I hate the fact that you're always right
And that small dimple that appear whenever you smile
I hate your stupid cause on the elves' plight
How you always place your books in that neat little pile

I hate the six different ways by which you laugh
You're a stupid Mudblood and a Gryffindor
I hate your friends especially Weasel the daft
Although I equally also despise Potty the bore

I hate how you stare at Weasel so lovingly
For someone so smart, you're such a git
How I taunted your one sided love so mercilessly
I hate how you took the fun out of those feats

Expected you to use that cutting wit that I cannot match
Instead I see sad brown eyes which does not affect me at all
I reminded myself that we are enemies and such
I cannot admire that despite everything you stood tall

I hate that I look forward to seeing you each day
I know not why, but I do know that its wrong
I hide this feeling by throwing taunts your way
I will not succumb to this, for I am strong

I hate how I can't stop watching you all the time
I am not obsessed with you I cannot be
For I know that you will never be mine
All because I will insist on being me.