This is Me
Yeah I have my dictions
I keep my share of secrets
And things you'll never see
Mmm I get selfish and defensive
And pay too much attention to my insecurity
Though I
I'm just like everybody else
I try to love Jesus send my soul, yeah yeah
I don't know what you believe
What you think or what you see
But this is a part of me yeah
What I do and who I am
All about your purities oh
I'm right here up my sleeve
This is me
This is me
I laugh at silly movies
To acquaint I see babies
And I'm stubborn as a stone
Yeah I
I critisize my body
I wonder if I'm ready to ever be alone
Oh I
I'm just like everybody else
I cry yes I cry just like everybody else yeah yeah yeah
I don't know what you believe
What you think or what you see
But this is a part of me
What I do and who I am
All about your purities
I'm right here up my sleeve
This is me
Oh this is me
Oh this is me
I'm gonna celebrate it
I'm gonna celebrate it
Don't be afraid who you are
Celebrate who you are
What you do, what you feel, what you see, who you are
Celebrate, celebrate
This is just me
I'm not afraid, I'm not ashamed
This is me
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It is generally acknowledged that nothing brings people together faster than a common enemy and, indeed, as the junior class raced out of the literature department with record-breaking speeds, there seemed to be a momentary unity - to be broken before the start of their next class, of course- among them never witnessed before as they quietly filed into physics class.
Feeling that nothing could be worse than his American literature experience, Harry walked resolutely into the classroom, noticing immediately a sallow-faced man dressed completely in black - bent over as he concentrated intently on some paperwork on his desk at the opposite end of the room - that matched perfectly with the greasy strands of long black hair making Harry wonder just how long his new physics teacher had gone without applying any cleansing products to his head just as the man's head jerked up fixing him with malicious black eyes that quickly made Harry uncomfortable. Quickly turning around, he saw that every black lab table had exactly two chairs as Ron and Hermione both immediately sat down together -next to Draco and Pansy- shooting Harry apologetic looks as Ron quietly explained to him that everyone was assigned regular partners in physics.
"Professor Snape," Hermione began timidly, "umm.Harry's new and he needs a lab partner..," she ended expectantly.
"Your point, Miss Granger," he inquired feigning innocence, determined to force her to voice her full request.
"Well umm.w-we thought that since there's an odd number of students, Harry could join Ron and I, Professor."
"I must say, your concern is extremely touching Miss Granger," his tone icy and it was obvious that he was anything but sincere. "However I will assign Mr. Potter his lab partners," he sneered as Harry gritted his teeth.
"Hmmm, yes Mr. Potter. I've reviewed your transcript from your old school of course, and you are quite frankly, hopeless. Therefore, I shall place you with Mr. Malfoy and Miss Parkinson. You will find Mr. Malfoy an invaluable partner of course and perhaps the skills that you subdue so perfectly may become more, I hope, apparent, Mr. Potter?" he smiled innocently.
Harry was by that time seething with rage. Alright, so he wasn't about to top his class anytime in the next century but he was by no means the village idiot either! And placing him with both Malfoy and Parkinson! Wasn't cruel and unusual punishment illegal? Well in the States at least.
Snape was smirking at him, as if he was silently challenging Harry to defy him. Sighing inwardly, Harry realized he really had no choice and resignedly pulled up a chair next to Malfoy who was looking at him, an elegant eyebrow arched delicately in expectation leaving Harry unsure whether he was feeling amused or murderous towards the boy. Well better Malfoy than his bitchy, artificial girlfriend, Harry thought bitterly.
And Pansy seemed to prove his point at that moment as she dug a tube of lipstick and spread the generous color across her lips, which Harry personally thought, made them too red to actually exist in nature. Ignoring Harry's look at bewilderment at the moment, she continued to dig into her purse until she found a big bottom of perfume, which she quickly sprayed two shots directly onto her clothes creating a nauseating floral scent that made Harry want to gag.
"God Parkinson, do you want to give everybody in here a headache. Put that god-damned thing away," he heard Malfoy hiss at his girlfriend, who scowled back sourly but obediently placed the bottle back. Well at least Malfoy had natural human instincts Harry thought.
Deprived of her prior amusement, Pansy quickly turned to Harry arrogantly tossing her sleek blond hair to the side. "So Draco tells me your name is Potter," she smiled coldly, "Well Potter, I hope you don't leave me and Drake to do all the work you know," she scoffed, rolling her eyes, clearly happy that she had found a new source of entertainment.
"It's Drake and I not me and Drake, Pansy darling, and how many times must I remind you never to call me that," he drawled lightly but not without a hint of warning in his voice.
Turning to Harry before she had a chance to reply, he insolently waved a careless hand in the air. "Don't worry about it Potter. I'm sure you're academically hopeless but you can't be worse than my darling girlfriend here," he smiled clearly amused at a fuming Pansy. Harry wasn't sure if he would be surprised to see smoke emerging from her eyes.
