Dance, Dance

If I get 20 reviews I will make my chappies 500 words +. I PROMISE! I'm thinking of deleting Nothing But a Memory, because unless i get more criticism I'll scrap it. Draco/Ginny is so hard to write anyway!

Ms Ronupert Grint
2005-12-03
ch 15,
reply lol, like your answer! Keep the chappies comming and your site didn't work...:(...Still, keep the good stories/chappies comming!

Geni

Search (org? I don't remember) type in arithmancy, and at the bottom it will say something about Hogwarts and Arithmancy, and their will be a link to go to the sorcerers calculator or something like that, click it and be amazed! Loling

Dance, Dance

"Dance, Dance"

She says she's no good with words but I'm worse
Barely stuttered out
"A joke of a romantic" or stuck to my tongue
Weighed down with words too over-dramatic
Tonight it's "it can't get much worse"
Vs. "no one should ever feel like.."

I'm two quarters and a heart down
And I don't want to forget how your voice sounds
These words are all I have so I'll write them
So you need them just to get by

Dance, Dance
We're falling apart to half time
Dance, Dance
And these are the lives you'd love to lead
Dance, this is the way they'd love
If they knew how misery loved me

You always fold just before you're found out
Drink up its last call
Last resort
But only the first mistake and I...

I'm two quarters and a heart down
And I don't want to forget how your voice sounds
These words are all I have so I'll write them
So you need them just to get by

Why don't you show me the little bit of spine
You've been saving for his mattress, love

Dance, Dance
We're falling apart to half time
Dance, Dance
And these are the lives you'd love to lead
Dance, this is the way they'd love
If they knew how misery loved me

Why don't you show me the little bit of spine
You've been saving for his mattress (mattress, mattress)
I only want sympathy in the form of you crawling into bed with me

Dance, Dance
We're falling apart to half time
Dance, Dance
And these are the lives you'd love to lead

Dance this is the way they'd love (way they'd love)
Dance this is the way they'd love (way they'd love)
Dance this is the way they'd love
If they knew how misery loved me

Dance, Dance
Dance, Dance
Dance, Dance
Dance, Dance

The muggle song blared in Draco's mind. It was addicting.

Something about it, it got to him.

He felt himself understanding.

It applied to him, somehow.

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He couldn't believe he'd passed up the chance with Professor Vector.

It was a once-in-a-life-time-oppurtunity!

It was a chance to tutor and bossy those little bratty third-years, those ultimate bitches who called themselves, "popular".

Did guys use the word, "bitch".

Draco used it, so guys much.

But did it sound gay?

He never felt sure of himself these days.

For some odd reason.

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Hermione smoothed back her sheet of paper. It was her essay on the "Fate of the Numbers". see next chapter.

(a/n, I'm not sure if it is necessary, but the next chapter is going to be a collection of Hermione's stuff, vs. Malfoy's, so you can just kind of understand the unparalleled genius.

She looked at it from both angles.

Fine, but she felt weird.

Empty.

She ran to the bathroom.

Again.