Come What May Chapter 45: Chapters 45 & 46, a Harry Potter + Glee Crossover fanfic

A/N: I cannot begin to apologize for how long it has taken me to update. I sort of lost my muse there for a while, but I'm back for the time being!

Special shoutouts to all those who've favorited/followed me and more importantly this story recently (and overall). Y'all got my ass in gear again!

Anywho...to make up for my absence, this isn't just one chapter, but two! Am I forgiven? :)

~Chapter 45~

"I just don't see what the big deal about prom is," Hermione stated exasperatedly as she walked into the choir room between Brittany and Santana.

"Didn't you have any dances at your old school?" The blonde dancer asked with a tilt of her head.

"Well, we had one my fourth year to help foster international friendships, but it ended up in my being caught in the middle of a Bulgarian guy and a French girl who were both vying for my affections," the older girl trailed off with a wince.

"Those fuckers," grumbled Santana quietly as she folded her arms across her chest.

"Anyway…" the young witch went on, giving the Latina a bemused look. "I just don't care for the hustle and bustle around finding a dress for a silly little dance."

"Um, prom is like our Oscars, Mia. It's seriously like the most important night of our lives," Santana informed the British girl as the three sat down in the front row.

"Um, what about getting married…?" The wavy-haired brunette questioned with a puzzled expression.

"Oh, you can get married as many times as you want, but you only have one shot at your junior prom," Quinn stated matter-of-factly, settling into a seat behind them.

"Well, you can't get married as many times as you'd like in my world," Hermione stated pointedly causing the raven-haired girl to gaze at her fondly. Her trance finally broken when the former head Cheerio kicked the back of her chair.

"What are you guys talking about?" Mercedes asked as she walked into the room.

"Just these three trying to convince me to go to prom," the brown-eyed girl informed her with a playful roll of her eyes.

"Oh, you're not going either?" The African American girl responded before sitting down next to Quinn and in front of Sam.

"What, why the hell aren't you going?" Kurt gasped, leaning forward to talk to her.

"'Cause nobody's asked me…" she trailed off. Hermione glanced back at Sam who looked at the girl in front of him with sad eyes.

"Alright, guys," Mr. Schue addressed his students when he finally arrived, writing 'prom' on the white board.

"Please tell me we're not doing songs about prom," Sam groaned, burying his head in his hands.

"Nope, we are the prom. Figgins has asked us to perform," the curly-haired man told them with a smile.

"Let's do Run, Joey, Run!" Rachel cried out excitedly, bouncing up and down in her seat. Hermione turned to Santana, an inquisitive look on her face.

"Don't ask," the Latina murmured with a chuckle, shaking her head.

"Now, I know this isn't ideal with Nationals coming up, but we really don't have a choice. I know that prom is a special rite of passage and I'm gonna make sure you guys get to enjoy the dance too, so we're gonna stagger the performances, so that each and every one of you gets a lot of time to dance with your dates."

"Excuse me," Mercedes muttered before hurrying out of the choir room.

"Is she ok?" The hazel-eyed man questioned worriedly.

"Mercedes doesn't have a date for prom. I mean, I don't either, but it's really upsetting her," Puck pointed out with a small frown.

"I'll try to get her to come around. I know someone wants to ask her, but he's too chicken. Never fear though, I've got this covered. Oh, I don't have a date either, so all of us going stag should do something beforehand," Hermione suggested with a shrug before hurrying after Mercedes, unaware of Quinn and Santana glaring at each other once again.

"Hey, love," the British girl spoke as she approached the girl at her locker.

"Oh, hey, girl," Mercedes responded with a sad smile.

"Look, I don't have a date either," Hermione informed her as the other girl nodded stiffly before opening her mouth to speak.

"I know I talk a big game about not needing a man and I don't. I just really wanted to take a date to the prom. I want the dress and the guy and the damn corsage," the younger girl murmured dejectedly.

"I know someone who wants to ask you."

"Look, Hermione, I know I'm hot and all that, and you are charming as hell, but I don't swing that way," Mercedes responded with a small smirk.

"Well, I wasn't talking about me, but I would be proud to have you on my arm," Hermione told her with a genuine smile.

"See? There's that charm everybody talks about."

"Just have a little bit of faith, ok, love? I promise you by the end of tomorrow, you will have a date for prom. He just needs to stop being so shy around you first. He's fancied you for quite a while."

"You're actually serious? There is a guy who wants to ask me to prom?"

"Would I lie to you?" The wavy-haired brunette questioned with a raised eyebrow. Mercedes shook her head, grinning slightly.

