Hermione didn't notice Draco Malfoy walk into the Room of Requirement, hands on his hips. He was about to speak, when he heard Hermione pick up the ROR's guitar.

The song was her own, and it was sweet, and sad, not angst/drama-ridden, like Linkin' Park's.

She began to sing while she strummed.

'And the music it takes the pain away, and everything's going to feel alright. And as the music courses through my porcelain veins, yes I know that it's going to be alright.' She stopped. Pausing to remove her wand from her pocket. Malfoy raised his wand. Hermione got up, and slowly turned around.

But even as she did, Malfoy was gone. She shrugged her shoulders, and resumed her music.

Harry put his hands on Ginny Weasley's shoulders, looking with a puppy-dog pout look in his eye.

'Look, Gin.'

'Just a sec, Harry.'

She pulled a memory from her long, red hair, and put it in her porta-pensieve.

'Remember this?' She asked, as a picture of her kissing Harry appeared on the scene.

Harry smiled, but it was a sad smile, as if to say, that he remembered, but it was a sad memory.

Ginny kissed him quickly, and ran off, not wanting to hear what Harry was going to say.

'Oi! Ron!' Yelled Harry. Ron came in, dragging a Pansy Parkinson by the wrist.

'Oh, hi Harry.' He said. Harry bug-eyed him. Pansy smiled coyly.

'Bye Ronnikins.' She said, kissing the end of his nose. Ron turned red as she ran off. '

'Look, Ron, it's about Gin…' Ron opened his eyes.

'Are you breaking up with my sister, 'cause if you are, I'll kick you're a—'

'Ron! I love Ginny, I really do, but now that Voldemort's been destroyed, maybe Gin won't like me anymore, y'know?' Asked Harry.

Ron considered the question, after habitually flinching. 'Ahh, no.'

'Look Ron, Ginny says that she likes me so much because I'm always out saving the wizarding world, maybe she'll want to break up now that I've nothing to do.

'Look, Harry, you're mental. She started liking you because of that, but now she likes you because you're Harry, her hero.' Ron said.

Harry laughed unkindly and gestured to Pansy, outside in the corridor.

'I'm just saying.' He smirked. Ron sadly shook his head. 'Pansy, now she's a different matter.'

Harry laughed, and shook his head.

'You really are something, Ron.' he replied.

Parkinson liked Ron because he helped Harry defeat the Dark Lord, and virtually most of his supporters.

But the horcruxes, there was still more.

But Gin, would Gin still love him?

The devil part of him screamed, 'Why Potter? You're not perfect? she'll hate your guts.'

But the angel part screamed, 'harry, she'll always love you...'

Harry listened to the angel.

He was always right.