Summary: A collection of various oneshots inspired by ten random songs. All will feature Hermione Granger as the main or one of the main characters of that story. Pairings include: Fred/Hermione; Ron/Hermione; Harry/Hermione; Neville/Hermione; George/Hermione; Percy/Hermione; Draco/Hermione; Severus/Hermione; Cedric/Hermione, and finally Cormac/Hermione. This was written for several wonderful challenges over at the Harry Potter Fanfiction Challenge Forum; but the main one is of course the iPod Shuffle Challenge. Others include: Every Letter Has A Story Challenge (chapters 2, 3, 4, 7 & 8), One of Every Letter [Challenge] (Whole collection for the letter "E"), and the 2015 New Years Millionaire Fanfiction Resolutions & Goals Competition (under Songfic).

Disclaimer: The Wizarding World of Harry Potter does not belong to LittleTee, (who shall henceforth be referred to as "The Author.") While the plot of this fanfiction, (henceforth to be referred to as the "Story,") is of The Author's creation, neither the characters nor the locations therein belong to The Author, as they belong to JK Rowling, with the exception of any characters or locations within this Story which have no representation in cannon-these original characters and locations are the property of The Author. All songs mentioned belong to their original artist or creator. This is a work of fiction produced for the single purpose of entertaining fans of Harry Potter, and no Copyright infringement is intended.

A/N: This is a series of drabbles written for the iPod Shuffle Challenge over at Harry Potter Fanfiction Challenges forum. The challenge is taking your MP3 player and selecting "Shuffle all" and writing a drabble during the duration of the song. You also declare what character or pairing you will write about throughout all ten songs, and whether or not you wish to have an additional prompt to base your story on.

My character I chose to write about was Hermione Granger.

My additional prompts were: Sandals; Lies; Shark; Violet; Stupefy; Protego; Dramione; Stargazing with a friend/partner/family member; Astronomy Tower; and, "Um...would you not?".

I do have to admit that most of these one-shots are a little long for a drabble. I am afraid I did got carried away and wrote my little heart out. Most of these are AU, and since this was the first time for me to write several of these characters I might have a few that are OOC. I hope not majorly so, because I do try my best to stay true to the original character. Anyway, I do hope you enjoy it, and please leave a review on what you thought of it when you're done.

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Characters: Hermione Granger, Fred Weasley.

Song: "I Heart Weasleys" by the Ministry of Magic.

Word prompt: lies.

"Courage, lies and Yule Balls… Oh, my!"

"Hermione! Wait!" Fred shouted as he ran up to his fellow House-mate. Hermione slowed her steps and turned around slightly. Her expression told Fred that she was in no mode for silliness, as she would probably call it. Good thing that he wasn't trying to prank her. Oh no, this was something important.

"Fred, what is it? I need to help Harry with the Triwizard Tournament. The second task is fast approaching." She shifted her stack of books that she had just checked out from the library as she continued her trek back to the Gryffindor tower.

"It's George actually."

Hermione cut him a look and huffed. "I don't have time for your juvenile jokes, Fred." She emphasized his name as she climbed into one of the many self-moving staircases that resided in Hogwarts. He couldn't stop the grin that over took his features as he joined her just as the staircase decided to move.

"Well?"

Fred suppressed a start. He had been staring at her for the past few seconds without saying anything. Just staring. Damn. He chided himself for his careless mistake and took a breath before grabbing the bull by its horns. So to speak.

"Have you found a date to the Yule Ball yet?"

She frowned and quickly turned away. "Yes."

"Oh," was the only thing he could say. His heart felt like it had been crushed by her curt reply. He had wished that his younger brother, or anyone for that matter, hadn't found the courage to ask her yet. He had been clearly wrong.

Fred didn't know when exactly, but sometime over the course of the summer he had developed a small crush on the bushy-haired, brainy friend of Ron's. He had denied it at first. He had even went as far as avoiding the younger Gryffindor, which wasn't really hard to do, to give him time to allow the growing infatuation to ebb. That had not succeeded as he had wished. He still found himself stealing glances at Hermione and purposely staying longer in the Great Hall, after the evening feasts, just to have a chance to speak to her.

George, being the ever more observant of the two, didn't miss his twin's odd behavior and had called him out on it. Fred had to admit to his brother his growing likeness for Hermione Granger. He was surprised when George had pushed him towards their dorm room's door and demanded his brother ask her to the ball that day. And, to stop moping.

Fred had to admit that George's argument was valid. Hermione wasn't a shrew. She wouldn't laugh at his face if she didn't share his feelings or didn't want to go with him. He hadn't thought that she would have a date already. He silently wondered who it was. He still doubted that Ron had asked her. The last he heard from Ron was that he was trying to find a girl to ask. Not ever considering his friend Hermione, and that had been at breakfast.

The stairs lurched into its new destination, locking into place with a soft click, and Hermione began her journey forward. "Contrary to popular belief of some Weasleys, others do see me as a girl. I may be bookish, but I am still a girl."

Fred frowned and hurried to her side. "I guess Ronald put his foot in his mouth again?" He stressed his brother's full name like he had heard her do several times whenever she was irritated with the younger Weasley in question.

Hermione sighed, stopped and turned swiftly towards her unwanted walking companion. "What is it you wanted to talk to me about? For I am sure that talking about the unmistakable ability of Ronald putting his foot in his mouth, was not what you wanted to discuss."

"Nothing," he lied. "I just wanted to chat," He paused giving the Fat Lady that week's password and holding open the portrait door, "and, to escort you back to Gryffindor Tower. You never know what dangers lurk in the shadows. Milady." He smirked and bowed, gesturing for her to enter first.

She rolled her eyes and accepted his offer giving him a curt thank you and joined Harry by the fireplace. She missed his wistful look and sudden departure. She was too busy trying to decide how she would find a date to the ball now that she had lied to Fred.

She knew she shouldn't have lied, but she wasn't in the mood for the teasing that would obviously follow. No matter how good humored that teasing would have been.

Truth be told, she had been hoping that a certain red-headed Weasley would ask her, but he hadn't even hinted to a possible invitation just now, as they walked from the library corridor back over to the Gryffindor Tower. He had just wanted to chat. Not ask her out to the ball.

Fini