Ch 1
Another magical Friday night
Ginny's fairly sure she should say something.
I think I'll sit this one at home
But she never does. She just watches Harry leave, well aware of were he's going.
Unusual for me I know, but please go ahead
She used to also go out on these nights. Both riding on the fact that its not dysfunctional if both of them are going out 'with friends'.
I don't want to be the blinking rabbit to your wildebeest
Ginny could hardly keep up, after a while. She lost the spark. They're getting old, after all. Well, at least Ginny and Ron and Hermione are.
The jaded lover to a sex machine, you should go ahead
Harry's suspended in time. He leaves and he goes and he gave away the adult lifestyle long ago. Handed in his Auror robes, along with sobriety.
And please give those recycled house tracks my warmest regards
Traded them for low lights and close-knit dancing. For blonde hair and eternally springy bodies and attitudes.
And lock the door if you're home before the sun, oh
So Ginny's resigned herself to waiting and pretending she doesn't know that he knows she knows.
Pink, pink lemonade and
And damn.
Does he kiss you till your lips explode?
If it just hadn't been Draco Malfoy.
Pink, pink lemonade
Dragging him away.
Does he take you places I can't afford to go?
Doing all sorts of things Ginny isn't supposed to do. Things she can't do.
Pink lemonade you know I, know behind that sugar there's only lies, lies, lies, lies