Rating:
G
House:
Astronomy Tower
Ships:
Lily Evans/Severus Snape
Characters:
Severus Snape
Genres:
Songfic
Era:
1970-1981 (Including Marauders at Hogwarts)
Stats:
Published: 02/24/2006
Updated: 02/24/2006
Words: 985
Chapters: 1
Hits: 1,583

Teenage Dirtbag

Liana

Story Summary:
A dark boy watches a bright girl through the grass and wonders why she can't be with him.

Chapter 01

Posted:
02/24/2006
Hits:
1,585


Author's Note: 'Teenage Dirtbag' by Wheatus, 2000

Everyone in our Transfiguration NEWT class has the class off so that McGonagall can recover from some sort of heart trouble she had in our last class. Now it's just left me with nothing to do but to sit here at the edge of the lake, thinking of what I can't have.

I look across the lake to see her walking along the water's edge, coming towards where I sit.

Her name is Noel

I have a dream about her

I can remember last night and how only in my thoughts had she been there with me, laughing, smiling, next to me...

She rings my bell

I got gym class in half an hour

Oh, how she rocks

In Keds and tube socks

I smile slightly, seeing her Keds peeking out under her robes as she walks. She might look like a witch from a glance, but if you look deep enough you can see her heritage in small flashes. I don't hate Muggle-borns, no matter what my blood affiliation may be.

But she doesn't know who I am

And she doesn't give a damn about me

She turns her back to me to talk to a friend.

'Cause I'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby

Yeah, I'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby

Listen to Iron Maiden, baby, with me

Oooh...

Her boyfriend's a dick

And there's her bodyguard, his arm around her shoulders like she might fall over otherwise.

He brings a gun to school

He'd simply kick

My ass if he knew the truth

He never lets her alone for ten minutes. How can she stand the git? He's so brainless, so smarmy. She knows that, I've heard her say it a million times.

He lives on my block

We were friends as kids, her boyfriend and I. Not anymore. Now if we pass in the corridor, two meters away, I'm shot down by a curse from him.

He drives an IROK.

He always has the faster broomstick, always the latest model. Always the best in Quidditch.

But he doesn't know who I am

And he doesn't give a damn about me.

We were once friends, but now he doesn't even know my proper first name. I wish I could forget his, but I can't ignore any words that come out of her mouth.

'Cause I'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby

Yeah, I'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby

What kind of seventeen-year-old hids himself in tall grass on a sunny day, watching the pretty redheads go by?

Listen to Iron Maiden, baby, with me

Oooh...

She only sees me as a Potions partner. She probably doesn't think I can ever have fun, ever laugh at anything besides asphodel puns.

Oh, yeah

Dirtbag

No, she doesn't know what she's missing

What does she think she's doing with him? Can he really make her happy? Judging by her smile, I guess so. But I could make her laugh like that if she let me.

Oh, yeah

Dirtbag

No, she doesn't know what she's missing.

It's not fair. He has the advantage, of course. He's known her longer. But he's not in Potions class with us. Sometimes I think I have a chance with her, but I never really do. I try to show her how perfect we could be, but she doesn't see it. He has blinded her.

Man, I feel like mold

It's prom night and I am lonely

I've never been close to anybody, really. I have friends, certainly, but no one to absolutely confide in.

Lo and behold

She's walking over to me

She's seen me, sitting here. Don't let him see...If he knows where I am, he'll hunt me down and hex me. Her eyes reach mine.

This must be fake

My lip starts to shake

How does she know who I am?

Is this even possible? She's walking over here, and he's going back inside with his friends. She's smiling at me, with everyone standing around to see.

And why does she give a damn...

"I've got two tickets to Iron Maiden, baby

I can't believe that she's speaking to me.

Come with me Friday, don't say maybe

Her eyes are so green.

I'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby

Like you.

Oooh...

My voice dies in my throat as I try to say something--anything--to make her stay here with me.

No one's ever bothered to understand me before. They see me as someone who could never change, who will always sulk in the background. But she's looking at me like I'm the only thing that matters to her. Like she knows who I am, instead of what everyone else sees.

Oh, yeah

Dirtbag

No, she doesn't know what she's missing

She reaches out to me and her hand touches mine. Her green eyes sparkle. They're as green as the grass that I'm lying in, face-down. I push myself up and look through the tall grass. There she is. Standing with him and their perfect friends, going about their perfect lives. I wipe the sleep from my eyes and sit up, pulling my bag next to me so I can have some excuse for sitting here: a quiet place to study. She laughs at something he says, and I can't quite describe what my aerobics my stomach goes through. A twist and a snap of something. I hate him.

He holds the hand of the girl who never glanced my way except to be a good Samaritan or to ask me a question about a potion during class. When the bell rings for the end of class every Tuesday, she stands and runs out to the corridor where he always meets her, skipping the last two minutes of his class to be there. It makes her smile, and I can't stand her smiling for him.

Oh, oh

Dirtbag!

No she doesn't know what she's

Missing.