Unrequited Love

I know I haven't written anything in forever, but it is just because I haven't really been inspired, and I took off my last story because it was too confusing for me to keep track of. Sorry for the delay. By the way, it is a form of therapy.

This story is dedicated to a black cat who creeps into my dreams, into my soul. I'm not sorry, but I have to let you go. PBPGIFWMY

Disclaimer- I don't own Harry Potter.

Chapter Disclaimer- I don't own Lips of an Angel by Hinder.

Lips of an Angel

Hermione stood in from on the mirror, unable to move, yet she could feel her brain yelling at the rest of her.

C'mon, this isn't anything different. Just put one foot before the other. Turn around, place the veil on your head and get married!

Still, her body was in protest. She kept looking in the mirror. As she stood there, she could see him, in her mind, the man downstairs. He loved her that she knew; it was obvious to everyone. Sure, she loved him. He was everything she should want- kind, caring, gentle, honest, not particularly loquacious, but he did have his moments. The main downstairs had been there with her through everything. He is safe, familiar, and secure. She knew he would always be there and that's how she ended up here. In the old room of Ginny's in the Weasley house, in a wedding gown, frozen in front of a mirror. She looked at the veil again and just could not bring herself to put it on. Instead, she went over to the Pensieve. Looking in she knew what she had to do. Turning around, she threw a locking charm on the door, and dove into her secret dream one last time.

As she entered her secret world, she could here the music begin to play, like it always did. She took her place in the shadows and watched as the fog rolled in and candles slowly brought a glow to her surroundings.

Honey, why you calling me so late?

It's kindda hard to talk right now.

Honey, why you cryin'? Is everything okay?

I gotta whisper cuz I can't be too loud.

Slowly, she saw herself. She was in a long dark blue gown standing in the middle of the room. Out of the shadows he appeared. His eyes two silver daggers, piercing straight through her heart and the perfect golden hair falling forward around his face. He looked at her, took a glance behind him, and then strode up to her, taking her waist and leading her to dance while the music continued.

Well, my girl's in the next room

Sometimes I wish she was you

I guess we never really moved on.

As Hermione watched the couple spin around, she caught a flick of light catching on silver. Just as he had done before, he emerged from the shadows, pulled her up to him and began to dance with her.

It's funny that you're calling me tonight.

And, yes, I've dreamt of you too.

Does he know you're talking to me?

Would it start a fight?

No, I don't think she has a clue.

Somewhere, Hermione's brain was trying to play catch-up with all the events taking place. But, as her dream-self had done, she began to relax and flow with the music, not really caring for explanations. Her partner hadn't said a word to her, but she understood. The pain was in his eyes as well as the music around them. She knew he was going to marry Pansy Parkinson, and the wedding was the same day as hers, a little ironic, but reality could not find them here. The bridge of the song continued as bittersweet pain ensued and both partners held on just a little more tightly.

It's really good to hear your voice

Sayin' my name, it sounds so sweet

Comin' from the lips of an angel

Hearin' those words it makes me weak.

Hermione dared look into his eyes. He glanced at her.

Hermione whispered, "I can't come back here, I can't see you again. I'm not sorry, but I have to let you go. You're too much a part of my soul. We have to move on."

Live and die

Never wanna say goodbye

But, girl, you make it hard to be faithful

With the lips of an angel.

And just as in her dream, Draco stopped the dance, stroked a finger across her lips, kissed her gently, then waked back into the shadows. Leaving Hermione, both of her, standing in a sea of candlelight and fog. All alone again with a single tear.