Clear the Area- Imogen Heap
What was he doing here? The sound of the heavy knocker hitting the oak echoed in the space around him. Maybe she's not home...maybe she's still at work...I'm leaving. STAY! Neville cursed the Firewhiskey now quickly leaving his bloodstream. He shook his head over and over again, desperately trying to clear his head of everything swirling within it. Neville felt as though if he concentrated on anything so tantalizing as the invitation inside he might vomit. The door creaked open...and the last thing he saw before black was Elspeth's shocked face, mouth open wide.
Michael- Franz Ferdinand
Draco gulped his Firewhiskey so quickly he was sure most of it landed down his front. Hastily, he grabbed a handful of already soggy napkins from the barman and mopped up what he could. Oh my god...what a mistake. He turned on his heel, one hand groping for his keys, the other his cellphone, out the door, gone, home, in bed (alone as usual) when suddenly, he saw him. The boy who lived, his enemy, his lover twirling and flourishing his toned arms in terrible time with the steady oots-oots-oots beat deafening the club. Draco turned again, and then spun 360, weaving and dodging until finally the sticky lipped, sticky haired, sticky hipped object of his deepest desire was right in front of him, almost brushing against Draco's heaving chest. Draco moved closer, slowly, out of breath and dying inside, and reached for Harry's waist. Harry, consumed by music and dance and drink, didn't even bother to turn, but instead rubbed his backside into Draco's ever hardening member. Draco, breathed once, deeply, drinking in the scent of Harry, and took off like a shot into the dark and cold of the club's alley.
Sparks- Coldplay
The cold window pane did nothing to cool the burning heat of Hermione's forehead. Just for good measure, she banged her head against it a few thousand more times. How could she? Ron would never forgive her. How could she betray that loyalty? She closed her eyes again and
thought of the kiss she now regretted with Seamus. The electricity between them was undeniable...
Ready to Run- Dixie Chicks
Fleur liked running. She liked the humanness of it. It was completely boring and uncomplicated, quite the opposite of the magic she loved and hated simultaneously. And now, the thud of her feet hitting her pavement gave her satisfaction, and noise in which to drown her thoughts. Thoughts of what her guests would be thinking of a witch who ran instead of Apparate while fleeing. Thoughts of the expense her parents have just now lost. Thoughts of poor Bill. And, most importantly, thoughts of Fred. Darling Fred, whom this race would save...somehow.
Sleep Tonight- Stars
Ron ran one finger down the end of Hermione's nose. He savoured the softness, the delicateness of her features. Ron loved women. He didn't realize, however, that this was the women he loved the most. Hermione sighed almost imperceptibly and leaned forward into his waiting lips. As they embraced, tears ran down her cheeks, and Ron kissed them away, one by one, tasting the essence of her love for him.
Lover's Spit- Broken Social Scene
One arm around her soft waist, another clasping her surprisingly clammy hand, cheek resting against her forehead; soft, sweet smelling like roses...heaven existed for Harry in Ginny. They turned slowly, not daring to speak for fear of ruining the perfect moment only they could create. Very slowly, Ginny lifted her head and placed her lips on Harry's. They stood frozen in this pose, stopping time, stopping age, stopping the inevitable end of this night. Was this magic, or just perception?