Disclaimer: Harry Potter's not mine, but the poem is.
Fall upon me, those compelling eyes.
And let me see you smile at me catch me by surprise.
Say words to me, I've been banned to hear.
Throw away our past, and make things between us clear.
When you look at me, no animosity in your eyes, I think of how you might return the love, unseen.
But when you start to glare again, you snatch away my dreams.
It maybe hard to deny the admiration that you arise.
But when you look at me, with eyes so green, I feel so mesmerized.
I probably can't change me now, or how extreme I act.
But this was what's been destined for us; it's too late to go back.
It's a wonder why everyone puts up with me, or my bitter play.
You're no exception wonder boy, you hating me, it was meant to be this way.
If I were allowed to go back, I'd do all I can do.
When I said I loathed your being, I meant to say I love you.
Harry finished the last line of the poem, unexplained emotions going through his stomach.
"Who would have sent you rubbish like that?" Hermione scoffed, reading over his shoulder.
Ron took the piece of paper away and laughed out loud, followed by Hermione and all the other Gryffindor who read the contents of the piece of paper.
"Probably from one of those rabid Harry Potter fans." Ginny commented.
The whole table laughed as some random Hufflepuff said 'I resent that.'
But in the midst of all the laughter, Harry knew it went deeper than that, those words touched him unlike some other fan mail.
He felt eyes boring into his bowed head and he looked up. Of course he locked gazes with Draco Malfoy as always and starting another staring contest.
'I hate you Potter.'
He was surprised those words popped into his thoughts; even more surprised he felt a powerful aching feeling. He shook his head and looked away, but didn't miss the triumphant smirk on the Slytherin's face.
And when I said I loathed your being.
Harry felt as if he was in some insane cliché love story and blushed. He looked at the blond again, who still had the smug sneer on his lips, but his eyes, and they were devoid of emotion. The raven boy took out a piece of paper and wrote a hasty reply.
And when I said to bugger off,
I meant to say that I want you in my life.