A/N:: This is *not* based on you, Cismesia. Thanx to Green Day for 'Minority' and to Matchbox 20 for 'Bed of Lies'. Hey, if you want a sequel, r/r. I never meant to pull out 'Iris' and 'Don't Speak' this long. Anyway, the sequel to this is called 'Waste'. It's not out yet, but soon it will be.
No I would not sleep in this bed of lies
So toss me out and turn in
And there'll be no rest for these tired eyes
I'm marking it down to learning
I am
Harry lay back in his bed. It felt good to have Ron back, even if he'd still be in suspension for awhile. He and Hermione were still dating, and life overall was good, but something was still nagging him.
'I have a whole week to figure out what's wrong.' he thought. 'So why do I care now?'
He settled into the mountain of pillows Ron had conjured and ppicked up his Potions book. 'Might as well get this over with.' He started to read.
'Falso Realisticos
This potion is harder than your
normal truth-seeing spell. It is used
for sorting out lies that have taken
place over a long period of time.
Harry stopped when he reached the last sentence. The only word that clicked, that made sense, was 'lies'.
Don't think that I can take another empty moment
Don't think that I can fake another hollow smile
It's not enough just to be sorry.
Don't think that I could take another talk about it
Parvati smiled. She had not only outwitted Ron, but Harry and Hermione as well. 'I may not be book smart, but I beat their naive asses.' She, like the rest of the school, knew nothing of the trio's reconciliation. She did know she, by employing simple-minded Lavendar's help, had instigated much of the fight. Harry had not been far off when he'd jokingly called her a 'super genius'.
Parvati leaned back. Part Indian, part French, she had a foreign magic about her, much like a veela. 'Poor little Ronnie,' she mused. 'If only he was smarter; then he'd know he fell for me and not the other way around!' Closing her eyes, she thought about the endless amount of lies she'd spun for amusement. 'And he believed them!' she scoffed. 'Gramger, easy? Ha! It's a wonder she's even going out with Harry, she's so uptight.' Her thoughts then shifted to Harry. He, too, had a certain aura about him. She'd seen pictures of his dad while at Hogwarts; he'd been downright sexy. His mom was some serious male eye candy, too. Harry was a delightful combination of both. 'Too bad Granger got him first.' she thought darkly.
"Parvati!" The bright, perky voice could only belong to Lavendar. Though idiotic, she had a nose for ood gossip. "Guess what I just heard about Potter, Granger, and Ron." Her usual banter turned Parvati's mood even darker. There were rumors of the three being friends again.
"Um, Lav, could you leave me alone for awhile?" Parvati asked, soaking her voice in sweetness and innocence. Lavendar simply looked mystified. Parvati tried again. "It's, like, that time of the month..."
"Ohh..." the other girl sympathized.
'That was almost too easy.' Parvati thought as she watced Lavendar leave.
Just like me you got needs
And they're only a whisper away
And we softly surrender
To these lives that we've tendered away
Hermione walked quietly into her dorm. She past Parvati's napping figure on her way to her own four-postered bed. Falling into it, she started the CD player in her head. Since battery-operated devices didn't work at Hogwarts, she spent a lot of summer break memorizing songs. In three month's time, she'd usually have two CDs memorized, along with the others from years past. Today, she thought she'd listen to Smashmouth, a good ska band from the States. Her Aunt Cari lived in Illinois, and sent her punk band CDs over the summer, ska being her secret favorite.
She pulled the curtain surrounding her bed shut, picked up her wand and ordered "Lumos,". Lying back down, she started analyzing what Harry was thinking about. Lies. Who'd been lying? Ron thought Harry had gotten her pregnant. Who told him that? Hermione stopped for a second, to summon a glass of water. She gulped it down, and started thinking again. Either Harry or Parvati or Lavendar. Ron hadn't been talking with Harry, so either Lavendar or Paravati. Now, who had reasons to hate her, to be jealous of her? This took effort, more effort than Hermione really wanted to extend.
No I would not sleep in this bed of lies
So toss me out and turn in
And they'll be no rest for these tired eyes
I'm marking it down to learning
I am
Ron lay stretched in his bed. He looked around his 'cell' It was tiny, but bigger than his room back at the Burrow. Baren, except for extra clothing, his books, a desk and his bed, it was his home for the next week. Most his thoughts could be summed up in a note written by George:
'Jesus Christ! You musta hit
Harry *hard*! Good show--
sorry I missed it! Hope you're
both OK- GW'
He had Harry hard. All fifteen years of being the little brother, of always picked on, all the resentment had built up and was in that one punch. His thoghts turned to the events leading up to the punch. Parvati seemed to have a lot of involvment.
