Summary: A series of songs by Carrie Underwood transformed into Harry Potter stories.

Disclaimer: I am neither Carrie Underwood nor J.K. Rowling. Therefore none of this belongs to me. The brilliant songs and amazing characters all belong to their rightful owners. Thank you for letting me have some fun with them.

A/N: I was sitting in my room, reading some very cute R/Hr fan fictions and listening to Carrie Underwood when I decided that her songs would make some awesome song-fics. So I figured, why not pair them with the most awesome couple? And this is what I came up with. Hope you like it.

EVER EVER AFTER

Story book endings, fairy tales coming true

Deep down inside we want to believe they still do

In our secretest heart, it's our favorite part of the story

Let's just admit we all want to make it too

A large clap of thunder sounded through the Welsh valley, waking Hermione Granger with a start. It was dark in the tent and Hermione could just make out Harry's sleeping form on the top bunk of the bed he and Ron had shared. Ron. Just thinking about him made her eyes water and her throat ache with the strain of trying to keep those tears from falling. I need to take my mind off of him. She thought to herself. That's when she saw it. The Tales of Beedle the Bard, lying on the kitchen table.

Hermione stood with shaky legs, letting the thin blanket that Harry had draped across her, fall to the ground. As she made her way across the miniscule tent, a bright flash of lightening lit up the tent, immediately followed by a loud clap of thunder. Hermione shivered slightly as she picked up the small leather bound book. Oh Merlin, I hope Ron's okay out there. She couldn't help but think. No. Stop that. You mustn't think of him. She quickly scolded herself.

Lighting her the tip of her wand and opening to where she left off, Hermione attempted to submerge her thoughts in deciphering the ruins along the bottom of the page.

Hermione tried as she might to stay concentrated on the ruins, but the combination of her aching eyes and the lightning that constantly lit the tent for brief seconds, deemed the task close to impossible. Shutting the book miserably, Hermione couldn't help but think back to when she was first given the book. Ron's remark of "What's that a disease?" when speaking of Cinderella and Snow White made her lift the corners of her mouth. He could be so blunt sometimes, she thought. But as she thought about it, she decided that he could possibly be right. Maybe the fairytales were a disease, planting thought of Happily Ever After in millions of little girls' minds before they knew anything of reality. That's certainly what had happened to her.

Although she would never admit it, Hermione had waited her whole life for her prince charming and her 'Happily Ever After'. So where was it? Where was her knight in shining armor? This whole fairy tale concept was really starting to betray her. Suddenly, Hermione didn't feel sad anymore. On the contrary, she began to feel angry. Angry at all of those story tellers who had to audacity to even think of writing about damsels in distress being rescued by their princes. Just the thought of riding off into the sunset was making her sick to her stomach. How dare they! she thought, outraged. How dare they make generations of people believe that there was such a thing as a happy ending! Who are they anyway? Who are they, to tell people such lies! Things like that never happened! Not in the Muggle world and certainly not in the Wizarding world. It's nothing but one big scandal! Hermione was fuming.

Another clap of thunder sounded so close it shook the tent, yanking Hermione out of her silent rage. She went over to the mouth of the tent, starring out at the little stream that ran just meters from where she stood. She watched the raindrops pound into the stream, causing the water to rush angrily along side the bank.

This is silly. She thought. being mad at some dead guys who wrote stories. After all, they didn't really know what they were doing when they wrote them. How were they to know how wide spread they would become? Hermione sighed. Perhaps the reason she was so angry, was because she still wanted that happily ever after. Maybe she still wanted to believe that one day, her prince would come back to save her and sweep her off her feet. It was after all her most favorite part of every story.

Hermione silently walked outside the tent, careful not to wake Harry. She stood out in the rain and tipped her head skyward. Closing her eyes, letting the rain fall freely onto her face, intermingling with the tears that she finally let fall. Please, Merlin or God or who ever is up there listening, please, let me have my happily ever after.

Start a new fashion, wear your heart on your sleeve

Sometimes you reach what's real just by making believe

Unafraid, unashamed

There is joy to be claimed in this world

You even might wind up being glad to be you

Ron Weasley lay in his new bed at his brother, Bill's home, unable to sleep. Although this bed was much more comfortable than the bunk bed he had been sharing with Harry, he wished more than anything he could be in that bed instead. Ron sat up, punched his pillow into a more comfortable shape and plopped back down. He rolled over onto his side and then back onto his back, unable to find a suitable position to sleep in. Giving up in all hopes of actually falling asleep, Ron starred at the ceiling above his bed angrily. Why was he such a part? He wondered. This whole mess could have easily been avoided if he had just come clean and told her how he really felt. Why did he always have to be such a blundering idiot, always trying to pick a fight with her, just to hide how he truly felt. It was infuriating! He thought. He was so mad at himself and he could just imagine how angry she must be with him. How could he ever face her again? He couldn't, he simply couldn't. But no, that wouldn't work. He had to see her again. Then a thought occurred to him. What if he never did get to see her or Harry ever again? What if something were to happen to them, before he had a chance to find them? No, he wouldn't let that happen. How? He didn't know, but he would make sure that he would find them again and when he did he would confess his feelings to her. Right then and right there, he would just come out and say it. "Hermione, I love you," and then they would fight Voldemort along side Harry and finally defeat him. And all of them would live happily ever after. Yes, he decided. That's exactly what was going to happen.

