You're Beautiful

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or the song 'You're Beautiful'. Credit for both of those go to J.K. Rowling and James Blunt

A/N: I apologise if everything is all over the place. Anyway, enjoy, read, vote and review ^_^

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"My life is brilliant.

My life is brilliant."

Being a Malfoy, you think you have it all, that everyone should bow down to you. Well yes I do think so, but since the Dark Lord's defeat, keeping your head low is the best idea, so on September 1st, getting onto the Hogwarts Express was only to try an blend in and hope for an easy year.

"I saw an angel.

Of that I'm sure.

She smiled at me on the subway."

Looking around and seeing everyone you grew up with looking at you with hate has this effect on you. It's not an easy feeling to describe. Walking through the halls and having people glare instead of cower in fear. It seems almost comical! When you walk past the 'Golden Gits', they should all stare at you; Weasel with a glare, Potter with his stupid pity and Granger... She held no glare, only a small smile

"She was with another man.

But I won't lose no sleep on that,

'Cause I've got a plan."

She always kept to her annoying little habits she did; always in the library, the first to raise her hand, biting her lip when she was frustrated... Since when are you meant to notice those tiny details?

Sure she was with Potty and the Weaselette but if the rumours are true, she's going out with the Weasel! Out of everyone she knows, why the Weasel. She can do so much better than him! She needs someone who can challenge her, match her for wit. It's most definately not jealousy talking, it's simply common sense!

"You're beautiful. You're beautiful.

You're beautiful, it's true.

I saw your face in a crowded place"

I'd never noticed before, but from my usual place in the Great Hall, I could see the entire Gryffindor table, and I sat right across from Granger, not that she ever noticed but still, it's sorta fun watching her tell off Weasel for his atrocious table manners, not that he seemed to care. More interested in the chicken being stuffed into his mouth...the poor creatures. Why waste her time reprimanding him when he'll never listen.

"She could see from my face that I was, Flying high"

'SLYTHERIN LEAD 120-90!' was blaring from the microphone, Lovegood had finally managed to get a grip on commentating (thank Salazar!) just in time for the final game of the year, Gryffindor vs Slytherin and I was determined not to lose. To many times had Potter gotten the best if me, but not this time! Playing Quidditch takes more effort than it looks so of course you're going to stop for a breather but you don't normally expect jeering from behind you.

'Oi Malfoy learn to ride why don't you!' Weasley... Of course it's Weasley why wouldn't it be. At least Potter had enough sense to not place the weasel on his team this year. That would just be downright shameful and embarrassing.

'Ronald! Just stop please. Look Malfoy, Ron is sorry for what he said aren't you Ron!?' Both myself and Weasley stared at the little bookworm. Was she just defending me? No she couldn't have...could she? 'Yeah sure whatever Malfoy' was the grumbled reply of the redhead. How unsophisticated of him!