Choices, Decisions, Lies, Loves
Holding on
I'm sitting here by myself
But I don't want to feel this way
I've been missing
I've been missing your love
There's never been nobody so good
You're so special to me
I'm not losing
I'm not losing your love
I always thought
That I could do my own thing
But I didn't know
What your love would bring
Since you came along
Baby I've been holding on
Since you came along
Baby I've been holding on
I was in one of the dungeons; it was cold and dark, and lifeless.
Malfoy apparated next to me.
"Come." He said.
"I'm some dog you can order around like 'sit' and 'come' and 'stay'" I said spat out, disgusted.
"You could of fooled me," Malfoy said, "Your so much of a bitch already."
I got angry, I stood up and was about to go off at Malfoy in a huge way but he pointed his wand at me.
"Come now."
I followed him into what must be his room.
He sat down on a bed and beckoned for me to sit next him.
I sat, I was so afraid of him; he seemed so powerful.
"Now, Granger." He said, "We have some things to discuss."
"Get away from me." I said.
"Granger that's not very nice."
"I hate you," I said, "I hate you so much; I hate what you did to Harry."
"I didn't do anything to Harry," Malfoy objected. "He is now one of the Dark Lords, I am the other."
"Then why don't you just kill me?" I asked.
"Because that wouldn't be any fun." He smirked, "We're going to play a little game first."
"I thought you said you'd make me a deal."
"The game is the deal."
"What'll be then," I said sarcastically, "Twister or Cluedo?"
"Not that kind of game," he said, "A different sort of game."
He moved closer to me, "You know Granger, you are quite pretty and I can't just let you go so I thought instead of just making you my slave or something we could play a game where you could win back your freedom."
"What game?"
"One that Harry and I invented, it's quite simple really." He smiled at me, "What happens is Harry and I make doubles of ourselves- realistic talking walking doubles- and you spend two weeks with each real person and double."
"What else?" I asked.
"Well the doubles and the real people will be quite alike- at the end of the eight weeks you need to guess who is real."
I stood up, "I'm not taking any of this shit!" I yelled, and made a break towards the door.
"Ah Granger no." Malfoy said, "The doors are magicked shut, you can't get out."
I stood still, I couldn't get out, I didn't have my wand, I was alone with Malfoy and I was probably going to die unless I played this stupid game.
"Now Granger, what should we play for?" Malfoy said, "I think if you win, we set you free. But if you lose, you have to be our slave- forever."
I shuddered, what if I lost? But then again if I didn't play then I'd be Malfoy's slave- I wanted to see Harry.
"Fine." I agreed and Malfoy smirked.
"I knew you'd come around." He said.
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I cried myself to sleep- I'd been put by Malfoy in a room with a bed and bathroom but I couldn't escape.
I let my tears flow- Ron was dead. Or missing. Or even both.
I was stuck.
I hate Malfoy! I hate him! Ron was gone- he didn't even care that my best friend was gone. Ron was always so sweet and although we fought I loved him- I wanted to be with him. Ron cared about me and what I cared about- he helped me even if he wasn't interested.
Ron cared- he cared a lot. While Harry was always off saving the world Ron saved me from worrying.
The worst time was when Harry saved the Philosopher's stone- Harry went forward through the flames and I went back to help Ron. Ron was just laying there on the cold stone- his head was bleeding and his hair was all messed up. When I first saw him I thought he was dead- his body so still and lifeless that I screamed and ran to him, my hair flying. I tripped and stumbled, cracking my leg on a chess piece but I didn't care- I just got up and ran to Ron. Ron was laying on the floor covered in dust and blood. He was laying face down and as I knelt down I saw fragments of the chess horse- an eye, lying forlorn amongst the rubble and a piece of a leg.
I tried to turn Ron over and he let out this long moan so I stopped and just held his hand for a long time. I managed to turn him onto his back eventually and when I did I got a shock- his face was covered with blood from a wound on his head, his hair was mattered with blood too. He had a black eye that was almost completely shut and the other eye was bloodshot. His legs and arms were grazed and bleeding too but it was nothing compared to his face. His robes were ripped and he looked so bad but he still managed to look at me and whisper "'Mione." That became my nickname after that- only to Ron though. He always called me it when we were alone- Harry never even new.
