My Angel

The phone woke Harry from a fitful sleep. His dreams had once again been enjoyable, but disheartening all the same. He stole a quick glance over his shoulder to the beautiful redhead sharing his bed. Gods he loved his wife, but sometimes he wished… There was no point in talking about wishes.

Harry picked up the phone, “Hello.”

“Harry?” came the all to familiar voice at the other end of the line, although tonight it sounded off.

Harry got out of bed quickly and left the room, shutting the door behind him. “Hermione, why are you calling so late, it’s kind of hard to talk right now.”

“I know Harry, I’m sorry I just needed to…” Hermione broke off. Harry could now hear what was off in her voice. She had been crying.

“Honey, why are you crying is everything ok.” He knew the answer to that before the words left his mouth. Things had not been ok for quite awhile now, for either of them. Things had been so good for the longest time; they had been together in school for three years. She was the only thing that got him through the search for the Horcruxes and the final destruction of Voldemort. They had kept it quiet, seeing each other in abandoned classrooms and holidays when others went home.

Then the war was over and the Wizarding world’s expectations took hold. Harry would marry Ginny; it was the right thing to do after all. Harry was practically a member of the Weasley family anyway; this would only make it official. Then it would be like James and Lily all over again. Harry with his glasses and unruly hair, the spitting image of his father. Ginny with her natural beauty and auburn hair, so similar to Lily Potter. It was the right thing to do, to marry Ginny, right?

“I just needed to hear your voice,” Hermione said in a whisper.

“I have to whisper, Ginny is just in the other room.” Harry cast a glance back at the closed bedroom door. “Sometimes I wish..”

“I know Harry.”

“I love hearing you say my name, it sounds so sweet.” Harry paused and took a deep breath. “I guess we never really moved on.”

Harry remembered the tearful night they made their decision. It was the night before graduation. Harry was tired of the pressure, he thought once Voldemort was gone he could live his life the way he saw fit. It wasn’t to be. If they walked away they would lose everything.

“I dreamt of you tonight Harry. We were at this little cottage on the coast; I was standing at the window watching the sun coming up. You came up behind me and wrapped your arms around me. I felt so safe and loved.”

It’s funny that you called me tonight, I dreamt of you too.” Harry put his head down. “Does he know your talking to me? Will it start a fight?”

Shortly after it came out that Harry and Ginny were engaged, Hermione called Harry and told him that Ron had asked her to marry him. They got married about a month after Harry and Ginny. It hadn’t been the best marriage for Hermione. Ron may not have known about her and Harry, but he did know that Harry meant a great deal to her. Ron was tired of coming in 2nd to Harry. Hermione and Ron fought often.

“No, he is asleep. You know how hard it is to wake him up once he is out.” Hermione paused and Harry could hear her taking a deep breath to calm down. “What about Ginny. I didn’t wake her when I called?”

“No, I don’t think she has a clue. She sleeps like her brother.” Harry needed a moment to gather his thoughts. “I just want you to know, that this call has meant the world to me. Hearing your sweet voice, from the lips of an angel. It makes me weak.”

Angel. Hermione was his angel, he told her that often. She was always there to look out for him and always seemed to know what he needed.

“Oh, Harry.” He could hear her crying in earnest now.

“Hermione I’m sorry. I don’t want you to cry I just want you to understand how I feel. You know the type of man I am and I would never hurt Ginny, but Gods Hermione. You make it hard to be faithful.”

“I know, I feel the same. I will always love you Harry.”

“I never want to say goodbye.” Harry knew they had to. It was Sunday at the Weasley’s tomorrow. It wouldn’t do to have both of them looking like they hadn’t slept.

One year later

The phone woke Harry from a fitful sleep. His dreams had once again been enjoyable, but disheartening all the same. He stole a quick glance over his shoulder at the empty bed next to him. It had been empty for 3 days and he still wasn’t sure how he felt.

He picked up the phone, “Hello.”

“Hello, Harry”

Harry sat up quickly. He hadn’t heard from her in months, ever since her divorce from Ron. He could have looked for her, but he knew it would be too painful for both of them.

“Hermione, how are you are you ok.”
“I just needed to talk to you, I couldn’t go on any longer not hearing your voice.” She paused. “I didn’t wake Ginny did I?”

He actually chucked, which caught Hermione off guard.

“If you wanted to wake up Ginny, you might have been better off calling Malfoy Manor.”

“What!” Harry really didn’t want to talk about it, but if anyone deserved to hear it, it would be Hermione.

“From my understanding Ginny has been seeing Malfoy behind my back for 2 years now. It seems she needed more passion in her marriage.”

“I am so sorry Harry. I know you loved her.” Harry could almost hear her forming her thoughts. “Although, if I remember correctly, passion was never something you were lacking.”

Harry smiled remembering many nights full of passion back when they were in school. “Maybe the problem was that it wasn’t her that fueled my passion.”

Hermione giggled, yes actually giggled. “And do I still fuel your passion Mr. Potter?”

“Oh Hermione, you never stopped. You have been my passion since we were 15 years old. Now that we are 10 years older the passion is deeper.” Harry stopped. How would she respond to his next question? Did he dare ask?

“Just ask Harry.”

“Can I….can I see you again. Anytime I don’t care when I just need to see you and know that you are real and not just another one of my dreams.”

“Come to the living room Harry.”

Harry jumped out of bed and ran to the living room. There just as he always remembered her stood Hermione. “How, Why?”

Hermione cocked her head and gave him a sultry smile. “Why? I have a little confession. Ginny called me and told me about her and Malfoy earlier today. She said something about how maybe now our midnight phone calls wouldn’t wake her up.” Hermione must have seen my panicked expression. “Don’t worry. She isn’t angry. She knew you never did anything; she said she almost wished you had. Then maybe she wouldn’t have felt so guilty.”

She walked over to Harry and wrapped an arm around his waist and kissed him deeply. “As for how? You are nothing if not a romantic Harry. Your password to the flue is Angel. How could I ever forget that.”?

“Hermione, I never want to say goodbye. This time I don’t have to.” With that Harry picked up Hermione and carried her to the bedroom and proved to her once again that passion was not an area in which he was lacking.