A/N: This is a song chapter. In other words, I'll be using several different parts from songs in this chapter, most likely to be describing how the characters are feeling emotion-wise throughout the whole chapter. Enjoy!
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The students of Hogwarts soon entered their third week of the term. Classes were still postponed and no one except for the staff knew why they had been canceled. Confusion and shock continued to run throughout the school. The fact that the five people had been murdered sunk in even further for the students. The loved ones of the five were struck with depression and grief.
Draco continued to believe that Saffron had found comfort and love in Weasley. He believed it was true but he couldn't actually believe it. Saffron couldn't believe that she had kissed Ron, even if she didn't know that it was him…she had thought she had been talking to Draco the whole entire time. She couldn't believe that her father, the one person who she had loved the most alongside her mum, was dead. She could imagine how her mum was feeling…probably even worse than she was.
Breathing deeply, Saffron lay in her bed, her eyes wide open. It must've been four or five o'clock. She couldn't get to sleep last night but wasn't the least bit tired. This had been going on for the last several days. Lately, she couldn't stop thinking everything: her father, Draco, Ron, life, love…everything.
She couldn't believe the complete and utter pain she had been feeling ever since hearing about her father being murdered by You-Know-Who. What information had he known of that the Dark Lord was trying to get? This was one of the things that confused her the most. This was like a mystery book. Everything was extremely mysterious…
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I tried to kill the pain
But only brought more
I lay dying
And I'm pouring crimson regret and betrayal
I'm dying praying bleeding screaming
Am I too lost to be saved
Am I too lost?
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Saffron quickly got out of her bed and hastily changed into her black school robes. Thinking that it was probably chilly outside, Saffron put a black cloak over her robes. She took her book bag, in which she stuffed some of her schoolbooks in, and slung it over her shoulder. She was breaking one of the rules: No traveling in groups of less than two but no more than five. Saffron honestly didn't care though. She doubted that she would be harmed, even with the recent happenings coming to ground. Saffron quickly walked out of the dormitory, down the steps, and rushed out of the commons without looking back.
She would probably just go out on the grounds. There weren't any rules about waking up early and going out on the grounds for a few hours, were there? Probably not, Saffron thought to herself. She quickly walked up the staircase, out of the dungeons and walked to the entrance hall. She took the door to the right, which led to the grounds. Saffron walked out onto the path, an extremely cold breeze blowing by her. The darkness of the early morning shadowed over the grounds. She looked around, wondering where to go. After thinking for a few moments, Saffron decided to go out in the beautiful green gardens. She needed something the cheer her up and the colorful flowers always did that. Saffron bit her bottom lip as another chilly breeze swept by her. She was glad that she had chosen to put on her black cloak.
Saffron started walking to the gardens. Even through the misty fog, Saffron could see clearly. She wasn't about to fall into the lake or anything…or so she hoped. The most beautiful, lush gardens were just waiting to be walked through. Saffron closed her deep, light brown eyes for a second and opened them a moment later. Feeling a little crazy, Saffron took a deep breath before running through the flowers. It was absolutely exhilarating. As stupid as it might've looked, it was just…fun.
She looked at the edge of the patch of flowers and saw a single flower that stood out from the rest of them. It wasn't the brightest or most beautiful but for some reason, it just stood out to her. Saffron slowly approached it, observing the petals. Its petals were a light cerulean shade with the slightest tinge of light pink. She then knew why it had stood out to her.
When she was five years old, she had gone out on a picnic with her mum and dad. She had been sitting with her mum, eating sandwiches when her father had popped up, a flower in his hand. Without a thought, he tucked it behind Saffron's ear for everyone to see. It had looked exactly like the flower before her did. It was completely coincidental. She couldn't help think about her father laughing happily when she looked at the flower. Without another thought, Saffron plucked the flower from the ground. She inhaled the sweet scent it let off.
Saffron tucked it behind her hair, much like her father had done. All of these wonderful memories flashed by. She couldn't help but feel completely happy.
