Pretty Girl
I'm just experimenting with this songfic, I've never done one before. So... yea. SO I'm doing Pretty Girl by Sugarcult, which is an awesomely awesome band. I just saw them live with NFG and Greenday. This is a one shot, so if you want more, that sucks ï
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Pretty girl is suffering while he confesses everything
pretty soon she'll figure out what his intentions were about
"Ginny, we have to talk." Harry said as he patted the spot next to him.
Ginny furrowed her eyebrows and crossed her arms, "What about?"
"Ginny, please sit down."
She did what he was told and sat down beside him.
"I didn't want to have to tell you this, but I guess that's what you get..."
"What is it!?"
Ginny examined her fingernails their chipped black paint mirrored her current feelings. She felt the need to vomit, but she'd been feeling that way for a while. There was always a ball of anxiousness in her stomach when she was around Harry.
And that's what you get for falling again
you can never get him out of your head
and that's what you get for falling again
you can never get him out of your head
"Well, you know Sally-Anne, right?" his eyes dodged hers.
She was staring daggers at him, what was he going to tell her?
"Of course I know her." She snapped.
"Okay."
"Harry, what do you need to tell me?"
it's the way that he makes you feel
it's the way that he kisses you
it's the way that he makes you fall in love
Then her kissed her, a deep long kiss. He tried to push her back on his bed; he was running his fingers through her hair when she broke away from him.
"Don't you dare try to get out of this. Don't even try."
"Look, about a month ago we fucked, okay?" He was on his feet, screaming it.
Ginny only stood up and slapped him. She ran out with tears in her eyes, but she wouldn't let him see. She was never going to speak to him again.
She ran down the stairs, she didn't care who saw her in only Harry's oversized shirt. She half hoped Ron would see and would beat the shit out of Harry.
she's beautiful as usual with bruises on her ego and
her killer instinct tells her to be aware of evil men
and that's what you get for falling again
She got up as usual, put on her make-up and got dressed. She decided she wouldn't let hm see her hurt.
"Gin, you don't have to do this..." Charisse said, her hand on Ginny's shoulder.
"Yes I do." She said coldly and shrugged her hand off.
"Look, I'm only trying to help."
"Well don't, I'm fine." she got up from her vanity and threw on her robe.
Charisse crossed her arms and shook her head, "Some people..."
Ginny knew she was being a bitch, but what else was she to do? She was going to do her best to forget her feelings for Harry. She promised herself she would keep her dignity.
pretty girl...
pretty girl...
Pretty girl is suffering while he confesses everything
Pretty soon she'll figure out
you can never get him out of you head
She took her usual seat at the Gryffindor house table and put on her best fake smile. Everyone looked down the table to see Ginny.
"Colin, pass me the butter?"
"Yea." He obliged and handed her the butter, but accidentally dropped it in the porridge.
"Oops?" Lavender said and giggled.
The only other dish of butter was by Harry.
"Harry, pass the butter?" She said to everyone's surprise.
His name echoed through her head, she looked down at her nails. 'Used and broken' she said to herself. A silent tear escaped her eye, she quickly brushed it away and excused herself from the table. She briskly walked to the bathroom where she proceeded to vomit. That's where she spent the rest of her morning.
"Ginny?" a voice came from outside her stall.
"Who is it?" her voice shook.
"Hermione."
"Oh."
"Did you know?"
"About what?"
"Harry."
"He told me yesterday."
Ginny didn't reply.
"Are you gonna be okay?"
"Eventually, I guess."
"They sent me to take you to the hospital wing."
"Why?"
"Check ups I guess."
"Oh."
Ginny slowly got up and opened the stall door. Her make-up was smeared all over her face and her sweat wrinkled her robes.
"Sumrio" Hermione whispered and waved her wand in Ginny's direction to clean her up.
"Thanks." She said blandly.
Its the way that he makes you cry,
Its the way that he's in your mind,
Its the way he makes you fall in love,
Its the way that he makes you feel,
Its the way that he kisses you,
Its the way he makes you fall in love.
It was Thursday, the day she had told herself to tell him. She didn't want to. She didn't want to tell anyone, but her parents were going to have to know eventually, and Harry was going to have to know. But she didn't want to even think about it, it was her secret, something thing could handle herself. But if she didn't tell him, Hermione would, and Ginny hated it when people did that.
She slowly opened the door to Harry's dormitory, looked straight at his bed and then at Seamus.
"Get the fuck out." She said to him, and he quickly left.
"Sally, is that you?" Harry asked pulling his curtain aside. His face fell when he saw Ginny.
"Harry."
"Why are you here?" he asked uncomfortably.
"I'm pregnant."
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Review! I don't really like this one, but I guess it's okay. Tell me what you thought!