"Gee thanks, your overwhelming kindness never ceases to amaze me Malfoy," Harry muttered sarcastically rolling his eyes at Malfoy who for some reason seemed to find his remark highly amusing much to his girlfriend's growing irritation. Pansy looked ready to burst and was obviously ready to retort back at one or the both of them when Snape interrupted the little showdown.
"Alright no more blabbering. This is a classroom, not socializing hour and I have a test ready for you all," he smiled maliciously as the entire class - with the exception of Malfoy, of course, who continued to gaze coolly at Snape - began panicking, frantically asserting the unfairness of springing a surprise test upon them.
Harry said nothing, desperately hoping that Snape would be persuaded but knowing that the chances of that happening were less than his favorite physics professor showering more than once a year, he already resigned himself to a big, red F on his paper, as he gazed despairingly at Ron who looked ready to show his breakfast. Well, at least he had a companion in summer school!
Gazing down at the paper that Snape had passed out, he realized that he had less than no idea how to find and draw in the resultant vectors. Glancing over at Malfoy, he noticed to his disgust that Malfoy seemed to know exactly what he was doing as he fiercely performed calculations in the margins though Harry could not possibly imagine why that was necessary. He was not aware that he had been staring intently at the boy until Malfoy looked up catching him squarely in the eye as he gave Harry a little wink. Harry blinked, immediately whipping his head around and began trying to concentrate intently on the menacing scan-tron sheet in front of him, as he reddened. In the end he drew in arrow and numbers wherever he thought it looked prettiest on the paper noting with a certain degree of satisfaction that Malfoy's girlfriend did the same.
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Sitting down on the cool green leather seat of the yellow school bus Harry sighed as he silently went through the events of the day in his head from the initial meeting with Malfoy and his clique to the scarring occurrences in American literature and physics, and Harry was certainly eternally grateful that the rest of his day had passed without considerable incidents with the exception of a few close encounters with Dudley's new group of friends that Harry had managed to escape unscathed from thanks to his lifetime of experience.
Dudley, of course, had gotten a ride from Uncle Vernon who did not consider waiting for Harry necessary and so Harry had been stuck riding the school bus though he did not honestly find it too tragic. After all, any excuse to stay away from his relatives was welcome as far as he was concerned.
Well his first day at school had not been that horrible if he didn't count American literature and the wonderful physics lesson. To his great delight, Ron and Hermione were in all his classes while Dudley had only been in his English class. Then again, Malfoy and his girlfriend seemed to have duplicated their schedules to match the trio's and to Harry that certainly canceled out in the end. Pansy seemed, for some odd reason, to have an innate hatred for him and she and her friends had tortured Harry relentlessly every chance they got. Surprisingly enough, Malfoy seemed just as interested in defending him as Pansy was had been to insult him - much to Ron and Hermione's bewilderment- though Harry assumed that was because of Malfoy's innate need to compete with his girlfriend.
The school bus jerked to a stop in front of the house, putting an abrupt thought to Harry's stream of thought, and Harry sighed as he got off, readying himself to face another night with the Dursleys.
The moment Harry walked in the door, he knew this was going to no ordinary night because Aunt Petunia, dressed in lavender evening gown that clashed horribly with her brown hair, immediately grabbed his arm and practically pulled him into the kitchen yelling at him to start making dinner immediately.
"Dudley brought home an important guest, boy, and for god's sake, don't burn the chicken again," she snapped before walking out the kitchen without further explanation.
Harry didn't honestly know what she was complaining about. He might have overcooked the chicken slightly but Dudley -who had eaten the whole thing- didn't seem greatly bothered by that fact.
Groaning at the prospect of slaving over the stove yet again for the fifth time that week, he wearily grabbed a knife and began cutting the green lettuce leaves, throwing them haphazardly into a big bowl.
"You missed the bowl, Potter," a slow, cultured drawl that sent shivers down his spine suddenly echoed in the kitchen.
Slowly, Harry turned around in utter disbelief - unable to believe that anyone up there had such a cruel sense of humor- suddenly aware that he had indeed missed one as a green leaf lay on the floor. Looking up, he gasped as he saw that indeed, Draco Malfoy was leaning against the door of his kitchen.
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A/N: The song is called "This is Me" by Faith Hill.
Sorry about the long time between posts. I meant to update sooner but life just got in the way. Anyway, now that school is on again, I'm going to aim for updating once a week.
Please understand that I'm working under the assumption that the UK school system is like the American one. I know that is not true but I'm just going to go with it and I apologize in advance for any cultural mistakes I make in this story.
Questions and Answers:
How did Draco find out Harry's name?
You'll find out later.
What is a flame?
I'm not totally sure but I think it means to rudely criticize someone's work.