Listening to the waves pound rhythmically against the shore, Ron was finally able to drift off into sleep. That night, his dreams were filled of his a happily ever after that he knew was sure to come.

No wonder your heart feels it's flying

Your head feels it's spinning

Each happy ending's a brand new beginning

Let yourself be enchanted, you just might break through

He's back. Hermione Granger thought happily to herself. She still couldn't believe it. Ron was back, after all this time. It seemed like decades to her, centuries even and he was back, completely unharmed and safe. Part of her was relieved to finally have him back in her sight, but another part of her was still furious with him. Of course, the latter was much smaller than the first. She, of course, acted much angrier than she really was, when he had first returned to them. There was no way she would let him have the satisfaction of her celebrating his return. Sure, he had saved Harry's life, and she was extremely thankful for that, the thought of losing two friends was just unbearable, but he wouldn't know that. At least, not until the time was right.

It was just then, that Hermione heard the flap of the tent opening. She knew who it was, even before he spoke. She could always tell when he was around. It was like some kind of weird sixth sense. Sure, she could have said something to him, to let him know that she indeed knew he was standing behind her, but why let him off the hook. Instead she chose to sit there, pretending she was unaware of his presence. She knew how nervous he was, how he couldn't decide what was the right or wrong thing to say to her. Yes, she decided. This was the perfect punishment. Hermione put her hand up to her mouth thoughtfully, covering the smirk she couldn't keep off of her face, while pretending to be deep in thought.

At last, Ron found his voice. "Er, Hermione?" he asked sheepishly. Hermione waited a couple of seconds, as though she were still deep in her thoughts, before jumping slightly at his presence. "Oh, Ron. Is that you?" she asked, quickly wiping the grin from her face before turning to face him. "Er, yeah. You see, the er, the thing is. I need to, erm, talk to you about something." He stopped, waiting for her to ask what it was or at least to invite him to sit down. However she did neither, so he continued. "Can, uh, can I join you?"

"Oh, of course," Hermione finally replied, scooting over on the log she was sitting on to make some room for him. He smiled nervously at her, muttered his thanks, and took the seat beside her.

"So what did you want to talk about?" she asked, innocently. Being so close to him again, was making her stomach do somersaults and flips. She was trying as hard as she could not to smile and give it away.

"Well, first off, I really am sorry about, you know, leaving you. I shouldn't have done it and-"

"Ron," she cut in. "I know that you're sorry. You don't have to keep apologizing for it." Already that day, he had apologized eight times to her and five to Harry.

"I-I know I don't, but I, I don't know, I feel like I have to. I just, I wish I could redo it, you know? All of it. I wish it had never happened." Now he was on a roll and he wished more than anything she wouldn't interrupt him. If he could just keep going on like this, he could get everything out and then she would finally know. "I mean, you, when I made that promise to you back at Grimmuald Place, I had intended to keep it forever. I never meant for any of this to happen. I- I just, I wish I could take it all back. Harry, he told me how much I hurt you and I'm sorry. I never wanted to hurt you. I mean, I l-love you." There he had said it. He was too afraid to look at her, to see her reaction. He closed his eyes and resting his elbows on his knees before him, he rubbed the palms of his hands into his eyes, waiting for her to say something.

Hermione was speechless. She had been expecting some sort of apology, but a confession of his love, certainly not. Was this it? Was her wish of finally finding her happily ever after coming true? Hermione opened and closed her mouth like a fish, unable to find her words. Sure, she loved him too, but she was so excited that the words just wouldn't come to her.

Ron hesitantly looked up from his hands. "Hermione?" he asked. He felt as though he were facing a wild beast, rather than the girl he had just confessed his love for. "I, er, I understand if-"

Hermione shook her head vigorously, still trying to find her voice. Tears of joy streamed down her face. Unable to voice how she felt, Hermione did the only thing she could. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she pulled him in for a kiss that would express all she felt. Kissing him was nothing like she had ever felt before. She felt as though she were soaring, her head was spinning uncontrollably, and yet everything felt perfect.

At long last they broke apart and Hermione was able to find her voice. "I love you, too." she whispered, nearly inaudible. Ron grinned, that sideways grin she loved more than anything in the world. She gave him a hug and rested her head on his shoulder. And with his arm, wrapped protectively around her, the two of them watched the sun set between the trees of the forest. And they lived Happily Ever After.

A/N: Well, that's Ever Ever After. I'll definitely be updating soon. I've got a couple of the other ones written in my notebook, but I have to find the time to actually upload them. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed my first installment of my Harry Potter/ Carrie Underwood Song-fics. Please R&R. Did you love it? Did you hate it? Please let me know!! Constructive criticism is always welcome!! :) Anything to help make me a better writer.

Thanks for reading :)

-Lily Rose-