I don't lie
I love you all
I do
To all of you dancing
Just don't be afraid to fall
It's true
I'll give blood to your dry veins
We do this for the passion
Not for the fashion or fame
We will capture you in open arms
When you're tired and alone
My life is better than it ever was
This could be your home when you're all alone
Tired and desperate
My life is better than it ever was


I pick at my food this morning. The eggs and pancakes don't taste as good as they usually do.

"Girl, you're not about to go anorexic on us, are you?" asks Dean Thomas playfully.

"Nah, that was never really my style," I say with a slow smile and bright eyes.

I take a bite of my breakfast just to appease the boys who were now staring at me not eating. I make an over-exaggerated pleased face, closing my eyes as I moan, pretending it's tastes wonderfully. They all chuckle with cute smiles.

"You've been a bit out of it lately, Mi. Are you okay?" Ron inquires with a worried look on his face. Him and Harry sit right next to each other. A bit closer than usual, I might add.

"Ronald, I'm fine, but I won't be if you keep asking me," I say reproachfully.

He's asked me this three times at least in the past day. It's starting to get on my nerves. He blushes a bit as I say this. Though at the way he's glancing at Harry, it might not have been for what I said. I narrow my eyes a bit and glance at Ginny. She, too is looking at them strangely. She catches my eye and we both send each other clueless looks.

Seamus starts talking and we both pull our attention away from each other.

"You know, Ginny, you and Hermoine- wow. You guys are gonna have blokes all over you this year."

I raise my eyebrows and he gives me a wink. Thoroughly shocked and somewhat disgusted, I look away pretending not to here him still talking about me and Ginny. Oh Lord, did he just say lesbian and camera? I think I'm going to be sick.

I say my goodbyes to everyone at the table and walk out of the Great Hall, glancing towards the Slytherin table where Malfoy is being accosted by Pansy Parkinson, the slut of the school, and is chatting with Blaise Zabini, Theodore Nott, and Hunter Ryse. I look away and push the doors open, heading to my next class. Potions.

I'm sitting against the dark, gloomy dungeon walls as the rest of the class joins me fifteen minutes later. We wait silently for Snape to come open the doors.

Severus Snape's billowing robes fill my vision as he enters the hall, stopping directly in front of me. I crane my neck and look up at him. He sneers.

"10 points from Gryffindor for not being ready for class, Ms. Granger."

I open my mouth to complain, but stop, knowing that's what he wants. He's always looking for ways to take points away from my house. I glare at him and stand up. I can't help but notice his eyes wandering a bit away from my face. I cross my arms in front of my chest.

"Shouldn't you be starting class, Professor?" I pointedly suggest.

He sneers yet again and unlocks the door. The class slowly walks in, taking their time to fins seats next to friends. I place myself in-between Harry and Ron. They are my barricade. Nothing can hurt me when they're around.

"Today, we will be making the Eternal Happiness potion. Who can tell me what the main ingredient in this?" Snape asks, glaring at the class.

"Phoenix Blood," Draco Malfoy states boredly. I fume as he doesn't even raise his hand. If I had done that, Snape would take away points faster than Harry could catch a snitch. Snape looks pleased.

"Ten points to Slytherin, Mr. Malfoy." Malfoy nods, his eyes dull , empty.

I've never seen him look so unfeeling. It's as if only his body were present and his soul had left. I surprise myself with how curious I am about what's running through his head at the moment. I look away and listen to Snape explain how exactly we would make the potion.

"You may start."

Harry, Ron and I start out with a base of Pheonix blood. I dice up the moonflower and add it piece by piece every five seconds with the flame very low. Harry starts shaving off a pinch of powder from the unicorn horn. Ron stares at the dragon scale he is playing with. I roll my eyes and slap his arm. Harry snorts with laughter and Ron looks at me in shock, apparently highly affronted.

"Do something, Ron. Stir the potion five times clockwise and two time anti-clockwise," I say, annoyed.

