Don't tell me
My love's not the one that I want
That he's not the one that I need
The door closed behind Ginny, the flaming red hair almost literally on fire as she stared at Hermione, still hopelessly trying to stop her from going. Telling her about her ongoing romance with Draco was almost certainly doomed from the start, but Hermione foolishly trusted the scrap of faith she had in her friend's support. If Ginny had been this bad, then Harry would be worse, and Ron would be bloody impossible.
But to hell with all of it if she cared one bit.
I'd rather
find out for
myself
She floated through the common room, as unaware of the surrounding students as she was of them. Her only focus was her destination, and the man waiting for her there.
You're the one
Stumbling through the portrait hole, she leaned up against the stone wall for a brief pause and closed her eyes, her fingers threading through her hair.
Who shakes at the touch of my hand
Her lips parted in her imaginary bliss, anticipation tingling through her.
But can't decide where you should stand
If I were smart, I'd never call you
Call you
Ever again...
She arched her back and propelled herself forward, whipping her head around to see if Ginny or perhaps Harry or Ron had followed her. Assured she was alone, she shook her head and briskly started walking towards her undoing.
Oh, in my ears
My blood is just
Roaring
She didn't need Ginny or Harry or Ron or even the Minister of Magic to tell her he wasn't right for her. To tell her their relationship is doomed to fail. That things like this never work
'Cause he's
because he's
the only one
the only one
I've ever wanted
she's ever wanted.
And, she supposed,
I suppose that's
Just the way
it is.