Alright so I know this one is short but people liked the idea from the Hinder song so I'm going to turn this into about a four chappy thing… Call me When Your Sober belongs to Evanescence and Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling so basically I own the what's and the it's.

Hermione stared at the caller ID, Ron rolled over beside her and continued to snore, with a loud sigh she took the phone into the other room and picked it up. "Hey there Mioneee!" Harry sang from the other end, "Ginny and I got into anotherrrr fight today."

"Don't cry to me," she whispered, she could sense his confusion from the other end.

"What do you mean?" he asked sobered.

"Harry if you loved me you would be here with me… you want me come find me just make up your mind," she sighed into the phone. Harry's late night calls had become more frequent as he and Ginny's relationship was closer to ending.

"What are you talking about you help me do you want me to fall?" he demanded angrily.

"Should I let you fall, loose it all… I don't know maybe so you can remember yourself. I can't keep believe where only deceiving ourselves and I'm sick of the lie… and your too late," the last part was a whisper but she knew he could hear her, he could always hear her.

"Mione… what are you talking about?" he asked again still wondering where she was going with what she was saying.

"Don't cry to me Harry, if yo loved me you would be here with me… if you want me come find me just make up your fucking mind cuz I cant take the blame anymore," she pressed her ear closer to the phone hearing him holding back sobs.

"What blame, Hermione you and Ron and me and Ginny are screwed up anyway," he whispered softly.

"I'm sick with shame Harry… Ron came home with a hooker last week and told me it must be exhausting to loose your own game," she smirked lightly.

"Ginny-"

"Is selfishly hated by me, god no wonder your jaded Harry you cant play the victim this time and you just too late," she choked back her own sobs choosing instead to cry silently, "You never call when your sober… you only want it cuz it's over… yah Harry it's over I look at you and Ginny now and I wonder how could I have burned paradise how could I… you where never mine."

"Hermione please I love you," he whispered from his end of the phone.

"Don't cry to me, if you loved me you would be here with me…. Don't lie to me just go away… I've made up my mind," she turned off the phone and stared at the large engagement ring on her finger.

Don't cry to me.
If you loved me,
You would be here with me.
You want me,
Come find me.
Make up your mind.

Should I let you fall?
Lose it all?
So maybe you can remember yourself.
Can't keep believing,
We're only deceiving ourselves .
And I'm sick of the lie,
And you're too late.

Don't cry to me.
If you loved me,
You would be here with me.
You want me,
Come find me.
Make up your mind.

Couldn't take the blame.
Sick with shame.
Must be exhausting to lose your own game.
Selfishly hated,
No wonder you're jaded.
You can't play the victim this time,
And you're too late.

Don't cry to me.
If you loved me,
You would be here with me.
You want me,
Come find me.
Make up your mind.

You never call me when you're sober.
You only want it cause it's over,
It's over.

How could I have burned paradise?
How could I - you were never mine.

So don't cry to me.
If you loved me,
You would be here with me.
Don't lie to me,
Just get your things.
I've made up your mind.