A New Era…

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters they belong to J.K (sniffs). Only the plot is mine.

A/N: Hey guys! I'm SO sorry I haven't updated for ages. When I got back from my aunts house I had a week of tests and then I rested for a while and wrote drafts for the next couple of chapters. The next few updates will be shorter than others but they will be updated more frequently! Once again the song is in bold and their thoughts are in italics. I hope you like.

Read on dudes…Read on!

I can't stand to fly
I'm not that naive

It felt like time was flying and before anyone could say Bertie Botts Every Flavour Beans there was only one week left to Halloween. Hermione and Blaise were working hard on the disco as well as studying and doing their Head duties. It was really hard to get Hermione to take a time out. It wasn't just really hard it was extremely rare too. Harry decided he'd give it a go anyway.

"What are you doing in here Herms? It's probably the last day of sunshine we'll get 'till spring. Even Blaise is outside. Come out…please?"

Hermione looked up at Harry. His eyes were pleading with her.

Why does he have to have perfect eyes? STOP it 'Mione! He doesn't even like you.

"It's unhealthy to stay indoors" Hermione gazed into his eyes once again, then sucked in her breath.

Here goes nothing.

"Okay Harry, Let's go"

"What you're actually coming out?"

"Yes. Yes I am"

Im just out to find
The better part of me

Harry reached out his hand and pulled Hermione up out of her seat which was next to the now dying fire.

Whoa – Why do I feel dizzy? Oh yeah – Hermione. Her hands are just so.soft! But… she doesn't like you Potter. Snap out of it!!

Harry snapped out of his thoughts and started laughing at Hermione.

"What?"

"Nothing!"

"What is it??"

"You – laughing – just ha-ha-have – laughing – some writ-writ-writing – laughing – f-f-f-from a book smudged on your - laughing – forehead"

"What? I couldn't tell what you're saying because of your laughing!"

Harry steered Hermione to a mirror by the stairs. She turned crimson with embarrassment.

"Oh – I must have fallen asleep in a book"

Im more than a bird...Im more than a plane
More than some pretty face beside a train
Its not easy to be me

"Don't let Ron know about this – he'll never let you live it down"

"I don't intend to! One sec – I've got to get my coat – it looks cold even though it's sunny."

A few minutes later a warm Hermione was wandering through the castle with a shivering Harry. They wandered out into the courtyard, and sat on a bench. The courtyard was empty except for them.

"You really should have kept your jacket Harry"

"You n-n-n-need-needed it m-m-more"

"But now you need it more"

"Me? I'm f-f-fine! As warm as a f-f-f-fire I am"

Hermione had been persuaded by Harry to forget her coat and they had left straight away. But once past the library Hermione had started shivering and Harry had given her his jacket. He now was the one in need of the jacket! There was an awkward silence.

"'Mione?"

"Yes Harry?"

Wish that I could cry
Fall upon my knees

"When did you start playing the guitar?"

Hermione glared at him.

"Have you been sneaking about in my room?"

"No. The day you slept in, I saw it sticking out under your bed when we were trying to wake you up."

"Sorry"

…

"Well?"

"Well what?"

"Are you going to tell me?"

There was silence.

Come on 'Mione, tell him. He'll understand. Okay – I'll do it.

"Three summers ago. I was at my grandparent's house. You see – my parents are great and I love them to bits – but they are rarely around because of the practice. So o see my grandparents much more than I see my parents. I live with my grandparents. One day my granddad came home from town and handed me a guitar,

Find a way to lie
About a home Ill never see

– 'An early birthday present', is what he'd said. I had no intention of starting guitar but smiled and thanked him none the less. He wanted me to be musically involved because his whole family had been, even my dad when he was younger. That night was my grandparents' anniversary. They went out for dinner while I stayed at home and made them a cake. They were supposed to be home at ten. They didn't arrive. I decided they must have gone out for a drink. But I had a feeling in my gut something was wrong. At ten to eleven the doorbell rang. I rushed out and could see red and blue lights. When I opened the door a policeman stood there – one look at his face told me that my beloved grandparents were de-de-dead. A few days later my mom wanted to know if there was anything she could do. I told her there was and started guitar lessons with a tutor almost immediately. I was ful-ful-fulfiling my granddads last wish for me. And I actually enjoyed playing guitar too." Hermione broke down and Harry quickly pulled her close to him and stroked her long wavy hair. He was shocked.

