Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Full Metal Alchemist, if I did, Roy and Ed would admit their undying love for each other. That, and Winry and Al would be together!

I know, I'm finally updating my stories again. I finally got back my will to write, I tried writing some, but everything turned out crappier than usual. Well, I hope you enjoy this. Ja ne! This is about six months later.

"Speaking"

'Thinking'

Song: Kimi ga Ita Scene. (Translated to English. By yours truly. If I got anything wrong, I apologize.)

Even though I still don't understand the meaning of "eternity,"

something starts anew when it becomes memories.

Even now, I dream about you at times,

in the nights full of peaceful stars.

Hermione and Ed laid back in the meadow staring up at the stars. Their heads were together, and their bodies made one straight line against the darkness. "What do you think is up there Mione'?" Ed asked, staring up at the heavenly body.

Hermione's eyes flashed with something, and she contemplated telling him what they really were. Finally, she opted on an old legend, "Some say that they are souls." She said quietly into the silent night.

Ed rolled over and propped himself up onto an arm staring at the girl. "Really? Who's souls?" His golden eyes were hungry for an answer, and she wasn't sure why, but, they scared her. "The souls of those who've passed on. It's been said, that they stare down through cracks in the sky, watching us, that's what's makes those lights. They're protecting us."

Ed stared at her, his eyes calculating. After a few minutes of mulling over her explanation, Ed asked her a question in a broken voice, "Do. Do you really think that? That, those who've died, are watching us?" His face quirked up to the sky, almost expecting to see faces where the stars once were.

Hermione didn't answer. She just laid their arms tucked under her head and watching the tiny glowing lights. He was about to ask her again, Hermione's alarms went off, and faintly in the distance they heard the whir of bike tires. Than faintly through the small game trail that led into town, a burning light slowly made it's way into view, gaining brilliance as it rode towards them.

"Quickly! Run! Hide! They can't find you!" He told her urgently, ripping her almost painfully from the earth, and shoving her towards the house. "Go down the secret staircase, if they find you." He let it hang for an instance, before he said in a low voice, "I'd rather not think about it." Hermione nodded calmly and sprinted towards the glowing cabin, she ripped open the door and was about to jet out into the living area when she caught sight of her shoes. Gasping, she grabbed them and dashed into the room, tripping slightly over the rug. She landed in a heap on the floor, and her shoes scattered. Gathering the many pairs up, she straggled over to the book case closest to the fireplace, and pulled down a ratty, deep green book.

The floor beneath her disappeared and she plunged down into darkness. Back in the room, the green book righted itself, and the floor reappeared innocently. Ed closed the door behind him, and sat down in his arm chair, and picked up his book, flipping up the tabbed page, than, continued to read by the fire until a knock resounded on the door.

She fell for a short moment before, a soft golden light surrounded her. The dress Hermione was wearing fluttered softly around her as she floated gently to the bottom. Soft shoes touched silently to the slate floor. The room she had landed in was her workshop. It was a large room, with three granite islands taking up the majority of the space. Walls were lined with cabinets and small work places. Burners were set routinely around the room, so not have conflict with the other projects. At the moment, there was a simmering sky blue potion, giving off faint swirls of silver smoke. Taking in a full wealth of it, her senses were invaded with lavender and sandlewood. The potion wasn't meant to be touched for a few hours, hence the reason why the two of them had been awake at this hour of night.

She dropped her shoes in a vacant corner and, taking a seat on the wooden bar stool adjacent to the potion, Hermione let her head drop with a 'thunk' to the table top. A long exhale followed, and she lifted her head up, than, dropped it once more. This drop was a bit more forceful, and sitting up, Hermione lifted a dainty hand to her forehead, lightly touching the abused area. Drawing her hand back with a hiss, she nodded grimly, that was going to give her a light bruising. Glaring at the table she told it just what she thought of it being so hard.

