Disclaimer: I don't own any of the songs or Harry Potter characters, all I own is the plot.(And that's the last you'll see of this.)

A/N: The concept of this is to relay an entire story based off of the songs that stick in my head. Though the story itself will not shift from chapter to chapter, the theme and/or mood of the chapter will; according to whichever song I based it off of.

(i.e. this first chapter will be based off of one song)

I Know You Won't and You Won't Find This by Carrie Underwood

I am creating a hitlist to this story so that you won't have to go searching for each song. I will have the link at the top of each chapter. If you listen to them both back to back the way I wrote them, then it should flow like the chapter. I will not have the lyrics written out in the chapter, but I will have a link on every chapter to the lyrics.

Links:(fill the BOLD words in with the symbols.)

To the playlist: www DOT playlist DOT com SLASH user SLASH 4374791

(just scroll down and press the big play button. I'll update it with a new song everytime I update the story.)

To the lyrics:

wwwDOTazlyricsDOTcomSLASH lyricsSLASHcarrieunderwoodSLASHiknowyouwontDOThtml

wwwDOTazlyricsDOTcomSLASH lyricsSLASHcarrieunderwoodSLASHyouwontfindthisDOThtml

Enjoy and R&R(feedback appreciated, i.e problems, suggestions, etc)...on with the show!!

Hermione was sitting quietly in the corner she had claimed when they first moved in. The corner had drawn her in and wouldn't let go so she just placed a nice comfy reading chair there and wahlah. But the happy times this place was created in had long since disappeared. Hermione stared directly at the book she had abandoned an hour ago, wondering if she had made the right choice by staying with Ron. Hermione had insisted on working, but Ron wouldn't have it. He wanted to provide for her like his father provided for his mother. And Hermione, not wanting a confrontation so early in the relationship, let him. Grudgingly, of course. Ron wasn't suffocating though. He let her finish her education, though she argued it would never be finished.

She huffed at the thought. He LET her. Yeah, right! Then again, Hermione reasoned with herself, she had just listened as he told her it was because he knew she loved learning. Then he kissed her head and walked away. Hermione had been frustrated, but four years later, here she was. More knowledgable but less active. She sighed, shifting slightly as her eyes refocused on the dusty floor. She had stopped cleaning the last day Ron left. Not because he forced her to clean, but because she wanted to see how much dirt could accumulate while he was gone. She loved him and his dreams, but enough had to be enough.

Ron is the greatest Keeper in the country at the moment. His coach boasts that he'll conquer the world next. Too bad he couldn't conquer the small steps it took to Floo home to her. She just wanted to see him, to hear him tell her he loved her and that he wished he was there. But all those lovey-dovey times had gone with the happy ones. As he won more games, she lost more time with him. He used to write to her, constantly telling her about his day, what he was going through as a newbie. But after four years, maybe the shock and awe wore off. Maybe everything just became mundane and reoccuring.

Hermione knew the feeling. She stood, looking longingly down the hallway that led to the front door. She wished he'd appear, that he'd rush down that hallway and whisk her up the stairs. But Hermione had an inkling that he'd be whisking someone else up those stairs. Everytime Hermione asked Harry, who oddly enough had the most contact to him, what Ron was doing, he'd just skirt around the questions. Like the picture on the Daily Prophet. Hermione turned her head from the hallway and looked at the paper on the table.

It was still open to the page that had her sitting in that comfy chair in the first place. Taking a deep breath, Hermione walked over, looking down at the painful moving picture. It was Ron, at an aftergame party. He wasn't drunk as she hoped, he was completely aware as he leaned down slightly, kissing a girl who made it in frame just in time. Hermione didn't know her, but she supposed that was for the best. The picture could have been explained away. But the caption of the picture and the title of the article couldn't. Hermione picked up the paper, her eyes flitting over the words. the caption read: Star Keeper Ron Weasley and his new girl, Starlyn, at the afterparty.

Hermione focused on the words "new girl". So they knew he had her? Hermione read on.

