A/N: Okay, this is my first attempt at a songfic. I don't really believe in songfics unless they actually REALLY work out well, and I'm hoping this one does. I know that most songfics are in all reality only one-shorts only a bit different; but I'm different myself so I'm doing it in a story kind of way. Each story is a song from Taylor Swift, and you can tell which one by the title of the chapter.

Disclaimer: I am not JK Rowling, I do not own any of the characters... Blah blah blah... The only thing I own is the plot line... Blah blah blah... Credit for the song goes to Taylor Swift for her song White Horse.


Say you're sorry that face of an angel,
Comes out just when you need it to;
As I paced back and forth all this time,
Cause I honestly believed in you.
Holding on the days drag on;
Stupid girl, I should have known.
I should have known...

The nerve of him! The idiot! After the war, we were lucky at ALL that our class was allowed by McGonagall to return to redo our last year; and HE was even luckier to have me! And, yet again, instead of just breaking up with me like any SMART boy would do... But wait, this was Ronald Weasley; the boy who for six years always copied off of WHO'S work? Yeah, mine. At least Harry had the decency to ask me to only check his work.

So instead of doing something somewhat noble, he goes and cheats on me with that skank Brown... AGAIN! And, yet again, I'M the on that caught them!

I'm not a princess,
This ain't a fairy tale;
I'm not the one you'll sweep off her feet,
Lead her up the stairwell.
This ain't Hollywood,
This is a small town;
I was a dreamer before
You went and let me down.
Now it's too late,
For you and your White Horse;
To come around.

I finished wiping away my leftover tears as I walked through the portrait into Malfoy's and my shared Common Room. The last thing I needed was for him to see me crying; it would only give him something to make fun of me about. I lifted my head and stopped short; Blaise was there. We'd been becoming friends since half the time he stopped by, Malfoy was gone and I didn't feel right, making him just sit there and do nothing.

He looked up at me. I tried to plaster a smile on my face to make him think everything was okay. "I know you better than that," he said, reading right through my mask. I removed the fake smile as he bound across the room in four strides and took me into a tight embrace. He knew well enough of Ron and I to know what had happened. "Where was it this time?"

"Moaning Myrtle's Bathroom," I said, barely audible, into his shoulder. The tears that I was trying so hard to hold let loose, again; against my will. "I ended it, Blaise. For good this time. I-I just c-can't do th-this anym-more!" I broke down in my friend's arms, and his grip tightened around me.

And, yet, all I could think about was the day that Ron and I finally kissed during the war; and now I completely regretted the fact that I ever dated him or even kissed him. I should have just let go of my feelings for him forever.

Baby I was naive, got lost in your eyes,
And never really had a chance;
My mistake, I didn't know to be in love,
You had to fight to have the upper hand;
I had so many dreams,
About you and me;
Happy endings,
Now I know...

I cried myself to sleep that night; Blaise making sure that I was in my bed both before he left, and before Malfoy got back from wherever he was.


The next morning at breakfast was hell. I walked through the doors into the Great Hall and the first thing I see is Ron's and Lavender's faces glued together. I, honestly, almost threw up right then and there. So, I sat at the opposite end of the table with Neville, Luna, Dean, and Seamus.

Out of my peripherals, I saw Ginny and Harry stand up simultaniously; Ron's face coming unglued from Lavender's to look at his sister and best friend. She must have said something in a low and threatening voice, and then (with Harry) proceeded to walk over and plop down beside me.

I smiled a half-but greatful-smile at her, which she returned.


"What's wrong with you, Granger?" Malfoy lounged on the couch watching me, just to watch me since he was bored. "You haven't turned the page for almost twenty minutes."

I realized, sadly, that he was correct. I hadn't turned the page, I had just stopped reading and started staring at some point. I sighed. "Nothing," I whispered. "It's not like you would even care, Malfoy."

His smirk fell, and a blush rose slightly. "If only you knew, Hermione," he whispered less audible then I did. I looked up at him, and he chose that moment to quickly look away.

"Did... Did you just call me Hermione?" I said, now completely staring at him in shock.

"Why wouldn't I? I always call you Hermione when I talk to Blaise. Even he's started calling you Hermione." I smiled while he blushed more. "I just want to know what's wrong; you always read when we both are in here. And you, I don't know, just stopped reading entirely. What's wrong?"