Yeah I have my dictions
I keep my share of secrets
And things you'll never see
Mmm I get selfish and defensive
And pay too much attention to my insecurity
Though I
I'm just like everybody else
I try to love Jesus send my soul, yeah yeah
I don't know what you believe
What you think or what you see
But this is a part of me yeah
What I do and who I am
All about your purities oh
I'm right here up my sleeve
This is me
This is me
I laugh at silly movies
To acquaint I see babies
And I'm stubborn as a stone
Yeah I
I critisize my body
I wonder if I'm ready to ever be alone
Oh I
I'm just like everybody else
I cry yes I cry just like everybody else yeah yeah yeah
I don't know what you believe
What you think or what you see
But this is a part of me
What I do and who I am
All about your purities
I'm right here up my sleeve
This is me
Oh this is me
Oh this is me
I'm gonna celebrate it
I'm gonna celebrate it
Don't be afraid who you are
Celebrate who you are
What you do, what you feel, what you see, who you are
Celebrate, celebrate
This is just me
I'm not afraid, I'm not ashamed
This is me
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It is generally acknowledged that nothing brings people together faster than a common enemy and, indeed, as the junior class raced out of the literature department with record-breaking speeds, there seemed to be a momentary unity - to be broken before the start of their next class, of course- among them never witnessed before as they quietly filed into physics class.
Feeling that nothing could be worse than his American literature experience, Harry walked resolutely into the classroom, noticing immediately a sallow-faced man dressed completely in black - bent over as he concentrated intently on some paperwork on his desk at the opposite end of the room - that matched perfectly with the greasy strands of long black hair making Harry wonder just how long his new physics teacher had gone without applying any cleansing products to his head just as the man's head jerked up fixing him with malicious black eyes that quickly made Harry uncomfortable. Quickly turning around, he saw that every black lab table had exactly two chairs as Ron and Hermione both immediately sat down together -next to Draco and Pansy- shooting Harry apologetic looks as Ron quietly explained to him that everyone was assigned regular partners in physics.
"Professor Snape," Hermione began timidly, "umm.Harry's new and he needs a lab partner..," she ended expectantly.
"Your point, Miss Granger," he inquired feigning innocence, determined to force her to voice her full request.
"Well umm.w-we thought that since there's an odd number of students, Harry could join Ron and I, Professor."
"I must say, your concern is extremely touching Miss Granger," his tone icy and it was obvious that he was anything but sincere. "However I will assign Mr. Potter his lab partners," he sneered as Harry gritted his teeth.
"Hmmm, yes Mr. Potter. I've reviewed your transcript from your old school of course, and you are quite frankly, hopeless. Therefore, I shall place you with Mr. Malfoy and Miss Parkinson. You will find Mr. Malfoy an invaluable partner of course and perhaps the skills that you subdue so perfectly may become more, I hope, apparent, Mr. Potter?" he smiled innocently.
Harry was by that time seething with rage. Alright, so he wasn't about to top his class anytime in the next century but he was by no means the village idiot either! And placing him with both Malfoy and Parkinson! Wasn't cruel and unusual punishment illegal? Well in the States at least.
Snape was smirking at him, as if he was silently challenging Harry to defy him. Sighing inwardly, Harry realized he really had no choice and resignedly pulled up a chair next to Malfoy who was looking at him, an elegant eyebrow arched delicately in expectation leaving Harry unsure whether he was feeling amused or murderous towards the boy. Well better Malfoy than his bitchy, artificial girlfriend, Harry thought bitterly.
And Pansy seemed to prove his point at that moment as she dug a tube of lipstick and spread the generous color across her lips, which Harry personally thought, made them too red to actually exist in nature. Ignoring Harry's look at bewilderment at the moment, she continued to dig into her purse until she found a big bottom of perfume, which she quickly sprayed two shots directly onto her clothes creating a nauseating floral scent that made Harry want to gag.
"God Parkinson, do you want to give everybody in here a headache. Put that god-damned thing away," he heard Malfoy hiss at his girlfriend, who scowled back sourly but obediently placed the bottle back. Well at least Malfoy had natural human instincts Harry thought.
Deprived of her prior amusement, Pansy quickly turned to Harry arrogantly tossing her sleek blond hair to the side. "So Draco tells me your name is Potter," she smiled coldly, "Well Potter, I hope you don't leave me and Drake to do all the work you know," she scoffed, rolling her eyes, clearly happy that she had found a new source of entertainment.
"It's Drake and I not me and Drake, Pansy darling, and how many times must I remind you never to call me that," he drawled lightly but not without a hint of warning in his voice.
Turning to Harry before she had a chance to reply, he insolently waved a careless hand in the air. "Don't worry about it Potter. I'm sure you're academically hopeless but you can't be worse than my darling girlfriend here," he smiled clearly amused at a fuming Pansy. Harry wasn't sure if he would be surprised to see smoke emerging from her eyes.
