Her mother had always told her that the voice you hear inside your head was that of your soul mate; Hermione just never thought it could be true. Based off a tumblr idea

"No one realizes that the stone cries..." Just a short little story about the loneliness of a Weeping Angel. Hope you enjoy :)

"She may not mean a thing to you, but she means the world to me." Just a short, kind of cheesy little poem about the Last Centurion.

"Tonight will be the night, that I will fall for you, over again, don't make me change my mind." Hermione spends her nights in the Heads common room learning a certain song on the piano, and Draco Malfoy learns it with her, in a completely different way.

"It's not your rose exactly, but its still special."

"They stood, two people who would normally never be seen together, let alone touching, yet here they were. She knew how much it took for him to bare his soul to her, and it broke her heart to know that if he knew who she was, he'd hex her into oblivion..."