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So what if I see the sunshine
In the pouring rain
Some people think I'm crazy
But you say it's OK
You've seen my secret garden
Where all of my flowers grow
In my imagination
Anything goes
*
Saffron had gotten used to the chilliness of the air by this time. All she could think about was that one light cerulean flower that her father had given her. It was almost as if he was still with her…in spirit, anyway. Saffron couldn't help but feel warmth inside of her heart. She felt as everything would turn out right. Things had gone downhill but perhaps now they were getting better.
Saffron walked over to one of the tall apple trees on the Hogwarts grounds. She sat under it and took out a piece of parchment, ink, a quill, and a book. She lay the parchment against the book, giving her a flat surface to write on. Saffron closed her eyes, trying to imagine something. She felt like writing but had no idea what to write about. Carelessly, and without stopping, she wrote:
He's the boy with the light blond hair
He's the boy who has the gorgeous drawl
He's the boy with the piercing silver eyes
He's the boy with the no-bull attitude
He's the boy with the porcelain skin
He's the boy with not a care in the world
He's the boy with the witty remarks
He's the boy I fell in love with.
Saffron stared at what she had just written on the parchment. She let out a small gasp, a small part of her doubting what she had just written. But, the truth was, if she dare admit it or not, she was absolutely, downright in love with Draco Malfoy. She couldn't deny it any longer. But, she knew that he didn't feel the same way. He probably didn't even like her as more than a friend…just a simple friend. He had even admitted it to her before.
He likes Adriana…that stupid, evil bitch…Saffron thought to herself, shaking her head furiously. Saffron bit her lip as she sat alone, her back leaned against the apple tree. The chilliness of the air was becoming even more apparent. She closed her eyes, sitting in the silence. The only sounds that could be heard were the chirping of the grasshoppers and the tweeting of the birds. The swift wind blew around her carelessly.
Saffron opened her eyes, though rather unhappily, and put the ink and the quill back into her bag. She took the piece of parchment and started tearing it up. She held the pieces in her hands. Without another thought, Saffron opened her hands, releasing the pieces into the cold morning air…
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Harry was bored. There was absolutely no other word to describe how he was feeling at that moment. He stood in the middle of the entrance hall, looking at the main bulletin board, seeing if there was anything exciting happening. Nothing was new. Everything was old. That wasn't the least bit surprising. He walked out of the entrance hall when he saw a Hufflepuff coming his way. She turned red when she noticed him looking at her. He was still bored so he might as well doing something at least a little exciting to pass the time.
He approached her and she stopped dead in her tracks. From the looks of her, she looked like she a fifth or sixth year. Harry hadn't really noticed her until now. She looked at him wide-eyed, grinning like an idiot.
"Hey," Harry said simply but smoothly, flashing his most gorgeous grin at the Hufflepuff. "I'm Harry." This is too easy, Harry thought, shaking his head slightly. He looked into her bright hazel eyes.
"H-Hi, Harry," the Hufflepuff said nervously. "Well, of course I-I know who you are. Who doesn't? The famous Harry Potter. Oh, uh, I'm Lindsay." Her cheeks were extremely red and she was shaking slightly. Harry would've laughed at her if he weren't trying to get a make-out from her. Harry shot Lindsay a seductive grin. This seemed to make her even more nervous. Harry raised a well-shaped eyebrow.
"So…do you want to go somewhere a little more…comfortable?" Harry said, his voice low. He raised his eyebrows at her. No girl could resist the gorgeous, seductive grin, the low growl, or the eyebrow raise all at one time. It might've been too much but Harry was starting to get really bored. Snogging was what he did for kicks, for fun. It didn't matter too much who the girl was, as long as she snogged well and she didn't have bad breath.
