A/N: Number 2 is for Bad Mum, inspired by her Bill/Fleur stories. Number 7 is for FinnFiona, because you wondered if Lavender ever realized that she could still be beautiful in a not superficial way and that Seamus wasn't lying to her.

I. Super Trouper – Mamma Mia Soundtrack (Harry Potter/Ginny Weasley)

Tonight the Super Trouper beams are gonna blind me
But I won't feel blue, like I always do
Cause somewhere in the crowd, there's you

He used to detest this; the attention, every eye on him. By now, he's getting used to it. Well, at least he's learning how to handle it. He doesn't think he'll ever be completely comfortable with it. Especially not on occasions like this.

It's the 2nd of May.

If Harry had his way, he'd be hiding away from this day, preferably under the covers of his bed. He can't, though. It's not about what he needs, or wants.

He has a duty. They all expect him to be here, to honour the losses, and at the same time representing the victory. Their victory. He doesn't have a choice.

"You ready?" Ginny's voice holds concern, mixed with a slight waver.

"Yeah," he whispers back, letting go of her warm hand with a squeeze.

Taking a deep breath, he steps onto the podium, feeling the whole crowd simultaneously muting their mumblings. He clears his throat, catching her determinedly encouraging eye, also noticing her slightly trembling hand on George's shoulder.

He can do this. He has to say these words (that Hermione helped him put together) – if only so that he can get back to Ginny's side, and take her other hand.

II. I Believe In Love – Dixie Chicks (Fleur Delacour)

I'd rather be alone, like I am tonight
Than settle for the kind of love that fades before the morning light

Nowadays, she detests being alone. Every second they are apart, she misses him. But it's worse on nights like this – when they were supposed to have a date and he then had to cancel on her last minute for some reason or other (she knows that it's important and that he can't tell her, but she still wishes she'd at least be let in on why).

But she bears the silence and the cancelled dates and her hollowly empty apartment. Because she knows that he hates it too, and his pleading eyes in hers are just impossible not to forgive. So she waits, and worries (even if he can't let her in on the details, she is certain that whatever he does isn't remotely safe).

She doesn't fall asleep until late, her bed strangely cold without his arms around her (and she used to be independent, used to hate sharing her bed, used to not need anyone, and it scares her how much England and Bill has changed her).

She has never considered that it might not be worth it, though. Bill is. He isn't like any of the boys who have wanted her in the past. He is the kind worth waiting for.

III. Crazy – Meredith Brooks (Luna Lovegood)

This town's always gonna think I'm a little crazy
Somebody's always gonna try to label me insane
It's funny how I always seem to be the one who's crazy
I just wanna live, I don't wanna fit
If that makes me crazy, then I am

Sometimes, she doesn't understand them. It's not like they all have identical views on every subject. So why should they care that she believes in a few things they don't? What does it matter, really?

Of course, she knows that they're the ones who are close-minded. Her father did warn her about it before she left for school, that most people aren't as open-minded as they are. But he didn't say they'd all be laughing at her, and that they'd be doing it so… harshly.

She's not crazy, and she is right. She knows that, and that is what's important. She doesn't care if they don't agree with her. She's fine with them being close-minded – it's not their fault, really.

But they could talk to her, maybe, sometimes. And not to ask her something about Snot-kacks just for a good laugh, getting a chance to call her "Loony" (her father does tell her not to bother with them, but it's not that simple).

For once, they could just listen to her.

(Somehow she doesn't think that this is what making friends with her class mates is supposed to be about. It feels like it's missing something vital.)

IV. When It All Falls Apart – The Veronicas (Parvati Patil/Dean Thomas)

I'm having a day from hell, it wasn't going so well before you came
And you told me you needed space with a kiss on the side of my face

And not to mention the tears I shed
When I should have kicked your ass instead

(Now I can't turn to you when it all falls apart)

"You what?"

"Me and Luna, we weren't exactly a couple, but we – sort of – dated. A little, when we were at Bill and Fleur's house, and…"

"And now she's dumped you?" She makes her voice as vicious as she can, and relishes in how he seems to shrink a few inches.

"Well, er, not exactly, but…"

"And the way you've been acting like a bloody boyfriendto me – what about that?" she shrieks, her anger boiling over. She waited the whole damn year for him, and he's been so good to her since he got back, making sure she's been holding up while Lavender's been half-dead and unconscious and broken. And now this!