I threw myself on him and cried- "You're all right," I kept saying. Ron was shocked but glad- he was a bit surprised too. I helped him by ripping some of my robe and wrapping it round his head; we hobbled out of the chess room and collected a broom from the flying room. I got on at the front and help got on the back, holding my waist tightly.
We managed to get Hedwig and send an owl to Professor Dumbledore then being found by Professor McGonagall and being taken to the hospitable wing.
Harry was the hero and we got house points but from then on Ron called me 'Mione.
He kissed me for the first time in fourth year. Harry had to go done to the Quidditch pitch for the tournament and no-one was in the common room but us and he sat next to me in an armchair and kissed me. He kissed me again over the summer- we were at Grimmald Place the whole time and apart from cleaning there was nothing to do. We weren't really 'going out' because there was nowhere to go but I guess we both took it for granted we were boyfriend and girlfriend but that we weren't going to tell anyone.
Fred knew though- he apparated in Ron's room once. Ron told him that if he told anyone we'd tell Alicia Spinnet the colour of his underwear.
I miss Ron so much- I cried and cried and cried. Was he really gone? I didn't know, Malfoy said all the Weasleys were dead- and I believed him for some reason.
Ron was always there for me and he protected me- he even put up with my 'homework charts' and everything.
I knew I was only 16 but I loved Ron- he made me feel special by just even smiling at me. Whenever I was near him I felt happy and beautiful.
He always felt outdone by Harry and when he and I got Prefect he told me that no one ever noticed him because everyone knew Harry. We spent a lot of time together and I can still remember that Christmas at Grimmald Place.
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"Ron!" I giggled,
"What?" Ron said spinning round, "What's wrong?
"Nothing," I said still giggling, "It's nothing, really."
"Oh really? It's nothing is it?" He said diving at me and pushing me backwards onto the bed.
I lay there still giggling with him, then someone next door put some music on, and as we hear the first few beats of the song I pull Ron up and we start to dance.
Ron twirls me around and we laugh as the artist sings.
I don't get to see you that often But here we are again and it's Christmas time When you flirt you are relentless How I love to be defenceless Yeah once again you corner me Once again I do believe
That I'd
Never write a song about you All the same I play game Till your boyfriend looks so ah No I'd never write a song about you Cause it shows I think he knows That you've taken me over again
Roll it back again to the beginning You roll up in my grill And it's Halloween You think you're cute without your costume And you caught me in the fog room You say you don't like my attitude I bet your boyfriend thinks it's rude
I'd
Never write a song about you All the same I play game Till your boyfriend looks so ah No I'd never write a song about you Cause it shows I think he knows That you've taken me over again
You don't seem to like my new girlfriend So now it's not the same Cause I won't play your game And you say it doesn't matter But you hold on me and shatter So once again you corner me And once again I do believe
That I'd
Never write a song about you Never write a song about you Never write a song about you Never write a song about you
Cause I'd
Never write a song about you All the same I play your game Till your boyfriend looks so ah No I'd never write a song about you Cause it shows I think he knows That you've taken me over again
We continue to dance and Ron sweeps me down close top the floor on one leg like the ballroom dancers do. My hair is touching the floorboards and Ron pulls me up.
I hear a twinkle and look up, mistletoe is hanging there.
"That wasn't there a second ago." I say.
"It's magical appearing mistletoe." Ron says.
He kisses me and then we dance again as the person next door plays the song again.
"I love you." I whisper.
"I love you too." He replies.
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I cry again, where is Ron? I love him.
I want Ron to hear me,
"Baby, I'm holding on." I whisper.
***REVIEW!!! NOW!!! Well read this first but then REVIEW!! Ok?
Disclaimer- I wish I owned them, I wish I owned them, Hey, maybe if I wish hard enough I'll get Heath Ledger:P I wish I owned Heath, I wish I owned Heath, :P
The song at the start 'Holding On' is by (Don't roll your eyes) Bardot.
The other song 'I'd never write a song about you' is by Wheatus.
I was looking through all my old cds for songs and thought that Holding was a good choice. If you have any suggestions for songs please email the name of the song, the artist, and the lyrics if you can get them. My email is heath_lover001@yahoo.com.au.
REVIEW!!!