"W-Well, if you want to, Harry," Lindsay said, a sort of skeptical look on her face. But she smiled at him, reassuring him all the same. Wetting his lips, Harry smiled and took her hand (A/N: WARNING! Random snogging is coming!). He walked out of the entrance hall, her hand in his. He led them out of the castle and out into the courtyard. Without another thought, Harry gently pushed her up against a wall and leaned in, his lips touching hers. As he started kissing her, she didn't protest at all. He smiled slightly, continuing to snog her. The kiss steadily became a little more intense, a little more passionate. Harry was a bit surprised at what a good snog the Hufflepuff was turning out to be.
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Her boyfriend
He don't know
Anything about her
He's too stoned
Nintendo
I wish that I could make her see
She's just the flavor of the week
*
He placed his hands on the sides of her head, clutching it gently. Within a few moments, Harry backed away, a sort of malicious grin on his face. Lindsay's head tilted, looking confused at the maniacal look on his face.
"Thanks, babe," Harry said. He gave her one last kiss and started walking away. All in the day of the life of Harry James Potter…
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After a morning of restless relaxing and hanging out, lunch soon approached the students of Hogwarts. What they didn't know was that Dumbledore would be making another announcement…an announcement that was actually good. Students quickly rushed to the Great Hall, ready to have lunch.
A sigh escaped from Draco's lips as he walked into the Great Hall and toward the Slytherin table. He sat down, seeing that many other students were already sitting down, feasting upon the food. They looked like ravenous pigs, if he said so himself. Draco took a turkey, ham, and cheese sandwich and took a bite from it. He ate slowly and calmly, a bored look on his pale face.
He looked up as Saffron walked into the Great Hall, a blank, glassy look on her face. She walked over to the Slytherin table and sat down, without even glancing at him. Draco's face fell slightly. He continued to watch her, even though she didn't even seem to notice him. She took a roll and buttered it, taking small bites. Breathing deeply, Draco turned away and took another bite of his sandwich.
"Hello Draco," a familiar voice said from in front of him. Draco waited a few seconds before looking up into Adriana's face. Somehow, he wasn't feeling as happy as he used to when he spoke with Adriana. He had just lost his spark for her. He didn't like her as much as he thought he did. He realized this even more over the past week.
"Hey," Draco said unenthusiastically. He stuffed the sandwich into his mouth so he wouldn't have to speak anymore. Looking highly disgruntled, Adriana turned away from him and started talking with Amanda. Draco looked away from her and saw Harry, Lillie, and few other Slytherins walk in. He saw Pansy the Pug and Blaise walk in together, talking incessantly. They were the two most annoying girls in Slytherin. Truly.
"May I have your attention, please?" Dumbledore exclaimed, the old twinkle in his crystal blue eyes. Draco looked up at Dumbledore. He was obviously going to make a speech or announcement of some sort. He waited, anxiousness filling his mind.
"In light of recent events, there will be a Halloween Ball on October 31st," Dumbledore announced, a small smile on his face. "All years are permitted to attend the ball. Dress robes will not be needed for this ball. Instead, pairs will be required to dress up as famous couples from past history, Muggle and wizard alike. And, people going alone will be required to choose and costume to their liking. I know you all will enjoy the ball." At the end of his announcement, Dumbledore sat down and began talking to Professor McGonagall.
The Great Hall immediately erupted in noise and talking. Everyone was talking about the Halloween ball, naturally. Draco even heard some Ravenclaws from the table over asking each other to the ball. Now, who would Draco ask to the ball? He had one particular person in mind. But, obviously, she'd rather go with Weasley. Then, he could ask Adriana. But, he didn't know if she wanted to go with him, especially since he had practically ignored her only a few minutes before.
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You wish
Every time a star falls from the sky
You wish
That she feels the way you feel inside
You hope and you pray
Keep it all locked away
As you see yourself lost in her kiss
You wish
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- Draco bit his bottom lip, gulping down some pumpkin juice. He looked back over at Saffron. She wasn't talking to anyone. She really stood out amongst the rest of the annoying, giggling girls. But of course, Saffron was different. She always had been. That's what made her special.
