A waltz when she walks in the room

She pulls back the hair from her face

She turns to the window

To sway in the moonlight

Even her shadow has grace

Everything she does is so graceful, so damn perfect. But she shouldn't be perfect, not according to how I was raised, according to everything I thought I believed. She just waltzes into the library, like she owns the fucking place. Well, in a sense she kind of does, because she is always in here. Always going to the same predictable chair by the same damn window, stopping whatever homework she happens to be doing for whatever year (because everyone knows that she does homework years in advance) to stare at the moonlight. She gently places her head on her hand. Oh, but that I were a glove on that hand that I might touch that cheek. She seems to shine and shimmer in the moonlight, giving her an ethereal quality.

A Waltz for the girl out of reach

She lifts her hands up to the sky

She moves with the music

The song is her Lover

The melody's making her cry.

Oh, I know she is unavailable, at least to me. After taunting her for seven years, after everything I have done, my family has done, my house has done, how could I ever expect her to forgive me? She is the epitome of everything I'm supposed to hate. So why then, do I realize how exquisitely perfect she is? want so badly to be the one to hold her, to tell her I Love her. Exactly. I can't. She may even fall for me. But my family, my friends, would all hate her for her background while her friends would hate her for being a traitor. I can deal with all of them hating me, but I can't do that to her. She deserves more happiness than I can ever possibly provide for her.

So She Dances

In And out

Of the crowd

Like a glance

This Romance is

From afar

Calling me silently

It doesn't matter what I do, who I do. I've pissed of three girls and have actually had to Obliviate them because I've called out her name. So I sit and stare at her across the Great Hall, across a classroom, insulting her every chance I get just for the chance to be near her. I push her farther away just so I can get closer. I hurt her every chance I get so I know that she feels something for me, even if it is pure, unadulterated loathing. I love it when I get her cheeks to flush that pretty rose color, and her deep brown eyes stare back intensely at me… see how horrible it is? I'm a sap and that's when She's angry at me. What would I do with myself if she loved me in return? I have no idea…

A Waltz for the chance I should take

But how will I know where to start?

She's spinning between Constellations and dreams

Her rhythm is my beating heart

I should ask. Assuming things makes an ass out of you and me as the saying goes. But what do I say? "Hey, umm… by the way, you know those insults I've been throwing around pretty intensely this entire year? That's because I am desperately in love with you and take every opportunity to see you, and the only way I know how to do that without getting myself killed is to insult you…" Yeah, THAT'LL go over well. She's a part of things bigger than me. Smartest witch of our age? Helping Potter defeat Voldie? Hell, she probably has done everything but cast the spells herself. Always bailing him out of his messes, teaching him things. Stupid Saint Potter. Getting to be friends with her. Damn him, damn Voldemort, I hope they go kill each other. I want her. For me.

So She Dances

In And out

Of the crowd

Like a glance

This Romance is

From afar

Calling me silently

I can't keep on watching forever

I give up this view

Just to tell her

When I close my eyes

I see

The spotlights are bright on you and me

We've got the floor

And you're in my arms

How could I ask for more?

So, I tell her. About my love. I couldn't hold out anymore. I told her about this dream I had the first time I saw her at the Yule Ball and she and I are just together, dancing, swaying and just together, perfect for all the world to see that I don't care about heritage, I care about her.

So She Dances

In And out

Of the crowd

Like a glance

This Romance is

From afar

Calling me silently

And she laughs. She talks about how that would be a great twisted joke if she didn't know better and she goes away, weaving in and out of the crowd between classes like a dream, or a glance. So I continue to hold on, for a time when people are more understanding. Until then, I'll continue to insult her. Until then, I'll watch her silently.

AN: Anyone catch the other references in there? One was Romeo and Juliet and the other was from Wicked. Ok, see you later.