Parvati. There's a girl he'd crawl two mile over glass to hear her piss. Ron had once heard that description in a war book, and loved using it. She wasn't smart, but more like cunning. She was also seductive, teasing Ron into wanting, needing more of her long kisses. Suddenly, Ron slapped himself. "Can't think about her." he said out loud. 'But she's so pretty' an inner voice whined. Sighing, he realized the voice had a point, and promptly fell asleep thinkin about the great seductress.
Don't wanna be the one who turns the whole thing over
Don't wanna be somewhere where I just don't belong
Where it's not enough just be sorry
Hermione flipped through her mental CDs. There was a new one, by Green Day, called Warning. It'd come out right before school started, so she only remembered one song, 'Minority'. It started to play as she tried to think of more reasons as to why Lavendar or Parvati would be after her or Harry. The second verse started.
'One light, on mind
Flashing in the dark
Blinded by the silence of a thousand broken hearts'
'That's it!' Hermione thought excitedly. She remembered once, back in their first year, when she and Parvati had been slight friends. Parvati confided she had a crush on Harry, and wanted to know if the feeling was mutual. It wasn't. Instead, four years later, he asked Hermione out "I did it, I did i!" She jumped out of bed and did a victory dance, forgetting Parvati was even there. Unknown to Hermione, Ron and Harry had both reached the same conclusion: Parvati had started the lies.
Don't you know I feel the darkness closing in
Tried to be more than me
And I gave 'til it all went away
And we've only surrendered
To the worst part of these winters we've made
Parvati woke up in time to see Hermione doing some stupid dance. Hermione noticed she was awake and straightened up. her eyes turned steely.
"You," she whispered.
"Me," Parvati mimicked.
"You were the one who started the all the lies."
Parvati threw back her head and laughed. "M'dear, only an idiot would believe them. I mean, come on, *you*, easy? Pregnant?"
"You just called your beloved Ron an 'idiot'."
Parvati thought about what she'd just said. 'Dammit, she's right!' she thought. "At least he's going to live."
Hermione smirked. "Nor unless he sees his mom in the next ten years."
Parvati saved herself from laughing. She'd never seen Hermione this way; she was positively frightening, but her eyes were betraying her. They were contaminated with something, like the look any other wizard had when you said "Voldemort,". Was it... fear?
Parvati dropped her haughty guard, and let woman intuition take its place. She was genuinely concerned. "Hermione, what's wrong?"
Hermione looked up, startled. Parvati looked confused, scared, exactly how she felt.
"Hermi, why do you look so fearful?"
Tears started sliding down her face. "You were telling the truth," she finall whispered. "Except... it was Ron."
I am all that I'll ever be
When you - lay your hands
Over me but don't go weak on me now
I know that it's weak
But God help me I need this
I will not sleep in this bed of lies
No I would not sleep in this bed of lies
So toss me out and turn in
And there'll be no rest for these tired eyes
I'm marking it down to learning
I am
Harry lay back in his bed. It felt good to have Ron back, even if he'd still be in suspension for awhile. He and Hermione were still dating, and life overall was good, but something was still nagging him.
'I have a whole week to figure out what's wrong.' he thought. 'So why do I care now?'
He settled into the mountain of pillows Ron had conjured and ppicked up his Potions book. 'Might as well get this over with.' He started to read.
'Falso Realisticos
This potion is harder than your
normal truth-seeing spell. It is used
for sorting out lies that have taken
place over a long period of time.
Harry stopped when he reached the last sentence. The only word that clicked, that made sense, was 'lies'.
Don't think that I can take another empty moment
Don't think that I can fake another hollow smile
It's not enough just to be sorry.
Don't think that I could take another talk about it
Parvati smiled. She had not only outwitted Ron, but Harry and Hermione as well. 'I may not be book smart, but I beat their naive asses.' She, like the rest of the school, knew nothing of the trio's reconciliation. She did know she, by employing simple-minded Lavendar's help, had instigated much of the fight. Harry had not been far off when he'd jokingly called her a 'super genius'.
Parvati leaned back. Part Indian, part French, she had a foreign magic about her, much like a veela. 'Poor little Ronnie,' she mused. 'If only he was smarter; then he'd know he fell for me and not the other way around!' Closing her eyes, she thought about the endless amount of lies she'd spun for amusement. 'And he believed them!' she scoffed. 'Gramger, easy? Ha! It's a wonder she's even going out with Harry, she's so uptight.' Her thoughts then shifted to Harry. He, too, had a certain aura about him. She'd seen pictures of his dad while at Hogwarts; he'd been downright sexy. His mom was some serious male eye candy, too. Harry was a delightful combination of both. 'Too bad Granger got him first.' she thought darkly.
"Parvati!" The bright, perky voice could only belong to Lavendar. Though idiotic, she had a nose for ood gossip. "Guess what I just heard about Potter, Granger, and Ron." Her usual banter turned Parvati's mood even darker. There were rumors of the three being friends again.