Why didn't she say anything?

"Why didn't you say anything to me 'Mione?"

It may sound absurd...but dont be naive
Even heroes have the right to bleed

"I don't know. I just-"

"I know what you're going through. There was silence in the empty courtyard except for Hermione's sobbing.

"S-s-s-sorry"

"Shhh. No need for you to be sorry. You shouldn't bottle up your feelings though. It's unhealthy."

"You do" Harry choked on air if that is possible.

"I-well-I-um-I can-"

"Harry it's your turn to tell me something now" She murmured this into his jumper while he rubbed soothing circles on her back.

"'Okay. You wanna know about my tattoo?"

"Please – I meant to ask you about that"

"Okay"

Come on Potter! You can do this! It's fair to tell her something too.

"It's for my dad actually. He was a Seeker for Gryffindor, as you know, and so am I. It also represents freedom – in the wings – freedom from the Dursleys. Freedom from underage magic! Being able to go wherever, whenever now because I'm 17. Freedom from this stupid prophecy. Just, freedom."

I may be disturbed...but wont you concede
Even heroes have the right to dream
Its not easy to be me

"Thought so"

"Did you now?!"

"Uh huh! You're so predictable"

"In a good way or in a bad way?"

"I don't know I guess maybe –"

Harry picked Hermione up and tickled her until her tears of sadness became tears of laughter.

"Okay, okay, okay! In a good way"

"Good!"

A very good way.

"You okay now Hermione?"

"Yes Harry. I'm fine!"

"Hermione, would you like –"

"'Mione! 'Mione! 'Mione! 'Mione!"

A smile spread over Hermiones face. As a redheaded girl came running towards them.

What's all this about then? Shut up Harry – if you stop thinking, we'll find out!

Up, up and away...away from me
Its all right...you can all sleep sound tonight

"'Mione! Seamus asked me to the disco!"

"Did he now?!"

"He told me you helped him. I just wanted to say thanks"

"'scuse me would you?" With that Harry dragged Ginny away.

What's all that about?

He whispered something in her ear. She nodded vigorously and then said goodbye to Hermione and Harry and bounded up the stairs towards the Gryffindor common room.

"Hermione, doyouwannagodiscowithmebecuaseIunderstandifyoudon't?"

It took Hermione a few seconds to decipher what had been asked.

"Yes, of course I'll go to the disco with you Harry!" She laughed at the lopsided grin on his face and the big hug he's just given her in response.

"Thanks for cheering me up today. I'm glad I got that off my chest."

"No problemo. What time is it?"

Hermione checked her watch.

"Dinner started ten minutes ago!"

Im not crazy...or anything...

I cant stand to fly
Im not that naive

With that they rushed to the Great Hall. Jut as he was about to enter Hermione pulled Harry back by his jumper.

"What did you say to Ginny?"

"I asked if she would be ok with it since we did date last year."

"And?"

"And she's fine with it!"

Yes! I'm going to the disco with Harry. I'm going to the disco with Harry. I'm going to the- okay would you shut up now?!

Hermione squealed in delight. She pecked him on the check and pulled a dazed and delighted 'Boy-Who-Loved' into the Great Hall behind her!

Yes! I'm going to the disco with Hermione! I'm going to the disco with Hermione! I'm going to the- Shut up already!!!

A/N:

Hope you like! Once again sorry, for not updating for ages! The song is It's not Easy by Five for Fighting. Did you like what I did with the whole 'boy-who-lived' and 'boy-who-loved'? Please let me know what you thought. Special thanks to :

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