Something There

There's something sweet,

And almost kind,

Lavender glanced shyly at me. I smiled back at her, very subtly so that no one else would see. We had been going steady for three months now, and we still didn't want to tell anyone. That would come later.

But he was mean and he was coarse

And unrefined

I had my own reasons for not telling about our relationship. I have the reputation as being kind of a bully, especially to the Gryffindors and even more especially to Mudbloods, as everyone in my class calls them. For someone to discover that I was dating not only a Mudblood, but a Gryffindor Mudblood, would cost me all the friends I had, at least right then. Mudblood...God, I can't stand that word anymore.

And now he's dear

And so I'm sure.

I wonder why I didn't see it there before?

I guess the other reason I didn't tell anyone was because I thought it might be too much to hope that we actually had a relationship. I mean, me and Lavender? Who'd have thought it? Seriously, no one would think to pair me with anyone but Pansy Parkinson, or Millicent Bullstrode. To those pairings, I say yuck and disgust.

She glanced this way,

I though I saw,

I'm trying to think back to when I first realised that I loved Lavender. It was the first time she looked at me. That was it. She had looked at me, and it was like love at first sight. We have been going steady for three months now, and I still can feel my insides melt and disintegrate whenever she looks at me. I have decided that is a good feeling.

And when we touched she didn't shudder at my paw,

I had got used to Mudbloods recoiling at the slightest look from me, but Lavender was the only person I know that can hold my hand at all, let alone let me touch her. That might have been another part of what had caused me to love her.

Though it can't be,

I'll just ignore,

At first, through loyalty to my father, I had tried to ignore my feelings for her, or to deny them. I was going to be a Death Eater someday. Death Eaters cannot fall in love with Mudbloods.

But then she's never looked at me that way before.

Soon, however, I found it to be impossible to do so, because I realised that the more I tried to contain my feelings, the more they tried to get out, and they were winning. I thought, bollucks to being a Death Eater! If I have to choose between them and Lavender, give me my girl any day. I caught her on our last day at Hogwarts last year and told her the truth-I loved her.

New, and a bit alarming.

Who'd have ever thought that this could be?

I think I caught her off guard, but she told me she loved me too. My father probably suspects I'm in love, although he doesn't know with whom. He told me that since I got home from Hogwarts, my personality has blossomed and I've been a lot friendlier. He says he doesn't like it and to stop immediately, but I can't. I don't think my Lavender thought it was possible I'd ever love her, me being so anti-Mudblood and all.

True that he's no Prince Charming,

But there's something in him that I simply didn't see.

I was never the nicest boy in school, especially not to the Gryffindors, and I know, despite what I might say, I was never the handsomest either. Still, Lavender was able to look past my mean, heartless exterior to inside me and see a scared little boy, bullied and moulded by his father, raised to be a Death Eater, missing old friends of days long gone bye. She's been trying to make that little boy brave enough to come out.

Well, who'd have thought?

(Well bless my soul!)

Well who'd have known?

(Well, who indeed?)

And who'd have guessed they'd come together on their own?

(It's so peculiar)

We'll wait and see,

A few days more,

There may be something there that wasn't there before.

Finally, last night, we had the courage to tell the Gryffindors. I know we shocked them. No one in their right minds would have matched us as a couple. No one would have guessed it, no one at all. Everyone decided to wait awhile, just in case they woke up from this insane dream. If they didn't, they'd know there was something new about me.

Well, perhaps there's something there that wasn't there before.

Everyone finally admitted the truth: there is more to me than meets the prejudiced eye.

There may be something there that wasn't there before.