Not Deathly Hallows Compliant.

A/N: Hello To All! It is I, Lauren, the not so fabulous and amazing. I have decided to write a new story. Now yes, I know I have other stories that I have temporarily 'stepped away from'. Don't worry though; this story will not be left behind. I know better than to have a demanding schedule by which I update, but I have a plan, a completely well thought out outline.

Now to the actual story. This story is a different style than what I usually write. I have written one songfic, which in my opinion, was an amateur attempt. However, I did like the idea of embedding the lyrics into the actual story, instead of just page breaking and adding stanzas. This story is a playlist fic. I spent my evening coming up with a playlist and each chapter will be based on a different song. Now this doesn't mean that the chapter will have every lyric from a song, but it will carry the same general tone and have some important lines (or at least lines that I find important). Well, enough chat, the story must commence.

Disclaimer: Oh, I own nothing. I do not own the Harry Potter characters, and in this chapter, the song Through The Wall was written by The Bobs, or at least to my knowledge it was.

Chapter 1- Through The Wall

The August sun was high in the sky, and Ron was covered from head to toe in sweat. He had been running around town of Ottery St. Catchpole, trying his hardest to distance himself from the Burrow. Ron Weasley had lived at the Burrow his entire life; he was even born within those walls. The Weasleys had found magical means of keeping the multi-story house together, a house that had been built to hold all nine Weasley members. Suddenly, the largest house in Ottery St. Catchpole felt like as small as a tiny tool shed.

It was nearing the end of summer, and Ron had spent the entire time quietly. He knew that his seventh year was fast approaching, and that the end of his childhood was inevitable. Harry and Hermione were staying at the Burrow, as they always had. Ginny was underage and staying at home as well, and Charlie had come home in hopes of peace and quiet after a bad breakup with a fellow dragon trainer. The house only had seven people within its walls, which felt tiny, but Ron couldn't seem to escape what was haunting him.

The entire summer Hermione had been around, around every corner and behind every door. Before the summer had begun, Ron thought this would be the best summer ever. The Golden Trio was maturing and Ron was convinced this would be his summer, his time to be with the girl he truly loved, but something wasn't right. She was absolutely amazing and intelligent; Hermione was some sort of goddess, or at least through Ron's eyes she was. Ron had been waiting for the perfect moment to confront her about his feelings, but there was no proper time. He felt that every time he laid eyes on her, she was growing smarter and prettier, while he had this gnawing feeling in his gut that he was shrinking. Ron had never felt as inferior in his life as he did the summer before seventh year.

In the evenings Ron went down to Fred and George's old room to lie on the bed and think. That was what he told Harry and everyone else who questioned him. Ron wanted a place to think, which was true. But he needed to think about Hermione. Gratefully, Ginny's room was next door to the twins' room, and Ron could listen to Hermione. Ginny was usually out on the Quidditch pitch with Harry until who knows when. Hermione however, stayed inside the house and read, or talked to herself. Ron liked that about her, that she wanted to be away from all the raucous. She even read her books out loud, which Ron figured was a way for her to remember them better.

"I could see you by knocking on the door, but I hear you through the wall." Ron whispered to himself, through strangled hushed tones. He didn't know what he was supposed to do on these nights where he tortured himself, listening to the humble voice of the girl of his dreams.

Ron occasionally fell asleep in the twins' room, but he had found a spell that made his wand act as a muggle alarm clock. Ron knew that Hermione woke up every morning around five 'o' clock to take her shower. He felt odd about it, but he wanted to wake up and listen to her shower singing. He was completely lovestruck and would do anything to hear her, and this was a voice no one else ever got to hear, a Hermione that no one else knew.

As Ron heard the shower clicking off, he would walk down two flights of stairs, which he had figured out over practice, he could walk up the stairs and run into her just as she was walking out of the restroom. Another unique side of Hermione, a girl with wild wet hair and flushed cheeks, this was yet another Hermione that Ron loved.

Hermione loved the summertime. Summer was the season where she could catch up on everything; reading, studying, and being a teenager. She loved the school year, but during summer there was no homework and no professors, Hermione could just be herself. She had been excited to sit around the Burrow, just talking with Harry and Ron, and staying up long nights giggling with Ginny. She and Ron were finally talking again, after the entire Lavender and Cormac debacle. Sadly, death seemed to bring people together, and Dumbledore's death had done exactly that.

Hermione's early wake up schedule gave her perfect ability to still read her books, while having an entire day to hang around with her friends. It also gave her time to spy on Ron. It was true that they were talking to one another again, but it still hadn't been the same. Ron was so clearly perfect, and he didn't seem to have the slightest romantic inclination towards her. Hermione was ecstatic that they were talking again, but she was so tired of waiting for him to make a move. She wanted Ron to ask her out, or even flirt a little, but Hermione was convinced at this point that Ron would never be attracted to her. Even when she walked out of the bathroom in the morning, Ron would just talk to her about the weather.

In the evenings, Hermione told the gang that she was going to read in her room, when in all honesty she wanted to go off to think about Ron. Hermione was quite aware that Ron hid out in Fred and George's old room, but on weekends he would work out, trying his hardest to get in shape for Quidditch season. Hermione would never know the full details of his secret workouts, but she did know that he worked out without a shirt on, a fact she learned by 'mistakenly' walking into his room during his workout claiming to look for a book the twins stole. She would lie on Ginny's bed, which was closest to the wall, and she could feel him working out against the wall. Hermione could only imagine touching him, being with him, but for now, she would just feel him through the wall.

A/N 2: Okay, so I am positive that this isn't my best chapter ever, but I wasn't sure on how to begin this story, so I though I would go for the obvious Ron and Hermione pining for one another without knowing. I would love reviews though! I know my grammar isn't the greatest, but I try.

Oh and if you would like to get the songs from this fic, e-mail me at squeegee_, and I will e-mail you everyday that I post a knew chapter, and you will get the new song.

Last note, I would love a beta-reader so if a beta-reader is reading this and would like to help out, that would be great!