Chapter 1: Come on Get Higher.
Night seemed to fall fast upon 12 Grimmauld Place. The pounding September rainstorm only furthered the effect that a dark shadow was spreading over the Wizarding World. Harry Potter sat on a couch in the living room, musing over the mission he had officially embarked upon hours before. Hunting down these Horcruxes wasn't going to be easy, but someone had to destroy Voldemort and everyone said it was he who had the power to do so.
He glanced around the room, hoping to find something that could ease his mind. His eyes finally fell on a Muggle guitar in the corner. Instantly, his thoughts wandered back to a memory from two summers before. Sirius had taught him to play that guitar. Harry slowly picked up the instrument. He found a chord, conjured a pick out of thin air with his wand and began to play a tune he had heard on the radio a few nights before at the Burrow. He even sang along:
I miss the sound of your voice and I miss the rush of your skin. And I miss the still of the silence as you breathe out and I breathe in. If I could walk on water, if I could tell you what's next, I'd make you believe, I'd make you forget. So come on, get higher, loosen my lips, faith and desire and the swing of your hips, so pull me down hard and drown me in love…
Meanwhile, in an upstairs bedroom, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger were discussing the Horcrux mission.
"It's going to be so dangerous," Hermione wondered. Ron nodded in agreement.
"We could die, you know," he added. Now it was Hermione's turn to nod.
Just then, the ghost of a tune flowed up to them from somewhere downstairs. They could just make out the melody and lyrics. As he listened, Ron realized that this was the chance he had been looking for for a long time: to tell Hermione that he was in love with her.
"Hermione," he began slowly. "Since we don't know if we are going to come out of this alive, I need to tell you something."
"I'm not afraid to die." Hermione said, interrupting his train of thought. "I've been dying a little bit every day since you came into my life."
Ron's heart almost stopped. "What are you talking about?"
She looked at him with a sad smile. "I love you," she said quietly.
"Y-You love me?" Ron repeated in amazement.
Hermione looked at him quizzically. "Something wrong? I'm sorry, I-"
"No, it's alright, it's just that…I was going to tell you the same thing."
Hermione smiled and hesitantly leaned forward. Ron stretched towards her and for the first time, their lips met.
The kiss escalated quickly, as if they were trying to put a lifetime of bottled up feelings into it. Ron unbuttoned his shirt and cast it aside.
"Let's let ourselves go, Hermione," he panted. "We may never get another chance to do this."
And though it was not in her nature to let loose, Hermione followed his lead, casting a Muffliato charm around the room. Their clothes fell away. Ron captured Hermione's lips into another kiss and lowered their two naked bodies back onto the bed. There, they began to make sweet love…
Back in the living room, Harry continued to play the Matt Nathanson tune, completely oblivious to the effect it was having on his two best friends or the actions it had set in motion. He finished strong, feeling so much better than he had a few minutes prior:
So come on, get higher, come on get higher, cause everything works, love. Everything works in your arms.