Title: Angel
Author: Saiya-Jin-Girl
Disclaimer- I DONT OWN

PART ONE


It was all the same to him. All girls were the same.

He missed her, with all his heart, but he knew that nothing he did or said would bring her back. She was gone for good. That he knew.

He closed his eyes and listened to the rain falling outside, the thunder rumbling in the distance. He leaned back onto the leather chair and listened to the fire crackling in the fireplace. Memories came up to the surface. Memories he had made himself forget, like her face. It was as beautiful as ever, her smile, her lips, her eyes; everything was there, crystal clear. He saw her hair, her body, everything that he had touched, that he had kissed, that he had once called his own. He could see it all at will. She was beautiful, and would always be in his memory. Beautiful. He called her his angel.


"Mione, would you please hurry up?" Ron bellowed from downstairs. Hermione rolled her eyes, a habit she had picked up after hanging out with Ginny, and smiled.

"I'll be down in a minute, Ronald," she emphasized the Ronald. He would know she was annoyed by now. She plucked a delicate earring from her dresser and pushed it into the hole in her ear. It was a beautiful piece, a small pearl with a golden teardrop. She secured the back piece and then stepped back from the mirror to check her face once more. Her makeup was light, just a hint of blush along with a dash of eye shadow, and some gloss on her lips. She had always hated makeup, but over the years she decided that a little wouldn't hurt. She smiled and glanced at her teeth making sure there wasn't any foreign substance in them and then she sighed. Everything was perfect. The only thing that was missing was her ring. She looked around the dresser, through the old perfume bottles, creams and powders, and she spied it, a simple gold eternity band which Ron had presented her with on their Wedding Day. She slipped the ring onto her finger and decided she was finished primping. Grabbing her small purse she made her way to the door and down the stairs.


He was waiting for her, cloak draped over his arm, his wedding band sparkling on his finger. His hair was combed, and his suit was a beautifully made piece of work which he had recently purchased. Hermione smiled. She was wearing a simple dress, spaghetti straps; it was a rose color which highlighted her brown hair, now sleek and tamed. He couldn't help but to stare at her, hungrily almost, his beautiful wife, Hermione Granger-Weasely. She had refused to drop her last name. It had irked him for a while, but he had gotten used to it. He had learned that she was stubborn, as stubborn as him and she never settled for anything less.

She smiled at him and he smiled back. "You look amazing," he said. She sighed.

"You look dashing, Mr. Weasely, now my cloak please," she said. He grinned and she turned around so he could drape her cloak over her shoulders. As he moved closer to her he bent over her neck and planted a small kiss on her cool skin.

"As you say," he whispered in her ear. He stepped back and helped her put on her cloak.

They left the house moments later.

Apparation was quicker than most other means of transportation. Hermione and Ron arrived to Harry Potter's house on time, and looking unruffled. There was no need for floo power, or broomsticks to take them to the house.

"You ready?" he asked. She smiled and nodded. They walked up to the house together and stood in front of the wooden door. Before they could knock, the door opened and Ginny greeted them. She smiled and had one hand on her stomach, since she was seven months pregnant with her second child.

"I saw the clock," she said with a sheepish grin, pointing to the clock on the wall which her mother had given to her. Hermione smiled and kissed Ginny on each cheek and stepped in. Ron kissed his sister and then stepped into the hall. The hung their cloaks and Ginny sighed. "I really don't know why Harry insisted on having this get together now, I mean, I could go into labor any minute!" she said to Hermione. Hermione grinned.

"Well, no one really knows what goes on in that mind of his, what did you see in him anyway?" she asked. Ron laughed.

"Oh, PLEASE, don't get her started on that topic…it was the courage and the beauty in his eyes, his strength…we've all heard her sing that song before, Mione, don't encourage her bad habits," he teased. Ginny hit his arm on his way in and he ran off with an 'ouch' into the living room.

"How is everything, Hermione?" Ginny asked. Hermione shrugged.

"As good as it can be," she said. Ginny smiled and took her hand, leading her into the living room. Harry was sitting on the couch feeding Henna, their baby girl who was two years old. Hermione smiled at him and he grinned.

"Hey Mione, glad you could make it," he said. She nodded.

"I always have time for you and Ginny, you know that," Ginny came in and looked at Henna.

"Love, why don't you take her upstairs, and don't forget to set the charms on the bed," she said. He nodded and took the bottle away from the child.

"Time for bed!" he said to her. He took her upstairs. Hermione followed Ginny to the kitchen.

"Who else is coming?" she asked.