So as to not get bored, Hermione stood and went over to a dark stained wood, that was spelled against any spills, dents, or fires that may happen. After all, this was a potions lab. Huffily, she put her foot down, none too gently, on the step that surrounded the walled area. Even then, it took her arms stretching to their limits, and tip toes, to reach the low shelf wear the cauldron was. It wasn't that she was overly short, okay, she was, but the cabinets were attached to the top of the nine foot ceiling, way out of reach of her short stature, 157 centimeters. After all her weapons training, the cauldron, which should have made her fall over, was barely a feathers weight.

It clanked onto the burner, which she lit at a medium flame and gathered her ingredients. Again, there was Jasmine, but along with it was the herb Basil, which, cured stomach illnesses. A young girl in town was sick, and she had been commissioned to make something to help the young girl. Jasmine, to relax her muscles, and help her sleep, basil to stop the upset, and clear the sickening element.

You turned towards me and were about to say something,

and that shadow is going to disappear in the morning light.

I couldn't even say, "I want to stay with you forever,"

but to only wave in silence, at that time

Ed let the lone rider in, and was surprised to see Roy Mustang gracefully sweep through the doorway, followed by a grim Armstrong. "Colonel Mustang. Major?" He questioned them, than gestured to his living area. The colonel took Hermione's usual armchair, and Ed's throat clenched painfully. Armstrong looked around, with an almost sheepish look on his face, before finally sinking into the love seat that separated the two chairs. Springs screeched with their new weight, and the fire crackled, that was all the three heard before Roy brought his fingers together in a contemplating way.

"Fullmetal, we have." He chose his words carefully, not wanting to alarm the boy. "A situation involving the late Lieutenant Colonel Maes Hughs' family." Ed paled his eyes trained to Roy.

"Roy, be straight with me. What happened?" He asked almost wishing he hadn't. Elysia and Gracier had been through a great deal since the death of Maes. The three of them, along with Hawkeye and a few others, had tried their best to smooth out the families ride, but, it seemed all in vain.

Even though my heart hurts from the wound of farewell,

I now want to believe in a new encounter.

Seasons come and go, and the sky that reflects in my eyes

could be seen brighter than yesterday.

"As you know, Maes was in the intelligence division. Thus, he had a great deal of enemies. One of which, decided to take out his wrath on the family." Roy's eyes were dark and he trained them onto the flickering fire. A sparkle caught his eye and his vision turned to a single shoe. It was lying on it's side by the hearth almost hidden by the stack of logs. He thought nothing of it until one thing caught his eye. It was a woman's shoe. The shoe was black and had a heel with a metal clasp over the top of it. Roy seriously doubted that Ed wore high heels to make himself taller, thus it seemed that Fullmetal had gotten himself a mistress. But, where was she? Casting a glance around, he noted other female items and his eyes narrowed.

"It's a horrible tragedy. Why that man has no honor! Attacking defenseless women!" Ed snorted under his breathe, not the women he knew. Armstrong continued. "Why, with the Armstrong code of honor, passed down through generations of Armstrong's, we could never hurt a lady! They are delicate and must be treated as such!" He finished with flourish.

Ed nodded, "What would you like me to do about it Mustang?" Ed asked fully prepared to do anything to help his friends family.

"We need you to cut your leave short, and come back with us to central. There is going to be a guard watch surrounding the house, and we need our most elite to protect them." Roy gave him the assignment. Ed hesitated, than nodded, that did not go unnoticed by Roy. "Yes of course, just let me pack."

Roy nodded and stood, "We will wait outside FullMetal don't keep us long." He headed towards the door and Armstrong stood and followed suit muttering about scoundrels with no code of honor.

Ed sighed once they had left and dropped his head into his hands. 'Why now?' He thought, 'Why now of all times. Everything was going so wonderfully.' A picture of a smiling Hermione out in the meadow surrounded by flowers entered his vision. With a groan he stood and went over to the bookcase. Pulling the same green ratty book, the floor dropped out, as did Ed's stomach. He really hated that.

