A/N: So I couldn't resist continuing this… It was way too much fun! Number 2 is for you, WhiskeyTangoFoxtrot, and number 5 and 6 is for everyone who's getting impatient about me writing Ron/Hermione for Postscript. Hope you're enjoying this as much as I am!

I. Lay All Your Love On Me – Mamma Mia Soundtrack (Lavender Brown/Seamus Finnigan)

I wasn't jealous before we met, now every man that I see is a potential threat

I've had a few little love affairs, they didn't last very long and they've been pretty scarce

She insists to at least put her underwear back on, in case Neville happens to return from the library earlier than planned. He chuckles at her, his lips welcoming her back into bed. Then he stops, looking suddenly uncomfortable.

"Er… you and Ron, last year – you didn't, right?"

She can't help but grin as she lets her finger wipe away the frown that has appeared above his nose.

"Nope. Definitely not," she assures him.

"Good." He lets out a breath of relief.

She raises an eyebrow, but doesn't say anything. She'll pretend she's offended at his possessiveness, dragging her away if she spends too long chatting with Anthony or Michael. But really, she appreciates it. At least he cares. (And earlier tonight he actually confessed that he's cared a long time, ever since their first sort of date at the Yule Ball, years ago.) It's flattering, how much he scowls at the thought of her relationship with Ron, no matter how much she tells him that they never worked together.

"But we so should've been doing this last year," she mumbles against his bare chest, her eyelids dropping. She could fall asleep right here, on him, with him.

If she hadn't been so close to him, she wouldn't have been able to feel him stiffening, but with a sigh, she recognizes the far-off look in his eyes.

"You're thinking about him, aren't you?"

He gives her a short nod, then looks straight at her. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be." She understands. If it'd been Parvati, lost, alone somewhere – she'd be thinking about her. But she doesn't tell him that. She knows that he doesn't need her words, her pity or her understanding. Instead, she softly presses her lips to his, then lies back down, listening to his heartbeat, feeling his breathing slowly easing against her forehead.

II. Breathe (2 AM) – Anna Nalick (Terry Boot)

And life's like an hourglass, glued to the table
No one can find the rewind button, boys, so cradle your head in your hands
And breathe, just breathe

"Terry! Terry, come on. Wake up, mate!" Anthony's voice is different and everything is different about the way it's shaking this time – with excitement?

Terry checks his watch. It's 2 AM. "What the h-?"

But he stops himself, gaping, hardly daring to believe…

"Hey, there." Michael's voice is weak and raspy, but it's there, it's there and he's grinning, grinning like Michael is supposed to always, always be grinning. It's obvious that he's still in a lot of pain, and he is a lot paler than Michael is ever supposed to be. But still… his eyes are open and he's breathing and talking and grinning and it's just so right.

"Hi." Terry wants to say a thousand things. How much they wouldn't have been able to do this without him. How wrong it would've been if they had been two instead of three. But he can't, so he just grins back, wider than he can ever remember grinning.

"You-" Michael begins, but he's forced to stop by a cough that makes him wince too much. They both wait, anxiously. "You-you guys all right?" he finally manages, the touch of concern obvious, even while he's still grimacing slightly.

"Yeah," Anthony breathes.

"Don't worry about us," Terry puts in. "We're fine."

"Good. That's good." Michael is asleep again within seconds, and as he shares a shaky smile with Anthony, Terry can finally breathe again.

III. White Flag – Dido (Percy Weasley)

I know I left too mess and destruction to come back again
And I've caused nothing but trouble, I understand if you can't talk to me again

But I will go down with this ship
I won't put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door

He knows that he is too late. He knows that he has had chances, many of them, and that he didn't take them. That's fact, and he can't change it. He can't change that he was too proud to return home duringthose first few months, somehow too worried to visit his father at the hospital, too hurt by the blazing hatred in his siblings' eyes last Christmas, too much of a coward to accept his invitation to Bill's wedding (and now Bill is married to someone Percy's never met). He can't change any of that. But now he's finally done with the excuses.

He knows it won't be easy. He knows he's too late, that they won't be accepting him back with open arms. And he knows that his opportunities to even get in contact with them right now are slim to none, as they are all in hiding because of this damned war that they predicted while he was too much of a prat to listen.

But he'll wait. One of these days, he'll get his chance. And he'll take it. And then he'll let them take all the time they need, let them yell and hate him and shut him out. Because he'll still be waiting. He needs them, and he'll keep persisting until they let him be a part of his family again, no matter how long it takes.

IV. Don't Waste Your Time – Kelly Clarkson (Lily Evans/Severus Snape)

It's not easy not answering every time I want to talk to you, but I can't

Don't waste your time trying to fix what I want to erase, what I need to forget
Don't waste your time on me, my friend
I don't want your hand, you'll only pull me down
So save your breath, don't waste your song on me

"I'm sorry."

