Maybe I Can Get Him Back
Chapter 13
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Fred Weasley X OC
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Disclaimer: I don't own anything in this story. The characters belong to the lovely J.K Rowling, the songs, and lyrics belong to the amazing Avril Lavigne, and the idea belongs to the brilliant Anna Louisa. The only thing I own is my own character Brianna 'Bree' Valentino. Hope you like it!
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Recap: "How about that one?" Bree glanced at the title and bit her lip slightly. "Sure." Bree stood and waved her wand, a piano appearing in the middle of the room. With a small smile, Bree sat on the bench and started to play after whispering, "so much for that happy ending."
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"So much for my happy ending
Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh...
Let's talk this over
It's not like we're dead"
Bree stared infront of her with a sad smile before glancing down at the keys again.
"Was it something I did?
Was it something You said?
Don't leave me hanging
In a city so dead
Held up so high
On such a breakable thread"
"What the bloody hell is wrong with this guy?" Bill asked angrily when he saw the sadness on Bree's face. She was practiclly an honary sister to the Weasley's just as much as Hermione was. "And it doesn't matter what happened, it wasn't your fault, it was his." He added. Bree smiled slightly at him, shaking her head slightly. "Thanks Bill." She replied, starting to sing again.
"You were all the things I thought I knew
And I thought we could be
You were everything, everything that I wanted
We were meant to be, supposed to be, but we lost it
And all of the memories, so close to me, just fade away
All this time you were pretending
So much for my happy ending
Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh...
You've got your dumb friends
I know what they say
They tell you I'm difficult
But so are they
But they don't know me
Do they even know you?
All the things you hide from me
All the sh*t that you do"
Fred and George glanced at eachother at this. How did she know that people said that? After a perticualy hard game, Bree had been a bit stressed and had snapped at the twins, who, making things worse without realising it, had snapped back. That had ended in a yelling match and Bree finally turning on her heel and storming out and back to the castle, giving a first year a murderous glare when he got in her way. "She's difficult, mate." Oliver Wood had said with a small grin. "Don't know how you can hang out with her."
"You were all the things I thought I knew
And I thought we could be
You were everything, everything that I wanted
We were meant to be, supposed to be, but we lost it
And all of the memories, so close to me, just fade away
All this time you were pretending
So much for my happy ending
Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh...
It's nice to know that you were there
Thanks for acting like you cared
And making me feel like I was the only one
It's nice to know we had it all
Thanks for watching as I fall
And letting me know we were done"
"Don't you think that's a bit harsh?" Hermione asked, staring at Bree. She shrugged at the question, biting her lip slightly. "I was mad alright? I didn't know why he had broken up with me." Fred was staring at Bree with a small frown.
"You were everything, everything that I wanted
We were meant to be, supposed to be, but we lost it
And all of the memories, so close to me, just fade away
All this time you were pretending
So much for my happy ending
Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh...
You were everything, everything that I wanted
We were meant to be, supposed to be, but we lost it
And all of the memories, so close to me, just fade away
All this time you were pretending
So much for my happy ending
Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh...
Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh...
So much for my happy ending
Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh...
So much for my happy ending
Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh..."
"Alright then, that's it for today." Bree said, waving her wand, causing the piano to dissapear. "More tomorrow." With that, Bree dissapeared with a crack, grin on her face when she heard Hermione's cry of surprise. "There's the Bree," George started, standing up. "We all know and love." Fred finished. "That you love." George muttered, smirking as his twin glared at him.