A/N: A Dramoine song fic. I've never written a song fic, but this seemed to fit their relationship & inspire me, so... please R&R! The song is "The Call" by Regina Spektor. Sets are in order, but from paragraph to paragraph kinda jumps around in the song. Lyrics are in [].

Disclaimer: I own nothing. If I did, I'm pretty sure I'd be dating Tom Felton. (What an attractive man. Who plays the hottest fictional character probably ever. *swoon* How fitting.)

I passed him in the halls. He didn't even look at me, only straight through me. And yet I couldn't help but smile when he past, imagining stopping in the halls, randomly talking to him, going into corridors to be alone together. [It started out as a feeling/Which then grew into a hope]

He was on my mind all the time now. We were in the Great Hall, and I should've been talking to my friends, the people who have always been there for me. But I was looking at him, willing him to fall in love with me. [Which then turned into a quiet thought/Which then turned into a quiet word]

I didn't know what was going on in class anymore. I didn't know what was happening to me. Why should he, of all people, have this affect on me! He had no right. [And then that word grew louder and louder/Till it was a battle cry]

I tapped his shoulder. "Draco. I need to talk to you." We headed off into a corridor, and I don't know what happened. [Just because everything's changing/Doesn't mean it's never been this way before]

But I walked into the Great Hall the next day, and I sat next to Draco Malfoy. And I liked it. And he let me. And he asked me out. And I could feel myself falling for him, fast and hard, the best feeling in the world. The feeling of infinity. The feeling of forever. Forever with Draco. Voices were telling me to stop, to get out while I could, calling me crazy, but I blocked them all out. This was right; I could feel it. [Pick a star on the dark horizon/And follow the light]

I dance around my bedroom, quietly singing a song, twirling and twirling. I've never felt this good, I've never been this in love. I've never needed anybody as much as I need you. Say you'll never leave me. Promise me that you won't listen to what anybody says, because this is perfect, this is infinite. [It's just a feeling and no one knows yet/But just because they can't feel it too/Doesn't mean you have to forget]

Infinity's coming to a rapid end. You're showing me a dark mark that's branded into your skin. And it's alive. You're crying, and I can't believe this. You can't possibly be leaving me, not now, not yet, not like this. I'm screaming, "I'm coming with you! I'm not staying here, Draco!"

You're whispering, caressing my face, wiping my tears away while your own fall onto your cheeks. "You can't come, Hermione. I'm not letting you die because you wanted to come. I've got to do this. But I'll come back for you, I swear. I won't leave you here, alone." You crush me to you, because we both know that we don't have much time left, but any amount of time would never be enough. "I love you," he whispers.

"I love you," I say, and I taste tears. [All you can do is try to know who your friends are/As you head off to the war]

Two days later, I tell you goodbye one last time and you vanish, promising me you'll be back sooner than I can believe. This is déjà vu, something that's in million of Muggle of story books that I read when I was a little girl. [You'll come back/When it's over]

But you never do.