"Save your breath."

It's over. She's known for a while that it was coming, that it couldn't go on this way. That their chosen paths were getting too different, incompatible. But she tried to push those thoughts away, not wanting to lose her oldest friend, Sev, who used to mean so much to her. It was a mistake. She knows that now, of course. But at least she tried, right, even if it was a lost battle. (If only he'd never been Sorted into Slytherin – that house has poisoned him, dragged him down, and she despises it for destroying her once kind friend.)

She sinks down on her bed, pulling the drapes against Mary's concerned questions. No, she's not okay. She wasn't as sure as she pretended, coming out there, refusing his apologies and ignoring his desperate, pleading eyes. It wasn't easy. He's still Sev, her oldest friend. And she knows that he does care about her. Just not enough to choose her over them. And she can't accept that. (But that doesn't mean that this is in any way easy, or painless. Not at all.)

V. I Won't Say I'm In Love – Hercules Soundtrack (Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley)

If there's a price for rotten judgement, I guess I've already won that
No man is worth the aggravation, that's ancient history – been there, done that

I thought my heart had learned its lesson, it feels so good when you start out
My head is screaming get a grip girl, unless you're dying to cry your heart out

(At least out loud I won't say I'm in love)

She's supposed to be a smart girl, isn't she? Well, they're wrong. They're all wrong. If she was, she would have learned by now how to not swoon like a damn damsel in distress every time Ron Weasley simply exists.

He has let her down more times than she can count. Hurt her worse than anyone else. Not noticing that she's a girl used to be the low point. Then – enter Lavender Brown. And now… If she was a smart girl, she would've never even spoken to him again after this Christmas. She would've sent the birds on him, or worse. She really should have.

But of course she didn't. Because somehow Ron Weasley has always had the power of wiping away every intelligent fibre of her being, or at least make her ignore their loud protests completely.

She knows he's sorry, of course, but that shouldn't be enough. It is, though, when he grins at her like that.

He'll have to take the first step, though. Even if he is a daft boy who's too slow for his own good (and hers). After all he has put her through, at least he owes her that.

But then he's actually caring about house-elfs and it might be now or never and she just can't wait anymore. She flings herself on him, and it's everything it should be, and it doesn't matter that he's too damn slow, because he is Ron and she loves the feeling of his lips against hers.

VI. I'm Yours – Jason Mraz (Ron Weasley/Hermione Granger)

So I won't hesitate no more, no more
It cannot wait
I'm sure
There's no need to complicate
Our time is short
This is our fate
I'm yours

She actually kissed him. This should be the happiest time of his life. He has been waiting for this longer than he's even been aware of it. And now she has kissed him, and she's still here and she has been holding his hand ever since their conversation that night, deciding that it's them now, for real. That it wasn't just a kiss (how she ever could've thought that they could have "just a kiss" that doesn't mean everything is beyond him, but well – sometimes girls can be pretty slow, can't they?).

He has her now, and he's promised them both never to let her down again. And he means it. He won't screw up like that again (well, with him minor screw-ups can never be counted out, of course, but there was nothing minor about how he hurt her – hurt them both – this winter).

Really, he wonders what took him so long. Because, really, he's been hers a long time. So he should be happy now, excited, thrilled. He has her. He's finally figured out what he wants, and he's got it.

But it's not that simple. Because Fred isn't here to mock him mercilessly about finally having come to his senses (and, come to think of it, neither is George).

VII. I Could Get Used To This – The Veronicas (Lavender Brown/Seamus Finnigan)

You listen to me when I'm depressed, and it doesn't seem to make you like me less

You make me breakfast in bed when I'm mixed up in my head
You wake me with a kiss, and I could get used to this

Most of the time, she's sure she doesn't deserve him. But most of the time, she's also too grateful for his presence to care. No one else would've stayed with her through all of her irrational freak-outs, her tears, her insecurities. She almost feels guilty for putting him through it. If she'd been a better person, less selfish, she'd have pushed him away – for his own sake. But she can't. She needs him. Simple as that. She couldn't have done this without him.

"Mornin', beautiful." He greets her, grinning, carrying a breakfast tray and sitting down next to her on the bed with a swift peck on her lips.

"Morning," she yawns. "And don't call me that," she adds, but it's not sharp or tear-filled as it is when she truly can't bear hearing that word. This is one of the occasions when she doesn't mind his lies.

"You up for going to Hogwarts today?" he asks tentatively.

She hesitates. Can she handle the stares, the pity, the people?

"Yes," she states firmly. He'll be beside her while she works, making sure her back doesn't bother her, or her scars, or the people for that matter; asking her every few minutes if she's getting too tired and needs to go home and rest. She'll pretend to get annoyed, but really, she couldn't have done it without him. Any of it.

A/N: This isn't the end…