"Fred, George and their girls, Neville and Luna, Oh and Professor Lupin might show," she said as she waved her wand over the pots on the stove.

"Professor Lupin?" Hermione echoed. Ginny nodded but didn't look up.

"Harry invited him," she mumbled. Hermione looked away.

"But…I haven't seen him since…"

"Since when?" Ron asked coming into the kitchen. Hermione looked at him.

"Since, a long time ago," she said with a smile. Ron grinned and grabbed a couple of the appetizers and made his way back out. Ginny looked at Hermione.

"Hermione, it was a long time ago, you need to be more careful, watch your words," Ginny said. Hermione sighed and nodded.

"You're right Ginny; it was just…it was nothing…"


Everything was in place, Fred and George had arrived. They had married a set of twins, Jezebel and Karina. They all were sitting around the table, Neville and Luna had arrived as well. They were all talking, about to get into their meals when the door bell rang. Hermione stood up.

"I'll get it," she said. She left the dining room and went through the living room to get to the front door. Thinking it was Tonks, who had called saying she would be there soon, she opened the door and smiled. Her smile melted when she saw who it was. Remus Lupin.

"Hermione, you haven't changed," he said. She smiled.

"Remus, you haven't either," They had long dropped the formality between them. After what they had been through together during the last days of the war, they had become so close. Almost too close. She felt strange feelings seeing him now, like this, dressed up to come to a dinner party. She felt a sort of electricity run through the air. As though she was going to do something she didn't want to do. "Everyone is waiting inside," she said.


The conversation around the table rattled on. They all talked about jobs, life in general, their children, and everything else in between. They didn't talk about the deaths, about the people they so dearly missed, the scars that were on all of their hearts. The war had taken a lot away from them, but it had also brought them together in a way they had never thought possible. They were all linked, that they knew. And even though they all lived in different cities, they always made time for each other, especially around this time. It had been four years to the day since the war had ended. They called it a dinner party, but they all knew the real reason. They would save those topics when they were all in the living room, on the couches. When it was ok to cry, and do whatever they wanted to do. Here at the dinner table, they tried to keep things as normal and lighthearted as possible.

Hermione ate, talked, laughed, but kept on glancing at Remus, who was speaking to Tonks who had arrived and was sitting next to him. They seemed comfortable with each other. She kept on remembering the moments they had spent together. She would never forget when the Dark Lord himself had tortured Remus in front of her and then had tortured her, how the both of them had to fight and flee, and when they spent those moments nursing each others wounds in the caves. When they had made love despite of the destruction around them. They had left the caves and fought once more against the dark lord and his minions, keeping their moments off their minds, and away from their friends. No one knew about what had happened in the caves. And yet, she wondered if he had moved on. If he had forgotten the things he had told her that night. But when she had looked into his eyes, she knew that he didn't. And despite the fact that he was sitting before her, so clearly unaffected, he still remembered every detail of their brief encounter.

She looked down at her hand, at her wedding ring and sighed. She looked over at Ron who was laughing at a joke and smiled. She still loved Ron, in all his childishness. How could she say no to him? A part of her loved him, and another part longed for something else, for someone else. But she had pushed her desires aside and had loved Ron for the past two years. And she knew she would always stay with him, because he needed her.

They were all in the living room now, lounging, some sitting on the ground, almost reliving the Hogwarts days. The fire was crackling and Hermione stared absentmindedly out the window.

"Angel, what's the matter?" Ron asked her softly. She smiled and shook her head.

"Just thinking," she said.

Just thinking.


Ron stared at Hermione for a moment and went back to the conversation that was taking place. Even though he was laughing and smiling he couldn't help but to think about his mother and father and wonder what they would have been doing if they were alive. He sighed and looked at Hermione once more. He was thankful that he had her by his side. Without her he knew he would have slipped off and fallen into the dark side of his own mind. He would have destroyed himself. But he couldn't help noticing her eyes, how they darted to Remus Lupin so often, and how he tended to return her stares. He noticed how they would stare at each other for a moment, and then look away. He felt that irrational jealousy pile up inside of him but he pushed it away. It was no time for him to embarrass him self. He knew his jealousy would get him no where so he tried to ignore it. Hermione was his and would always be. Why worry?
A/N: Hey guys. Tell me what you think. How does it sound. Anything sound weird? I don't know how often I'll update this. I'll try to do it every other week. Or if it gets a good response maybe every week if I can squeeze in the time. It took me a long time to write this chapter. I wanted to start on something new and fresh!! If you want to be alerted for updates, just add it to your update list so you will be the first to know when a new chappie is added. Thanks!!!

Love, Saiya-Jin-Girl