A/N: I would like to ask my friend if I should continue, but I still can't get a hold of her. ARG!! Oh yeah, and I don't own ANYTHING. Not even my own soul. O____o don't ask.

Two great feathery wings burst from his back. Hermione realized there was no trick involved. This was really Ron, the. . . angel. She couldn't help but trust the beautiful angel in front of her. She couldn't control herself any longer. She ran up to him and placed her arms around him. For the first time in as long as Hermione could remember, Ron placed his big warm arms around her. She could feel his big, feathery wings folding around him. She knew that nothing could go wrong now. She had her perfect Ron.

A/N: hehe. Sorry it's so short. I can't decide if this should b the end or if I should continue on this idea. I probably should, cuz 4 me, a living hell is when someone has a great idea, but quits on it early. You know when it happens. Like The Tuxedo, SOOOOOOOO much stuff could have been done with that GREAT idea! But NOTHING really happened. . . Sorry, I'm venting. I think I'll just continue for fun. . . yeah. . . c ya! And don't forget. . . REVIEW!! P.S. thanx justalittlebitsarcastic, wmlaw (I read your stories, rock on!), and Tsunami Wave!(woah, long closing statement!)