I am such a coward, I can't do anything right. I am the bumbling side
attraction, to the handsome one man show. Every time I try to be the brave
one I screw up. Maybe I should just be used to it right now, maybe I should
resign to the fact I am useless, simply comic relief, but I can't. I can't
when I see your face and look into your eyes.
There is something about you that simply begs me to be more. I don't think you know it, even if you did it wouldn't matter. You are always after me to study harder, take fewer chances, so maybe you do know, on some level, but then again you are like that for him to, the gold boy, the god of the school and if not now then someday the wizarding world. Maybe you just look at equally for us all. But it means more to me then anyone else. You call me to something higher, to shoot for something that I could never been of being. I was only a keeper to show you I could. The day I saved was for you. It is always for you.
My biggest heart break is that I can never save you. I have all the desire all the intention and all the hope, but never the means, the reason, or the luck. Maybe I will never save, maybe I can't be a hero. Maybe I shall always be the bloody fool who you dismiss with a wave of your hand. Sure I'm not as smart or athletic or even brave, but when it comes down to it, when it comes down to you I can be.
All those times he called you mudblood, he made fun of you, or even looked at you in anyway, I was the one who was there. I would have taken care of him in an instant, no thought to what it would mean for me. Does that count? Does that make me brave and a hero? Will you ever look at me with adoration like him, the golden god of Hogwarts?
I suppose not, not unless something changes, not unless I can save you in some manner. For now I am content to be your guardian angel, watching and waiting until you fail yourself or he fails you. I'm here, present and constant, so is my love. Maybe one day you will see it, feel it and need it. Maybe one day I can be your hero. Because Hermoine I am no hero on my own, but for you I could take on the world.
There is something about you that simply begs me to be more. I don't think you know it, even if you did it wouldn't matter. You are always after me to study harder, take fewer chances, so maybe you do know, on some level, but then again you are like that for him to, the gold boy, the god of the school and if not now then someday the wizarding world. Maybe you just look at equally for us all. But it means more to me then anyone else. You call me to something higher, to shoot for something that I could never been of being. I was only a keeper to show you I could. The day I saved was for you. It is always for you.
My biggest heart break is that I can never save you. I have all the desire all the intention and all the hope, but never the means, the reason, or the luck. Maybe I will never save, maybe I can't be a hero. Maybe I shall always be the bloody fool who you dismiss with a wave of your hand. Sure I'm not as smart or athletic or even brave, but when it comes down to it, when it comes down to you I can be.
All those times he called you mudblood, he made fun of you, or even looked at you in anyway, I was the one who was there. I would have taken care of him in an instant, no thought to what it would mean for me. Does that count? Does that make me brave and a hero? Will you ever look at me with adoration like him, the golden god of Hogwarts?
I suppose not, not unless something changes, not unless I can save you in some manner. For now I am content to be your guardian angel, watching and waiting until you fail yourself or he fails you. I'm here, present and constant, so is my love. Maybe one day you will see it, feel it and need it. Maybe one day I can be your hero. Because Hermoine I am no hero on my own, but for you I could take on the world.