"Thanks, girl. You know, I hope Santana gets her shit together because she'd be crazy to lose you," the shorter girl muttered as she hugged the older girl.

"I'll have to let her know that," laughed the young witch as she escorted Mercedes down the hallway.

Several hours later, Hermione saw a familiar head of blonde hair and rushed over to him. She slammed his locker shut, causing him to jump and spin around quickly.

"Jesus, Herms, are you trying to give me a heart attack?" Sam managed to speak while trying to calm down his racing heart.

"Come with me. Now," she ordered before walking to the library. As soon as they sat down, the football player glanced at her fearfully. "Samuel Evans, why haven't you asked Mercedes to prom yet? I see you staring at her like a love sick puppy every day in glee, so why haven't you asked her?"

"I'm afraid she'll say no. Besides, I can't afford it anyway."

"That's where you're wrong." Hermione reached into her bag and grabbed several twenty dollar bills. "Here."

"Herms, I'm not taking that money."

"Yes, you are. Consider it as a belated birthday present and a gift for all the times you've helped me," she told him with a smile, sliding the bills over to him.

"Herms…"

"Please, Sam? You've dealt with so much over the past couple of weeks and you deserve to have one carefree night with the girl you're so obviously mad about. Please?"

"Alright, alright, stop twisting my arm!" The boy finally relented with a large grin causing Hermione to shoot out of her seat into his arms.

"Yes! Thank you, thank you, thank you! Now, you just need an awesome prom proposal," the brown-eyed girl mused aloud.

"Well, I did have something in mind," the blonde boy muttered sheepishly.

"Brilliant! Do you need any help?" Hermione inquired with a wicked grin before Sam nodded and the two set to work on the blonde's idea.

The next day, Mercedes sat in Home Economics barely paying attention to the teacher when Sam entered the classroom with his guitar quickly joined by Hermione who had a pair of drumsticks. Before the teacher could throw them out, Sam began strumming his guitar and opened his mouth to sing as Hermione began tapping on various pots and pans.

"A fish was made to swim in the ocean,
A boat was made to sail on the sea.
As sure as there are stars above,
I know, I know you were made for me,
You were made for me.
A grape was made to grow on a vine,
An apple was made to grow on a tree.
As sure as there are stars above,
I know, I know you were made for me."

As soon as Sam finished the first verse, he began walking towards Mercedes and stopped in front of her before he sang the next verse.

"We'll have our quarrels and you will upset me,
But what can I do?
You've been mine ever since I met you and I'll never leave you.
No, I'll never leave you.
As sure as there's a heaven up above me,
From you I know I'll never be free.
As sure as there are stars above,
I know, I know you were made for me."

At this point in the song, Mercedes was smiling shyly at the blonde boy.

"A fish was made to swim in the ocean,
A fish was made to swim in the ocean.
A boat was made to sail on the sea,
A boat was made to sail on the sea.
As sure as there are stars above,
I know, I know you were made for me.
You were made for me,
You were made for me.
A grape was made to grow on a vine,
A grape was made to grow on a vine.
An apple, an apple was made to grow on a tree,
An apple, an apple was made to grow on a tree.
As sure as there are stars above,
I know, I know you were made for me.

"We'll have our quarrels and you will upset me,
But what can I do?
Baby, what can I do?
You've been mine ever since I met you and I'll never,
Never leave you.

"As sure as there's a heaven up above me,
From you I know I'll never be free.
As sure as there are stars above,
I know, I know you were made for me."

As soon as the song was finished, Hermione pocketed her drumsticks before grabbing the guitar out of Sam's hands and walking over to stand next to a giddy Kurt.

"Mercedes Jones, I apologize for taking this long to do this, but would you do me the honor of coming to prom with me?" The blonde boy asked with a nervous grin.

"I'd love to, Sam," Mercedes told him happily. "That was the sweetest thing anybody's ever done for me."

"Yeah, well, you deserve all that and more," he murmured to her before wrapping his arms around her.

"As touching as this is, I have a class to teach, so the two musicians here need to leave," the teacher stated monotonously.

"Oi, Sammy, we better get outta here before she uses all this kitchen equipment to cause some serious injuries," the British girl cried out over-dramatically earning several giggles from a group of girls sitting close to her.

"Yeah, of course, Herms. Let's get outta here before they resort to cannibalism and decide to eat such talented people," Sam agreed playfully before quickly kissing Mercedes on the cheek and hurrying out of the room.

