I'm Not That Girl

Hands touch, lips meet

In the Common Room there is heat

Twins whoop in a giddy whirl

He could be that boy

But I'm not that girl:

Don't dream too far

Don't lose sight of who you are

Don't remember Herbology

He could be that boy

I'm not that girl

Ev'ry so often we long to steal

To the land of the library

But that doesn't soften the ache we feel

When she calls him Won-Wonny

Blithe smile, lithe limb

Brains and books won't win him

Gold hair with a gentle curl

That's the girl he chose

And Merlin knows

I'm not that girl:

Don't wish, don't start

Wishing only wounds the heart

I was made for wands and for school

There's a girl I know

He snogs her so

I'm not that girl: