A/N: Aggghhh! another failed attempt at my piece for the Quidditch League Fanfiction Competition, i try, but then it just ends up turning in to a song fic! Oh well, i've still got a week or two...
Enjoy ;-)
Masterpiece
She told herself that was the last time, she wouldn't come again. But opposites attract. Stronger than gravity. She was addicted. He was her drug. She was meant to stay away, go with the flow - but he was friction.
This was a trecherous game to play. But she, she, she, liked it. He, he , he, liked it.
This time of night, she's still up. Sitting by the window, looking out into the city. Sometimes she wonders about him. She thinks about owling, she thinks about visiting, she thinks they could run away. But she knows better than to make dreams reality. But every time she doesn't, she almost does.
She knows, this time of night he's still up. Sitting by the window, looking out into the city. She hopes, that sometimes he wonders about her.
She thinks about everything that's happened. When, they ran, and got lost, they didn't care though. When they were kids, they snuck down stairs. At school, they'd hold duels, and scream and yell. When he left, time didn't fly, it was like she was paralised. He didn't join the dark side. He would die for what he thought was right, if he didn't, what would he have lived for?
What they had was a masterpiece, 'till they tore it all up.
She finds herself at his door, just like all those times before. 'Cause she remembers it all too well.
A/N: I keep having all of these songs in my head, and i thought it worked okay... what did you think?
Please review
-Lissa XD