A/N: I feel like I haven't written in a while. It's sad, really. I enjoyed toying with this concept, however.

Prompt: Angel! AU

Summary: Hermione can't believe Ron is rejecting her in front of the Order of Justice! She quickly plays it off as a misunderstanding. She travels to the border of the Holy and Dark Realm. She meets someone from a long time ago.

Disclaimer: Nope. Never Have, Never Will.

The Dark and Holy Realm

"Sorry."

Hermione turned away, her hair flowing in the wind and her cheeks warm with humiliation. She didn't want him to see her cry. She was utterly mortified. She didn't expect him to turn her down in front of the entire Oder of Justice! These were her friends and her mentors. She had to face these people every day! She let out a huge nervous laugh, pushing back her brown curls with her right hand.

"You can see it isn't possible, right?" he continued, very red-faced. He looked at her with pity and sadness.

"You're wrong," she claimed. She noticed only too well how all eyes were on them. "I don't like you. This is all a misunderstanding on your part. I should be saying sorry instead."

His blue eyes grew wide. "You mean, you don't love me?"

Hermione shook her head. It was only a teeny crush, certainly not love. Her throat felt immensely dry and coarse. Despite that, she still managed to sound certain, as she told the half-truth. "Nope."

He let out a breath of relief. "Oh, good. I thought this would be awkward in our friendship. Also, I'm with Lavender Brown so it felt strange."

Hermione weakly smiled. "Of course. Don't worry, Ron. We're only friends."

"What are you doing here, Granger?" he asked, his grey eyes questioning her presence.

Hermione laughed cynically. She traveled all the way to the border between the dark realm and the holy realm. "I can't be here? Are you rejecting me, too?"

He stared at her oddly. He moved slowly to where she was sitting. "You shouldn't be here. It isn't a safe place for Angels like you."

Hermione glanced at her white, shimmering wings which seemed to be lighter in the entrance to the dark realm. She looked over at Draco whose own dark wings stood out next to hers. "I can decide if I want to be here or not." Still, it did make Hermione nervous seeing all the demons on the other side.

Draco narrowed her eyes. He sensed her unsettledness. "Leave."

Hermione lifted her chin. "If I don't want to?"

Draco stood up, forcefully making her stand up from her former sitting position, grabbing her upper right arm in anger. "I'll make you leave."

"What's the point anyway?" she asked, brushing his fingers off her arm. She couldn't help but notice how cold they seemed against her warm flesh.

"Your wings," he grunted.

She looked quickly to see how fast they started to droop and how its shimmer was gone.

"I said leave. This isn't a place for you." Draco opened his mighty, black wings and flew her to the light side. He practically pushed her over the border. "Now go."

Hermione looked curiously at him. "Why don't you come with me?"

Draco shook his head, pointing to the line that clearly separated the dark realm and the holy realm. "It's too late for me. My wings have darkened until there's no more light from them. I made my choice a long time ago."

Hermione looked at his wings with sadness. "Hasn't anyone tried to help?"

Draco shook his head once more. "Go Ganger."

Hermione nodded and waved goodbye. She opened her white majestic wings and began to fly. She hesitated before pulling one of her pure feathers. "Draco! Here."

He looked surprised as she thrust her feather into his hands. "Why?"

She smiled and plucked one of his tainted feathers. "As a reminder, that's there is still some light left in you."

Draco curiously turned the feather in his hands. She grinned then flew in the air again. She waved cheerfully before heading towards the white, fluffy clouds. He looked at the feather in awe. He was grateful. He whispered, "Thank you Hermione."

Hermione, meanwhile, made it back to the Castle of Hogwarts. She rushed into her elegant room before shutting it close behind her. She placed the black feather on her dresser before preparing herself for judging. She slipped on her sash as one of the members of the Order of Holy Court. She touched the feather softly before walking out. She didn't seem to notice as the tips slowly began to change to white.