"Um, Lav, could you leave me alone for awhile?" Parvati asked, soaking her voice in sweetness and innocence. Lavendar simply looked mystified. Parvati tried again. "It's, like, that time of the month..."
"Ohh..." the other girl sympathized.
'That was almost too easy.' Parvati thought as she watced Lavendar leave.
Just like me you got needs
And they're only a whisper away
And we softly surrender
To these lives that we've tendered away
Hermione walked quietly into her dorm. She past Parvati's napping figure on her way to her own four-postered bed. Falling into it, she started the CD player in her head. Since battery-operated devices didn't work at Hogwarts, she spent a lot of summer break memorizing songs. In three month's time, she'd usually have two CDs memorized, along with the others from years past. Today, she thought she'd listen to Smashmouth, a good ska band from the States. Her Aunt Cari lived in Illinois, and sent her punk band CDs over the summer, ska being her secret favorite.
She pulled the curtain surrounding her bed shut, picked up her wand and ordered "Lumos,". Lying back down, she started analyzing what Harry was thinking about. Lies. Who'd been lying? Ron thought Harry had gotten her pregnant. Who told him that? Hermione stopped for a second, to summon a glass of water. She gulped it down, and started thinking again. Either Harry or Parvati or Lavendar. Ron hadn't been talking with Harry, so either Lavendar or Paravati. Now, who had reasons to hate her, to be jealous of her? This took effort, more effort than Hermione really wanted to extend.
No I would not sleep in this bed of lies
So toss me out and turn in
And they'll be no rest for these tired eyes
I'm marking it down to learning
I am
Ron lay stretched in his bed. He looked around his 'cell' It was tiny, but bigger than his room back at the Burrow. Baren, except for extra clothing, his books, a desk and his bed, it was his home for the next week. Most his thoughts could be summed up in a note written by George:
'Jesus Christ! You musta hit
Harry *hard*! Good show--
sorry I missed it! Hope you're
both OK- GW'
He had Harry hard. All fifteen years of being the little brother, of always picked on, all the resentment had built up and was in that one punch. His thoghts turned to the events leading up to the punch. Parvati seemed to have a lot of involvment.
Parvati. There's a girl he'd crawl two mile over glass to hear her piss. Ron had once heard that description in a war book, and loved using it. She wasn't smart, but more like cunning. She was also seductive, teasing Ron into wanting, needing more of her long kisses. Suddenly, Ron slapped himself. "Can't think about her." he said out loud. 'But she's so pretty' an inner voice whined. Sighing, he realized the voice had a point, and promptly fell asleep thinkin about the great seductress.
Don't wanna be the one who turns the whole thing over
Don't wanna be somewhere where I just don't belong
Where it's not enough just be sorry
Hermione flipped through her mental CDs. There was a new one, by Green Day, called Warning. It'd come out right before school started, so she only remembered one song, 'Minority'. It started to play as she tried to think of more reasons as to why Lavendar or Parvati would be after her or Harry. The second verse started.
'One light, on mind
Flashing in the dark
Blinded by the silence of a thousand broken hearts'
'That's it!' Hermione thought excitedly. She remembered once, back in their first year, when she and Parvati had been slight friends. Parvati confided she had a crush on Harry, and wanted to know if the feeling was mutual. It wasn't. Instead, four years later, he asked Hermione out "I did it, I did i!" She jumped out of bed and did a victory dance, forgetting Parvati was even there. Unknown to Hermione, Ron and Harry had both reached the same conclusion: Parvati had started the lies.
Don't you know I feel the darkness closing in
Tried to be more than me
And I gave 'til it all went away
And we've only surrendered
To the worst part of these winters we've made
Parvati woke up in time to see Hermione doing some stupid dance. Hermione noticed she was awake and straightened up. her eyes turned steely.
"You," she whispered.
"Me," Parvati mimicked.
"You were the one who started the all the lies."
Parvati threw back her head and laughed. "M'dear, only an idiot would believe them. I mean, come on, *you*, easy? Pregnant?"
"You just called your beloved Ron an 'idiot'."
Parvati thought about what she'd just said. 'Dammit, she's right!' she thought. "At least he's going to live."
Hermione smirked. "Nor unless he sees his mom in the next ten years."
Parvati saved herself from laughing. She'd never seen Hermione this way; she was positively frightening, but her eyes were betraying her. They were contaminated with something, like the look any other wizard had when you said "Voldemort,". Was it... fear?
Parvati dropped her haughty guard, and let woman intuition take its place. She was genuinely concerned. "Hermione, what's wrong?"
Hermione looked up, startled. Parvati looked confused, scared, exactly how she felt.
"Hermi, why do you look so fearful?"
Tears started sliding down her face. "You were telling the truth," she finall whispered. "Except... it was Ron."
I am all that I'll ever be
When you - lay your hands
Over me but don't go weak on me now
I know that it's weak
But God help me I need this
I will not sleep in this bed of lies