AN:Finally I've updated, sorry about that I've had writers block. Plus it didn't help that I was failing my Global History class so I was trying, unsuccessfully, to pass. Yeah I failed. Anyway I hope you like this chapter, I'm now on a roll, so "Ive started chapter 9. I've also gotten my second tattoo, a tribal lion's head wich is almost entirely black except for it's blue eyes. Well that's all for now buh-bye from your mildly insene author Toxin
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, any music by The Used, gold or red dye, a microphone, Snape, Hermione, Draco Malfoy, Pansy Parkinson, Blaise Zabini, Madam Pomfrey, Crabbe and Goyle, Slytherin, or a half way decent singing voice.
Chapter 8:
I thought I was prepared, I even brought some handcuffs. But what greeted me when I opened the door totally threw me off. The room was bright, cheerful even. The room was in pastel colors; landscapes and portraits of small children in bright colors adorned the walls. Comfortable chairs and plush sofas and loveseats were scattered around and a cheery fire burned merrily in the fireplace. It was the definition of a preppy family room. As I stepped forward I ran into something hard, knocking myself down, causing me to crack my head on the floor at which point I passed out. I woke up on a plush couch, which felt like it was upholstered in velvet (my eyes were still closed). When I opened my eyes, I winced at the bright light, which caused a sharp pain to flare at the back of my head. When I actually managed to open my eyes without pain I was again surprised, the room had changed. It was the dark elegance you'd expect of a suave vampire, or stately Henry Jackell. The velvet couch I was on was a rich jade green, the mantle polished ebony. The walls black with the dull sheen of pewter. It was a patriotic Slytherin's dream room. And above me, yet again, was Snape; hovering like a deranged bee. With Madam Pomfrey fluttering on the sidelines like a batty butterfly (multiple b's not intentional, I just couldn't find anything else I liked in the thesaurus). "Crap, what happened? My head feels like someone took a two-ton sledge to it.
With a slightly apologetic look Snape explained my unconscious state. "A portrait in my office wanted to be moved; apparently the occupants felt the ambiance of the room to be too dreary to exist in. As I was moving it out the door you ran into it. You know the rest." So that's what happened. I ran into a bloody portrait. Just my luck, run into a portrait and knock myself out. Isn't my life lovely on so many levels? Anyway I served my detention with minimal fuss and effort, seeing as they (Snape & Pomfrey) decided I wasn't in a perfectly healthy state, so I couldn't do any real work. I more or less just sat and behaved myself. I did protest that I was fine, I heal quickly, and didn't Snape remember the bit with the fire, which came after I got myself into this mess?
Well, after my eventful evening, I went back to my room, popped a couple painkillers (my head was still a little sore), and settled into sleep when all hell broke loose in my bedroom. Books flew around, the bed hangings did a little dance, and general mayhem ensued. Thankfully to a nifty little charm I had read in a book made all of this stop, and caused whoever was doing it to get a sharp jab every time they tried to continue. Not only that but the next morning I'd have a sure way of knowing who it was. It was then that the painkillers kicked in and I wandered off to bed, sleeping finally.
The next morning, walking into the Great Hall, three people at the Slytherin table were red and gold, Pansy Parkinson, Draco Malfoy and Blaise Zabini. I guess Crabbe and Goyle didn't have the brainpower or perhaps the magic power to use the spell cast on my room. The three who actually did it surprised me as well, first years doing something like that; I guess I didn't give them enough credit. Chuckling slightly I went to sit next to Hermione, who asked me what was funny. Telling her the story of my previous evening, she grew increasingly shocked. Instead of finding the result of the incident funny, she scolded me. "You shouldn't use magic to get back at people, that makes you no better than them." She nodded her head towards the Slytherin table. "I only did it to make the mess stop and find out who did it; I had no express wish to harm anyone. Plus the colors will come out naturally in a few weeks, it's just like dye." I replied. Crossing her arms, and giving me a 'that's no excuse' look she said, "That doesn't make any difference, you still did it, and it was wrong. And not funny either." This contrasting to Fred and George's hoots of laughter from down the table. Looking back at Hermione I casually mentioned "Hermione, I'm seventeen, reasonably responsible, and have sufficient sense to know when I'm going overboard. Had what I did been too much I wouldn't have done it, that'd be cruel and unusual punishment." She had to agree to that, my statement was true. Looking around again I noticed Snape giving me an accusing, livid glare. Oh crap, he knew what I did, time for desperate measures. Mustering all of the courage I had. I marched up to the staff table, turned to face the house tables and summoned up a microphone. "Hello ladies and gentlemen, you may or may not know me from the other night, or perhaps my antics later on. Either way you'll know me now, as I have some entertainment for you. Now I don't' know whether or not you like The Used, but I do, so here's 'All That I've Got'." And I belted it out:
"So deep that it didn't even bleed and catch me
Off guard, red handed
Now I'm far from lonely
Asleep I still see you lying next to me
So deep that it didn't even bleed and catch me I..
I need something else
Would someone please just give me
Hit me, knock me out
And let me go back to sleep
I can laugh
All I want inside I still am empty
So deep that it didn't even bleed and catch me I...
I'll be just fine
Pretending I'm not
I'm far from lonely
And it's all that I've got
I'll be just fine
Pretending I'm not
I'm far from lonely
And it's all that I've got
I guess, I remember every glance you shot me
Un-harmed, I'm losing weight and some body heat
I squoze so hard
I stopped your heart from beating
So deep that I didn't even scream fuck me, I..
I'll be just fine
Pretending I'm not
I'm far from lonely
And it's all that I've got
I'll be just fine
Pretending I'm not
I'm far from lonely
And it's all that I've got
And it's all that I've got
Yeah, it's all that I've got
It's all that I've got
It's all that I've got
It's all that I've got!
So deep that it didn't even bleed and catch me
So deep that I didn't even scream fuck me
I'll be just fine
Pretending I'm not
I'm far from lonely
And it's all that I've got
I'll be just fine
Pretending I'm not
I'm far from lonely
And it's all that I've got
And it's all that I've got
Yeah, it's all that I've got"
Bowing to the scattered applause and shocked expressions, which, to my surprise, brought a considerable amount of catcalls because I'd inadvertently flashed the whole school with my cleavage. Oops, my bad. Moseying on back to my seat I flashed a grin and finger waggle to the staff table, noted happily the shock and disgust of the teachers, and the well masked fury of Snape. Plonking my butt in my seat, I managed to take a sip of pumpkin juice before Hermione grabbed me by the arm and hissed "What was that for, are you trying to get yourself in trouble. What are you trying to prove, that you're a show off?" Taking a well needed swig of pumpkin juice before answering I replied "Hermione, no I'm not trying to prove that I'm a show off, you don't even know how hard that was for me, I don't really enjoy being up in front of people, and normally I don't sing much because I'm awful. But Snape, somehow he knows what I did, that it was me. To be truthful, I don't know why I did it, I guess I was desperate for something to distract from the other thing, but I won't apologize."
Gaping a bit, Hermione said "You aren't awful, you're amazing, that's why there was so few applause, you shocked us all. Though that song was a bit gross, with all of the blood, and swearing, and the other unpleasant details." No, I can't sing, yet here she is telling me I can, she's nuts I swear. So I plastered a disbelieving look on my face and left it at that.
AN: Contrary to my fanfic self, I really can't sing, I'm actually awful. I've been told I'm not very good. I love 'All That I've Got', I've listened to it a billion times in the past couple months