• Daydreamer– Adele

A jaw dropper,
looks good when he walks,
is the subject of their talk,
He would be hard to chase,
but good to catch,
and he could change the world,
with his hands behind his back,

I studied him closely, a rare moment that I really got the chance to just look. His skin was pale, delicate, and I urged to touch him, just brush my fingers against his cheek and drink his aura. I can feel myself smiling slightly, admiring the way his hair curled at the nape of his neck and I just wanted to wrap my finger around a lock of it.

My body ached, ached with the ghost of him that kept me going. I could count every treasured moment that I encountered him, hugged him, caught his smile, smelt his scent, anything…

• Rosé– The Feeling

Rosé,
I love ya,
especially today,
Rosé,
I love your delicate way.

She played so delicately that it was a surprise that she was even touching the keys at all. I, however, was very heavy handed and she giggled slightly at me, not out of spite, but because she thought it was endearing that I was trying – or so I guessed.

I tried, I tried so hard, but I guess nothing comes as naturally to me as it does to Hermione, spells, charms, music, art… the list is endless. It would make anyone lose their self esteem, but not me. Truth is, I was hopeless, irrevocably, undeniably, helplessly in love with Hermione. And that's the first time I've ever, ever admitted so.

• Two Words Collide– Demi Lovato

She was scared of it all, watching from far away,
She was given a role, never knew just when to play,
And she tried to survive,
living her life on her own,
always afraid of the throne,
but you've given me strength to find home.

I felt so guilty about splinching Ron that I don't think I ever forgave myself, not even now. He could easily have died, but I suppose any of us could have. If I could go back and be more careful, run faster; make more polyjuice, all those things I've scrutinised over when it was my turn to keep watch.

I sat on the edge of his bed, his face pale and weak, contrasting with his vibrant ginger locks. I brushed my hands through them as he drifted in and out of sleep, his arm bandaged tightly and placed carefully in a sling.

"I'm so sorry," I whispered, taking his good hand in mine and brushing my fingertips gently over the back of his hand.

His eyelids fluttered open and he broke into a lopsided grin, the one I loved so much.

"Never thought I'd hear you apologise…" He smiled.

• Fallin' – Sam Little

I got fallin' down to a tee,
when I go down you know there's no stopping me,
but I'll catch my breath and eventually I'll catch my death,
but you know you wont catch me.

I felt warm inside, whenever she was around me, and as I reflected, on the time I spend in bed recovering, it made me realise I'd always loved her. How stupid could I have been? To let it pass me by for so long, if I had just realised before…

I want to tell her, of course I do, I feel like I'm hiding the world's best kept secret, and hiding it badly. Every time she touches me I feel a jolt of electricity run through me. I want to be near her, she calms me, stops me thinking about Ginny, or Fred, or George, or Mum, she stops me thinking altogether.

That's why when I saw her walking down the hill with Harry, whispering together, only making out the tiniest of words because the sound of my rapid heart beat was taking over. I couldn't believe my eyes and in a split second, my heart shattered.

• Parachutes– Charlie Simpson

I'm so sorry for the pain,
Sorry for the aches,
Sorry for the moods I'm swinging.
But I don't need your hand,
I don't need your heart,
I don't need a parachute.

I knew the root of Ron's behaviour was all down to the locket. It affected all of us but his emotions were compromised way more than ours. I felt for him, because he really shouldn't have been wearing it, and he was weak to begin with. But we didn't want him to feel like an outsider, more than he already felt.

As soon as he started at Harry I knew that this trip was going to be awkward afterwards, or that one of them would leave. I just didn't want it to be him.

I ran after him, injuring myself on the cobbles as I hurried after him, pleading and beginning with him, without shame, to stay.

"Ron please!" I cried, tugging on his arm as I caught up with him, "RON!"

"Get off, Hermione!" He shrugged me off, "I can't believe that even for a second…" I thought for a moment he was going to lose it, "I don't even know what to say to you,"

"Ron, please don't go!"

"You think I'm going to stay after what I saw?"

"Ron, that's nothing, I told you, it's nothing,"

"Hermione… I thought…" He trailed off and I could have sworn I saw tears in his eyes. But apparently he couldn't bare to look at me for another moment and disapparated before I could protest. I collapsed into tears.

• Vienna– The Fray

Maybe in five or ten yours and mine will meet again,
Straighten this whole thing out,
maybe then honesty need not be feared as a friend or an enemy,
but this is the distance,
and this is my game face.

