled him as a prime source of definition for those words. Draco Malfoy, what a jerk, a complete idiot. That horrible Pureblood status, his perfect strut, his perfect insults and the way he reacts to the not-so-perfect comebacks.
Perfect Malfoy with his dumb platinum hair, and those slate-grey eyes that can freeze hot fudge. His Slytherin ambition and power, what a despicable little bastard. His muscled arms and his cockiness when I play him in Quidditch.
Ew, what a retched thought. He's just jealous, see, of all I've got. He's got nothing--Nothing but a father that could get him everything he ever wanted, an enormous mansion, and gold beyond anyone's wildest dreams.
Horrible Malfoy. How he milks everything for all its worth, and his snottiness that just makes you want to slam him up against the wall, and then kiss the life out of him.
I hate Draco Malfoy, with that perfect, precise, horrible unusual name.
Been walking round with little wings on my shoes-
My stomach's filled with butterflies, ooh, and its alright
Bouncing round from cloud to cloud
Got the feeling like I'm never gonna come down
If I said I didn't like it then you know I'd lied
Everytime I try to talk to you,
I get tongue tied, tongue tied
Everything I say to you
Comes out wrong, it never comes out right
So I'll say why don't you and I get together?
And take on the world and be together forever
Heads we will and tails we'll try again
So I say why don't you and I hold each other
And fly to the moon and straight on to heaven?
'Cause without you, they're never gonna let me in
--"Why Don't You and I?" by Alex Band and Santana
Insolent little toerag, he is. Stupid Potter. Perfect Potter. Potter with his Quidditch and his Defense Against the Dark Arts and being Voldemort's prime target--
Ugly Potter with his hideous scar that's right down his forehead--and, and--His tousled, alluring dark hair, and his soulful jade eyes-- What an eyesore. And his muscled neck...And that stupid way he flicks his wand when he performs another perfect Patronus...
I hate him. No, scratch that. I despise him. Abhor him. Loathe him. Detest him. He wishes he were like me. He wishes he was as suave as I am, how smooth, how cool. It doesn't matter that he's aloof in absolutely adorable way, so quizically cute, so-- Lovable.
Perfect Potter and his stupid friends. Weasley, and his perfect Quidditch playing and Curse breaking and Ministry working and prank pulling brothers, and that dumb, adorable sister of his. And that Mudblood, Granger! With her perfect smarts and always accessible cleverness--
I hate Harry James Potter, with his stupid, precise, perfect name.
What a prat, a git. I think that Oxford dictionary labeled him as a prime source of definition for those words. Draco Malfoy, what a jerk, a complete idiot. That horrible Pureblood status, his perfect strut, his perfect insults and the way he reacts to the not-so-perfect comebacks.
Perfect Malfoy with his dumb platinum hair, and those slate-grey eyes that can freeze hot fudge. His Slytherin ambition and power, what a despicable little bastard. His muscled arms and his cockiness when I play him in Quidditch.
Ew, what a retched thought. He's just jealous, see, of all I've got. He's got nothing--Nothing but a father that could get him everything he ever wanted, an enormous mansion, and gold beyond anyone's wildest dreams.
Horrible Malfoy. How he milks everything for all its worth, and his snottiness that just makes you want to slam him up against the wall, and then kiss the life out of him.
I hate Draco Malfoy, with that perfect, precise, horrible unusual name.