This one isn't a song fiction, but it works.

"The Ring"

Hermione stood in the doorway of the sliding glass door, feeling a cool breeze on her face. She had been working for three straight days, fruitlessly searching for a man that she absolutely had to find. It was her job, her mission.

The man she searched for had the key to the end of the tragedies that constantly befell the wizarding community. The plan to end everything had been started, yet she didn't know if it could continue without him.

"Hermione," a kind voice whispered, resting a hand on her shoulder. It was Ron. "Go home. Get some sleep. You're wearing yourself out."

She sighed. As if she could go home. "Ron, I can't. I have to find him."

He took his hand off her shoulder and stood next to her. "You're not going to find him like that! You need to get some sleep!"

"Ron, no. I can't go home! He's not there, and- no."

"Then come to my apartment."

She looked at her desk, with the stack of newspapers and the search party lists. Before she could decide, Dumbledore came in.

He looked grim. "Hermione, any progress?"

"No, sir."

"I fear his death, Hermione."

She went cold inside. Instead of responding, she went to the desk once more, tears in her eyes.

She searched for three hours before she stopped. She sat, absentmindedly twirling the rings on her finger, not noticing their presence. She did this for a full minute before she actually looked at the rings.

A wizard wedding is almost exactly like a muggle wedding, with one difference. A red stone is set in the wedding band. When one of the spouses dies, it turns black. When a spouse is in danger, white; injured, gray. Hermione noticed that her stone was pure white. She had seen no gray yet, so she knew, for now, that he was alive, with no serious injury- yet.

She watched the stone, transfixed, until she noticed its color changing.

She screamed as someone entered the office. They jumped.

"Oh, I'm sorry, sir," she mumbled, staring at the ring.

"Hermione?" a deep voice asked from inside the robe.

She recognized the voice immediately. "Yes, sir?"

"We found him."

Dumbledore and Ron looked at each other at this statement. They had come in after her scream.

"Wh- where?"

"His father's mansion. They've discovered his secret. They plan to kill him."

She gasped, tears welling in her eyes. "Blaise, is there anything we can do?"

"Yes," Remus Lupin said, entering the room. "We can raid the Manor. This is part of the plan. We must summon the other. Ron, if you will. I must speak with Mr. Zabani Albus, we need Harry." All the others went to do what needed to be done, while Hermione just stood, shocked. "Hermione, if you will."

She came closer to Remus, looking at her ring. It was starting to turn a light gray. "This is the most important plan to bring down Voldemort. There is much risk. Many can die." He glanced at her ring. "Yet, many can be saved." Hermione only nodded.

"Okay, what part can I play in this?" Blaise said. Hermione had had no idea that Blaise was a spy, too. No wonder that the Order had had many one-ups on Voldemort.

"You'll need to give us an idea of where everyone is, especially Voldemort and both Mr. Malfoys."

"I have a map, not too unlike the Marauder's Map," Blaise smiled sheepishly at Hermione as he took the map out. "It's revealed already. Don't worry about wiping it blank."

"Thank you, Blaise. Be safe, stay out of the line of fire until we need you. You know the risks."

"All right. When can we expect you?"

Lupin looked at Hermione's ring again. "Give us an hour. Thank you."

Blaise reached out and grabbed Hermione's hands. "Don't worry. He'll be okay."

Hermione hugged him. "Thank you."

The group was preparing to leave. Hermione was ready. She had her wand and her wedding ring. She quickly prayed for him.

"Are you sure you can do this, Hermione?" Mrs. Weasley asked. Hermione looked at her ring, once again. The gray was getting darker.

"No, but I'm sure that I can't not do this," she said resolutely, looking around at the Aurors, and the Order. They were all there to support her. "Good luck."

She got a bunch of nods, and, with that, they apparated away.

It was dark on the grounds of the manor that they were about to raid. Remus came up to Hermione, map in hand. He pointed to one single dot. 'My husband,' she thought.

"Memorize the location, quickly. It seems that they are keeping him there," he whispered, holding a small light to her ring. "You don't have much time."

She quickly memorized her route. She was afraid. She needed to leave straight away to save him in time. "Disillusion me, please."

He quickly muttered the charm, and patted her on the shoulder. "Good luck, Hermione," he whispered as the Aurors began to charge the house, wands at the ready.

She waited for everyone to get it, then ran, not for the front door, but to the hidden side door. She had never told anyone how often she had snuck into this house under the watchful eye of his father.

She stealthily crept through the hallway and found the correct door, muttering a spell to reveal what spells were on the door, and to see through the door to see if anyone else, or anything else, was in. She only saw alarm spells, and disarmed them all.

She took in a deep breath, and opened the door a crack. She slid in, and re-Illusioned herself. She turned, and gasped.

Draco lay there, unconscious, on the bed, a small pool of blood forming under the bed. She pulled out her wand and woke him up, her chest constricted in fear.

His eyes opened slightly, and registered her face. She began to cry as she grabbed his hand, holding it in her own. "What happened? I've been searching for you for three days!"

"Oh, God, Hermione, we have to get out of here. They're going to kill us both," he whispered.

"First, let me fix you up." She examined him, and used various healing charms to temporarily heal his wounds. "Now, we need to get wherever Voldemort is, because they're going to use the charm to kill him."

He got up slowly, tears welling in his eyes. He leaned over and kissed her. They broke apart quickly, and, without words, got up and headed towards the main dining hall, Draco leading her.

Before they entered, they heard a bloodcurdling scream. They rushed to enter and watched as Harry killed Lord Voldemort. They then watched Lucius Malfoy run to Voldemort's dead body.

He turned to face Draco and Hermione. "You filthy Mudblood lover! You are not my son! I'll kill you!" he screamed, never hearing Draco mutter, "Avada Kedavra."

The Order watched as the second-in-command fell to the floor. Draco put his arm around Hermione, and kissed her forehead. Blaise then emerged from another room, panting. He smiled when he looked and saw the two dead men.

"Hey. Thanks for saving my life, Blaise."

"Anytime, old pal. Bet you were surprised though, weren't ya?"

"I had always hoped that your better side would drive you more then the bad."

Blaise smiled at his friend and his wife. "Well, I had always hoped someone would show you your good side," he said as he walked away.

Most of the Order had gone to take care of stripping the house of evil as Draco kissed Hermione again, holding her close.

Before he could take her back to his old room, he whispered, "I think things are finally going to get better for us, love."