Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, etc. In this fanfiction. I just like writing. They're just kinda borrowed. In a way.

All The Things She Said

Chapter One.

Imprisoned

All the things she said
All the things she said
Running through my head
Running through my head
Running through my head
(Running through my head)

The ocean.

That's all there ever was anymore, the sound of the waves crashing against the rocks outside, turbulent. Gregory Goyle had never felt his mind so turbulent until now; the guards sucking away at any happiness, forcing memories from the back of his mind to the forefront, forcing him to think, an activity he had gladly avoided these past years. Day in, day out, he would watch Vincent dying before his very eyes, and every time he would wish that he could have perished with him in that fire. His mother's disappointment would soon follow, at his grades, the way his life had turned out, his imprisonmnet, mixed in with his own disappointment which was just as potent as the look he had seen in his mother's eyes as they led him away. He thought about everything, and it hurt.

But he stayed strong, her voice running through his mind, keeping him going when he was sure he would soon give up. It pierced through the darkness, the only ray of light he ever saw.

He had found her at the battle, wounded. Though a part of him screamed at him to do away with her, that it was his duty, instead he had picked up her delicate body and carried her away. She had said nothing as nuzzled into his body, feeling safe at last.

Lavender had known he would come.

He placed her down at the furthest edge possible, taking off his cloak to place under her head. Silently, he stripped bits of cloth to bandage her wounds. She was surprised, he could tell, but he did not feel like explaining, and she asked no questions of him, only wincing when his clumsy hands pressed a little too hard, or grazed a wound unintentionally.

"Crabbe, he died," was all he managed after silence punctured by distant cries and noises threatened to engulf them. "In a fire. He died."

"He was a mean one," she had reassured him, taking his hand in hers. "Better him than you."

"I'm a bad person too."

She shook her head.

"No, you're not Greg. I know you're not."

He held on to the knowledge that beyond the stone walls that kept him enclosed, there was someone out there who did not think him evil.

All the things she said
All the things she said
Running through my head
Running through my head
(Running through my head)

He would think about how they had first met.

She had been in tears, and he had been sitting outside, grateful for a few minutes away from everything. Being around Draco those days was no easy task, and he had taken to getting out by himself to be alone, even if just for five minutes. She sat herself down next to him, seeming not to notice him at all. He had offered her his handkerchief. For a few moments she had looked at him as if he were another species. That was before she had burst out crying, burying her head in his chest. Gregory would have preferred it if she used the handkerchief rather than his shoulder to dry her tears, but he said nothing. He wasn't sure how long they sat there, but he felt cold when she finally wiped her sleeve across her face and got up and left.

He would return to the same place, often, and some days she would be there, and other days she would not. Sometimes they would talk, and sometimes they would not.

"Why are you always crying?" he asked one day.

"Because no one loves me."

"What happened to Weasley?"

"He left me for that Granger girl!"

"The Mudblood?"

She had blinked at him. "That's not a very nice word you know."

This is not enough

But for all the memories of her he held, all the words she had said, it was never enough to fight the Dementors, to fight the screams that echoed through the prison down to his cell. It was never enough to stifle his own screams that would bring him out of what little sleep he could get. The awful creatures sensed his hope, and they would swoop down on him. He wondered why they were still in use. Were they not evil too? Perhaps they thought it better to keep all the scum in one place.

As his trial approached, he grew more and more certain that he was a bad person, and he would be back in that cell as quickly as they pronounced him guilty.

A/N: Another day, another songficlet by yours truly. This is for the t.A.T.U. fanfiction challenge, using their song 'All The Things She Said', pairing together two lovers you would not think go together, but after careful deliberation, I think they do. Enjoy reading, and please review! I like those very much.