Keeper's New Game by Rita Skeeter

The buzz around the Quidditch field is not the recent upstart of the notoriously terrible team, Chudley Cannons, but the Cannons upstart Keeper's love life. Ron Weasley, the reason for the team great fortune, has been sighted all over with his new squeeze, Starlyn Baker, an exotic dancer at Wicked Witch in Knockturn Alley. He has reportedly been seen shopping with her, going to clubs with her, and even seeing one of her routines. Clark Samson, the proprietor of Wicked Witch, has confirmed these reports. "I've seen 'im all right. He pays twice as much as the other patrons, won't mind if he does come 'round, he's good for business." The recent rumor is that, Starlyn, who was married to playboy Albert Kromwell, heir to the Kromwell fortune, before his unfortunate demise last year, has set her sights on Weasley. As everyone is aware, she received nothing in his will because his father didn't approve of their relationship. But celebrity reporter, Ann Beckett, spoke to me yesterday. "Her past mistakes won't be a problem this time. She obviously has him wrapped around her little finger. So much so he left his long time girlfriend, Hermione Granger, in the dust. The possibility of her getting her dirty hands on his money is tenfold because his parents aren't controlling it, he is." These eyewitness reports solidify the truth, the theories fill out what might happen in the future, but my real question is, what will happen with Miss Hermione Granger when she realizes she was just the back-up plan to a much larger mission? Guess being the Golden Girl doesn't give you everything.

Hermione dropped the paper and walked to her room. Why in heaven's name did she read that? She should of just walked away. What good could Rita Skeeter ever write about her or Ron? And who was this Starlyn? Her name sounded like a stripper name. You know what? Let Ron have her, Hermione thought, if he wants her so much then he can have her. Hermione would be out of this house tomorrow. She'd pack her stuff and leave. She wouldn't even leave a note.

She sighed again as she saw the letters on her desk. She leafed through them, hoping one of them would be Ron. Her parents, junk, Neville, junk, junk, junk. She continued leafing through til she saw something familiar. It was the Hogwarts seal. She grabbed it automatically, all her thoughts about Ron flying out the window. She also grabbed Neville's letter and her parent's. She walked back out of her room and into the living room, sitting back down in the comfy chair.

She opened her parent's letter. Quickly reading it, she deduced that they were having fun in Australia. She'd found them a year after the Final Battle and reversed her spell. She explained everything to them and they understood, so happy with her that they agrred to stay in Australia until further notice. The Ministry hadn't found all the renegade Death Eaters and so she didn't feel safe with them unprotected.

Next she opened Neville's letter. It was a copied one, she could tell. Most likely because he had taken up the position of Herbology Professor and had a lot on his plate. It explained about his new position and how he loved it, hoping they'd come and visit. Hermione smiled, happy for him.

Slowly, Hermione laid down Neville's letter and picked up the Hogwarts one. She was shaking and she didn't know why. Hermione opened the letter, sucking in what air she could as the seal broke. When she finally opened it completely she saw McGonagall's handwriting. She let go of the breath she was holding and read.

Dear Miss Granger,

I was so pleased to hear you had passed your exams and completed the needed courses to become a teacher. I apologize for not writing sooner but I am very busy. A new postion has opened at this grand school. Professor Slughorn refuses to return and no one wants to take up the Defense Against the Dark Arts class still. I know that Professor Snape will be in no shape to teach so I fear by the 1st of September, I will be a few teachers short. I am writing to implore you to consider either post. Please come to the school tomorrow at noon so that we may talk and hopefully come to an agreeable solution.

Yours Truly,

Minerva McGonagall

Hermione read the letter once more to make sure she was seeing what she thought. Severus Snape was alive? She'd been couped up in this house for so long she hadn't even realized something that big. And why didn't Harry or Ginny or someone tell her? Why didn't Neville write it in his letter. Hermione walked over to the paper she'd left and flipped through it. She saw nothing about Snape. She walked over to the larger, older pile of papers she'd yet to get rid of. Just like the dirt, she wondered how long the papers could accumulate before Ron came home.

She flipped through every paper til she found something. A small article that simple said,

From the Dead

Hermione read the small article that was between the advert for a child's game and the list of cities the Weird Sisters were playing. It only stated that the former, now current, Potions Master at Hogwarts was alive and wished to be left the hell alone. In answer to the question of how could he possibly be alive, he merely pulled out his wand and pointed it between the interviewer's eyes. The article says the current Minister of Magic, Kingsley Shacklebolt allowed only a one hundred word report and that if there was anymore hubbub or flocks of reporters he'd put everyone of them in Azkaban.

Blinking, she giggled. She was finally giddy for the first time in what felt like years. She was being offered a job at Hogwarts, she had just found out the man she thought she saw die, was actually alive, and she had finally made up her mind. She was going to leave Ron. She grinned, jumping to her feet and writing an accectance to the meeting. After sending it, she happily twirled to the kitchen. She grabbed what was to be Ron's dinner and tossed it in the trash, then she waltzed back to her room. She'd have to be well rested tomorrow if she was going to Hogwarts. It was time to let go of the things in this house that had been keeping her down. It was time to do what she wanted.

A/N: Tell me what you think my lovely readers.