A few minutes later, Hermione and Sam found themselves laughing heartily in the choir room.

"That was amazing!" The blonde boy exclaimed with a triumphant fist pump. "I can't believe she said yes!"

"Aw, Sammy, did you really think she was going to say no after that performance? It was incredibly sweet and you know it. You two are going to make such a darling couple!" The wavy-haired brunette squealed uncharacteristically.

"Oh hush," Sam responded, turning a light shade of pink. "Are you really going to prom alone?"

"Well, not alone per se. I'm going with Kurt, Blaine, Puck, Quinn, and Santana."

"Are you sure that's a good idea? Don't you think Quinn and Satan might try to kill each other?" Sam snickered as he started playing an unknown melody.

"Don't call her that," she said with a glare directed at the boy. "But, deep down - deep, deep, deep down - they are really good friends and I ruined that. I want them to get some sort of friendship back if that's possible," Hermione informed him with a crooked grin.

"Well, good luck with that. By the way, how many people did you turn down?" He questioned with a smirk.

"What makes you think anybody even asked me?" The football player gave her an incredulous look. "Ok, um, quite a few people asked me and I didn't even know a lot of them, but I didn't want to give anyone the wrong idea, so I said no."

"You just don't want to upset Santana," he pointed out, raising an eyebrow.

"Well, you're probably right there. I still love the girl and I can't wait until this ridiculous break is over. And before you say anything, yes, I know I was the one who suggested the bloody thing in the first place!" She called out, throwing her arms up in the air causing the younger boy to snicker.

"Ah, young love," Sam sighed wistfully, ducking as paper ball was hurled at his head.

A few hours later, Hermione found herself fidgeting at the dress shop Kurt and the girls had dragged her to.

"I hate you all," she mumbled angrily as Kurt and Mercedes began handing her several dresses to try on.

"Oh, shut up. You love us, now go try on those dresses while Santana is busy fighting with that employee," the blue-eyed boy ordered before shoving the British girl into the fitting room. Several minutes and a dozen dresses later, Kurt and Mercedes had selected the perfect dress for their less than amused friend. After they handed the dress over to one of the shop's workers, the two divas turned back towards the older girl.

"About bloody time," Hermione grumbled, while collapsing onto the nearest sofa. "Can we please leave now?"

"Nope," Mercedes smirked wickedly. "Now, we need to find shoes!" The British girl groaned and began banging her head into the back of the couch as her friends skipped over to the shoe section.

"Uh, Mia, what are you doing?" An amused voice called out, sitting down next to her.

"Just kill me now, San," the wavy-haired brunette sighed dramatically as she leaned against the Latina.

"Hmm, nope. I kinda want to have you around for a while," Santana replied playfully. "Is shopping with Porcelain and Wheezy really that awful? I mean, you've fought in a fucking war for Christ's sake!"

"Don't call them that. And yes. I love them both dearly, but there's only so much shopping I can take."

"Well, I'm sure it's nearly impossible to find a dress that is worthy of your beauty," the raven-haired girl murmured with a wink before walking over to Tina and Brittany.

"I swear that woman is going to be the death of me," Hermione grumbled to herself before reluctantly joining Kurt and Mercedes over by the shoes.

~Chapter 46~

A few nights later, Hermione flattened her dress out one more time and looked over herself in the mirror.

"Relax, Granger, this isn't going to end up like the Yule Ball," she mumbled to herself before taking a deep breath and timidly walking out of her room. She made her way into the kitchen in search of her uncle and cleared her throat.

"Oh, hey, Mia, what's u— Oh my god, you look gorgeous, sweetheart!" Will told her genuinely as he spun her around.

"You really think so?" The wavy-haired brunette questioned sheepishly.

"Of course, Mia! Now stop worrying, your friends are going to be here soon," he paused, hearing muffled voices in the hallway. "Actually it sounds like they just got here," he chuckled as the two walked towards the front door.

"Back off, Fabray, I'm going to ring the doorbell!"

"Oh, shut it, Satan. If you were going to ring the doorbell, you would have done it already!"

"Ladies, I highly doubt you even need to ring the doorbell now. I think you've woken up the entire building," came Kurt's shrill reply. Having had enough, Hermione swung open the door.

"I didn't know I was going to prom with a bunch of children," she interjected with an eye roll, putting her hands on her hips.

"Sorry about them," Blaine told her with a smile as he wrapped his arms around her. "You, my dear, look stunning."

"Why thank you, kind sir. You look rather dashing yourself. And Kurt, that's an interesting outfit, but it's very you. I love it," she beamed at the taller boy before embracing him.