That's why he loved her.
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What exactly was the definition of love? In the dictionary, it was 'strong affection; warm attachment.' According to the dictionary of Devon Abarone it meant 'when you feel all mushy inside.' Devon lay on her stomach, her feet up in the air. She was reading the latest issue of Teen Witch. She had just taken a shower and had a pore-cleaning mask on her face. One of those Muggle beauty remedies. Eh, it might work.
She began reading an article called Seven Simple Beauty Spells. She had always lived for five things: herself, boys, beauty, magazines, and of course, herself. After reading the first two spells, Devon started flipping through the magazine until she landed on a page, with the words Top 20 Hottest Wizards of 1995. A small smile on her face, she looked at the poster and saw a picture of Harry looking back at her. The photo of Harry looked extremely hot, much like he had posed for it. Harry hadn't told her about posing for Teen Witch magazine though. He had an extremely gorgeous smile on his face, his green eyes looking as bright as ever. As she scanned over the picture of him, he waved, mouthing her name.
Harry Potter, 15, is the youngest wizard on our top twenty list for this year. With his dark hair, emerald green eyes, and lightning scar, what more could you want from a guy? Still a student, Harry attends Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, being one of its top students. Harry has been spotted with an array of girls, especially in the last couple of years. It's not known who his current girlfriend is though. When asked, Harry said, "Believe it or not, I don't have a girlfriend right now. I have one girl in mind though." No further comment on who this girl was.I think I know who that girl is, Devon thought to herself, a bright smile on her face. She flipped the page and saw Aidan Lynch of the Ireland Quidditch team on the next page. He was unbelievably handsome, posing with his shirt off. Her jaw dropped slightly as she looked at his fit chest. She continued on, looking at the awesome posters of hot guys. She looked up at the clock, seeing that it was only 8:30.
Pretty soon, she would have to get a date (hoping Harry would ask her, though he probably would), get a great costume, find out what makeup to wear, what to do with her silky silver locks, and take off this face mask. All was well in the world.
She was reading a short story called All About Me when she heard the door open. Devon looked up and saw Saffron walk in, her bag slung over her shoulder. With one glance at Devon, Saffron had a highly disgruntled look on her face. She never did like her that much. If she had chosen, Devon wouldn't have even been a person Saffron would've wanted to be friends with. But maybe she was wrong. Maybe the girl did have substance to her…Probably not.
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I'm a Barbie girl
In a Barbie world
Made of plastic
Isn't it fantastic
You can brush my hair
Undress me anywhere
Imagination
Life is your creation
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"Oh, hey Saffron," Devon said, smiling brightly at the girl. Saffron didn't return the smile. She nodded her toward the girl, walking over to her bed. Devon's smile slowly ceased as she looked back down at her magazine. Apparently, Saffron didn't feel like talking. Saffron sat on her bed, taking out her journal. Feeling slightly uncomfortable writing in her journal in front of Devon, Saffron shook off that eerie feeling and continued writing.
After a few moments, she finished writing the latest entry. Making sure Devon wasn't looking, Saffron secretly slipped her journal into its hiding place. With one last piercing glance at Devon, Saffron left her book bag next to her bed and walked out of the dormitory. She hadn't gone to dinner so she decided to get some food from the kitchens.
Even if Saffron was preventing Devon at all costs to see where she had hidden her journal, she had seen clearly where she had placed it. She got up from her bed and quickly took the journal from the wedge between Saffron's bed an dresser, which she had covered with a few shirts.
Devon rushed over to her bed and sat down. Looking around, she opened the journal and flipped to the latest entry. Her mouth gaped open at what she read…
*** Songs Used in this Chapter:- "Tourniquet" by Evanescence
"You Get Me" by Michelle Branch
"Flavor of the Week" by American Hi-Fi
"You Wish" by Lalaine (but, obviously, there was a pronoun change)
"Barbie Girl" by Aqua
A/N: So, how was that chapter? Please review!