I sighed, wiping away an escaped tear quickly, hoping he hadn't noticed; he had. In a second, he was in front of my chair and gently removing the book from my hands. "Hermione?" Malfoy breathed slightly. I sniffed, took a deep breath, and told him (Merlin knows why) about what had been going on; Ron's cheating, and how I was the one always catching him with my own eyes, and how it was finally over for good.

I'm not a princess,
This ain't a fairy tale;
I'm not the one you'll sweep off her feet,
Lead her up the stairwell.
This ain't Hollywood,
This is a small town;
I was a dreamer before
You went and let me down.
Now it's too late,
For you and your White Horse;
To come around.

The following morning was awkward for me, I had spent the night crying in the arms of none other than Draco Malfoy. I walked down to breakfast thoroughly confused on exactly weather I had been drinking last night, though I know for a fact I hadn't.

When I walked through the door to the Great Hall, I was quite greatful that it was Saturday. Mal-Draco was going to be studying until about two o'clock, so Blaise said he'd come stay with me for a while.

But that wasn't what made me question this morning; it was the fact that Ron and Lavender were no where near each other. Lavender was at one end of the table with one of the Patils, and several other Gryffindor seventh year girls; her face red from crying. Ron sat at the other end with no one, looking like her was missing something. I sat in the middle of the table so not to be by either one of them.


"And then I just wound up crying in his arms while telling him what happened between me and Ron!" I had finished telling Blaise what had happened the night before with Draco. "I have no idea what happened to make me want to tell him..."

Blaise started to say something, but was interrupted by a loud pounding on the door. "'Mione? 'Mione, open up!" My face fell, and there was a burning sensation at the back of my eyes; what in the name of Godric Gryffindor did he want? "'Mione," the voice cracked a bit, making it obvious that its owner was in tears. "Please, please, 'Mione! Talk to me!" I opened the Portrait Door, and before me stood none other than Ronald Bilius Weasley.

"What do you want, Ronald?" I snapped. "I'm not in the mood for your games right now." I was fighting harder than ever to keep the tears from spilling over.

And there you are on your knees;
Begging for forgiveness,
Begging for me.
Just like I always wanted,
But I'm so sorry...

"I'm so sorry," he said for the thousandth time. "I'm begging you, 'Mione!" And indeed he was, about after the sixth apology, he had fallen to his knees begging for my forgiveness and to take him back.

The tears had spilled over long ago when I had began constantly explaining to him why I was through forgiving him. Before I could say, again, that I was through forgiving him, we heard someone yell "Weasel!" All three of us turned to see Malfoy walking towards us, apparently done studying. "What in the name of Merlin are you doing in front of my common room? You look like a kneeling servant!"

He looked at me, and saw that I was crying. It was obvious that his temper was now rising, because he was suddenly hollering at Ron. "Weasley, you better get away from my common room before I give you detention for public disruption! And don't think I won't do it either, because I will!"

Ron's eyes filled with anger, also. "Mind your own damn business, Malfoy!"

I quickly wiped away all traces of tears and corrected my posture. "Mr. Weasley," I said with my most Head Girl-ish voice. "You are to speak to your Heads with respect. Detention, Monday night. With the Headmistress, might I add." Ron's face was washed over in shock. "I don't enjoy doing this to my own House, but I will."

Ron looked even more pissed, but at me this time. "I was asking you to take me back and the ferret butts in, and you give me detention?"

"Twenty points from Gryffindor, and another Detention with the Headmistress on Tuesday," I said. Ron began to protest. "Disrespect the Head Boy again and you'll have Detention all next week, Mr. Weasley. You WILL respect the Head Boy, and you will apologize right now before you leave this corridor."

Ron began to protest again, but shut his mouth. "Sorry, Malfoy," he mumbled. Malfoy nodded in acceptance. He returned his gaze to me. "'Mione-"

"I suggest you leave immediately, Mr. Weasley," I said quietly. With one last glance towards me, he left.

Cause I'm not your princess,
This ain't a fairytale;
I'm gonna find someone someday,
Who might actually treat me well.
This is a big world,
That was a small town;
There in my rear view mirror,
Disappearing now.
And its too late for
You and your White Horse;
Now its too late for
You and your White Horse,
To catch me now.

I sat on the couch between the two Slytherins in tears. But it was over for good now, I was done with Ronald Bilius Weasley for good. Both Slytherins were comforting me, my head resting on Draco's-yes, Draco's!-shoulder; each boy with one of my hands.

I sighed. "It's over," I whispered. "For good..."

Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa...
Try and catch me now.
Oh, it's too late;
To catch me now.