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Lips of an Angel

Hermione couldn't sleep. Lying in bed next to her, covered to his neck, lay her husband. Ron Weasley's snoring was muffled by the pillow on top of his face. Hermione snuck down to the kitchen, hoping not to wake him up. She just had to hear her true love's voice. It had been a year since seeing him and at least 2 months since talking to him.

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

A very tired sounding voice answered the phone.

"Hello."

"Fred is that you?"

"Hermione, is that you? Are you crying?"

In fact, as soon as Hermione had heard his voice tears started welling in her eyes. The lump in her throat made it hard to talk.

"What's wrong? What's that prat brother of mine done to you?"

"Ron's done nothing I just needed to talk to you. I miss you so much. How did it end this way?"

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

Fred thought long and hard, and couldn't come up with an answer. They both just sat there. Fred knew how much Hermione cared for him, but how could he love his brother's wife? Especially when he is engaged to be married.

"Is Rose there?"

"She's asleep. Hermione, I miss you too. I don't know why things ended up the way they did, but I shouldn't love you and you shouldn't love Me."

"Does that mean that you do love me?" Hermione's eyes widened at the hope his last words gave her.

"You know I do. I have since my 5th year. It started the year that Sirius escaped. You looked so beautiful in that pink jacket and muggle jeans, your bushy hair blowing in the fall wind. Just thinking about it makes me want to hold you and kiss you." Fred was nearly in tears thinking about how much he missed the wonderful time they shared together.

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

"Fred, I want to be in your arms. I don't love Ron. He doesn't love me. He's cheated on me with Lavender more times than I can count. I even caught him last week with her at a hotel."

"I'm sorry Mione. I can't do this. I am engaged. We are getting married in 2 weeks." Fred fidgeted with the wire on the muggle telephone.

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

"Fred, don't you ever think about me?" Hermione's voice started cracking with hope and angst and love she felt in her whole body.

"Yes, every single day. I have dreams of you all of the time. Even when I am making love to Rose, I picture you. Everything I do, everything I see reminds me of you. I had to move to get out of that flat because every night I dreamt and fantasized about our first kiss."

Flashback

Hermione had gone over to Fred and George's flat above their shop to help with the accounting. She was a whiz with numbers and they couldn't keep their attention long enough to figure it out. It was close to Christmas so they had decorations everywhere.

Hermione was walking out of the kitchen after getting herself a butterbeer from the refrigerator and bumped into Fred in the entranceway.

"Sorry Mione, didn't know you were in here."

"That's alright. Could you move though? I have still got a lot to do before I head home today."

"I can't. Look up."

Hermione looked upward and seen a bunch of mistletoe hanging above their heads.

"Just because it's there doesn't mean we have to kiss. Now could you move please?"

"I can't. George charmed it so if two people of the opposite sex run into each other under it they couldn't move until they kissed. Also, if you notice there are no berries on it. Apparently if the two people are meant to be together, bright red berries will grow and if they aren't meant to be together, white berries will grow."

"So, I have to kiss you? I guess it won't be that bad," Hermione finished with a slight mischievous grin. She had always wondered what it would be like to kiss him. They had been spending an awful lot of time together, so what is the harm in a little kiss?

"Yes, and I hope it won't be too horrible for you." Fred had always fancied Hermione. Now, question is red or white?

Hermione stood on her tiptoes meaning to just lightly brush her lips on Fred's, but she tripped on what seemed to be nothing at all and fiercely forced her lips on Fred's, wrapping her arms around his neck to catch herself.

Fred was shocked at the forcefulness of the kiss and wasn't sure what to do. Then, as though hit in the head, he realized what was happening. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer to him. The kiss deepened and as though reading each others minds, both mouths slightly opened allowing their tongues to explore the others.

They stood that way for what felt like seconds. When they finally pulled apart, Hermione looked at her watch and realized 45 minutes had passed. Both of their faces were red and their lips swollen from the force in which they had kissed.

"Fred, 45 minutes have gone by. We snogged for 45 minutes."

"Wow, times flies when you're having fun." Fred had leaned back on the counter thinking about what had taken place between him and her. He had a goofy grin that spread from ear to ear and his eyes were twinkling.

The sounds of footsteps were coming upstairs when they realized it was probably George coming to see where Fred ran off too with the Christmas rush downstairs.

"I better go. I'll take the books home and finish them there." Hermione rushed past Fred and grabbed the books on the table.

Hermione disapparated just as George came in the door.

"Merlin, Fred, did your lips get stung? Wait, you're under the mistletoe…Who was here? Where's Hermione?"

Fred just blushed and walked downstairs, forgetting why he even came up in the first place.

George was the only one to think to look to see what color the berries were, and he never did tell them what he seen.

End Flashback

They both had gotten completely lost is the memory that Hermione didn't hear Ron get out of bed. The stairs creaked and moaned with the heavy footfalls of Hermione's husband coming down the stairs.

"I have to go, Ron's coming. I love you."

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

"I have to go to. Rose will be getting up soon for work," Fred lied, but there was something he needed to do.

"Goodbye."

"Goodbye, and Hermione…"

"Yea."

"I love you too." With that, Fred hung up the phone only to ring the number to his brothers flat.

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

Hermione's heart was ready to burst with those last words. She hadn't even hung the phone up yet. She didn't realize she was still holding until Ron walked in and started talking.

"What are you doing up, Mione? Who was on the phone"

She hated it when he called her that.

"It was my mum. Dad's sick and she wanted to let me know they wouldn't be able to make it up this morning." Hermione hated to lie, but she couldn't let him know who had really been on the phone. She had to tell him something though. Lucky for her, Ron had a horrible memory and believed anything she told him.

"I didn't know they were coming."

"I told you a week ago, Ronald."

"I forgot. Oh well, will your dad be alright?"

"Yea, it's just the flu."

"What's that?"

"A muggle illness. Just go back to bed, Ronald. I don't think I will be able to sleep any more so I am just going to get started on some research for work."

"Goodnight then Mione." Ron walked over and kissed her forehead. Hermione gave her best fake smile, something she had gotten quite good at doing the past year.

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
On the other side of town, Fred was on the phone with a very tired and irritated George.

"What color were they?" Fred half yelled and half whispered.

"What are you talking about?" George didn't want to tell him, afraid of the consequences of doing so.

"George you know good and well what I am talking about. What color were they? I have to know."

"You really want to know? Will knowing it really make a difference?"

"Yes. I am getting married in two weeks, unless…" Fred let his words trail off, afraid of what he was thinking and what it meant.

"Fine" George was afraid he was making a huge mistake.

"Thank you. Now what color were the berries?"

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

"Red."

And I never wanna say goodbye
But girl you make it hard to be faithful
With the lips of an angel Fred's phone hit the floor with a loud crash.

Honey why you calling me so late?

A/N I had originally had this story poster on another site which has recently decided to change and delete all stories that had been posted without warning. I had made several changes on it that I don't remember and silly me forgot to back it up on my computer. Please let me know what you think and if you have any suggestions on making it better. THANKS!!