A/N: This is so not how I planned this chapter to go, but every time I tried to change it it kept ending up like this! Sorry if it's not what you were expecting.. it's not what I was expecting, anyway. But since no romance is complete without a little TaySwift, here we go.

I could tell you his favorite colour's green

He loves to argue, born on the seventeenth

His sister's beautiful, he has his father's eyes

And if you ask me if I love him

I'd lie

-I'd Lie, Taylor Swift

December 4

I don't know how rockstars do it. Being a free spirit is exhausting. I got about 5 minutes of sleep last night, because I was all gungho to party it up with Lily. On a Thursday. I was shocked to discover that students actually do this on a regular basis; parties are not, as I had naively believed for my entire Hogwarts career, reserved for Quidditch victories, or, at the very least, weekends.

So I made my way to the dungeons with her last night, where 'all of the hottest parties happen, how could I not know this' (thanks Lily), more prepared than ever to really let my hair down and just relax and stop thinking. Which is not… exactly… what happened. At all.

I'm hopeless.

It's not my fault that I have an incurable fear of getting in trouble; a detention here and there is one thing, but when there is a possibility of expulsion, my imagination tends to take over. It runs rampant, creating a thousand and one scenarios that would end in me getting caught drinking Firewhiskey by McGonagall and being kicked out of school and disowned by my parents and left to die in a sewer in the middle of muggle London.

Which, thankfully, has not happened. Yet.

I had only ever been to Quidditch victory parties before, which I was well aware that the Staff knew about, and were letting slide because it was a 'special, celebratory occasion'. I'm not entirely sure that the Staff know that the majority of Slytherin house breaks the law at least once a week by sneaking illegal substances into the dungeons and consuming them at an alarmingly fast rate.

Lily insisted that we were completely safe, there were numerous silencing charms placed on the room, and anyway, there were so many people there that there was no way we could all get in trouble. But, still.

It's a lot harder to emulate Gertrude when you are terrified and sober at a party, and trying to protect your cousin/best friend from the claws of intoxicated males, and frankly, from herself. Lily sure knows how to let loose. She and some Slytherin bloke who is a 'rival' of hers made a bet on who could snog the most members of the opposite sex before the night was done.

Fairly stupid bet for the bloke to make, seeing as how there were probably 3 times more males in attendance than females, but hey. Some people simply can't resist a challenge. Though I could have done without seeing Lily with her tongue down everyone in Slytherin's throat. She better have won, after all of that. We were there until an ungodly hour, I simply don't understand how these students find it physically possible to stay awake all night snogging everything that moves and then go to classes the next day. It's been torture, I swear, and I didn't even do any snogging.

I could have done without seeing her tongue down Malfoy's throat. Though I suppose I shouldn't have been watching him so closely in the first place; if my eyes hadn't been glued to him all damn night, I might have missed it. But the way his eyes met mine right before… it happened… I felt slightly nauseous. Thank Merlin I hadn't had any Firewhiskey, or I might really have emptied all of my dinner onto the floor right then and there.

Which, you know, ew.

I guess this is my karma for lying. God, I am telling this story so backwards, I'm sorry if you're bewildered and frustrated and basically just all out confused. I am. Anyway, I'll try to get back on track. On the way to the party, Lily, to put it simply, interrogated me. About my feelings. For Malfoy. And I expressly told her, in the most convincing fashion physically possible for a terrible liar like myself, that I had no feelings for him whatsoever except for those of intense disgust and hate.

Which is why I keep snogging him, obviously.

I know Lily wouldn't have snogged him if I'd told her the truth. Even though I'm not entirely sure what that is, or what I really do feel for Malfoy. I know I feel something. Because if I didn't, I wouldn't have desperately wanted to blast my best friend's head off while she was snogging him. That was not a normal reaction.

In fact, there was nothing normal about last night at all. The whole thing was completely wonky and it seemed like I was watching myself from the other side of the room through a funhouse mirror or something. Watching myself desperately try to be something I'm not.

At least I've discovered the problem. They say that's the first step to recovery.

I'm not a doer. I'm a thinker, and a talker, and then a 'think some more'-er. If that makes any sense whatsoever. But all of this running around inside my own head is so exhausting! My brain must be so fit. I bet Lily's is an overweight couch-potato. Okay, that was cruel and I didn't mean it. I can't help it if I have some residual negative feelings towards her; she did just snog the daylights out of the bloke I expressly told her, not half an hour earlier, that I passionately despised. Even though I don't, not really.

Which she should have known, even if I told her otherwise! I'm a rotten liar, I stutter and I blush and I completely overdo it… you know, 'the lady doth protest too much' and all that. But she couldn't have known, she wouldn't do that to me.

Would she?

I officially don't like letting loose. I think, from now on, I will stay in the Library where I'm safe from any and all emotional anguish that comes with partying! Parties have done nothing but make me miserable! And I was miserable last night, I'll tell you that. You know when you have those days when everything just seems to go completely, completely wrong and things that would normally make you smile just make you more irritated?

It was one of those. Who knew getting chucked by my boyfriend would be the best part of my day?

I don't know what I expected from Malfoy, now that I am a single woman and everything. I guess I shouldn't have expected anything; I know how he is. But still, there was that little part of me that was waiting, all night, for him to approach me, say something, maybe just take me right there next to the punch bowl, anything.

How could he have gone from basically stalking me like I was his prey to utterly ignoring me? The one time I did catch him looking my way he was glaring at me, and I think it was a real glare. I tend to over-react, every once in a while, and think that people are giving me dirty looks when, in fact, they are not, but I honestly could feel the anger when he looked at me.

What did I do though?

Perhaps I did something completely horrid to him and then he obliviated me. Or someone stole my Forgetbrall idea and used that on me while I was sleeping so that's why I don't remember doing anything worthy of a glare of that magnitude.

Or, there is always the chance that he was simply glaring at the wall behind me and I have completely misinterpreted the entire situation. That happens slightly more often than I would like to admit.

-Rose Weasley. The Perhaps Obliviated Liar.

A/N: Hmm I don't know where all of the hot single action went. I hope you all still liked it!

Also, there seems to be a whole lot of favouriting and not a whole lot of reviewing... And don't get me wrong, I am so ecstatic that people are reading my story and actually liking it, but I would be even more ecstatic if you could tell me why, or how to make it better. :D

Review if you've ever lied about a crush. :)