Written for Kore-of-Myth's Shuffle challenge on HPFC. Basically, turn your music player on and, for each song you hear, write a short drabble based off of it. As part of the challenge is not having to edit, these are a little rough.

"Fearless" – Taylor Swift

Ron flops onto his bed, completely content. He gazes up at the ceiling, trying to describe the moment to Harry.

"We were just working on Divination homework, y'know? And I was making her laugh with my predictions of horrible doom, and she was smiling at me with those beautiful white teeth, and twisting her hands through her hair, and I could tell she was just . . . in the moment.

"Well, anyway, we were inching closer to each other 'till our arms were touching, then our legs, and I just wanted to kiss her, and so . . . I did." Ron smiles. "And then she did this thing where she slid her hand to the back of my head and pulled me to her, and . . . wow. Could this get any better?"

Ron runs his finger over his mouth, tentatively touching his lips as he continues trying to explain the moment. "It's not that it was without awkwardness, Harry, because there definitely was, at least for me. But beyond that, underneath that bumbling oaf Ron that's all anyone can see, tonight I was just . . . completely fearless.

"Lavender brings out that feeling in me, Harry. And I can't wait to feel it again."

"Crushcrushcrush" – Paramore

Hermione furiously stabs her quill into the ink, splattering some onto her previously neat essay, as she tries to avoid looking in the corner where Ron and Lavender are off snogging.

"Sorry, guys," he mumbles a few minutes later, having seen Lavender safely out of the portrait hole. Harry glances cautiously from Hermione, lips pursed and chin jutted out, to Ron, slightly red faced, but trying to hide a grin.

Hermione sees Harry's glance and rolls her eyes. "Honestly, Ron, can't you –" do that to me instead – "do that slightly privately?"

He looks at her, and suddenly a lump rises in her throat. "I'm going upstairs," she snaps, slamming her book shut.

Will we ever be more than this?

"Take That Look Off Your Face" - Andrew Lloyd Webber

It's not love. They don't have that, thinks Hermione frantically. I'd just believe it more if it wasn't for Ron's face.

He's over there with her, grinning goofily, and she wishes she could slap that expression away. Instead, she squeezes her eyes tight shut.

I can see right through you, Ronald Weasley, she thinks. You don't love her, you can't.

Because then you wouldn't love me.

"You Belong With Me" – Taylor Swift

"But Won-Won, it's adorable!" squeals Lavender, fastening the "my sweetheart" necklace around his collar for the umpteenth time.

"Lavender, please," he groans wearily, pushing her hands away.

She makes a pouty face, and Hermione can't stand to watch anymore. After all, how can someone like her compete with someone like Lavender? Lavender is beautiful, while Hermione is intelligent. Lavender has long, silky hair. Hermione's resembles a bush. Lavender is flirtatious. Hermione is a know it all.

Hermione sighs. A guy like Ron would take a girl like Lavender over her any day. Sure, she and Ron can be themselves around each other, but that's not enough. Not for him, anyway. Until it is, all she can do is dream about the day when he wakes up and finds that what he's been looking for has been here the whole time.

She knows he will eventually. After all, despite her many faults, she has one advantage: she's the one who really understands him.

"Stay Beautiful" – Taylor Swift

Ron and Hermione are together now. Lavender sees them sometimes from her apartment window, walking down the road together as they go to work.

She doesn't love him. But he's so handsome and funny, and all the things that drove her crazy when they were dating now just make her skin tingle with wanting him.

He's going to be someone in a few years. People will look up to him, want to be like him.

She'll just want to be with him.

Lavender knows that he's not her's anymore, that he never was. But still, her heart leaps every time the doorbell rings in the afternoon, and always, she hopes it's him, dropping in to see how an old flame's doing.

So, what have I learned from this challenge? That I probably listen to far too much Taylor Swift!!! But, anyway, if you've read this far, I'd love it if you'd take a couple seconds to leave me a quick review.