"Thanks, darling. You look fabulous as always. I must say, whoever picked out your dress has great taste," he winked before grabbing Blaine's hand and moving to sit on the couch.

"Hey, Hermione, you look great," Quinn told her shyly, giving her a quick hug before turning to talk to Mr. Schue.

"Damn, baby girl, you are looking fine," whistled Puck while waggling his eyebrows before picking her up and spinning her around.

"Oi, Puckerman, keep it in your pants," chuckled the British girl before turning towards the door to greet the final person in the group. As Santana emerged from the hallway, Hermione's breath caught in her throat.

"Hey, princesa, you look…wow," the Latina managed to get out, not taking her eyes off the older girl.

"Th-thanks, San. You look absolutely breathtaking as usual," the Gryffindor responded with a blush as she wrapped her arms around the former Cheerio. The raven-haired girl smiled happily before she returned the taller girl's hug.

"So, we should really get going if we don't want to miss our reservations!" Quinn shrieked, bolting towards the door.

"Whoa, relax, Baby Mama, we've got time. The Stix ain't going anywhere," the boy with the mohawk told her with a smirk.

"Well, excuse me, for not wanting to miss out on one of the most important nights of my life," grumbled the blonde as she gave him the infamous Fabray glare.

"Quinn's right, guys," laughed the young witch, finally pulling away from Santana. "We really should get going."

"Fine, fine," relented Kurt as he stood up with his curly-haired boyfriend. "Let's blow this popsicle stand."

"Wait, guys, let me take a couple of pictures," Will told the kids as he hurried off to get his camera. Once he returned, he took a couple group pictures before demanding that Hermione and Santana let him take a picture of them.

"You know, I never really realized this before, but they are so beautiful together," the Warbler pointed out with a fond grin as Quinn huffed and crossed her arms angrily.

"Ok, guys, get outta here and enjoy dinner. I'll see you all at the dance!" The hazel-eyed man said excitedly.

"Oh, don't remind me," the British teen groaned playfully as she grabbed Santana and Puck's hands and pulled them out to the limo. The group fooled around and goofily sang along to the radio as they rode to BreadstiX. When they arrived, everyone quickly hopped out of the vehicle until only Santana and Hermione remained. The Latina climbed out of the limo and stuck out her hand. The wavy-haired brunette smiled shyly and allowed the other girl to help her out of the car.

"Who knew you were so chivalrous," Hermione teased as she linked arms with the former cheerleader.

"Yeah, well, you bring out that side of me," the younger girl replied with a wink. As they were about to enter the restaurant, the raven-haired girl stopped. "You really do look beautiful tonight. I mean, you always do, but you just make that dress look so damn amazing." The older girl ducked her head down bashfully before quickly pecking Santana on the cheek.

"C'mon, we better get inside." The two wandered over to their table where they were met with Blaine and Kurt gazing lovingly at each other, Puck propositioning a waitress, and Quinn glaring at their linked arms.

"About time you two showed up," Puck called out, while jokingly leering at the two of them. "I'm starving!"

"Sorry, Puckerman, I got distracted," Santana replied while winking at the British girl before sitting down. "But let's go ahead and order. You know how much I love my Stix!"

As the group sat waiting for their food, Hermione caught sight of familiar blonde hair and shot up.

"I'll be right back," she beamed. As she walked away, Santana let out a wistful sigh.

"Damn, Lopez, you've really got it bad, haven't you?" The football player snickered, earning a high five from Blaine.

"Hells yeah I do. I mean, have you seen her?" The Latina gazed at the wavy-haired brunette as she chatted animatedly to Sam, Mercedes, Rachel, and Finn.

"Well, too bad you screwed it up then," muttered Quinn under her breath.

"Excuse me? Don't make me go all Lima Heights on your ass, Tubbers!"

"Oh, please, you're so full of shit, Santana. Your dad is a doctor for Christ's sake!"

After Hermione excused herself to go back to her table, she noticed that the two former cheerleaders were bickering yet again.

"Bloody hell, will you two stop it?" She murmured with a frown. "I know you two don't get along as much anymore and I know that it's kind of my fault, but you guys were best friends once. Don't you miss that?" Quinn and Santana looked at each other briefly before turning their heads away in shame.

"Sorry, Mia. I'll try not to rile her up anymore tonight."

"Yeah, same," grumbled Quinn.

"Well, I must say this evening is turning out to be something special," deadpanned Kurt as he picked at his pasta.