Floating down to the floor he walked the short way to the lab, usually the door to the room was open but now it was closed. 'She must be working.' I thought vaguely. Quietly I opened the door and than stood there. She was amazing, her movements were so fluid and graceful. She was chopping up some kind of plant- it look liked some kind of vine... And her movements were just so precise. Ed's vision moved up to her face and a rosy blush coated his cheeks. She was beautiful. Bushy hair pulled back into a messy pony tail, was getting everywhere from the humidity and her eye brows were drawn in concentration. She was biting her lip that had a certain pout to it, and it just drove him wild. She stopped chopping and put down her cleaver. Shaking his head he sneaked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist.

"Hello love." He purred silkily into her ear getting her usual reaction, a stifled gasp and an involuntary shiver of delight. His pants got a bit too tight and he grinned egotistically, only he could do this to her. It was his turn to gasped when she rubbed her back side up against him, and moaned at the friction. She turned around to kiss him and, he welcomed it kissing her deeply, hands moving into her hair, taking it out of it's pony tail.

They broke apart panting and Hermione leaned back in for a second round when Ed snapped to his senses. He pulled away and his eyes suddenly found the cobbled floors extremely interesting.

Trying to ignore the tightness in my pants I looked back up at her hurt look. I pulled her against me again and took a deep breathe. Her special scent overwhelmed me, it was completely her. "I have to go away." My body was stone cold, and she gripped me harder.

"What?"

My heart shattered at her desolate tone. "I'll be back as soon as I can. I. I love you, you know that right?" My chest was tight and Hermione turned her head up, our eyes met.

"And I you. How?" She took a breathe to steady her breaking voice. "How long will you be... away." I knew she didn't want to use the word gone. Gone means, never coming back.

"I don't know. I'll be back by the first snow fall. I promise." Her eyes still spoke mountains, their tenebrific expression closed my throat, and I coughed. "I will come back to you."

She nodded and hugged me tighter. I gripped her almost painfully and hid my face back in her mane.

Lugging my bag behind me, I turned and closed the door mournfully. We knew this would happen sometime. But, why did it have to hurt so much. Turning around, I saw Armstrong at the reins of a small grey wagon, with one of the town's dapple grey mares. Shadows danced across the side of the house, and Edward resisted the urge to run back inside when Hermione's face peaked through one of the windows. "So long house." I whispered waving slightly. 'Good bye Hermione.' Hermione lifted her hand and twittered her fingers at me in a silent goodbye. It made me grin softly. I would come back.

I watched as Ed looked despondently back at his cabin. "So long house." He said meekly and waved. Following his line of vision, I blinked. The angelic face of a young woman stared with glassy eyes at Ed. 'Ah, so this must be the mistress. Quite a pretty one as well.' I thought climbing gracefully into the back of the wagon. She made a hand gesture at Fullmetal, by my light I caught a glimsp of a faint smile on Fullmetal's lips.

"Fullmetal, time to go." I said in a detached voice. I really didn't want to take him away from her. If it was up to me, he would never be called back to duty. The boy had seen too much in his young life. Woefully Ed scrambled into the back, and slumped down next to me with a sigh. Armstrong clucked his tongue slapping his reins, we left and my last cast gaze landed on the eyes of the young woman. Our eyes locked, and hers showed fear. I tried to convey a comforting message with my eyes, but I don't think she got it through the dark night. Shoving the bike back to give me more room, I settled down for the long trip.

From the scene with you, taking a step forward,

I start to walk, without looking back anymore.

The sigh after you turned your back on me,

is it all right to make that a memory of our time spent together as well?

Roads lead into the future, however far,

the warm winds will be blowing in there.

As I watched Ed's wagon pull off into the night. My heart was throbbing painfully, and I was aware how cold and quiet the house was without him. My eyes caught the man that was taking him away from me and the throbbing stopped. Eyes widening a fraction I tried not to panic. I had been seen by the military! Oh.. This was it. Bad, bad Hermione! He turned away and I sighed, throwing myself back against the wall. Clutching my chest, I slunk silently to the floor as my tears overwhelmed my vision. He would be back. 'If he's not back by the first snow fall, I will go to him. No matter the cost.'

Even though I still don't understand the meaning of "eternity,"

something starts anew when it becomes memories.

Even though my heart hurts from the wound of farewell,

I now want to believe in a new encounter.