Lips of an Angel

Disclaimer: Don't own the song Lips of an Angel by Hinder nor do I own anything related to Harry Potter. Nope. Sorry. Can't sue me! Hahahah. Please read and enjoy!

Honey why you calling me so late?
It's kinda hard to talk right now.
Honey why are you crying? Is everything okay?
I gotta whisper cause I can't be too loud

The phone rang out loud piercing the silence of the room. Grumbling, the blond ex Slytherin rolled over to grab the offending noise. The woman beside him groaned. Tossing him a glare as she tried straightening out the tangles in her hair. He had thrown her off. Picking up the phone, the young man pulled himself out of the bed and walked over to his study, the room over.

"Hello?" he drawled.

"Draco?" came a soft, quivering voice.

Letting out a small gasp, Draco shifted himself to face the wall and away from the woman in the other room. Instantly, his fingers found the picture he had kept hidden at his desk. The traced over a familiar path as he gazed upon the fiery red head in the picture smiling at him. There was laughter in her eyes. "Ginny?"

Relief filled the phone as Ginny began to speak. She tried hard to control the tears streaming down her cheeks. No matter how much she told herself, she knew her and Draco were over. But at this moment, she just needed someone to comfort her. There was no one who could do that successfully but the man on the other end of the phone. Now what words could she say to him?

"Honey, are you ok? You're crying, why?" asked Draco, softly.

"Can you talk?" she timidly asked.

Glancing over at the woman now applying lotion to her pale skin, he turned back to look at the picture. "It's a little difficult."

Well, my girl's 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

Draco listened to her explain her massive fight with Dean to him. It pained 

him to hear her so upset. He was certain there were a heavy stream of tears going down her cheeks. Just hearing her voice was heaven all over again. His mind wandered to the woman in the other room and how much he wished it was Ginny in there. How much he wished it was her lying next to him at night.

Her angelic voice washed over him. Feelings that he never got rid of nor wanted to resurfaced. No matter what he never stopped loving her. It was part of him now. They had spent some wonderful years together. Even their fights seemed like nothing when their lips would connect again. How did that ever slip away? Why was family allowed to come between them and their feelings?

And I 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've dreamt of you too
And does he know you're talking to me
Will it start a fight
No I don't think she has a clue

"It's been awhile, Gin," he admitted, after she finished her tale and grew silent after his reassurances.

"I know. I dreamt about being in your arms this afternoon, did you know. These dreams keep happening. Have you ever dreamt of me? Ginny's voice was quiet and uncertain.

A smile curled across his well defined face. His mind was flooded with all the dreams he had about this girl. Dreams he so desperately wanted to come true. "Yea. I have."

"Really?" she questioned.

"Yea. Um. Does he know you called me?" asked Draco. His eyes darkened with bitterness and anger at thought of Dean touching what was once his.

Ginny sighed. Dean was the boy her parents and brothers wanted her to be with. A good boy going places. But she wanted Draco. "It doesn't matter. Does she know?"

Her tone said it all. He knew of her disdain that he started to go out with Pansy Parkinson. But Ginny didn't know that Pansy was nothing compared to her. Disgust filled him at the thought of Pansy being better than Ginny. "I don't think she has a clue."

Well my girl's 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

And I never wanna say goodbye
But girl you make it hard to be faithful
With the lips of an angel

Their talk soon drifted to memories of better times. Times that they were together and happy. Where they didn't care to live up to what their families wanted and expected from them. Their families were unhappy with them dating right from the start. Then they didn't listen or care what anyone said. All that matter was what they had.

But after a few years, their families harshness had taken a toll on them. Mostly Ginny. Draco would find her some days just crying and alone. Each time it would break his heart to see her that way. Eventually, they figured it was best to go their separate ways. To make their retched families happy.

It was only a year ago that Ginny was introduced to Dean again. He had charmed her parents. His job at the Ministry pleased them. Her brothers were not bothered by him. In fact, they accepted him with open arms. Everyone was happy with him. Everyone but Ginny. Dean was just what her family wanted not what she wanted.

Then news of Draco being seen with Pansy Parkinson had come to light. Blonde, pug faced and thin, Pansy came from a rich family with the right social background that made the Malfoys proud. His parents were pleased with the girl. But Draco only wished it was Ginny he was showing off. Not this fake girl clinging to his arm.

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

And I never wanna say goodbye
But girl you make it hard to be faithful
With the lips of an angel

And I never wanna say goodbye
But girl you make it hard to be faithful
With the lips of an angel
Honey why you calling me so late?



"I got to go," whispered Ginny, softly. It had been at least three hours that they had been on the phone.

Sighing, Draco knew this moment would come. Honestly, he didn't want to say good bye to her. He had done it once, regretting it ever since that fateful day. Mumbling a good bye to her, Draco hung up the phone and hung his head. With that, Ginny was gone once again. He had to go back to the horrible woman. But he just couldn't pick himself up to do that.

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