"Gee thanks, your overwhelming kindness never ceases to amaze me Malfoy," Harry muttered sarcastically rolling his eyes at Malfoy who for some reason seemed to find his remark highly amusing much to his girlfriend's growing irritation. Pansy looked ready to burst and was obviously ready to retort back at one or the both of them when Snape interrupted the little showdown.
"Alright no more blabbering. This is a classroom, not socializing hour and I have a test ready for you all," he smiled maliciously as the entire class - with the exception of Malfoy, of course, who continued to gaze coolly at Snape - began panicking, frantically asserting the unfairness of springing a surprise test upon them.
Harry said nothing, desperately hoping that Snape would be persuaded but knowing that the chances of that happening were less than his favorite physics professor showering more than once a year, he already resigned himself to a big, red F on his paper, as he gazed despairingly at Ron who looked ready to show his breakfast. Well, at least he had a companion in summer school!
Gazing down at the paper that Snape had passed out, he realized that he had less than no idea how to find and draw in the resultant vectors. Glancing over at Malfoy, he noticed to his disgust that Malfoy seemed to know exactly what he was doing as he fiercely performed calculations in the margins though Harry could not possibly imagine why that was necessary. He was not aware that he had been staring intently at the boy until Malfoy looked up catching him squarely in the eye as he gave Harry a little wink. Harry blinked, immediately whipping his head around and began trying to concentrate intently on the menacing scan-tron sheet in front of him, as he reddened. In the end he drew in arrow and numbers wherever he thought it looked prettiest on the paper noting with a certain degree of satisfaction that Malfoy's girlfriend did the same.
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Sitting down on the cool green leather seat of the yellow school bus Harry sighed as he silently went through the events of the day in his head from the initial meeting with Malfoy and his clique to the scarring occurrences in American literature and physics, and Harry was certainly eternally grateful that the rest of his day had passed without considerable incidents with the exception of a few close encounters with Dudley's new group of friends that Harry had managed to escape unscathed from thanks to his lifetime of experience.
Dudley, of course, had gotten a ride from Uncle Vernon who did not consider waiting for Harry necessary and so Harry had been stuck riding the school bus though he did not honestly find it too tragic. After all, any excuse to stay away from his relatives was welcome as far as he was concerned.
Well his first day at school had not been that horrible if he didn't count American literature and the wonderful physics lesson. To his great delight, Ron and Hermione were in all his classes while Dudley had only been in his English class. Then again, Malfoy and his girlfriend seemed to have duplicated their schedules to match the trio's and to Harry that certainly canceled out in the end. Pansy seemed, for some odd reason, to have an innate hatred for him and she and her friends had tortured Harry relentlessly every chance they got. Surprisingly enough, Malfoy seemed just as interested in defending him as Pansy was had been to insult him - much to Ron and Hermione's bewilderment- though Harry assumed that was because of Malfoy's innate need to compete with his girlfriend.
The school bus jerked to a stop in front of the house, putting an abrupt thought to Harry's stream of thought, and Harry sighed as he got off, readying himself to face another night with the Dursleys.
The moment Harry walked in the door, he knew this was going to no ordinary night because Aunt Petunia, dressed in lavender evening gown that clashed horribly with her brown hair, immediately grabbed his arm and practically pulled him into the kitchen yelling at him to start making dinner immediately.
"Dudley brought home an important guest, boy, and for god's sake, don't burn the chicken again," she snapped before walking out the kitchen without further explanation.
Harry didn't honestly know what she was complaining about. He might have overcooked the chicken slightly but Dudley -who had eaten the whole thing- didn't seem greatly bothered by that fact.
Groaning at the prospect of slaving over the stove yet again for the fifth time that week, he wearily grabbed a knife and began cutting the green lettuce leaves, throwing them haphazardly into a big bowl.
"You missed the bowl, Potter," a slow, cultured drawl that sent shivers down his spine suddenly echoed in the kitchen.
Slowly, Harry turned around in utter disbelief - unable to believe that anyone up there had such a cruel sense of humor- suddenly aware that he had indeed missed one as a green leaf lay on the floor. Looking up, he gasped as he saw that indeed, Draco Malfoy was leaning against the door of his kitchen.
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A/N: The song is called "This is Me" by Faith Hill.
Sorry about the long time between posts. I meant to update sooner but life just got in the way. Anyway, now that school is on again, I'm going to aim for updating once a week.
Please understand that I'm working under the assumption that the UK school system is like the American one. I know that is not true but I'm just going to go with it and I apologize in advance for any cultural mistakes I make in this story.
Questions and Answers:
How did Draco find out Harry's name?
You'll find out later.
What is a flame?
I'm not totally sure but I think it means to rudely criticize someone's work.