Lips of an Angel

Honey why you call on me so late?

It's kind of hard to talk right now

Honey why you crying, is everything okay?

I gotta whisper 'cause I can't be too loud

Draco Malfoy had just come out of his shower, clad in only pajama bottoms. He was towel-drying his hair as his eyes found the view of his wife of two years lying on the bed.

"Are you ready for bed?" she asked, eyes lustfully scanning his bare chest, lightly toned due to his years of playing Quidditch.

"In a minute, Pansy," he replied.

He threw the towel on a chair and quickly combed his hair before and after using a drying spell. Once he was done, he pulled the covers back and climbed into bed.

Pansy scooted closer to her husband and laid her hand on his chest, nibbling his ear. She was determined to ease his tense mood that had held out the whole day since he woke up that morning. Before she could get far, though, their phone rang.

"Ugh. I don't know why you insist on having that bloody Muggle contraption," she muttered, moving off him as he got up.

He had no clue who it could be; no one called him this late.

"Hello?" he asked tiredly once he picked up the phone.

"Draco?" a hesitant voice asked.

His jaw dropped and his eyes grew wide. It couldn't possibly be-

"Hermione?" The name left his lips without his consent, coming out in a hushed whisper.

"It's me."

"Why- why are you calling so late? It's a bit hard to talk at the moment," he said, looking over his shoulder at his partly open bedroom door.

"Oh, never- never mind, then. Have a good night."

He was about to wish her the same when he heard a sniffle and a watery sigh.

"Hermione? Why are you crying? Is everything okay?"

"I just- I got into a row with Ron. It's nothing. I just... I had to call you," she said. "Is Pansy around? How are things going with her?"

Well, my girls in the next room

Sometimes I wish she was you

I guess we never really moved on

"She's in the bedroom. Things are going okay, I guess," Draco said. He threw another nervous glance over his shoulder and sank onto the couch.

Hermione's voice was shaky when she called, "Draco?"

It's really good to hear your voice

Saying my name, it sounds so sweet

"Yeah, Hermione?"

"I've missed you..."

Coming from the lips of an angel

Hearing those words, it makes me weak

"I can't talk long, but I was wondering..." Her voice was timid and he heard her take a deep breath before she spoke her next words. "Can we meet? I really want to see you."

And I never want to say goodbye

My God you make it hard to be faithful

With the lips of an angel

Before he knew what he was doing, he responded, "Of course." But he didn't regret it- by God, he missed her, too.

"You know, I... I had a dream of you last night. You know, the way things used to be. Have... Have you ever had a dream like that?"

It's funny that you're calling me tonight

And yes, I dreamt of you too

"Last night," he responded softly.

And does he know you're talking to me

Will it start a fight?

"Ron thinks I'm calling my parents, but... I just had to speak to you. He'd blow the roof if he knew the truth," she laughed sadly. "What about Pansy?"

No, I don't think she has a clue

Draco's eyes went to his bedroom door.

"No, she's in bed. She wouldn't know."

Well, my girl's in the next room

Sometimes I wish she was you

I guess we never really moved on

"Hey Draco?"

It's really good to hear your voice

Saying my name, it sounds so sweet

"I just wanted to let you know... I never stopped loving you."

Coming from the lips of an angel

Hearing those words, it makes me weak

"Anyway, that's really all I had to say... So I guess I should say goodbye..."

And I never want to say goodbye

"At least, until I see you Saturday afternoon at Diagon Alley."

My God you make it hard to be faithful

"Sweet dreams, Draco."

With the lips of an angel

Draco hung up the phone absentmindedly, replaying Hermione's admission over and over in his head.

Truth was, he'd never stopped loving her, either, despite the fact that it was him who broke up with her. But she really couldn't blame him, could she? He, a Malfoy, couldn't spend the rest of his life with a Muggle-born. He was expected to marry Pansy Parkinson and have a healthy pureblood heir. That had been decided since he was in nappies. Who was he to argue?

But deep down inside, he knew that wasn't enough.

When he went back to bed, he could hardly look at Pansy without having his stomach turn. He stemmed her efforts to seduce him quickly, and after long hours, fell into an uneasy sleep.

Finally, Saturday came. He couldn't sleep that night, so he just got up in the early hours of the morning and made a cup of coffee to keep himself alive.

When time rolled around to go to Diagon Alley, Draco told Pansy he had to go.

"What for?" she asked.

He shrugged. "I just want to go out for a bit."

"Oh," she replied. "Well, I'll go with you."

"No!" he said quickly. "I mean, no, it's okay. I just- I want to have a bit of time to myself. I'll see you later."

Without a kiss goodbye, he walked out the door and beyond the gates of the Malfoy Manor, then disapparated.

As soon as he arrived at Diagon Alley, someone bumped into him.

"Oh, I'm sorry!"

He turned around to berate the girl when he found himself face-to-face with Hermione Granger.

"Hermione?" he asked softly, his eyes drinking in the sight of her.

"Draco?"

It's really good to hear your voice

Saying my name, it sounds so sweet

"Oh, I'm so happy to see you!"

Coming from the lips of an angel

Hearing those words, it makes me weak

"You look even more beautiful, Hermione," Draco said, pushing a strand of hair from her eyes and behind her ear.

"You've not changed much," she said, looking him over. "Still the same Draco I knew and love."

The present tense on her last word wasn't lost on Draco. He looked down.

"Don't do that," he whispered.

"Do what? Come on, Draco, I'm a Gryffindor. I wear my heart on my sleeve, remember?"

"But it's not possible."

This was obviously the wrong thing to say.

"And that's the problem, right there!" she said, balling her hands into fists at her sides. "Nothing is impossible, Draco Malfoy. That's just what people say when they're too lazy to try to make something work!"

With those final words, she turned on her heel and made to walk away.

And I never want to say goodbye

He caught her wrist before she could walk away and pulled her back to him.

"Malfoy's aren't lazy," he growled.

She crossed her arms over her chest. "Prove it."

My God you make it hard to be faithful...

And so he did. He pulled her close and kissed her in the middle of Diagon Alley for all to see.

She stood still at first, obviously startled, but soon wrapped her arms around his neck as his hands found a familiar path to her waist.

The kiss was chaste, but it left them both panting when they pulled apart from the sheer passion of it.

Lightly tracing his thumb over her lower lip, Draco said, "With the lips of an angel."