"I – I didn't think –"

"No, apparently you didn't think at all about me or my feelings! I hate you, Dean Thomas!"

She storms off. She wishes she could yell at him some more. He deserves that, but the tears are too far up in her throat and she can't let him see that he has made her cry. So she runs.

(He was supposed to be here now. She can't take this, not now, not when Lavender needs her and she just needed someone to be there for her.)

V. The Name Of The Game – Mamma Mia Soundtrack (Parvati Patil/Dean Thomas)

What's the name of the game, does it mean anything to you?

And you make me talk, and you make me feel
And you make me show what I'm trying to conceal
If I trust in you, would you let me down?

She really needs to work on her consistency. She vowed to hate him forever. That only lasted a week. He was there, everywhere, because of Seamus and Lavender, and she couldn'thate him when he was being so Dean and so attentive and kind, making it impossible to keep ignoring him. So she changed her vow. She was supposed to not fall in love with him again, at least. He could be her friend. She needed him as that – he was sometimes the only one who made sure she wasn't breaking herself in two, trying to rebuild the school, cheer up Lavender, help Padma support Terry during Michael's trying recovery…

And now it looks like even that vow is going to be broken. She kissed him tonight. She doesn't even know what came over her, but suddenly his eyes were lighting up and it was because she was there, making him laugh, and she just lost control.

"Are you sure about this?" she asks him sharply, having dragged him away from the giggling Lavender and smirking Seamus.

"I'm sure," he grins. "Really."

"If you don't mean it…" she starts warningly.

"You'll rip off my balls – got it," he continues for her, grin broadening. "Is it okay to kiss you again now, or do you have any more threats for me first?"

"Oh, just shut up," she says, rolling her eyes before making sure of his silence herself, with the aid of her lips.

VI. Scared – Duffy (George Weasley)

I'm scared to face another day, cause the fear in me just won't go away
In an instant you were gone, and now I'm scared

(Your magazines lying on the floor, you won't need them anymore)

He has to do this alone. They all offered to come with him – his mother almost crying when he refused, Bill with that searching big brother look, Ron most unwillingly. George reclined. No matter how much he cannot face this alone, he can't have them here either.

The picture is the first thing that greets him, and he feels as though someone has punched him in the stomach. But he goes on, ignoring his grin, his arm around his own shoulder.

George can't remember ever being alone in this apartment. He must've been, sometime, when he was out for some errand or other. But he can't even remember a single time. (He was always, always here.)

It looks the same. Exactly the same as when they left, together. Except that his mum has cleaned away some dishes (probably so he won't feel like the flat is mocking him with how wrong it is that everything's the same, while nothing is, really).

He gulps as his eyes fall upon the place he has most forcefully been avoiding. His bed, unmade, as if someone just got up, someone who will soon return to creep back in under those covers.

George's legs aren't carrying him anymore. He's on the cold, hard floor and the room smells like before and them and normalcy. His hand finds his magazines that no one will read now. He throws them across the room.

Then he just sits there, listening to his own shallow breathing, because there is a silence that this space was never, ever supposed to hold. (But it still smells like before.)

VII. Reflection – Mulan Soundtrack (Lavender Brown/Seamus Finnigan)

Look at me, I will never pass for a perfect bride

Who is that girl I see, staring straight back at me
Why is my reflection someone I don't know
Somehow I cannot hide who I am, though I've tried
When will my reflection show who I am inside?

She looks at herself in the mirror, and it isn't right. The bride is supposed to be beautiful. She lets her forefinger trace her scarred cheek, that is now covered in rouge and covering foundation. To make her look beautiful, like a bride. She is the bride. She has the white dress; the beautiful, shimmering dress. This is her day, the day she has dreamed of since she was a little girl.

But it's not right. She's not beautiful.

It's a fact, not insecurities. She'll never be the "pretty" or "cute" girl again.

But maybe, just maybe, that doesn't matter. Because she still wears the beautiful dress, and while her face isn't pretty, it is smiling back at her. Because she has a fiancée who, in just a few minutes, will be her husband. He loves her, and he thinks that she is beautiful, and maybe that is what matters. (Maybe that's all that matters.)

A/N: No, this isn't the end either. I can't seem to stop.