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Picture to Burn

State the obvious,
I didn't get my perfect fantasy
I realized you love yourself
More that you could ever love me
So go and tell your friends

I tapped my foot angrily against the floor hoping to get some attention, but 'the boy who lived' also seemed to be 'the boy who could not hear' or 'the boy who could not pay any attention to his date.' It was the Yule Ball. I was Harry Potter's date! He is a triwizard champion and The Boy Who Lived. You'd think I would be having a better time! But he is so wrapped up in his obvious jealousy of Hermione Granger that he won't even pay me an attention. He could have at least asked me to dance; instead he is sitting here sulking with Ron. I continued to fume, knowing that Padma was sitting a few seats away doing the same.

I hate that stupid new Firebolt,
You'll never let me ride
You're a famous, heartbreak
Who's really bad at lying
So watch me strike a match
On all my wasted time
As far as I'm concerned,
You're just another picture to burn.

My thoughts got more ferocious as the minutes ticked by. Tonight was supposed to be the best night of my life. I had been crushing on Harry since…forever (ok since he beat that Hungarian Horntail). I had been looking forward to tonight and now all of my fantasies about him have been crushed. There was no fuzzy feeling when he dances with me, he barely talked to me during dinner, and there was definitely no possibility of a moonlit ride on his Firebolt. I was ready to escape the humiliation and my despair, and go cry in my room alone, and in peace, when a thought suddenly hit me.

There's no time for tears
I'm just sitting here planning my revenge
There's nothing stopping me
From going out with all the Durmstrang guys.

Harry Potter was a guy. Nothing special (so what he defeated You-Know-Who when he was a baby?) There were plenty of guys at this ball, specifically plenty of foreign, very sexy Durmstrang guys. The brilliance of my plan overwhelmed me. Even if Harry didn't get jealous when he saw he in the arms of another man, at least I would get some attention. I began searching the hall for an eligible bachelor, I quickly spotted one near the punch. After a few minutes of smiling, batting my eyelashes and a very daring wink he came over and asked me to dance. I was just about to ditch the rest of my group when I decided I better rescue my sister too. He quickly called over one of his friends and we joined the crowd congregated on the dance floor.

I was disheartened for a moment when it seemed that Harry didn't even notice my absence. By I was quickly distracted when a slow song came on and he wrapped his hands around my waist. Instantly I felt butterflies in my stomach. I breathed deeply trying to calm my nerves…and he smelt incredible too! The reality of this was way better than any of my fantasies about Harry. The vengeful part of me said:

And if you're missing me
You better keep it to yourself
'Cause coming back around here
Would be bad for your health

I came to the conclusion that I had wasted enough time on him. That was when I decided to forget about the first half of the evening being ruined and focus on making the rest of it unforgettable!

So watch me strike a match
On all my wasted time
As far as I'm concerned,
You're just another picture to burn.
Burn, burn, burn, baby burn.
Just another picture to burn
Baby burn