A/n: I have fallen in love with this song, and I have a written Harry Potter version of it.

White houses: One-shot

It was the beginning of their last summer before they had to enter the real world. Deciding it was going to be for themselves, they had decided to stay at Grimmauld place for it. Walking into the large house, they dropped their stuff and crashed onto the floor as they moved in.

All moved in, they stayed up too late, spinning bottles, and promised each other it was 'til the end. It was the five of them, with pretty eyed boys, the girls died to trust. She can't resist the day.

Ginny screams out and its no pose. 'Cause when she dances she goes and goes. They all laughed at an inside joke, beer up her nose.

Hermione is so excited, she hasn't spoken. And Ginny so pretty and she's so sure, maybe Hermione is more clever then a girl like her.

The summer's all in bloom.
The summer is ending soon.

It's all right and it's nice not to be so alone, but Hermione held on to Sirius's secrets.

Maybe she was a little bit over her head. She comes undone at the things he says. He's so funny in his bright red shirt. They were all in love and they all got hurt.

Hermione sunk into his car's black leather seat, the smell of gasoline in the summer heat. They were going way too fast, it was all too sweet to last. It's all right, as she put herself into his hands, but she held onto all of his secrets. Love, or something ignites in her veins and she preys it never fades. Her first time, its hard to explain. Rush of blood, and a little bit of pain. On a cloudy day, it's more common then you think. He's her first mistake.

Maybe they were all faster then her. They gave each other up so easily; these silly wounds will never mend. She feels so far from where she's been. So she goes, and she will not be back here again. She's gone as the day fades on his house. She lies, puts her injuries in the dust. In her heart is the five of them, in his house.

And you, maybe you'll remember her. What she gave you is yours to keep, in his house.

A/n: What do you think?