On Fire

A/N: This was written almost over a year ago.

They tell you where you need to go They tell you when you need to leave They tell you what you need to know They tell you who you need to be.

"I can't take it!", I yelled at Harry and Ron, "I bloody hate it when you two make my desicions for me". They did it again left me out of one of their so called adventures. Supposedly I'm just to vunerable or bloody girly to take it. They leave me out of everthing. Ever since the year began they've been expecting me to be even more bookwormish than even I can stand. They say that 'Girls should just stay out of danger's hand. Bloody sexists. So I ran off and didn't look back.

But everything inside you know there's more than what you've heard There's so much more that empty conversation Filled with empty words

'This is so pathetic' I though drying my eyes. There's more life out in the world that I should be experiencing. Standing up I began to see life in a new way. The hall was no longer dull and boxed up it was aluring and beautiful. I took a notepad from my pocket and began to draw it. The depth the lonliness. Everything I saw became alive to me.

You're on fire when he's near You're on fire when he speaks You're on fire burning up in his mystery

Sitting in the courtyard I drew a small fountain in the center of it. I loved this happiness this life surrounding me. It was like riding a broom a million miles an hour and wanting to jump of and fall for the fun of it. Slowly someone stepped into my vision Draco Malfoy. His platinum blond hair falling onto his pale skin, his cold eyes gazing around the area. I wanted to paint him terribly bad, he was practically the only person who hadn't asked to be painted this year and the only person I really wanted to paint.

Give me one more time around Give me one more chance to see Give me everything You are Give me one more chance to be...near You

She sat in the courtyard painting something beautiful probably. It was strange how such an ass of a bookworm had become one of the most calm painters there ever was. Now I truely realized what an ass I had been to her before, she was a brainiac and I had been jelous and that's that. Now when I really wanted to know her I couldn't. I walked toward her, seeming to be pulled my some imaginary force. As I stoped in front of her she gazed up at me, her hazel eyes warm in the spring light. "Hello Draco", she said lightly smiling a bit, "would you like me to paint you?"