Blah, blah, blah, I don't own Harry. Blah, blah, blah, music isn't mine either.
'Til I Get Over You
Every time I feel alone
I can blame it on you
And I do, oh
Seriously, the next time I see Malfoy, I'm going to hex him until July. He's only dating her to make me jealous. She'll have a broken heart by the end of this term. Then she'll find a new guy to snog in front of everyone, like the slut she really is.
You got me like a loaded gun
Golden sun and sky so blue
Hmmm. Maybe I'll play their game. I might as well use Hermione. Everyone seems to think we would make a cute couple, though I think they're crazy. Haven't they noticed we're like siblings? Besides, it won't be hard for her to pretend, since she already told me that she likes me.
We both know that we want it
But we both know you left me no choice
"Hey Herm, come here for a second," I yelled up to the girls dormitory.
"Why?" She responded curiously.
"I need to ask you something:
"What?"
"Come down here and I'll tell you. I don't need the whole tower to hear us!" I said, getting agitated.
"Fine," She said sarcastically, sighing.
She finally appeared at the bottom of the stairs after a few minutes. I wondered what took her so long but didn't ask. I had more important things to get to.
"Since we all know that Cho is pretending to date Malfoy just to make me jealous, we should pretend to go out so Cho will give up her sorry act. Soon she'll realize that it's not working, and stop "dating" Malfoy. Then your work here is done," I explained quickly and confidently.
"Well okay, I guess," Hermione said hesitantly, while slowly getting a pink glow across her fair complexion.
You just bring me down
So I'm counting my tears 'til I get over you
Yes! My plan is working perfectly. When Cho had her usual snog fest with Malfoy, I walked by, holding Hermione's hand and staring lovingly at her. Hermione, on the other hand, seemed to want more, but I wasn't going to start making out with Hermione in the hall. Chances are, Snape would walk out right that second, give us week detentions, and never even notice Cho grinding Malfoy. Besides, I don't even like her that way. Anyways, when Cho saw us, she abruptly left, in a huff, without saying good-bye to her "love," whom she usually referred to as her darling. Malfoy looked pretty irritated, but somehow, I don't think he missed Cho's horrible, slobbery kisses.
Sometimes I watch the world go by
I wonder what it's like
To wake up every single day
Smile on your face
After that, everyday at double-potions, Cho would be outside the classroom, practically shagging her darling, less and less. Malfoy would look more angered, and Hermione would be more reluctant to keep up the act.
"But Cho isn't even coming here anymore," she would always protest.
"She'll just wait until Malfoy tells her that we aren't "going out" anymore and then they'll start it all over again," I said, exasperated. I didn't understand why Hermione wanted to stop. I thought she liked me. Didn't she know this was the only chance she would ever have to kiss me?
You never tried
We both know we can't change it
But we both know we'll just have to face it
For some reason, everyone seems to think I'm missing something. They ask why I don't see it. I ask what don't I see, and they tell me I should figure it out myself. I'm going crazy and Hermione seems to avoid me more and more, except for potions, where I now have to practically force her just to walk next to me.
If only I could give you u
But what would I want to let you off of this soapbox baby?
Okay, I think I'm going crazy. Parvati and Lavender are giggling and whispering even more than usual at all hours of the day. Hermione better not have told them anything about our plan, or about her love interests, namely me. I hoped that they had found a good-looking French student to obsess over. That would distract them from gossiping about some random girl and me all the time.
Every time you walk away
I pretend that I'm okay
The next day, I was in the library, trying to study for my Transfiguration exam. Suddenly, Hermione walks in and heads straight to the table where I was, obviously not thinking about books. Out of nowhere, she tells me that she isn't going to help me get back Cho. Then she walks away, happier than when she came in. Still, I could tell books weren't on her mind, for once.
"Great," I said sarcastically to no one in particular. So much for screwing Cho over.
We both know that I'm not over you
I'm not over you
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