I'm sorry for abandoning this fic recently, but no one was showing much interest in it, so I decided I wouldn't update. You have LilMissNerdfighter to thank for my deciding to post another chapter.

Oh, I still don't own anything.

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"Hey, 'Mione," Harry interrupted her thoughts one night as they sat in the common room. "You haven't sung for us in ages. You used to sing all the time."

"You haven't asked."

"Sing for us now. Please?"

Looking up she can see that everyone is nodding.

"Alright." She sighed, "What do you want me to sing?"

"Sing that one you always used to sing, what was it called?"

"Erm..." Confusion crossed people's faces as they tried to remember what the song had been called.

"I know... 'I'd lie.'"

"That was it! Well done Ron. Sing that one Hermione."

"Okay." Her cheeks flushed red as she remembered the significance of that song, and why she'd sung it so much.

I don't think that passenger seat
Has ever looked this good to me
He tells me about his night
And I count the colours in his eyes There were so many shades of silver.

He'll never fall in love
He swears, as he runs his fingers through his hair
I'm laughing 'cause I hope he's wrong She had wanted him so bad, even then.
And I don't think it ever crossed his mind
He tells a joke, I fake a smile
That I know all his favourite songs How was he supposed to know. She'd never told him.

And I could tell you
His favourite colour's green Slytherin colour, obviously.
He loves to argue More than anything else, and normally with her.
Born on the seventeenth
His sister's beautiful
He has his father's eyes
And if you ask me if I love him
I'd lie She had to. Otherwise her friends would... Well, they wouldn't be her friends anymore.

He looks around the room
Innocently overlooks the truth
Shouldn't a light go on
Doesn't he know that I've had him memorized for so long It had taken him so long to notice.
And he sees everything black and white
Never let nobody see him cry He thought it was a weakness.
I don't let nobody see me wishin' he was mine She couldn't. They'd have killed her.

I could tell you
His favourite colour's green
He loves to argue
Born on the seventeenth
His sister's beautiful
He has his father's eyes
And if you ask me if I love him
I'd lie

He stands there, then walks away He always walked away.
My G*d, if I could only say
I'm holding every breath for you

He'd never tell you
But he can play guitar Nobody else knew that.
She'd only known as she'd stumbled across him playing in the forbidden forest late one night.
She hadn't been able to sleep and had gone for a walk.
I think he can see through everything but my heart He'd been so blind.
First thought when I wake up is
My G*d, he's beautiful He really was.
So I put on my make-up
And pray for a miracle

Yes, I could tell you
His favourite colour's green
And he loves to argue
Oh, and it kills me
His sister's beautiful
He has his father's eyes
And if you ask me if I love him...
if you ask me if I love him...
I'd lie.

As the song drew to a close she looked up to see smiles on several people's faces.

"Erm, Hermione, who is the song about?" Asked a curious girl on the other side of the common room.

"I don't know. Obviously at the time the artist wrote it she was in love with someone she thought would never love her back. So she wrote a song about it."

"But who do you sing it about?" Persisted the girl.

"It's a good song. I don't have to sing about someone in particular, maybe I was just singing for the sake of singing."

"But you weren't. I could see in your eyes the words meant something to you. Do you want Ron back?"

Ron, standing the other side of the room, blushed red, and Hermione tried not to laugh.

"No. Me and Ron, we weren't working. We are friends, and it's best that way. There was no romance, no passion."

"But when you used to sing it, it was about him. Everybody knew you wanted him then."

Hermione opened her mouth to protest, then realised if she wanted to keep her and Draco a secret it was safest not to argue. Unfortunately, Harry was curious now, thinking back over the song.

"But the words don't fit Ron at all. His favourite colour isn't green, that's the Slytherin colour, and he hates arguments... And he has his mother's eyes, not his father's. Besides, he can't play the guitar to save his life. I've seen him try!"

Hermione laughed. "As I said, it's a song. It's not even my song; I borrowed it off someone else. It's not going to fit word for word."

"I suppose." Harry said, seeing she didn't want to talk about it, but he made up his mind to talk to her later.

"Now, I'm going to bed. See you all tomorrow."

"Night Hermione," chorused the others as she retreated to her room.

She didn't notice till she'd reached the stairs that Ginny had followed her out the room. They climbed the stairs together in silence, going into the dorm and shutting the door.

"They got close there." Commented Ginny, the only person other than Ron, her and Draco who knew about them.

"They'll never guess who it really is. If they are going to interpret the songs that literally, he doesn't have a sister, and I don't think anyone else knows he plays guitar. And he worked out that I loved him in fourth year, so the song isn't relevant anymore. "

"But you'd still lie if anyone asked if you loved him."

"Yeah... I suppose I would."

"Asked if you loved who?" came a voice from the doorway, and they looked up to see Harry standing in the doorway. "I came to ask if you were okay. You left rather hurriedly back then."

"I'm fine. Thanks for coming to check."

"No problem. Now I'm just curious as to who you've gone and fallen in love with. And in fourth year, from the sound of it."

"How long were you in the doorway, Harry?"

"I heard you say 'I loved him in fourth year, so the song...' but nothing before that."

"Oh, well, that's alright then."

"Who is it 'Mione. I know it's not Ron. But if you've loved this guy since 4th year then were you two timing Ron when you dated him?"

"No, we'd broken up."

"Who is it?"

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you." Her eyes sparkled as she realised how she could tell the truth and get away with it.

"Tell me." He pleaded.

"Well," She said, acting like she was struggling not to laugh, "It's... Draco Malfoy!" She met Harry's horrified eyes with her own sparkling ones, then he collapsed with laughter.

"Don't do that to me, 'Mione. You almost gave me a heart attack."

"Sorry. It was too good a chance to miss. Now, I would like to go to bed. Goodnight Harry." And with that she effectively pushed him out the room, before turning to Ginny. Meeting her eyes they both collapsed onto the bed, laughing till they cried.

"I must admit," Ginny gasped, once her laughter had died enough to allow her to talk, "I was wondering what you were doing. I should have known he'd never believe it."

"I thought for a minute he wouldn't fall for it, he looked so angry. I nearly had Draco's murder on my hands."

"Your fault for falling in love with him. If you hadn't you wouldn't have this problem."

"I know. But honestly, it is far too late now. There's no going back."

"You can't tell yourself you don't love him?"

"No. Not after everything, there is no way my heart would accept that. My mind might, but my heart couldn't."

"You can't keep it a secret forever, 'Mione, sooner or later people are going to find out. It'll be safest if it is through you, rather than vicious rumours."

"I know. I'll talk to him about it, honest I will."

"Goodnight Hermione."

"Goodnight Ginny."

And she switched off the light and fell asleep.

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Right, there you go, the next chapter. If you want the final part, you have to review, I won't update it unless you do.

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