Luv yas
Loza (hEAtH-LovER)
Holding on
I'm sitting here by myself
But I don't want to feel this way
I've been missing
I've been missing your love
There's never been nobody so good
You're so special to me
I'm not losing
I'm not losing your love
I always thought
That I could do my own thing
But I didn't know
What your love would bring
Since you came along
Baby I've been holding on
Since you came along
Baby I've been holding on
I was in one of the dungeons; it was cold and dark, and lifeless.
Malfoy apparated next to me.
"Come." He said.
"I'm some dog you can order around like 'sit' and 'come' and 'stay'" I said spat out, disgusted.
"You could of fooled me," Malfoy said, "Your so much of a bitch already."
I got angry, I stood up and was about to go off at Malfoy in a huge way but he pointed his wand at me.
"Come now."
I followed him into what must be his room.
He sat down on a bed and beckoned for me to sit next him.
I sat, I was so afraid of him; he seemed so powerful.
"Now, Granger." He said, "We have some things to discuss."
"Get away from me." I said.
"Granger that's not very nice."
"I hate you," I said, "I hate you so much; I hate what you did to Harry."
"I didn't do anything to Harry," Malfoy objected. "He is now one of the Dark Lords, I am the other."
"Then why don't you just kill me?" I asked.
"Because that wouldn't be any fun." He smirked, "We're going to play a little game first."
"I thought you said you'd make me a deal."
"The game is the deal."
"What'll be then," I said sarcastically, "Twister or Cluedo?"
"Not that kind of game," he said, "A different sort of game."
He moved closer to me, "You know Granger, you are quite pretty and I can't just let you go so I thought instead of just making you my slave or something we could play a game where you could win back your freedom."
"What game?"
"One that Harry and I invented, it's quite simple really." He smiled at me, "What happens is Harry and I make doubles of ourselves- realistic talking walking doubles- and you spend two weeks with each real person and double."
"What else?" I asked.
"Well the doubles and the real people will be quite alike- at the end of the eight weeks you need to guess who is real."
I stood up, "I'm not taking any of this shit!" I yelled, and made a break towards the door.
"Ah Granger no." Malfoy said, "The doors are magicked shut, you can't get out."
I stood still, I couldn't get out, I didn't have my wand, I was alone with Malfoy and I was probably going to die unless I played this stupid game.
"Now Granger, what should we play for?" Malfoy said, "I think if you win, we set you free. But if you lose, you have to be our slave- forever."
I shuddered, what if I lost? But then again if I didn't play then I'd be Malfoy's slave- I wanted to see Harry.
"Fine." I agreed and Malfoy smirked.
"I knew you'd come around." He said.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
I cried myself to sleep- I'd been put by Malfoy in a room with a bed and bathroom but I couldn't escape.
I let my tears flow- Ron was dead. Or missing. Or even both.
I was stuck.
I hate Malfoy! I hate him! Ron was gone- he didn't even care that my best friend was gone. Ron was always so sweet and although we fought I loved him- I wanted to be with him. Ron cared about me and what I cared about- he helped me even if he wasn't interested.
Ron cared- he cared a lot. While Harry was always off saving the world Ron saved me from worrying.
The worst time was when Harry saved the Philosopher's stone- Harry went forward through the flames and I went back to help Ron. Ron was just laying there on the cold stone- his head was bleeding and his hair was all messed up. When I first saw him I thought he was dead- his body so still and lifeless that I screamed and ran to him, my hair flying. I tripped and stumbled, cracking my leg on a chess piece but I didn't care- I just got up and ran to Ron. Ron was laying on the floor covered in dust and blood. He was laying face down and as I knelt down I saw fragments of the chess horse- an eye, lying forlorn amongst the rubble and a piece of a leg.
I tried to turn Ron over and he let out this long moan so I stopped and just held his hand for a long time. I managed to turn him onto his back eventually and when I did I got a shock- his face was covered with blood from a wound on his head, his hair was mattered with blood too. He had a black eye that was almost completely shut and the other eye was bloodshot. His legs and arms were grazed and bleeding too but it was nothing compared to his face. His robes were ripped and he looked so bad but he still managed to look at me and whisper "'Mione." That became my nickname after that- only to Ron though. He always called me it when we were alone- Harry never even new.
