Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the plott. The songs in this are Picture to Burn by Taylor Swift and Never Again by Kelly Clarkson. Kayy.
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Chapter One
I heard a stifled laughter behind me and groaned to myself. The first week wasn't even over and already Malfoy and his cronies where up to no good. I finished my sentence and closed my personal journal, and putting my things away. Five years with them, and knowing something's going to happen, I'd rather it was anything then them reading about my personal life. I stood up and turned around, coming way to close to Hogwarts own personal ferret. I felt the heat flood my cheeks at the awkwardness of being this close.
I have to look up to see his face, his 6'4" frame towering over my 5'5" height. I look over him, immediately noticing that the summer has changed him. His bright blonde hair was not slicked back and fell to the bottom of his ears in a shaggy way. His eyes where blue, looking like a storm was brewing in them and coming my way. Smirking, I notice that Quiditch has done him good.
"Well Malfoy, is there a reason you decided to ruin my afternoon?" I asked in a sweet voice, acting innocent. Over the summer, he wasn't the only one that changed. My orange hair deepened into a blood red and fell into soft curls to my mid back. My eyes, the same hazel they've always been, where outlined in make up. I could tell that he was looking me over, but I didn't really care. So far, it's happened a lot.
"I was wondering what you where doing without the Dream Team. You decided that you where too good to follow them around?" I growled at him. Another thing that changed over the summer was my opinion of my life at the burrow, including Harry, Ron, and Hermione.
"Not like it's any of your business, but yes, I did. Now if you'll excuse me, I'll be heading back inside." I said in a monotone voice. I tried stepping around them, but Malfoy blocked me from moving. I sighed frustrated.
"What is it that you want from me?" I asked, getting upset. He bringing up the Golden Trio didn't help my mood at all either.
"What, life outside of Hogwarts not going well? Did Potter break your little heart? Did he go back to Cho and leave you to cry?" Tears threatened to fall, but I held them back, not wanting to cry in front of him. He didn't know how close to the truth he was.
"Don't speak of things you don't know about." I hissed, grabbing my potions book out of my bag and chucking it at him, then storming off before he could do something back. As I entered the building, tears where starting to come down, and I was glad that it was lunch time. I started running, going to the only place I ever felt at peace in.
As I entered the Astronomy room, I collapsed in a corner that I found last year. It was behind a tapestry right in front of a large picture window. I looked in my bag for my journal and realized my biggest mistake. As I pulled out my potions book, I almost cried. My most prized possession that knows more about me then I do, is in the hands of Draco Malfoy.
I hold the book that the youngest Weasley threw at me. I was still in a slight shock that she really did that, but I soon got over it and looked at what book I held. It had an old leather cover, tied together with two small strings. It defiantly wasn't school related and that's when in dawned on me. When I first noticed the little Weasel, she was writing in something. Then the two buffoons that followed me snickered and she put it away, as if trying to hide it. I looked out at the lake and smirked. I held the Weasels diary, and every little secret that she has.
I turned around and started walking back to the Heads room, losing Crab and Goyle in the process. I tucked the small book in my cloak, looking down at my watch. I cursed and started running towards the room. We had band practice and I had to set up in less then a half hour!
"Well, I don't know what else to write! It's not my fault I'm the only creative one in this room. You guys could help with the lyrics you know!" Pansy yelled at us. This whole writing songs wasn't going well. We haven't even finished the beginning of one song, and Pansy was out of ideas. Suddenly there was a small cough, causing us all to look up.
"What are you doing in here Weasley?" I asked, spotting her red hair first. She rolled her eyes which looked blood shot.
"Well genius, if you'd look at my robe, you'd notice the Head Girl badge there. We share rooms if your small mind doesn't remember that. Now where's my journal?" She asked, her voice determined. I sighed and pulled it out from my cloak. She growled when I didn't hand it over immediately.
"You threw it at me, why should I give it back?" I asked her. Her face turned stony and the lights flickered.
