Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Song

Summary: Harry and friends live life as if it were a musical, sort of. Good songs here I promise.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of the songs I use. They belong to their creators, writers and singers. Thank you.

Act Two: Scene Four- Together

Pieces Of Me

By: Ashlee Simpson

Hr/R

Hermione Granger hurried down the stairs as quickly as she could. Her mother was almost afraid when she handed Hermione the phone.

"Hello?" she said in her sweetest voice.

"Hermione?" came a timid voice.

"Ron! Hey!" Hermione said, as if she was surprised.

"H-Hi…" he said. He was obviously nervous. The last time he had called he was still unsure of how to talk so he had to get the explanation from Harry before he could actually call Hermione.

On a Monday I am waiting

Tuesday I am fading

And By Wednesday I can't sleep

"How's life treating you?" Hermione asked, sitting in a chair at the table where her father was reading the paper.

"G-Good I guess… Ginny has been annoying all summer, complaining about how she never gets to see… god… Malfoy…" Ron said, seeming to hate the fact of the two together. Then again he was a good brother in wanting to protect his sister, but surprisingly enough, he didn't stop them from seeing each other.

"I'm sorry I haven't been able to write. We've been on vacation for the past two weeks." Hermione said.

"Oh, it's okay. We were just helping Mum finish cleaning the house. You certainly wouldn't think it being the old Burrow because she went all out with cleaning. Don't know why, but she did."

Then the phone rings I hear you

And the darkness is a clear view

Cause you've come to rescue me

"That sounds wonderful. Hey, are you doing anything tomorrow?" Hermione asked suddenly. Ron was silent for a second.

"No, not really."

"Would you like to go somewhere?" Hermione asked, getting excited.

"Like, to a Muggle place? Like… a d-date?" Ron's voice was a little uneasy.

"Yeah… a date!" Hermione said happily. She was going to be seventeen soon. She need to start dating. And why not with her boyfriend anyway?

Fall, with you I fall so fast

I can hardly catch my breath

I hope it lasts

"T-That sounds great, but… uh… I don't know much about Muggle stuff… I don't want to embarrass you or anything…" Ron said trying to not sound like an idiot. Hermione smiled into the phone. Her father was glaring over his paper at her.

"Don't worry, I'll teach you all you need to know. How about we go to dinner and then a movie?"

"Movie?" Ron asked, confused. He heard faint giggling on the other line, his cheeks going red.

Ohhhh

It seems like I can finally

Rest my head on something real

I like the way that feels

Ohhhh

"Don't worry, I'll show you when we go. Just come to my house tomorrow night, and not in a flying car!" Hermione said, her father looking up from her paper again, his eyebrows up. Hermione waved him off.

"Okay, uh… when?"

"Come at six, I'll be waiting."

"Okay…" Ron breathed. The two said goodbye and hung up.

It's as if you know me better

Than I ever knew myself

I love how you can tell

All the pieces, pieces, pieces of me

Hermione did a little dance of excitement before putting the phone up and singing as her mother asked her to help make dinner.

The next evening, Mr. Granger was sitting in his chair, his paper in hand and his wife in the kitchen, humming as she made dinner for two. Hermione was singing again to herself as she got ready. The summer was looking good so far.

I am moody and messy

I get restless and it's senseless

How you never seem to care

Outside the house Ron was trying to figure out how to use the doorbell as the couple inside waited the meet him again. Finally, by accident, Ron rang the doorbell and Mr. Granger came to the door, glaring.

"H-Hello Mr. Granger," Ron said with a little laugh. The man was only a few inches taller then Ron but he felt so much taller.

"Ron?" Mr. Granger growled.

"Y-Yes sir," Ron said, trying to see if he was going to need to run.

"RON!"

When I'm angry, you listen

Make me happy, its your mission

And you won't stop till I'm there

"Hey, Hermione," Ron said, blushing deeply. She was dressed in a cute skirt and blouse, smiling brightly at him.

"This is Ron Weasley, do you remember him daddy?" Hermione asked, pulling Ron past him, and bringing him into the house. Ron was so amazed at the home, touching everything he could, as Mrs. Granger came from her room.

"Mom? This is Ron Weasley."

"Oh yes, Ronald, so wonderful to see you again. I guess you are fascinated with our house," she said with a little laugh.

"It's so cool! I have never seen anything like this before," Ron said, poking at a lamp.

Fall, sometimes I fall so fast

When I hit that bottom crash

You're all I have

"Well, it's wonderful to see you again. When will you be home?" Mrs. Granger asked, a little taken aback by Ron's eagerness to poke the stereos as well. Hermione sighed, he was so hopeless.

"At eleven, no later," Hermione said with a smile.

"Wonderful dear, have a good time," Mrs. Granger said, Mr. Granger growling low as Hermione grabbed Ron and they left quickly.

Ohhhh

It seems like I can finally

Rest my head on something real

I like the way that feels

Ohhhh

It's as if you know me better

Than I ever knew myself

I love how you can tell

All the pieces, pieces, pieces of me

In the car Hermione was trying to get Ron to understand how a light worked when they finally reached a small restaurant. They ate, with a lot of strange questions from Ron about the food and menus and how a waiter worked and Hermione was laughing most of the time with his odd questions.

It wasn't like he was going to get it as soon as he saw it. He came from a completely different world. Hermione didn't mind explaining everything to him. It made her feel as if he wanted her to explain everything, unlike the many times he only wanted to borrow her homework, not having her talk to her about it.

How do you know?

Everything I'm about to say

Am I that obvious?

And if it's written on my face

I hope it never goes away

Yea

Soon the two were off on a walk to the movie. Ron was asking a questions about a stop sign as they crossed a cross walk and he noticed a couple ahead of them. Hermione had noticed them as well and was looking at their hands, their fingers intertwined. Ron smiled to himself and grabbed her hand.

"Hey Hermione, can you tell me what that is?" he asked, holding her hand tightly and pointing to a bus.

"You're so weird," Hermione said, blushing as they walked and she explained, their hands never parting.

On a Monday I am waiting

By Tuesday I am fading

Into your arms

So I can breathe

After the movie, Ron talking about how amazing it was with the screen in constant motion and things he couldn't believe Muggles could do, they silently walked back to his car, their hands together.

"Hey Hermione?"

"Yeah?" she asked, as he opened the door for her.

"Do you want to do this again?"

Ohhhh

It seems like I can finally

Rest my head on something real

I like the way that feels

Ohhhh

"I'd love to…"

Finally they were in front of her house again, the car stopped and Hermione seeing that the lights were still on. They were waiting she guessed.

"Goodnight Ron."

She leaned over and kissed him on the cheek.

"Night…"

It's as if you know me better

Than I ever knew myself

I love how you can tell

Ohhhh

I love how you can tell

Ohhhh

She got out and waved as he waved back and she headed inside. With one last glace she closed the door and Ron sighed. She is so wonderful. He roared up his car and drove off. If only she hadn't just kissed his cheek…

I love how you can tell

All the pieces, pieces, pieces of me

Pieces, pieces, pieces of me…

-Awe… so pretty! I was actually writing this to a slow sad song and thinking of a Walk to Remember when they are walking down the street holding hands. It's so cute and I just thought it would be fun to put Ron in the real world.

Hog Out!