TAKING BACK SUNDAY
"You're So Last Summer"
She said
"don't, don't let it go to your head
Boys like you are a dime a dozen,
Boys like you are a dime a dozen"
She said
"you're a touch overrated,
you're a lush and I hate it,
but these grass stains on my knees
they won't mean a thing"
And all I (all I)
Need to know (need to know)
Is that I'm something you'll be missing
(is that I'm something that you're missing)
(maybe I should hate for this)
Maybe I should hate you for this
Never really did ever quite get that far
(maybe I should hate for this)
Maybe I should hate you for this
Never really did ever quite get that...
I'd never lie to you
Unless I had to
I'll do what I got to
Unless I had to
I'll do what I got to, the truth
is you could slit my throat
And with my one last gasping breath
I'd apologize for bleeding on your shirt
And all I (all I)
Need to know (need to know)
Is that I'm something you'll be missing
(is that I'm something that you're missing)
(maybe I should hate for this)
Maybe I should hate you for this
Never really did ever quite get that far
(maybe I should hate for this)
Maybe I should hate you for this
Never really did ever quite get that...
Cause I'm a wishful thinker with the worst intentions
This'll be last chance you get to drop my name
Cause I'm a wishful thinker with the worst intentions
This'll be last chance you get to drop my name
If I'm just bad news, then you're a liar (Maybe I should...)
If I'm just bad news, then you're a liar (...hate you for this)
If I'm just bad news, then you're a liar (Maybe I should...)
If I'm just bad news, then you're a liar (...hate you for this)
If I'm just bad news, then you're a liar (Maybe I should...)
If I'm just bad news, then you're a liar (...hate you for this)
If I'm just bad news, then you're a liar (Maybe I should...)
If I'm just bad news, then you're a liar (...hate you for this)
Maybe I should hate you for this
(If only you knew half as much as you pretend to)
Maybe I should hate you for this
(If only you knew half as much as you pretend to)
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Draco walked down the lone corridor, the sound of his footsteps echoing against the walls and reverberating down the hallway. It seemed all unfair at the moment, that he had to spend the year in a dorm with a girl he had thought before was just a nosey little bookworm, albiet a bookworm with good aim…but now, now he wasn't so sure. But he did remember one thing he had loved-liked, he automatically corrected himself, about Hermione. The fire in her hazle eyes when she got mad, and her laugh…he had never been able to get over her laugh. He shook his head, pale locks of hair swinging into his grey eyes.
He soon arrived at his destination, the potrait of the younge medieval couple that signified the head's dorm. He said the password (paradox unitus!) then groaned when he saw what the couple was doing. He glared at them when they seperated long enough to let him in. However, when he walked into the small common room, he stopped dead in his tracks. Granger had done it again. While staring at her avidly and uncomfortably, he raked his hand through his hair. Jesu Christus… this is going to be a long year…
Hermione had thankfully gotten back before Malfoy, giving her time to adjust to the new rooms. It was a step up from the Gryffindor rooms, with her own private sitting room and bath. That was the first thing she explored when she got into the dorm, the luxury of a nice long vanilla scented bubble bath. After drying her hair and changing into a midriff baring black tank top and red yoga pants, she went into the common room and slipped in her iPOD earbuds, listening to Taking Back Sunday.
She stretched, enjoying the feeling of her muscles and limbs loosening. It felt like heaven. She settled down onto the rug in front of the common room and began taking in deep breaths. She then slipped into her yoga.
Her body contorted into various poses she had learned from her neighbor, Alex, who always seemed to keep her cool. That's how she had learned to keep her calm… most of the time. Except that excellent moment when she had punched Draco's nose in. Now talk about satisfying.And there was also that other time when she had gotten pissed at Ron, then the one time she wouldn't talk to Harry… okay. So maybe there were more than a few times where she had gotten a wee bit outta control. But it was getting better.
She lay on her stomach, pushing her body up with her arms before she curved her legs upward, touching her head with her toes. After a few poses like this that would kill a normal person, she got to her feet, taking out her earbuds.
She picked up her wand and waved it, causing a new song to play. A grin slowly formed on her lips as she began to dance, blissfully unaware of the eyes watching her from the potrait hole…
(A/N: I know, it's very short but I had a temporary case of writers block. Chapter 3 shall be entitled….drumroll Dirty Little Secret! Bwahaha!)