Harry Potter looked up brushing his jet black hair from his eyes; he was surprised to see his girlfriend holding the telephone she had protested quite loudly against getting clutched in her well manicured hand. "Someone wants to talk to you" she left the room as he took the phone from her curiously. He waited until he could no longer see her bright red hair before picking up the phone.

"Hello?" he asked, on the other side of the phone he heard the sound of a door closing before the woman on the other end of the phone returned his greeting.

"Hey Harry," his best friend in the world Hermione Granger whispered into his ear.

"Honey, why you callin me so late?" he asked the first smile of the day creasing his face at the sound of her voice.

"I just wanted to talk to you for a bit, is it alright?" she asked back, Harry craned his neck behind him and picked up the phone moving to his desk.

"It's kinda hard to talk right now," he heard the telltale sound of crying and his bottle green eyes filled with concern, "Honey why you cryin, is everything ok?"

"Why are you whispering?" she asked completely avoiding the question. This wasn't the first time he had received a midnight call from her and he knew she just wanted to forget for a few hours.

"I gotta whisper cuz I can't be too loud," he smile cheekily knowing she would expect it to be there, he watched Ginny turn into the kitchen and he knew he could talk louder.

"And why is that?" she questioned back the quiet chuckle worth the crap he would get when she felt better.

"Well, my girls in the next room," he smiled then his face turned serious, "Sometimes… I wish she was you" he chuckled lightly and the accompanying laugh from her end told him she knew exactly what he meant, "I guess we never really moved on." During the war when Ron had been forced to stay at the burrow Harry and Hermione had grown closer, sharing a bed and a few chaste kisses. Unfortunately before the relationship could go anywhere after the war they had both been pulled in with their exes, Harry with Ginny Weasley and Hermione with her older brother Ron.

"I know Harry, I know how that feels," she chuckled lightly this time and he could feel the tension radiating from her.

"It's really good to hear your voice, saying my name it sounds so… sweet," he smiled lightly, these midnight talks where the only time they could truly express themselves.

"Sweet huh, why's that," he could see her smiling and felt his entire body react to the picture of her face he saw in his head. Her long brown hair that beautiful face with those eyes, he had joked they had to come with a warning label they where dangerous to drown in.

"Cuz its coming from the lips of an angel," he smiled knowing she was blushing eight different shades of red at his response.

"I love you so much Harry," she whispered knowing those words said louder would make it something more real then either of them where prepared to accept.

"Hearing those words… it makes me weak," he smiled broadly knowing she knew he returned the feelings.

"Do you think we should have…? I don't know tried harder to let those feelings die?" she questioned making the conversation serious once again.

"Let it die… I never wanna say goodbye," he replied the underlying feelings obvious for anyone who knew him so not Ginny he thought bitterly.

"Do you ever want to sever contact for just a second?" he could hear her insecurities ever over the hundred thousand miles separating them as Ron had moved to America to play Quidditch and taken her along with him.

"Maybe but only cuz girl… you make it hard to be faithful with the lips of an angel," he wasn't sure where his poetic nature was coming from that night but he knew she liked that he was telling her how he felt.

"Do you ever dream about us? I know I do a lot."

"It's funny that your calling me tonight and yes I dreamt of you too," he began looking down at a picture of the pair of them he kept on his desk.

"Hold on, Ron's looking for me," he heard moving on the other end of the line and his former best friend yelling for Hermione.

"He doesn't know your talking to me?" Harry asked, her silence was the only answer he needed; he needed to find words… "It'd start a fight," he declared and with that she knew he wasn't angry with her.

"Does Ginny know?" she asked opening the subject further as he heard the shifting of her getting comfortable.

"No, I don't think she has a clue," he whispered again seeing a flash of red through the open door into the bedroom.

"You're whispering again," she whispered back with a giggle.

"Well, my girls in the next room… I wasn't lying before sometimes I do wish she was you," he grinned again.

"Lemme guess," she smirked and he knew what she had in mind.

"I guess we never really moved on," they quoted together; he smiled bowing his head to look at the desk.

"It's really good to hear your voice, saying my name it sounds so sweet," he struggled to remember what he had said next "Coming from the lips of an angel."

"You just completely skipped all my parts," she giggled and he laughed along with her ducking his head lower when he saw Ginny look curiously toward him "Then I said I love you Harry," she said it with the same loving tone and he felt his heart soar again.

"Hearing those words it makes me weak" he continued the game the grin on his face going ear to ear. "So… honey why you callin me so late?"

"I just wanted to tell you I loved you," the click of the phone resonated through his head as he set his half of the handset down. He felt Ginny run her hands up her back then down his chest until her chin rested atop his head.

"Who was that?" she asked in his ear scraping her nails back up his chest.

"Nobody," he kissed her imagining it was instead the lips of his angel.


Honey why you callin me

So late

It's kinda hard to talk right now

Honey why you cryin

Is everything ok?

I gotta whisper cuz I can't be too loud

Well

My girls in the next room

Sometimes I wish she was you

I guess we never really moved on

It's really good to hear your voice

Saying my name

It sounds so sweet

Coming from the lips of an angel

Hearing those words it makes me weak

Let it die

Never wanna say goodbye

But girl you make it hard to be faithful

With the lips of an angel

It's funny that you're calling me

Tonight

And yes I dreamt of you too

He doesn't know your talking to me

It'd start a fight

No I don't think she has a clue

Well

My girls in the next room

Sometimes I wish she was you

I guess we never really moved on

It's really good to hear your voice

Saying my name

It sounds so sweet

Coming from the lips of an angel

Hearing those words it makes me weak

Let it die

Never wanna say goodbye

But girl you make it hard to be faithful

With the lips of an angel

It's really good to hear your voice

Saying my name it sound so sweet

Comin from the lips of an angel

Hearing those words it makes me weak

Let it die

Never wanna say goodbye

But girl you make it hard to be faithful

With the lips of an angel

Never wanna say goodbye

But girl you make it hard to be faithful

With the lips of an angel

Honey why you callin me

So late