"Give it back to me, right now." I sighed and handed it to her. She glared at me before dumping her books on the table and starting homework. I turned back to Pansy, Blaise, and Knott. Over the summer, we all started a band, something that famous muggle's are in. I played the drums, Blaise plays the guitar, Knott plays the bass guitar, and Pansy sings.
"Well, what do we have so far?" Blaise asked Pansy.
"To state the obvious, I didn't get my perfect fantasy. I realize you love your self more then you could love me. So go and tell your friends that I'm obsessive and, and that's all we have." Everyone was silent. I couldn't think of anything to write; none of us could, until we heard a small voice, most likely not meant to be heard.
"What did you just say?" Pansy asked the Weasel causing her to look up and blush.
"Oh, nothing, sorry for interrupting." She looked back at her homework, burying her burning red face into the paper.
"No, I'm not mad; I just want to know if you have an idea for what to write. Come over here and sit with us." Pansy shifted over and made room of the girl who was walking over.
"So what did you say?" Pansy asked her again.
"Really, it was stupid. I don't write songs; I write…" She didn't finish her sentence, but blushed even more.
"What do you write?" Blaise asked her.
"I- I write poems." She said quietly. Pansy brightened.
"Poems or songs, there pretty much the same thing! Okay, so I'll sing what we have so far and you just add on when you get something."
"To state the obvious, I didn't get my perfect fantasy. I realize you love your self more then you could love me. So go and tell your friends that I'm obsessive and,"
"Crazy, that's fine I'll tell mine that you're gay." Pansy lunged at Weasley and hugged her. After Pansy let go, she beamed at her.
"That's it; you're part of this band! From now on, you'll help us write our songs! Okay, we'll meet back up later, but right now I really need to go and unpack." Pansy got up started going to the door.
"Are you guys all unpacked?" The Weasel asked us. I smirked at her, apparently nobody told her.
"There staying here, so you're stuck with a bunch of guys." I smirked at her, but what I didn't suspect was her to smirk back.
"Not the only girl, if Pansy wants, she can stay with me." All four of us looked at Pansy who was smiling.
"Let me go get my things!"
"I hope the ring you gave to her
turns her finger green
I hope when you're in bed with her
you think of me
I would never wish bad things
but I don't wish you well
Could you tell
by the flames that burned your words
I never read your letter
'cause I knew what you'd say
Give me that Sunday school answer
try and make it all okay"
I wasn't going to cry ever again about what happened. Never again would I show that I'm dying inside over them. My silence will be there punishment.
"Does it hurt
to know I'll never be there
Bet it sucks
to see my face everywhere
It was you
who chose to end it like you did
I was the last to know
you knew
exactly what you would do
And don't say
you simply lost your way
She may believe you
but I never will
never again."
I knew somebody came in the room, but I paid no attention to them. Most likely it was Pansy, and she's already read everything I wrote. She'll be proud that I wrote a song all by myself. I just hope she doesn't ask why I wrote it. Even though I try not to show it, it's still slowly killing me.
"If she really knows the truth
she deserves you
A trophy wife Oh, how cute
Ignorance is bliss
But when your day comes
and he's through with you
and he'll be through with you
You'll die together, but alone
You wrote me in a letter
you couldn't say it right to my face
Give me that Sunday school answer
repent yourself away
"Does it hurt
To know I'll never be there
bet it sucks
to see my face everywhere
It was you
who chose to end it like you did
I was the last to know
you knew
exactly what you would do
And don't say
you simply lost your way
They may believe you
but I never will
never again
"Never again will I hear you
Never again will I miss you
Never again will I fall to you
Never
Never again will I kiss you
Never again will I want to
Never again will I love you
Never!
"Does it hurt
to know I'll never be there
Bet it sucks
to see my face everywhere
It was you
who chose to end it like you did
I was the last to know
you knew
exactly what you would do
And don't say
you simply lost your way
They may believe you
but I never will
I never will
I never will
never again."