As soon as I disapparated I wanted to return, but I knew that I couldn't. I had ruined it for myself, and for Hermione. I can't bare to think of what she thought of me now. I couldn't go home, because no doubt everyone was in hiding, plus if the Death Eaters were following me, I'd put everyone in danger. I disapparated again and found an inn where I could stay.

Hermione had no idea where I was, I couldn't contact her without getting caught, not that I'd know where to send the letter to. I was feeling pretty sorry for myself, and I had no double that she'd choose Harry over me after this disappearing act I'd pulled on them.

I was such a bad friend, how could I just leave my two best friends like that? I'm pretty sure my act of betrayal would never be forgiven.

• Take It All– Adele

But go on and take it,
Take it all with you,
Don't look back,
At this crumbling fool,
Just take it all,
With my love,
Take it all,
With my love,

I hadn't been sleeping at all well lately, and as I lay in the bath I could have fallen asleep at a moments notice. A bath, a rare luxury that I normally took for granted – but the inn was cheap and our bodies were shot. Neither of us had been sleeping well, of course, Harry couldn't stop thinking about the trails that lay ahead for him, and I couldn't help but worry for him, worry for Ron and worry for just about everyone else.

I found my thoughts of Ron were what clouded my mind mostly. I was angry at him for leaving, but at the same time I would do anything, give anything in this world, just to send him a letter without our covers being blown.

I wanted to talk to him; my mouth ached because conversation with Harry wasn't the same. My heart ached, because I hadn't had to chance to straighten things out with Ron before he left, to tell him that it wasn't Harry, but in fact him, that I had been thinking about for so long. I just wish he knew.

• Holding My Own– The Darkness

'Cos I'm holding my own,
Give or take a tear or two,
I'm holding my own,
No matter what I put myself through.

I don't know whether I had ever expected Ron to return. I was just taking things a day at a time, and when Harry awoke me early that morning, and I'd seen Ron standing there holding the broken locket and the sword of Gryffindor, I didn't know whether to cry with happiness or cry with frustration.

I'd been angry of course, angry that he'd bailed on me, on us essentially, and let Harry down. But as we sat down over breakfast, Harry told me about how Ron had saved his life and destroyed the horcrux. I couldn't help but be proud, but I wasn't going to let him settle back in too easily. He had to earn my trust again; he'd done it enough times.

I looked over at him, and he caught me staring. He smiled at me, and I felt my heart warm instantly. I knew we'd be okay.

• When We Were Lions– Charlie Simpson

Pull myself into the light,
See your face smiling one last time,
Before I have to disappear,
I lost your hand in the flood,
I've walked for miles looking for you,
I've dreamed about you coming back,
I've dreamed that you never left.

Hermione was taken from me, separated and Harry and I thrown into a cell. I was inconsolable. I could hear her screaming, and if she had been coherent enough to scream more than a noise, then I'm sure it would have been my name.

I roared her name in return, I would not be defeated. At least if I could not save her, and she were to die here and now, I wanted the last thing for her to hear would be me calling for her.

I regret everything; I regret it so much now. All those years we wasted being stupid, all those years that I wasted not looking at her, not being able to appreciate her. I took her for granted, and I will never forgive myself for doing so.

As Harry and I find our way out, and she falls into my arms again, I promise myself here and now, that I will never let go of her again.

• After The Storm– Mumford and Sons

Night has always pushed up day,
You must know life to see decay,
But I won't rot, I won't rot,
Not this mind and not this heart,
I won't rot.

I took Hermione up the steps to Shell Cottage and inside, carrying her in my arms and laid her down on the sofa. She was weak, and now it was my turn to care for her. I thought the worst, I thought she would die. Bellatrix had been so cruel to her, tortured her so much I feared she would be mad. Not my Hermione, my strong, beautiful Hermione. Please no…

I paced around the sofa, looking at her limp and barely conscious body and felt the tears pour over my eyes. I knelt next to her and held her close to my chest, sobbing into the crook of her neck, because I couldn't lose her. I could not go another day through life without her.

Her eyelids fluttered and I cupped her face, wake up, wake up, please wake up.

She opened her eyes and I breathed a sigh of relief, I had her back.

"I'm so sorry," I wailed, "I'm so sorry, for everything…"

She exhaled jaggedly with a slightly smile, and for a moment I saw her, the ghost of my Hermione.

"Never thought I'd ever hear you apologise," She echoed, and I cradled her close to my chest.

Fin.