Classy Witch (A Draco-Hermione love story/parody)

This is an 85-line poem about the love/romance between Draco and Hermione. It is a parody, kinda'. JFW1415, one night, ask (told xD) me to write a 100 line poem about this, a "Dramione" as she called it. So, being the nice guy I am...and her constant yelling at me to do it, I did it. So, here it is:
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He will love me with this poly-juice potion -
In my control - his undying devotion!
Muahaha! Bruhaha! Bwahaha! ... Ha.
He shall have a fire greater than Ra.

As I watch him in the night,
I see his dreams are filled with fright -
But soon I shall fill his dreams
and replace them with me - his Queen.

Forget a spell to make him mine -
That sends shivers down my spine!
Who could be so low?
I use potions, ya' know? (I'm classy)

With my red hair and seductive style -
and his good looks to stay a while -
We'll have children of our own -
This I know (and condone).

I set the juice to simmer down -
and soon I'll look all around
to seek his face. White face -
Oh, how it glows like fluorescent waste.

For those of you who think he's bad -
Just look at the hardships he has had!
I heard a ghost say that they saw Trelawny gaze
and see his goodness in future days!

Forget Ron and his...loserness -
I like a man I must confess.
So here he comes - My man -
only now I'll reprimand.

I drank the juice with defying magic -
my solidity faded - how tragic -
But he looked at me - finally -
and this is what he said to me:

Moaning Myrtle - you're lovely today -
Can I have a date, if I may?
I promise to swoon you through the night
until what passes through is morning light.

I floated to him in passionate desire -
To phase through him - how Dire!
But I just may to make him stay -
But then he opened his mouth to say:

I've seen you in the stalls -
even in all my class-route halls
and as I sit in the stall, a smile
come over me - you're in my bile.
(And how closer can one be?)

How I love you, Myrtle -
You're so tragically dead -
So, maybe to be with you,
I'll jinx my head!

And I say: No!
and take off my disguise -
will it be enough or
too much of a surprise?

His face was shocked -
Like he'd been mocked -
Sock'd in the nose by
my solid fist of mixed-blood.

"A mudblood?!"
"Yes."
"No..."
"...Er, yes."

(It seemed as though he'd
take convincing - my love
in spell form should
be the fixing!)

I know - I said I couldn't be that low -
But I'm one classy witch
And we witches, sometimes,
make love stitches.

"Cupendous!" I screamed in his face -
His jaw dropped - his mind in lace.
His mind thinking of me in lace -
Haha, that evil boy...it won't go to waste.

So I lead him up to my highest tower
to my chambers so I could devour
and love him. He was my love-puppet -
but only to talk was my true desire...

We went to the clock tower to gaze the stars -
He held my hand and sat idle -
He left me with quiet thoughts
of how much love I'd caught!

You ask how I could get this lover?
Well, it's simple - let me cover
it. It's my niche:
I'm one Classy Witch.
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So, obviously, this isn't a serious poem. It's meant to be fun, I guess -- so, no reviews on quality, because obviously it's not meant to be.


Jen -- I'm glad I'm done, lol. This gave me a headache. xD