AN: I.. dunno. Last words popped into my head so I fit it in a fic.

Disclaimer: They're all Jo R.'s

He wanted to tell her to shut up, so maybe her lips would stop moving for one bloody second because they looked so much more kissable that way. But of course, he couldn't. He wouldn't. He didn't want to hurt her feelings. No, that was the last thing he wanted to do. So he had to sit there and listen to her blab on and on about Ron. Ron. His best friend. It wasn't fun to sit there and listen to her ask, "Harry, do you think he likes me? Has he ever said anything?" He didn't have the courage to stop her.

Funny, how he could save the world from Voldemort but was powerless to stop a seventeen year old girl.

Of course, he wasn't in love with in Voldemort.

He tuned himself out, hearing only occasional words. God, the mouth on that girl. Suddenly, she stopped talking in that fast, excited voice. This change of tone automatically caught his attention.

She asked him a question that he definitly was not expecting.

"Do you believe in angels?"

He thought for a moment and finally answered back with a, "No Hermione, I can't say that I do."

She nodded, in acceptance. Instead of chattering on about Ron again, she mumbled something about having to go to the library, and Harry bit his lip.

How could he admit the only angel he believed in was her?