Ron starts to stir the potion and I add in 5 pomegranate seeds, turning the mixture a deep, blood red. Ron throws in a hand-full of wormword carelessly. I barely stop myself from yelling at him, creating a scene. At last I add the dragon scale and the potion is complete and still a deep red. Silver steam issues off of it. I smile and look around seeing that we were the only ones finished. Malfoy suddenly looks up and sits back in his chair on the back legs. He came in second, as always.

I place some some of our potion in a flask and turn it in to Snape's desk. He glares as he accepts it. I've never been his favorite.

At eleven o clock, I was sitting in the Gryffindor common room, hoping to relax and think. The whole house is awake and surrounding my plush arm chair. I don't think much thinking will be done here. I stand up and walk out the portrait door. Ron looks at me queerly then goes back to playing chess with Neville.

I always seem to think better when it's dark and quiet. I walk slowly down aged staircases and end up in the dungeons. My favorite spot. I slide down the wall in my pajama pants and maroon sweatshirt. I close my eyes and let my head lean back. I can hear footsteps maybe 10 meters away from me. I glance to the side to see Draco. My eyes watch his every move. His head is hung low as he walks down the hall. A few feet away from me, he looks up, surprised to see anyone else down here at this time.

"What are you doing down here, Granger. Isn't it past curfew?" he questions a little teasingly.

"Thinking, and yeah, I guess it is" I simply answer. He nods and sits across the hall sliding down the wall as I had. His hair falls over his eyes and he's dressed quite like me.

I softly stare at him, wishing I could read minds. What could he possibly be thinking? Why is he down here? Does he wish to disappear as I do? It looks like it.

After ten minutes of peaceful silence, my curiosity gets the best of me. "Sooo, how was your summer?"

He glances up sharply. Something I can't recognize shines through his eyes for a split second before being covered by the same emptiness as before.

"It was," he pauses trying to think, "never-ending hell."

I'm not expecting quite that, but I understand completely. I spent my days thinking of my impending death. After a while, I had stopped caring. My world crashed and burst into flames. I'm barely a ghost of what I was. The only thing I did during the summer was focus on the numbers. How few they are, how much they change lives. 8 5 07. Endlessly repeating. Filling my every thought. I've blocked them out now, finally.

"I'm sorry, I know how you feel," I can't believe I'm being civil with him, but I can feel the pain inside him. It radiates off of him like a furnace gives off heat. He looks at me as though thinking I could never understand him.

"Mhm, how was yours?" he asks merely to be respectful. I'm surprised he's continuing this conversation.

"A never-ending hell," I say looking down with a tear escaping my eye. I hurry to wipe it away, hoping he didn't see it in the dark.

"What happened?" he asks encouragingly. I suppose he did see it. I sigh, ready to tell my story.

"Voldemort happened." I pause. "Last year, when Harry and I faced him, he was so overpowering. You could feel the evil. The Ministry had been obliterated and I was standing in a pile of rubbish watching as Voldemort threw curse after curse at my best friend in the world," another tear slipped out."I think after a while, he became bored and saw me standing there, watching him almost kill my friend. He smiled so wickedly and start murmuring an incantation. My heart felt like it was being ripped out. Later I found out he had cast an irreversable curse on me. I'm going to die." I finish with a sob.

His eyes widen and he crawls over to me and encloses me in his arms. I clutch onto him and sob like I haven't in months. I feel like if I let him go, I'll fall and never stop. He whispers comforting words into my ear and rocks me back and forth. I look up after the worst was over. I give him a watery smile as I hiccup. He smiles sweetly back down.

"What happened to you?" I ask after I calm down. I'm still wrapped in his arms. I'm leaning against his chest feeling his heart beat against my back.

"My father."

I nod, understanding completely and drift off.


well, I think that might be the longest chapter. Gasp! Tell me what you think. I hope I set everything up pretty well. I don't think it was too sudden of a friendship thing, was it? ahh, whatever. I really like where I know I'm going with this. Review please?

all my love.