"Oh, hush, you know you love the drama," teased the dark-haired Warbler.

"Oh, yeah, I really do, don't I?" The blue-eyed boy smirked causing the rest of the table to begin laughing hysterically.

When all of the New Directions and Blaine finally arrived at the gym, the dance was just beginning. Puck quickly told Sam to get up on the stage as he grabbed Artie.

"I'll be back shortly, ladies. Somebody's gotta get these losers dancing!" The Jewish boy called out over his shoulder as he wheeled Artie to the stage. As soon as the three boys were ready, they began their performance.

"And they really think they are going to do that with Friday?" Laughed Hermione as she began swaying back and forth.

"C'mon, Hermy, let's go dance!" Brittany yelled as she pulled the wavy-haired brunette onto the dance floor.

"Wow, I don't think I've ever seen Hermione dance like that," Blaine stated awestruck as he watched the two girls dance.

"Oh, yeah, she's amazing. You should've seen all the times she, Brittany, and Mike just let loose after school in the auditorium," Santana informed him with a proud smile. "She just doesn't like to show off in front of everyone, but I'm working on that," she chuckled good-naturedly. "Oh, great, there goes Rachel getting ready to perform some sappy love song."

"Hey, San, um, would you like to dance?" A familiar voice rang out from behind her as Rachel began to sing Shania Twain's You're Still the One.

"Um, I-uh-I—" The Latina began looking around frantically. "I can't, I'm sorry. I'd love to dance with you…just not in front of all these people."

"It's alright, love, I understand," Hermione responded with a sad smile before Kurt and Blaine swept her off to dance with them.

"Why won't you dance with Hermy, S? I did! She's a great dancer," the bubbly blonde said matter-of-factly.

"I know she is, but I'm just not ready for all the looks yet, Brit. You know that," Santana responded with a frustrated sigh.

"No one would even care though! I mean everyone is crazy about her. She's hot and she talks funny, but it just makes her even hotter."

"Look, B, why don't you just go dance with Artie. I'm going to go get some of Sue's punch."

"Alright, Sanny, but she's not going to wait around forever, you know," Brittany told her seriously before going off in search of her boyfriend.

"Cheer up, buttercup!" Kurt proclaimed as he and his Warbler pulled Hermione over to the stage before the three began dancing in a circle.

"I think this is the gayest circle I've ever seen," giggled the British girl as she danced around with the boys. "I just wish Santana wasn't so afraid of being herself."

"We know you do, honey. Just give her time. It's obvious how much she loves you. She's just scared," Blaine pointed out reasonably.

"I know, I know. I just wish she'd let me help her," the former prefect commented with a frown.

"Ok, enough of that. This is prom! You need to enjoy yourself, sweetie!" Kurt cried out throwing his arms into the air. "Now get up on that stage and liven up this joint!" Hermione allowed herself to be shooed onto the stage as Rachel finished up her song.

"Good luck, Hermione!" Rachel grinned as she hugged her before hopping off the stage and into her boyfriend's arms. The girl summoned all of her Gryffindor courage and nodded to the band. As they began playing, the brown-eyed girl grabbed a microphone and started to sing.

"I still hear your voice, when you sleep next to me.
I still feel your touch in my dreams.
Forgive me my weakness, but I don't know why.
Without you it's hard to survive."

As she finished the first verse, the audience rushed up to the stage and began jumping up and down before singing along to the chorus causing Hermione to grin ecstatically.

"Cause every time we touch, I get this feeling.
And every time we kiss I swear I could fly.
Can't you feel my heart beat fast, I want this to last.
Need you by my side.
Cause every time we touch, I feel this static.
And every time we kiss, I reach for the sky.
Can't you hear my heart beat so.
I can't let you go.
Want you in my life.

"Your arms are my castle, you heart is my sky.
They wipe away tears that I cry.
The good and the bad times, we been through them all.
You make me right when I fall."

At this point, the wavy-haired brunette motioned for Tina and Mike to join her on stage. When they made their way to her, she handed Tina her microphone and whispered something to Mike. As the Asian girl began singing the chorus, Hermione and Mike started dancing around the stage causing the crowd to cheer even more enthusiastically.

By the time they had finished the song, all three of had their arms around each other, large smiles evident on their faces.

"Blimey, talk about an adrenaline rush," exclaimed Hermione as she and Mike jumped off the stage, while Blaine and Brittany joined Tina for the next performance.

"I know, right? I feel like I could breathe fire!" The dancer agreed as they began dancing with each other once again.

