6) "Sweet Misery" by Michelle Branch
He should have known that they were all under some twisted spell the moment that everyone started speaking in really bad poetry. It was awful, everything filled with clichés, there were no more surprises, and every one stated exactly what they were feeling. That made Harry feel angry. He didn't want to be some angst ridden teenager obsessed with love and cutting himself. Harry didn't want to go there; he would just sit back and watch the rest of the world go mad. Harry would just have to keep his mouth shut. However like all good plans are eventually ruined by love, his good intentions were laid to waste the moment Ron opened his mouth and said, "Sweet misery you cause me/ That's what you called me/ Sweet misery you cause me." Harry was about to ask Ron what he was smoking and if he minded sharing when he was filled with the uncontrollable urge to sing back to him. "I was weak/ And you were strong/ And me and my guitar,/ We strummed along." Harry was about to comment how preposterous this all was, after all he didn't even own a guitar let alone know how to play it. But then Ron kissed him. And his lips were sweet. And Harry was happy.