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I'm not going to babble about unimportant things here. All I have to say is that I want your reviews whether you liked it or not. I need constructive critisism to improve my writing and since English is only a second language to me I also want you to point out any errors in grammar or spelling that I will undoubtley do. This is a song fic based on Robyn's song Dancing On My Own, it's great you should check it out! With that said; I hope you enjoy reading this!

Disclaimer: I own nothing. J.K. Rowling has all the rights!

**IsabellaEnglund**

Dancing On My Own

Somebody said you got a new friend
Does she love you better than I can?
There's a big black sky over my town
I know where you're at, I bet she's around

I don't know why I keep doing this to myself. I must have a little maschocist buried deep inside me somewhere. Maybe I am a glutton for punishment, who knows? When I confessed to Draco about being scared for the future back in sixth year I couldn't even begin to imagine that it would lead to this. It wasn't just my own future I was scared for back then, I was terrified for his too. I knew he'd been given a task by You-Know-Who (it's been four years and I still can't bring myself to even think his name), I also knew that the task would be next to impossible to carry out. I know people think I'm dim-witted and vain but I'd like to think there's more to me than that, if people would just bother to actually take the time to get to know me.

I don't know what it was that made up his mind about seeking protection with Professor Dumbledore. Perhaps it was the terrified look in my face as I told him of all my fears or perhaps he was already considering it and my confession gave him the push he needed to actually make the metaphorical leap. I could be wrong, maybe it was something else altogether. I never had the courage to ask him though, too afraid of what the answer might be. I guess that makes me a coward but I'm not a bloody Gryffindor! There's a reason the sorting hat put me in Slytherin; self-preservation was more my forte.

As I suspected, Dumbledore took us in with open arms and barely asked any questions at all. Clearly he was not a Slytherin in his school days. He was not wrong to trust us though, we were only children, much too young to deal with the pressure of joining the Death Eaters and seeing the horrible tortures and killings that they performed. My whole family were Death Eaters, the few who survived the war was now resided in Azkaban for a number of years to come.

I hope they rot in there.

When we met the Order for the first time and explained why we wanted their protection Draco told them that he was assigned the task of making an old vanishing cabinet work again so that he could let Death Eaters in at Hogwarts. He was supposed to assassinate Dumbledore on top of all that too! No wonder he was stressed and wanted a way out of it.

As I suspected, many of the Order members were suspicious of our motives. Moody and the two youngest weasel kids more so than others. To my surprise though, there were two people who almost instantly welcomed us; Nymphadora Tonks (she would probably glare at me if she knew I was even thinking her birth name) and Hermione Granger. When I look back, I find myself wishing she was in the other category though, maybe I wouldn't be standing here now by myself…

Yeah I know it's stupid

But I just got to see it for myself

They're dancing in the middle of the dance floor, her head is resting on his chest and he looks down on her with a look of complete adoration and love. I wish it was me there, it was supposed to be me! I wonder where it all went wrong. Probably the summer spent at number 12 Grimmauld Place when they realised how much they had in common; their intelligence, their love for books and their passion for learning. I didn't notice the subtle change in his behavior at first and I was to in love to see the signs. I wish I had though; maybe it would have been me in there then.

I'm in the corner, watching you kiss her (Oh oh oh)

I'm right over here, why can't you see me (Oh oh oh)

I'm givin' it my all, but I'm not the girl you're takin' home (Oh oh oh)

I keep dancin' on my own.

They spin around on the dance floor; his hand on the small of her back and his other has a hold of her hand. Oh, how I wish it was me.

It's too late for regrets now though.

I'm just gonna dance all night

I'm all messed up, I'm so out of line

Stilettos and broken bottles

I'm spinning around in circles.

I walk up to the bar and order a firewhiskey on the rocks and tell the bartender to keep them coming. It's time for my weekly ritual of getting drunk of my arse and search for the wizard who will be my substitute Draco this time around. It's getting old but I don't know what else to do. I wish I could just get over him; it's far too late for me now. I ignore my morose feelings and find my way to the dancefloor. I loose myself in a sea of gyrating bodies and let the buzz I have from the firewhiskey take over.

I'm in the corner, watching you kiss her (Oh oh oh)

I'm right over here, why can't you see me (Oh oh oh)

I'm givin' it my all, but I'm not the girl you're takin' home (Oh oh oh)

I keep dancin' on my own.

I feel someone come up behind me, his hand on my hips. He leans forward and whispers with hot breath in my ear.

"It's sickening to watch, isn't it?"

I feign ignorance.

"I'm not sure I know what you're talking about."

He lets out a bitter and frustrated laugh, his breath in my ear tickles me.

"You know full well what I mean, stop being coy. It should be us up there with them; you with him and me with her. It isn't right!"

I know all this but what am I supposed to do about it?

"I know, but life seldom works out the way you want it to, does it? I can't say I've come to terms with it yet because I haven't but I hope that someday I'll find someone who makes me feel like he does. Perhaps I'm a hopeless dreamer but I have to cling to something."

His hands on my hips squeeze a little tighter.

"So you've given up then?"

"It's the only way if I want to keep my sanity." I find myself answering truthfully.

So far away, but still so near

(The lights go on, the music dies)

But you don't see me, standing here

(I just came to say goodbye)

I turn my eyes back to them. His platinum blonde hair gleams in the spotlight and his grey eyes never leaves her brown ones. The diamond engagement ring catches the light and sparkles. I never thought I would even think this but I really wish I was Hermione Granger!

I turn around and focus on the man dancing behind me. He has red hair and blue eyes. He is tall and well-built, straight nose and narrow lips. He will do for tonight.

"Want to go to my place Weasley? I find that engaging in meaningless relations from time to time helps soothe the pain." I don't actually expect him to take me up on my offer. I mean, why would the perfect Ron Weasley want to have anything to do with the lowly Pansy Parkinson? Of course, I don't see it that way but I'm sure everyone else would. To my great surprise he answers;

"Sure, let's go. I can't stand to watch this continue any longer."

I take a last glance back at them. Perhaps this is how it should be, they do have a lot in common with each other but I can't help but be bitter. I've loved him since I was five.

Little did I know, that this night would change my life for the better…

I'm in the corner, watching you kiss her (Oh oh oh)

I'm givin' it my all, but I'm not the girl you're takin' home (Oh oh oh)

I keep dancin' on my own

(I keep dancin' on my own)

So? What did you think? I want to hear your opinions! I've toyed with the idea of perhaps writing this in Ron's point of view too but I'm not sure I could write him very well so I ask you for your ideas, tips and thoughts!

Thanks for reading!

**IsabellaEnglund**