Daphne tells me I'm lucky. Draco Malfoy—what a catch! But I don't care. He's just a boy. You… you're a man. You're different. And it scares me. I don't like the boy who I'm going to marry. I prefer his father. Is it conceit or naivety? I just can't help but think that you're the better catch. If I could only…
You would reject me. My advances would seem so girlish, so stupid. But I want to be with you. Only you. I don't know if you've even noticed, but I hang on your every word. Right now, I'm lying on my bed, and my whole body tingles with excitement at the mere thought of you. I don't like Draco. I don't like anyone. Or at least, I don't like anyone but you.
Disclaimer: All recognized characters belong to JK Rowling. "I Don't Like Anyone" belongs to Jessica Andrews