I threw myself on him and cried- "You're all right," I kept saying. Ron was shocked but glad- he was a bit surprised too. I helped him by ripping some of my robe and wrapping it round his head; we hobbled out of the chess room and collected a broom from the flying room. I got on at the front and help got on the back, holding my waist tightly.
We managed to get Hedwig and send an owl to Professor Dumbledore then being found by Professor McGonagall and being taken to the hospitable wing.
Harry was the hero and we got house points but from then on Ron called me 'Mione.
He kissed me for the first time in fourth year. Harry had to go done to the Quidditch pitch for the tournament and no-one was in the common room but us and he sat next to me in an armchair and kissed me. He kissed me again over the summer- we were at Grimmald Place the whole time and apart from cleaning there was nothing to do. We weren't really 'going out' because there was nowhere to go but I guess we both took it for granted we were boyfriend and girlfriend but that we weren't going to tell anyone.
Fred knew though- he apparated in Ron's room once. Ron told him that if he told anyone we'd tell Alicia Spinnet the colour of his underwear.
I miss Ron so much- I cried and cried and cried. Was he really gone? I didn't know, Malfoy said all the Weasleys were dead- and I believed him for some reason.
Ron was always there for me and he protected me- he even put up with my 'homework charts' and everything.
I knew I was only 16 but I loved Ron- he made me feel special by just even smiling at me. Whenever I was near him I felt happy and beautiful.
He always felt outdone by Harry and when he and I got Prefect he told me that no one ever noticed him because everyone knew Harry. We spent a lot of time together and I can still remember that Christmas at Grimmald Place.
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"Ron!" I giggled,
"What?" Ron said spinning round, "What's wrong?
"Nothing," I said still giggling, "It's nothing, really."
"Oh really? It's nothing is it?" He said diving at me and pushing me backwards onto the bed.
I lay there still giggling with him, then someone next door put some music on, and as we hear the first few beats of the song I pull Ron up and we start to dance.
Ron twirls me around and we laugh as the artist sings.
I don't get to see you that often But here we are again and it's Christmas time When you flirt you are relentless How I love to be defenceless Yeah once again you corner me Once again I do believe
That I'd
Never write a song about you All the same I play game Till your boyfriend looks so ah No I'd never write a song about you Cause it shows I think he knows That you've taken me over again
Roll it back again to the beginning You roll up in my grill And it's Halloween You think you're cute without your costume And you caught me in the fog room You say you don't like my attitude I bet your boyfriend thinks it's rude
I'd
Never write a song about you All the same I play game Till your boyfriend looks so ah No I'd never write a song about you Cause it shows I think he knows That you've taken me over again
You don't seem to like my new girlfriend So now it's not the same Cause I won't play your game And you say it doesn't matter But you hold on me and shatter So once again you corner me And once again I do believe
That I'd
Never write a song about you Never write a song about you Never write a song about you Never write a song about you
Cause I'd
Never write a song about you All the same I play your game Till your boyfriend looks so ah No I'd never write a song about you Cause it shows I think he knows That you've taken me over again
We continue to dance and Ron sweeps me down close top the floor on one leg like the ballroom dancers do. My hair is touching the floorboards and Ron pulls me up.
I hear a twinkle and look up, mistletoe is hanging there.
"That wasn't there a second ago." I say.
"It's magical appearing mistletoe." Ron says.
He kisses me and then we dance again as the person next door plays the song again.
"I love you." I whisper.
"I love you too." He replies.
&*&*&*&*&*&*&*FLASHBACK*&*&*&*&*&*&*&
I cry again, where is Ron? I love him.
I want Ron to hear me,
"Baby, I'm holding on." I whisper.
***REVIEW!!! NOW!!! Well read this first but then REVIEW!! Ok?
Disclaimer- I wish I owned them, I wish I owned them, Hey, maybe if I wish hard enough I'll get Heath Ledger:P I wish I owned Heath, I wish I owned Heath, :P
The song at the start 'Holding On' is by (Don't roll your eyes) Bardot.
The other song 'I'd never write a song about you' is by Wheatus.
I was looking through all my old cds for songs and thought that Holding was a good choice. If you have any suggestions for songs please email the name of the song, the artist, and the lyrics if you can get them. My email is heath_lover001@yahoo.com.au.
REVIEW!!!
Luv yas
Loza (hEAtH-LovER)