Doesn't Mean I Like You - A Malfoid Music Video

I enjoyed the Malfoid memes enough to want to make a music video for them. So, we have Dracaena Malfoy insulting Harry Potter at every turn, mocking his hair, his glasses, and his lonely Saturday nights, until the inevitable reveal she's a tsundere and the attraction is mutual. Lyrics: [Intro] Hey, Potter! Yeah, you, Scarhead Don't look at me like that That's Miss Malfoy to you, Dracaena if you're brave [Verse 1] Your hair looks like a Bowtruckle slept in it Your glasses held together with a spell and spit You walk the halls like the hero of the year But I saw you faint when the Dementors came near Saturday night and you're moping by the lake All alone again, for Merlin's sake Don't you dare say I've been keeping track I just happen to see you every time I look back [Pre-Chorus] You're so pathetic, Potter So hopeless, it's absurd You're so pathetic, Potter... It's almost cute (Wait, that's not the word!) [Chorus] I hate the way you smile at me in Potions I hate the way my stomach does a flip I hate that green is suddenly my favourite It's your eyes, not the crest stitched on my chest I think about you more than I'd confess To anyone, to Pansy, or the rest So stop it, Potter, stop it, just get out of my head! This doesn't mean I like you (This doesn't mean I like you!) [Verse 2] You won the war, so now you think you're clever Saved the world and still can't tie your shoes together You spilled pumpkin juice all down your Gryffindor tie And I laughed so hard I almost started to cry My father will hear about this, you'll see Except he's in Azkaban, so it's down to me Go on and stare, I've got nothing to hide Except for every single thing I feel inside [Pre-Chorus] You're so pathetic, Potter You're such a walking mess You're so pathetic, Potter... It's almost cute (I didn't say that, yes I did, no, I didn't!) [Chorus] I hate the way you smile at me in Potions I hate the way my stomach does a flip I hate that green is suddenly my favourite It's your eyes, not the crest stitched on my chest I think about you more than I'd confess To anyone, to Pansy, or the rest So stop it, Potter, stop it, just get out of my head! This doesn't mean I like you (This doesn't mean I like you!) [Bridge] That night in the hospital wing You sat beside my bed till dawn You didn't say a single thing You just stayed; I kept my eyes shut till you'd gone There's a book beneath my pillow How Muggle girls win a boy I've read it twice, I've read it ten times I've dog-eared every trick I'm too proud to employ We lost the war, we lost our name The portraits whisper when I pass This sneer's the only armour left And you're the only one who sees through the glass [Breakdown] So when you ask me, soft and low If I'll meet you where the shadows grow Behind the Quidditch pitch tonight I... [Final Chorus] I hate the way you smile at me in Potions I hate the way my stomach does a flip I hate that green is suddenly my favourite It's your eyes, not the crest stitched on my chest I think about you more than I'd confess So fine then, Potter, fine then, yes, I guess Behind the Quidditch pitch, at nine, don't make me wait This doesn't mean I like you (This doesn't mean I like you!) This doesn't mean I like you... [Outro] Behind the pitch? Tonight? I... suppose I could do that Don't be late, Potter And fix your hair