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Desperately
Something 'bout the way you looked at me
Made me thing for a moment
That maybe we were meant to be
And it's strange that things change
But not me wanting you so desperatelyI know that I shouldn't have yelled at Cho like that, but she broke my heart into a million bite-sized pieces. It won't be long until Ron, Neville, Dean, and Seamus barge into here but hopefully the Gryffindor's with more sense will tell then not to. Hermione would say I want to be alone for a bit. Ginny would say that I might hex somebody if they entered. Fred and George would probably laugh and despite everyone's advice, sneak up and give me some dungbombs (to throw at Cho, they would explain, winking). Then, to my surprise, Hermione entered, She started apologizing. She was telling me that she should have let Cho tell me. I told her that it was okay. We sat there silently for a few minutes. Then, I looked up only to catch Hermione staring at me intently. We both blushed and looked away.
Oh why can't I ignore it?
I keep giving in but I should know better
Cause there was something 'bout the way you looked at me
And it's strange that things change
But not me wanting you so desperately
I felt as if I could stare into those emerald eyes forever. I felt as if I could see into his soul, and stay there for an eternity. Could he feel the same way that I do? Will he ever be able to love after what Cho did? Will he run from love forever, never to care about me, or anyone else who has true love for him? I wish nothing could ruin this moment of serenity. Naturally, Neville barged in and cried that Professor McGonagall wanted to know if everything was all right. Harry replied, in a trance similar to mine, that everything was okay. Neville, sensing he was interrupting something, left the room as quickly as he had entered.
You looked my way and said, "you frustrate me"
Like you're thinking of lines and times
When you and I were you and me
We took our chance out on the street
Then I missed my chance
And chances are it won't be coming back to me
"Hermione," I started, "Why didn't you tell me sooner?"
She quietly replied, "I didn't want to hurt you because of my own jealousy."
"Jealousy about what?" I quickly asked.
Blushing, she responded, "That Cho got you instead of me," getting quieter by the word. When she finished speaking, she looked down at the carpeting, seemingly absorbed by the patterns.
I want you so desperately
I keep giving in but I should know better
I can't believe Harry knows now. I should've never gone in there, but I felt so bad for him. I can't imagine how I would feel if someone was cheating on me. Of course, I can't even imagine someone asking me out. I'm just a little bookworm. Harry doesn't like me anyways. I'm his friend. His sister. There will never be anything else there. I don't know why I even told him. Now, things will be uncomfortable between us, and Ron, being so smart, won't notice anything, unless it has to do with food or Quidditch.
I keep giving in but I should know better
So desperately
I want you so desperately
