If
your body matches what your eyes can do
You'll probably move
right through me on my way to you
Finger
Eleven, "Paralyzer"
She kept her eyes locked on her drink, a song skipping once, twice, three times before the DJ finally stopped the music. A smirk, lick of her lips, and she locked eyes with the one who was staring at her.
Do I still look like a pug? She wonders, giving a look that could possibly kill the boy. Instead, the redhead saunters over to her, very like her first love would have. She's impressed.
She's even more impressed later, when he's pressed her on the bricks outside the dirty Muggle club. Gryffindor courage, indeed.
I
give you my love but you don't care
So
what is right and what is wrong
Haddaway,
"What is Love"
She holds him close as he cries. There's nothing quite like his body, hardened by years of Quidditch and other activities.
He doesn't love her, not like she loves him. She wants to keep him safe, but as he quiets and shifts to change his vantage point, she realizes this isn't something she can do. Her long hair lies over his own, black with white.
She can't do this, and she opens her mouth to tell him so, but he captures her mouth with a ferocious kiss.
As he pulls his shirt over his head, she can't help but think that he knows exactly what it is to keep her with him.
(break)
Warning.
Live without warning
Say
warning. Live without warning
Green
Day, "Warning"
He's old enough to be her father, and indeed, he is a father of one of her classmates. Even so, she treats him just as she treats his son, flirting and looking at his wife maliciously. Both men, both wives. The younger, a twin of her mother-in-law, gives the same look she's sure she would give, were the tables turned.
Concubine. Slut. She's slept with everyone from Voldemort to Harry Potter, they whisper. She sneers at the talk. She'd never lower herself to Potter's bed.
The Weasel, on the other hand…
She hikes her skirt a little more. He smiles.
(break)
She
says she's expecting company
They're just running late
Reba
McEntire, "All Dressed Up (With Nowhere To Go)"
She pulls her coat on, over her favorite green ball gown, and waits for her date. A former best friend, the best she ever had, besides her love. She thinks of the time they spent together...
She loves him, yes, but not the way she loves the other. Her passion burns bright for the one she's dressed for, she loves the way he makes her feel… But the other leaves her vulnerable, even when she knows there's no reason for it.
It's been fifteen minutes. The cocky sonuva was never late. She sighs, burying her head in her hands.
For some reason, she knew she'd been stood up. She could only hope the girl was pretty.
(break)
While
you've been searching your heart
Alone
with us in the dark
Trans-Siberian
Orchestra, "What Good This Deafness"
She stares in the mirror at herself… What she can see of her shape, anyway, in the moonlight. Her nose is squashed in, her hair long and stringy, her cheeks fattened with gluttony.
A maniacal smile graces her features, teeth glowing blue in the light. Suddenly, she realizes what the whole point of her life was.
Laughter pours out of her, evil and bubbly. She pulls a knife from her drawer…
…
Her love comes to visit her later, is shocked. Hair loosened, her best dress cut into shreds by the knife she welds. A snarl curls her lips, and she beckons to him. He backs from her room, frightened, confronted by her demons and his.
Bellatrix? Pansy?