A/N: Ooooh... A glimpse at Andie's past... Exciting! Review and tell me if you found it exciting! (If so, I might write a fic called Crim Summer)

Disclaimer: Don't own Harry Potter or anything to with it. Anything else is mine hahaha.

Disclaimer II: I don't own the songs, okay?

The Christmas Ball

Andie

I found Callum in the crowd- God knows how- and didn't take my eyes off him for the entire song.

"Here's the thing we started off friends
It was cool but it was all pretend
Yeah yeah
Since U Been Gone

You're dedicated, you took the time
Wasn't long till I called you mine
Yeah Yeah
Since U Been Gone

And all you'd ever hear me say
Is how I pictured me with you
That's all you'd ever hear me say

But Since U Been Gone
I can breathe for the first time
Im so movin on
Yeah yeah
Thanks to you
Now I get
What I want
Since U Been Gone..."

I really gave it my all. Have that. And why, why did you say that infront of Sirius? I don't even know if he heard, but I did. 'A better liar than Andie Black herself?' Callum Jay isn't a better liar, but he almost ruined mine tonight. The first few bars of Mr Brightside had begun, and I was playing automatically, without thinking. Thank God for musical instinct! I turned my head to look at Dan- (aka John Rowland). He was crashing the cymbols extra hard, and it wasn't from an adrenaline rush (which I was totally experiencing, over and over! It was so fantastic, performing for such a HUGE crowd) or for effect. I knew why, I was with him the night he wrote that song. We both got smashed, and it was excellent.

Oh my god, Centrefold already? (Note to self: Now would be a good thing to open mouth and start singing...)

Take that, CJ. I hate you so much. And now it's time for the pole dancing to our extremely dirty song, er... Dirty. I had been to pole dancing classes (in a Crim Summer, disguised as a newly Hot Crim...) and remembered all the steps. "The pole is your friend... Press your boobs against it..." (I know. And then this blond bimbo went: "Oh, I can't. They're new." OHMYGOD. The lengths I went to for Callum... But that is the Crim Summer story.) Pole dancing. Another lesbian moment for me and Jen. The crowd's reaction to Poison had been pretty fantastic- and expected. fairytale- we're here to shock. We're here to rock.

Jenna did her verse (I had taught her pretty well, considering we had less than a week to become expert pole dancers) and we sang the chorus together... Then it was me!

"Ah, heat is up
So ladies, fellas
Drop your cups
Body's hot
Front to back
Now move your ass
I like that

Tight hip huggers (low for sure)
Shake a little somethin' (on the floor)
I need that, uh, to get me off
Sweat until my clothes come off..."

I could feel Callum's dark blue eyes burning. He was looking me up and down, I could feel it. Bet you wish you had some of this now, boy. But I kept dancing (the pole was my friend) putting all my energy and then some into it. When we finished, the crowd SCREAMED. Haha, me and Jen were so right to do pole dancing. We knew they crowd would love it (especially the guys). Our kind weren't happy, they looked pretty sulky under their masks. But we had Chelsea Dagger to do, (another pretty horny song, written by me and Dan. It inspired my band name) so Remus took centre stage again, with Dan and Finn filling in the 'dah-da's.

"Well you must be a girl with shoes like that
She said you know me well
I seen you and little Steven and Joanna
Round the back of my hotel, oh yeah

Someone said you was asking after me
But I know you best as a blagger
I said: tell me your name is it sweet?
She said: my boy it's dagger, oh yeah..."

I just couldn't help smiling as my fingers ran the right way down the keyboard. The second verse part of the song was reminding me of my 'meeting' with Sirius. I couldn't believe he didn't recognise me, but I hardly recognised myself. Although Callum did. He recognised me... Well, he knew exactly what I looked like. Every inch. But so would Sirius... Soon enough. Was that really sick and wrong? To have intense lust for your own cousin? I didn't know, and predictably, I didn't care. In my head, rules were made to be broken.

"Seems like just yesterday
You were a part of me
I used to stand so tall
I used to be so strong
Your arms around me tight
Everything, it felt so right
Unbreakable, like nothin' could go wrong
Now I can't breathe
No, I can't sleep
I'm barely hanging on

Here I am, once again
I'm torn into pieces
Can't deny it, can't pretend
Just thought you were the one
Broken up, deep inside
But you won't get to see the tears I cry
Behind these hazel eyes..."

You can dish it, but you can't take it. Can you, Callum Jay? You don't like it when I spit in your eye. Tough shit, just deal with it.

This was my last chance to lash backat him- he was a seventh year Wingcroft student, with Michaela Hobag Whoreface Bitchslut Jenkins, and probably going to leave the Crim House. My Crim House. I was probably never going to see him after the summer ended. Which was a good thing. So why did the world seem like it was going to end on the last week of next August? The world was going to end on the last week of August- my world, anyway.

No. It wasn't. I could have Sirius tonight... And I'll find a new guy by then. Someone better. More whole.

I was over Callum. I just liked this extra chance to cut him and pour a shaker of salt into the open wound.

"But you won't get to see the tears I cry
Behind these hazel eyes..."

I moved away from the (magically modified) microphone, pleased by the enthuastic applause. I would have thought the crowd would be wilting a little by now, but five songs away from our big duet finale, they were still strong. We were trying to tone it down, get them ready for the three slow dancers at the end. Mind you, XO (written by Dan) was a fast paced song.

I was over Callum.

I did not miss Callum's kisses or Callum's hugs or Callum's touch. I did not miss the way he smiled at me, the way his eyes lit up when we planned Crim crimepranks or the way he felt in the middle of the night. I did not care that he took my virginity, or that he got me addicted to crack, E and amphetamines.

I DIDN'T CARE. I DIDN'T MISS HIM. HE WAS, IS AND ALWAYS WILL BE OVER. Why was I shouting inside my own head? And this silent crying lark was making my throat hurt and mascara dot the rings under my eyes.

It's over it's over it's over

Get a grip, Andie. GET A GRIP. He didn't break your heart... Callum Jay didn't break your heart.

"A heart can't possibly break if it wasn't even whole to start with..." Those were the words Jenna was singing. Did I believe them? Callum was looking at me, near to the stage as he could get, slow dancing with Michaela. He twisted his fingers in her blond curls, and the knife in my back. It stabbed me straight through the heart, because there wasn't a backbone to get in the way. I was weak. He was smirking at me. Smirking.

"A heart can't possibly break if it wasn't even whole to start with..." Yes it can. Mines still breaking. Don't know when it started, don't know when it'll stop.

Do you know what you're doing to me, Callum?

Michaela gets to touch that electric hair, gelled into spikes, long emo fringed and dyed blue black with calligraphy ink. She gets to touch the lean, pale, muscled body... The cracked lip, scarred lip, soft lip...

Smirking. Callum knows exactly what he's doing. He always has.

XxX.