A/N: Ok, here's the song. Yaaaaay!

Disclaimer: In this song, I changed some of the words near the end to better fit the story. Other than that, I own only those characters that I, my self, made up…  Or…whatever.

Chapter 6: What She Sees In The Mirror [Paper Doll (By Kittie)]

     Ginny and Carolette stood by the sink in the girls' bathroom, waiting for Iris to come out.

Carolette: (rolls her eyes impatiently) Come on, Iris, you're gonna make us late for lunch.

Iris: I'm coming; I'm coming!

Carolette: Good…I'm starving… Ginny, are you ok?

     Ginny snapped out of her daydream, and looked at Carolette.

Ginny: What?

Carolette: I said 'Are you ok?'

Ginny: Oh, yeah, I'm fine…just thinking, is all.

Carolette: About what?

Iris: About Harry Potter.

      Iris was grinning as she exited the stall.

Iris: You can't hide it from me, Ginny Weasley. You still like him…admit it!

Ginny: No! …Well, maybe…just a little.

Iris: I knew it!

Carolette: I'm not surprised. Actually, I think you two would be cute together.

Iris: Waaaay cute.

Ginny: Are you kidding? Sure, we've become closer friends, but…

Carolette: But?

Ginny: (sighing) He sees me as nothing more than a buddy, especially when he needs girl advice.

Iris: (sing-song voice) You never know, Ginny.

Carolette: If you don't tell him, he'll never know how you feel.

Iris: (as she walks over to the sink) Exactly! Besides, you're so cute… How could he not like you?

     Iris turned on the faucet and began washing her hands.

Ginny: (disgustedly) Cute?

Carolette: (shrugs) Yeah…cute…like a doll.

Ginny: (even more disgustedly) I look like a doll?

Iris: More like, a china doll. You know…one of those pretty, expensive ones you see in the glass shop windows.

     Iris finished washing her hands and begun drying them on her robes.

Iris: Ok, I'm ready.

Carolette: It's about time.

     Carolette and Iris started to leave, when they noticed Ginny still standing by the faucet.

Carolette: Ginny, aren't you coming?

Ginny: Uh…yeah. I'll catch up to guys in a minute.

Iris: Are you sure?

Ginny: Yes, just go on ahead…I'll be there soon.

Iris: (hesitantly) All right, then. We'll see ya.

     Ginny watched as both her friends left the restroom.  Once she could no longer hear their footsteps outside, Ginny turned to face the mirror, resting her hands on cold, porcelain sink, and began examining her reflection. They were right. She did look like…

Ginny: (mutters) …a doll.

     (music starts)

Ginny: I-I look at her in that paper dress,

            I wonder why she won't burn.

           She's just a paper doll, that's all

           Just a paper doll

     (Ginny takes her hands off the sink and stands up strait.)

Ginny: (in a low voice) I dress her up she knocks me…down

                                      I dress her up she knocks me… down.

                                      And they try her on for a size she fits nice; one size fits a-all

                                      And they try her on for a size she fits nice; one size fits a-all

     (Ginny turns from her reflection and begins to pace around the bathroom.)

Ginny: Watch, the tears run from her eyes

            But don't take notice and…

            Watch, the tears run down her face

            Please don't take notice

     (she leans up against one of the stalls and sinks to the floor.)

Ginny: (while looking at the ceiling)

            I-I know you have her soul

           And I see it in your ey-eyes…

           She knows you have her soul

           And she sees it in your eyes

     (looks back down at the floor)

Ginny: (sadly) Now her soul is dead…

                        Now her heart is raw…

                        Wash away her pain…

     Slowly, Ginny begins to cry as she thinks about what her friends had said. Doubting that she could ever get Harry to have feelings for her.

A/N: Ok, I hope that didn't come off too sappy. After all, this is a love story. You can hear "Paper Doll" by Kittie at mp3raid.com. It is also on their album "Spit." And just so you all know, in this song, Ginny is referring to herself as the paper doll. (I say that because I don't know if anyone'll get it.)