She's the reason I get up in the morning: to see her coppery red hair flowing behind her as she patrols before class, to hear the tinkling of her laughter.
I could have any girl, any girl in Hogwarts. There are hundreds of girls in the castle that are her type: beautiful and clever, any number of whom'd accept me in a heartbeat.
Except her. She doesn't love me; she doesn't even like me! I don't know why not, I love her more than life. She is more important than anything, even Quidditch, or pranking with my mates.
But even though there are so many who could substitute her on the outside, she is irreplaceable. She is more than a sum of her parts- lovelier than the sunset over the pitch, brighter than the fire in the common rooms, clever, and sarcastically sweet.
Now, after six years of hoping and trying to win her over, I'll do whatever it takes. Because despite everything: blood ties, money, and popularity, it's Lily Evans that I get up in the morning to see.
