Chapter One: Red, the color of this lie I've been living
Here I am crying here again, my life a lie,
Pansy Parkinson who promised she wouldn't let them see her
cry,
crying because I can't tell them why.
"Bloody hell, Pansy! For how long?" they'd say
I'd love to say forever and forever, but I know I wouldn't,
Hide it all inside, show only your Slytherin pride, that's
our way.
Slytherin deserves better than a silly little girl,
with a foolish, forbidden crush on the silliest little boy,
a silly little boy that makes my heart dizzy and twirl.
My heart twirls just with the heat of his hair,
his hair which is the color of his flushed cheeks and my
love and desire,
the color of Gryffindor, all in Ron Weasley's hair.
But Gryffindor will always be the enemy of our house,
Red for Harry's stupid bravery, and Draco's fuming hatred of
everything Weasley,
the hopeless Malfoy and Weasley feud could never be doused.
The one to have the whole house revolve around him,
Draco Malfoy, the boy who is unearthly and perfectly
Slytherin in every way,
the whole house would hate me, because Draco would hate me,
because of him.
This is all because of him, because of Ron,
because of the way he blushes and the way he wears those
horrible sweaters from his mum,
Because he's so unlike me or anything I could be, my Ron.
I wish I could hate him, but I can't even start,
when I confessed my love to him I knew he didn't love me
back, and he didn't
but he was so very Ron even when he broke my heart.
He didn't tell a sole about my love for him,
And I don't think I'll forgive him or myself for the pain I
feel from this lie I've been living,
But it was my lie and I couldn't really ask more of him.
So I'll sit and cry here, sit and die here for a while more,
I'll cry until my eyes are dry and I can clearly see what it
is I still need to live for,
the reason why I should ever lift myself up off this floor.
Here I am crying here again, my life a lie,
Pansy Parkinson who promised she wouldn't let them see her
cry,
crying because I can't tell them why.
"Bloody hell, Pansy! For how long?" they'd say
I'd love to say forever and forever, but I know I wouldn't,
Hide it all inside, show only your Slytherin pride, that's
our way.
Slytherin deserves better than a silly little girl,
with a foolish, forbidden crush on the silliest little boy,
a silly little boy that makes my heart dizzy and twirl.
My heart twirls just with the heat of his hair,
his hair which is the color of his flushed cheeks and my
love and desire,
the color of Gryffindor, all in Ron Weasley's hair.
But Gryffindor will always be the enemy of our house,
Red for Harry's stupid bravery, and Draco's fuming hatred of
everything Weasley,
the hopeless Malfoy and Weasley feud could never be doused.
The one to have the whole house revolve around him,
Draco Malfoy, the boy who is unearthly and perfectly
Slytherin in every way,
the whole house would hate me, because Draco would hate me,
because of him.
This is all because of him, because of Ron,
because of the way he blushes and the way he wears those
horrible sweaters from his mum,
Because he's so unlike me or anything I could be, my Ron.
I wish I could hate him, but I can't even start,
when I confessed my love to him I knew he didn't love me
back, and he didn't
but he was so very Ron even when he broke my heart.
He didn't tell a sole about my love for him,
And I don't think I'll forgive him or myself for the pain I
feel from this lie I've been living,
But it was my lie and I couldn't really ask more of him.
So I'll sit and cry here, sit and die here for a while more,
I'll cry until my eyes are dry and I can clearly see what it
is I still need to live for,
the reason why I should ever lift myself up off this floor.
