A/N: This is NOT a song fic! It just contains some lyrics. I don't do song fics – never have been able to – though portions of this are inspired by certain songs.

Worth Fighting For

Prologue: And so it was

My 7th year at Hogwarts was supposed to be the best yet, it was the end of an era so to speak; and should lead into finally becoming a true part of the wizarding world. Don't get me wrong, I'm a part of it, I just need the chance to really prove that I belong, because I do ya know! There are those that believe a muggleborn such as myself doesn't belong, yet I've shown them all time and time again over the last 6 years that I can do anything. I have the highest marks in school and there isn't a spell I've found yet that I can't do! So far 7th year was going as expected, Malfoy was being his usual self, Ron was chasing anything with a descent set of legs and big tits, Harry was finally getting to relax; and good old Voldie had disappeared, no one quite knows what happened to him. Then there was me, I'm not that special really, I was studying for Newts in my every spare hour. Whatever else would you think I would be doing? But I planned on having some fun very soon – Yule was coming and I was going home for it!

Chapter 1: And so it happened

The day after Christmas and I'd already ditched the parentals. I was finally growing up, not needing to see them all the time when I came home from Hogwarts. Tonight was my night for fun; I strolled up to the entrance of Platinum – a new club that I found at the end of this past summer – I could already hear the music from outside and my body started to hum to the rhythm of it. I saw that Scotty was standing at the door as always; the 23 year old bouncer stood 6'2", shaggy dirty blond hair and all muscle. He reminded me of a muggle version of Blaise Zabini. Scotty smiles at me as he sees me approach; I always know that if Scotty is working I'll be getting in without a problem!

"Evening Mya!"

"How are you Scotty?" I embrace him in a friendly hug.

"Much better seeing your beautiful face."

"Is there a pool table free in there?"

"Isn't there always? I think you've got a permanent reservation on that back table." Scotty quickly looks me over, seeming to notice I'm not dressed in my usual attire, "are you expecting company tonight, cause you're looking real good?" My attire consisted of a denim mini skirt that only about mid-thigh, a blue paisley halter top, belly chain, and knee high black leather boots with 2inch heels (they're practical that way).

"Not tonight Scotty, just needed some fun, and that music sounds divine!" I could hear the lyrics of Evanescence even through the closed door and unconsciously I started to sway my hips.

"Mya, oh don't do that to me, you know I can't resist!" I watched a shudder flow down his body.

"Well then Darlin' let me in and we won't have any problems!"

Scotty opened the door and ushered my inside the club. If I thought the music was contagious from the outside it was only magnified 10 fold when I entered. I walked straight to the bar, "Margie, Smirnoff Twisted pick a flavor!" Margie handed me apple, she certainly knows me well, it's my favorite flavor, "Thanks Margie, can you send another to the back table in about 15 minutes?" She nodded and I made my way to the back table to begin my usually Friday night!

Pool cue in one hand and drink in the other I sashayed my way to the back to rack the balls. I was just getting ready to break my first set when a favorite song of mine started to play – I may be English but damn I do love Nickelback! Through the first verse I close my eyes and absorb the music.

Here comes the next contestant

BREAK I watch the balls scatter on the table; I sink three balls and line up my next shot as I take a drink.

Is that your hand on my girlfriend?

Is that your hand?

I wish you'd do it again

I'll watch you leave here limping

I wish you'd do it again

I'll watch you leave here limping

There goes the next contestant

I hit the next ball with a little too much force and the cue ball bounces off the table and onto the floor to roll into a corner. The guy sitting in the corner throws it back at me and I mouth thanks. It's then that I realize my next shot gives him a view of my ass; perhaps a black thong and denim skirt wasn't the best thing to wear. I just shrug my shoulders and take my shot. I notice then that Margie brought my second drink over. Damn, had it been 20 minutes already? I walk to the other side of the table and take a long drink off the ice cold liquor. I finish that game fairly quickly, the music can do that to me on occasion, oh my they must have it in for me tonight, Linkin Park too. There's something to be said about American music, they certainly know how to get the blood flowing! Ah damn, bad song, makes me think of school and that ferret! Good thing he isn't here.

Too many times that I've

Held on when I needed to push away

Afraid to say what was on my mind

Afraid to say what I need to say

Too many things that you've said about me

When I'm not around

"Damn him!" I shoot the cue and break the next set! "I'm on fucking holiday and he has to get under my skin even here!"

You think having the upper hand

Means you've got to keep putting me down

But I've had too many stand-offs with you

It's about as much as I can stand

Just wait until the upper hand

IS MINE!

I focus back on my game and my drink as I finish off a second Smirnoff. I signal Margie I need a third, I have a feeling this is going to be a long night and I won't be able to apparate home! The song finishes out as Margie brings me a third drink.

"You better go easy on those Mya, I've never seen you drink them so fast."

"Don't worry Margie, I'll be fine. Aren't I always?"

She just nods and walks back to the bar. I set up the balls for a third game as the guy from the corner walks up behind me and sets a bottle of whiskey on the table next to my arm. His other arms snakes around my middle trying to cop a feel; oh no you don't buddy, I elbow him in the ribs pushing him back. It's then that I notice the whiskey is Ogden's. Muggle bars do not stock wizarding liquor, great, that means bozo here is a wizard, just what I needed on my night of fun.

I whip around to face him, ready to tell him to back off when I notice he's not just any wizard, "What the hell do you think you are doing here?" I'm still holding the pool cue in my hand ready to use it on him if needed.

"What, you aren't happy to see me? You didn't seem too bothered when I tossed that ball back at you, or when you were showing me your lovely ass either!"

"You know damn well that wasn't intended for your pleasure and you need to leave, NOW!"

"Don't think so, Mya," he says my name as though my name should be a secret, "I know who you are, you know who I am and I think a game is in order."

"I've played enough games with you and I'm done, we're done. If I've told you that once, I've told you a thousand times, now leave!"

"One game, one bottle, and I'm gone!" He holds up his hands in defeat, he knows I'll do what I need to in order to get rid of him.

"Fine, but we play by MY rules!"