Mine, Mine, Mine, that's all I want her to be.

Mine, Mine, Mine, trapped here with me.

Mine, Mine, Mine, Oh what I have wrought.

Mine, Mine, Mine, to love what I could not.

I gazed across the hall till I caught sight of the platinum blond hair that has been stuck in my mind since my first year at this wretched school. It was a travesty really, a real shame some might say, to find any flicker of light in the castle cloaked in darkness. Maybe my moody side was showing, but these stone walls have entombed me ever since I began my "tenure" here.

A dreary existence one might find,

To break away from grand design.

For god has trapped me in his employ,

A plan, he has, one I shall not enjoy.

She was magnificent if I do say so. Her natural beauty nigh unparalleled to nary but a Veela. Her personality might be the only thing to detract from her allure, but what I wouldn't give for an opportunity to make her smile.

As shiny as a golden ray.

As tempting as a beautiful day.

Like a bed inviting you to stay.

Oh how I wish I could just say hey.

She got into a fight today. Malfoy and his gang talked to her in the hallway. For what purpose I know not, but things got heated and she sent them running. I wanted to kill Malfoy for whatever he did. Didn't he know she was mine? He was playing a dangerous game, accosting her like that, bothering her like that. One jinx would be all it took for him to break his neck in an unfortunate fall. I wish I could be freed from these infernal shackles.

Making her smile,

If just for a while.

Oh how I revile,

To be within denial.

I love her. At least, I think I do. Everything about her drew me in, like a moth to a flame. She was simply magnificent. I stared at her most of today, covertly of course. I dreamt of spending a day with her, an hour with her, a minute with her, a second with her.

To take you on a date,

Would be something I surely hate.

As it would do more harm than good,

To love you more than I should.

I got to talk to her for a moment today. I accidentally bumped into her while walking through the halls, foolish I know. I hope I didn't make too much of a fool out of myself. She seemed nervous too, but whether it was because of my "reputation" or something more, I know not. I hope she likes me too.