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Empty Handed

Here I am take me

It's easier to give in

Some people mistake me

They only hear what they want to hear

"I'm not going to help you get back Cho." Then I walked away from the table, leaving the library, satisfied. I heard Harry say "Great," with the sarcasm practically dripping off. I don't know what the big deal was. Cho wasn't even with Dr- Malfoy anymore. Thinking about what just happened, I was barely even looking to where I was going. I knew this place well enough to travel it with my eyes closed anyways.

If you're losing sleep

Forgive me

I just can't keep pretending

"I won't help you get Harry back. I don't even like him." Then I walked away from the library and heard Cho say behind me, "bloody brilliant," with every ounce of sarcasm she had in her petite body. Focused on that, I wasn't paying any attention to where I was going. Who would be in the library that early anyways? And then, who do I run into but…

I'm packing my bags 'cause I don't wanna be

The only one who's drowning in your misery

"Granger," I heard Malfoy say when I nearly ran into him.

"So you're going to ruin my day before classes even start, I said, glaring at him, angrily.

"No, I just had to take care of some, um, business in the library."

"Oh really," I said, rather amused, "Business, you say."

"Yes, and considering we're both on the same page, with us both pretending to go out with someone to get Chang and Potty back together."

"Yeah, except I just "broke up" with Harry."

"What a coincidence, I just "broke up" with Cho."

"In the library…" I said, rolling my eyes at him, noticing how his eyes sparkled, then wondering why I was even noticing something like that.

"We're from different houses, we can't see each other in many other places," he explained, as if I should know this already.

"Okay then. Calm down! We better get going; we don't want anyone to see us together. They'd probably get the wrong idea. Can you imagine what would happen then?"

And I'll take that chance 'cause I just wanna breathe

And I won't look back and wonder how it's supposed to be

Well at least that's over. Cho can really get on your nerves after awhile. And she kisses like a damn dog. Something just didn't feel right when I saw the Mudblood. I mean Granger. It was like a twinge in my stomach or something. Must have been the meat from dinner last night. I swear, those house elves are trying to kill me. Oh great! Double potions with the Gryffindors are next. I can hardly wait. I'm sure the sparks will be flying between Potter and Herm- Granger. I wondered for a few seconds why I kept referring to her as something other than Mudblood or Granger, but my train of thought quickly changed to sucking up to Snape.

There's a prism by the window

It lets the light leak in

"Five points from Gryffindor," Snape said, with his usual bored tone.

Harry couldn't even attempt to stop being mad at me long enough to keep all our house points. It's not my fault that he used me to get what he wanted, not even considering my interests. I didn't even get anything in return. He didn't even kiss me, though I'm not sure it would have been a good kiss, basing on how he so enjoyed Cho's saliva-heavy smooches. And why does Malfoy keep staring over here at me? My luck, I probably have a huge black-and-blue lump on my head or something.

I wish you would let me

You feel the water but do you swim?

And it's only me empty handed

With a childish grin and a camera

The worst thing that could have happened to me did. What happened to my ice-cold heart? Father is going to have my head chopped off and hung over the fireplace mantel. He has to find out first, though. Damned hormones. They had to go and screw with my head like that.

Here I am take me

It's easier to give in

I don't know why said yes. Harry and Ron will hate me. Or at least Ron will start hating me, considering Harry already does, from past episodes. Then again, they don't have to know. It could just conveniently slip my mind every time I talk to Ron or Harry. I would think that I could control my compulsive choices, being a prefect and all. Stupid hormones.

'Cause I'm packing bags

And I won't be back


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