"Um, excuse me, Hermione, may I have this dance?" Someone whispered into the British girl's ear.

"Oi, trying to give me a heart attack there, Q?" The older girl breathed out, putting a hand over her racing heart.

"Sorry," the hazel-eyed girl told her with a smile. "Would you like to dance though?"

"Don't you care what people will say?"

"Nah, not really. I figure I don't really have a lot to lose after the whole Lucy Caboosey fiasco."

"Alright then, let's dance," grinned the other girl. As the two girls danced ridiculously with each other, neither were aware of the heated glare directed at them from dark brown eyes. Once the song was over, Figgins walked to the center of the stage and cleared his throat.

"Attention, students, attention. Will the candidates for prom king and queen please come to the stage? The votes are in." Hermione watched as Finn, Puck, Quinn, Santana, and several others all made their way onto the stage. "This is the moment you've all been waiting for where we announce our junior prom king and also prom queen." Hermione gave her friends an encouraging smile and waited with bated breath for the results. "Roll the drum, please. And this year's junior prom king is…Noah Puckerman!" The football player's jaw dropped, but he quickly covered his surprise by arrogantly approaching Figgins for the crown. After the principal placed the crown upon his head, the boy began flexing his arms and strutting about the stage.

"Way to go, Puck!" Hermione shrieked happily as she clapped along with the crowd. She noticed Santana shoulder check Quinn while mouthing 'you suck' and rolled her eyes at the girl's behavior.

"And now the McKinley High 2011 Prom Queen, with an overwhelming number of write in votes is…Hermione Granger!" The girl in question fell silent as the spotlight shined on her. She only started to move towards the stage after Kurt and Blaine gently nudged her forward. She found Santana's eyes and began mouthing "I'm so sorry" over and over again as she saw the Latina's eyes well up with tears. The raven-haired girl mouthed "it's ok" and smiled at the girl who captured her heart. After the crown was placed on her head, Figgins announced that it was time for the Prom King and Queen to share their first dance. Puck took the girl's hand and led her back to the dance floor.

"Ready to do this, baby girl?" He questioned with a smirk as Santana and Mercedes began singing Dancing Queen. She nodded with grin, placing her arms around her friend's neck.

After the dance, only the New Directions and Blaine remained. Santana gestured to Hermione to follow her to the choir room. When they were finally alone, the shorter girl grabbed the young witch's hand and gently tugged her over to the piano.

"I'm really sorry about Prom Queen, San. You know I didn't want it," the British girl frowned as she played with the former cheerleader's fingers.

"I know, princesa. It's ok. You deserved it more than anyone else, you know." Hermione tilted her head in confusion. "You're beautiful and smart and kind and brave. You don't bully people but rather stand up for them. You're amazing. No one should really be shocked that you got Prom Queen. I mean, even—" Before she could continue, she felt lips crash down upon her own and she couldn't help but release a moan. Without breaking their kiss, Hermione moved to straddle the Latina. "Uh, M-Mia, is this a g-g-good idea?" Santana managed to choke out between passionate kisses. Hermione sighed and placed her forehead against the other girl's.

"Probably not, but it's getting harder to resist you, especially when you're wearing that dress and saying such nice things about me," the British girl groaned, biting her lip.

"Mia, you know we really need to talk about where we stand. I mean, you could be going back to Europe at the end of this year and never coming back. You have a completely different life there that I'll never be a part of. You—" She was silenced by urgent lips on her own yet again. Once air became an issue, the two broke apart.

"Sorry, I guess I just can't help myself when it comes to you," the witch spoke with a crooked grin. "Can we just not think about the future and focus on the present? It's been so long, San." Santana looked at the older girl pensively. She wanted to say no because she knew they both needed to work on things, but the older girl gazing lustfully at her through hooded eyes was making it very difficult.

"You know I can't say no to you," the former cheerleader sighed as Hermione climbed up off of her. "Let's take this back to my place though. My parents are out of town again, so…" The British girl beamed at her before grabbing the other girl's hand and dragging her out to the limo where their friends were waiting. As they approached the vehicle, Santana frowned, hoping she wasn't making a mistake by taking the girl home and making love to her despite the fact that she had yet to work out her issues.

"Stop thinking so hard, love," giggled Hermione, unaware of the inner turmoil the other girl was feeling.

A/N, part II: Aaaaaaand there we go! Songs were "You Were Made for Me" by Sam Cooke and "Every Time We Touch" by Cascada. If this story still generates enough interest, I promise to try and update more often! 3