The story starts when it was hot and it
Was summer and…
I had it all, I had right him where I wanted
Him
She came along, got him alone and
lets hear the applause
She took him faster than you could say
“sabotage”
I looked across the hall to the Gryffindor table, where she was feeding him grapes. The sight made me sick. I had been so close, so close to having George ask me out this summer. Then, Stacy Barker moved here from France two weeks after the beginning of the our 6th year, and decided to seduce my crush of 4 years. Total and complete sabotage. I mean really, Stacy and George, George and Stacy? Mrs. Stacy Weasley? Doesn’t George and Aurora sound so much better? I mean imagine: Mrs. Aurora Weasl-
“Hello, Aurora. Have the nargles gotten you again?” Luna placed herself next to me on the bench, and I stopped my frantic glances at George and it.
“I’m afraid so, Luna. They’re all over the place nowadays.” I stated, used to Luna’s crazy theories. Luna started off on a long explanation of nargle reproducing and I zoned out. My eyes drifted over the hall, and I suddenly met Cedric Diggory’s gaze. He lifted his eyebrows at me suggestively, and I sent a scowl at him.
Standing, I declared farewell to Luna, and set off for my first class, Charms. I glanced back at George once more. Stacy glared at me with a smug smirk on her make-up covered face.
I never saw it coming, wouldn’t have
Suspected it
I underestimated just who I was dealing
With
She had to know the pain was beating on
Me like a drum
She underestimated just who she was
Stealing from
“Hey, guys.” I said sliding next to George and across from Fred, at the Gryffindor table that night at dinner. Thankfully, Stacy was not present.
“Hey.” They chorused together.
I groaned. “You guys know I hate it when you do that!” I exclaimed, my auburn hair falling into my face.
Grinning at me, Fred began, “Sorry, Aurora darling don’t get your-”
“Knickers in a twist.” George finished. I rolled my eyes and commanded him to hand me the chicken.
Suddenly, a annoyingly high voice sounded from my right. “Excuse me, but your sitting in my seat.”
I glared into the brown eyes of Stacy. “Pardon? I think only dogs heard you in that tone you were speaking.” I glared back at her. Suddenly, George noticed she was there. Abandoning the prank he and Fred were planning, he jumped up and walked off with Stacy.
I turned back to my plate, perhaps being a bit too violent with my potatoes.
She’s not a saint
And she’s not what you think
She’s an actress, whoa
But she’s better know f
or the things that she does
On the mattress
It seemed as if the whole school had found out about the one-night stand that Stacy had with Drew Jones, a 6th year. At least, everyone in Ravenclaw knew. Poor George had no idea that he was dating a total slag-face-whore-slut-incessant-rhymes-with-witch-