"Wow, Red, you write that all by yourself?" It was not Pansy that asked this. I turned around and found Blaise standing in the doorway, smirking at me. I blushed bright red, and stood up really quick, tripping in the process. Before I hit the ground, Blaise caught me and pulled me to him.
"Very graceful Red, and by the way, I didn't know you could sing." He said, not letting go of me. I felt my face cool down as I looked up at him.
"I don't, I just wrote a song for you guys and was trying to get the beat right." I told him smiling. He laughed at me.
"I was just coming up to tell you that I made food if you're hungry." He told me right as my stomach growled. I laughed with him this time as we walked to the common room. Pansy, Malfoy, and Nott where all sitting at the couches eating macaroni and cheese. I grabbed one of the bowls from the coffee table and lay across the couch. Blaise grabbed the other bowl and looked at me. I lifted my legs and he sat down, letting me rest my legs on his lap. Pansy raised an eyebrow.
"What did you guys do up there that you suddenly got so close?" She asked.
"He saved me from a tragic death and then won me over with his charm." I said, looking over at Blaise. Both of us started laughing at the same time.
"So, are we going to finish this song or what?" Malfoy asked, picking up the pad of paper and a pen.
"So Red, any more ideas?" Nott asked me. I groaned.
"Why is my nickname always Red?" I said laughing. All of a sudden there was a knock on the door.
"Who is it?" Pansy screamed causing Nott to jump and spill his macaroni on Malfoy who hit him on the head. I laughed at the scene of Malfoy with noodles and cheese on his shirt. He glared over at me, but then smiled.
"Its Harry, Ron, and Hermione, let us in." I stopped laughing and glared at the door.
"Who in this room would want to see you?" Blaise asked, obviously remembering the song.
"Let us in before we have to break this door down!" Ron yelled, trying to sound scary.
"Ronald Weasley, you will do no such thing unless you wish to be castrated! Now leave me the fuck alone!" I yelled at him causing everyone in the room to look at me.
"Ginerva Weasley you will open this door for us right now or I'll never speak to you again." Harry said, causing me to roll my eyes.
"Is that a promise? Now I'll give you five seconds to get away from me before I go out there and blast you all to hell and back." I noticed that I had pulled my wand out and it was facing the door. I started counting down in my head and when nothing else was said, I figured they had left. I pocketed my wand and looked at everybody else.
"Let's finish this song." I said needing something to distract my mind.
"Alright, so what do we have so far?" That night, we finished the song and named it Picture to Burn. Pansy and I had put her stuff away in my room and we where laying in bed, talking.
"So how are you Head Girl? You're only in your 6th year and I thought you had to be a 7th year." Pansy asked from next to me.
"I moved up a year because my O.W.L's where good enough. Then I got a letter requesting me to come meet Dumbledore and he asked if I could handle the responsibility and consequences of taking the position. I said yes and here I am." I told her.
"What consequences?"
"Hermione being angry that someone surpassed her brilliance." I said with a sigh.
"Is that why you're so mad at them?" Pansy hesitated, not knowing if that was a sore subject.
"Kind of, that's part of the reason why I'm mad at Hermione. She blew up when she found out that I was Head Girl and not her. She kept going on about how I wasn't even smart and that I'm too weak. That if something happened to Hogwarts I could easily be overpowered again and shit like that. But no, the reason I don't like them is that they're all back stabbing, lying, stupid, jack asses who are full of themselves." I could tell Pansy was giving me a questioning look. I sighed again.
"I caught Harry cheating on me with Hermione in my room over the summer. Ron knew about the affair and didn't say anything to me." I was proud of myself when tears didn't start coming down. It meant I was moving on finally. I looked over at Pansy who hadn't said anything.
"There is going to be hell tomorrow." She said, something in her voice told me she wasn't lying.
