I'm going to challenge my-self and attempt an Angelina/Montague fic because I love this couple. Please Read and REVIEW.

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It was yet another detention for Angelina. She had experienced many of these. Being best friends with the Weasley twins made sure of that. However, this one was different. There were no twins to make her laugh. There was just one person and he was the last one she wanted to be with.

David Montague.

They were both serving a detention for Snape in the dungeons for throwing spells at each other. Angelina wouldn't even have gotten a detention if he hadn't started it.

Flashback

Montague had just finished a rather loud conversation with a fellow Slytherin about how some purebloods have no taste in the company they keep. He greatly emphasized the thought of Angelina having brain damage because of her friendship with the Weasleys. Seeing as how she was sitting write in front of the Slytherins, between the twins, she could feel her anger rising. She snapped when she heard the phrase that was used to describe her friends so often: "Disgrace to the entire wizarding world, that lot." That was the last straw.

She turned around swiftly and said in a low, menacing voice, "You talk a lot of bullshit for someone who's overcompensating." "What are you trying to get at, Johnson?" "I'm saying that you must have a really small package of self-esteem if you feel good making fun of me and my friends. Then again, that's probably not the only small package you have," she added with a smirk.

She had questioned his manhood. He had to get her back, even if it was only a small prank.

When she got up to give her paper to Snape, Montague muttered a simple incantation and the back of her sweater and skirt split right down the middle, revealing a pair of red knickers and matching bra. She quickly tried to cover herself up as she said the repairing spell. After turning to see that it was Montague sniggering with his friends she thought of something brilliant. Sitting back down, she whispered, "Azules pelium," and could hear Montague scream, "You bitch!"

Innocently turning around she saw that his hair had grown 3 feet longer and had turned an electric blue. Snape quickly said, "5 points from Slytherin! Who did this to you?" "It was Johnson, sir. "Johnson, 20 points from Grffindor and detention! "Montague, you will join Miss Johnson because of your sudden outburst. "But sir-" "Silence!" Montague sat back down and quickly changed his hair back to its original black color.

Throughout dinner, the two sent death glares towards each other. After all her friends parted in the common room to go to the dorms, she headed down to the dungeons. Montague had already arrived since he was already close to the classroom. There they found Snape with buckets, sponges, and a mop. No doubt they would have to scrub the classroom. Their teacher told them that they would be locked in the room for the next 3 hours.

End of Flashback

After their teacher left, Angelina walked towards the cleaning supplies and picked up a sponge. She said nothing as she threw it into the bucket with a splash, picked it up, and walked to the nearest wall. She bent down to pick up the sponge in the water when she felt a warm palm on her butt. Turning around, faster than the speed of light, she practically screamed, "What the hell are you playing at!"

"I was just touching, no need to be in such a bloody rut!" Montague exclaimed.

"Well if you think I'm going to let some insensitive git treat me like a piece of ass, you are sadly mistaken," she said as she raised her fist to make contact with his cheek. The blow was so forceful; he was knocked to the ground.

"What the bloody hell is wrong with you? It was just a little touch!" he said as he held his stinging face and stood up.

"I don't think you know who your fucking with Montague," she said watching him advance on her.

"I know who I'd like to be fucking," he almost whispered as he came almost nose to nose with her. His whole attitude had changed from whining child to dark, lustful temptation. She backed up so she could have some room. Then she realized her mistake. She was only 2 feet away from the wall so her back was pressed up against it. Any chances of escape were blocked because of two strong arms on either side of her head against the cold stone.

"You want me, don't you?" he asked as he lowered his head taking in her scent.

Keeping her cool composure even though his cologne was drowning her in a whirlwind of emotions, she simply said, "Yeah, I want you like a penguin wants to be in the Galapagos Islands."

"There are penguins in the Galapagos Islands."

Before she could even think of a smart comment to retort with, his lips came crashing down upon hers that heated her body with a passion she didn't know she possessed.

She could have moved at any second but his hands had somehow found their way from the wall to her hips. Neither knew how or when their mouths opened of there own accord, but no one was complaining. She didn't understand why she was kissing him back but he was just so good at it.

Oh, so good at it.

He on the other hand had known that tonight he would make his move. He had been lusting over her since he hit puberty. He also knew he was attractive and if he played his cards right, he would get what he wanted.

He unconsciously rocked his hips towards hers as he felt a sudden rush to his Forbidden Zone.

She felt it, too.

She slowly grinded into him, silently knowing the effect she was having on him. He worked his way down her neck and collarbone. He stopped at places that caused delicious gasps to escape from her mouth. He walked her to the nearest set of desks and laid her on them, never removing his lips from her skin.

His hand crept up her shirt, relishing in her dark, smooth skin but then he felt himself being abruptly pushed away. He kept his hands on her hips and his body close to hers. Then he looked up at her eyes.

Merlin, she's beautiful, he thought.

Her face was slightly flushed and her lips were swollen. It was his doing and it only made him harder. He tried to kiss her again but she moved from his grasp.

"What the bloody hell was I thinking?" she quietly muttered as she walked towards the bucket and sponge and began to wash the wall.

The truth was she didn't know what she was thinking. He practically corrupted her brain with his kisses. There was no way this could happen again. She didn't have feelings towards him except the lust they had both given into tonight. She looked at her watch.

8:15

She was stuck in the same room with him for the next 2 hours and 45 minutes. She continued washing the wall without so much as a glance towards him.

He found the other bucket and continued on with his detention. They were in silence for the remaining time and when Snape told them they could go, she raced out of the room as fast as she could.

He touched her shoulder to stop her from practically sprinting down the corridor. She turned with a glare on her face.

"Johnson, you shouldn't fight it. We could have a pretty good time, you know. I know I can give you what you want. You can give me what I want."

"Too bad I don't want anything from you," she said feeling his hands creep down her side, resting on her waist.

"Fine, but just remember: I'm a Slytherin and I'm a Montague. We always get what we want. Don't make this a game."

"This is one thing you won't be getting," she said as she got close to whisper in his ear. She gave the earlobe a little nibble and went to walk away. She realized during detention the affect she had on him. She decided to play his game because she developed the best idea so fast, that it was too good to pass up. He wasn't getting her and only she knew that.

"I will have you, Johnson!" he said as she walked away.

"You can try."

(AN: So that's it! Tell me if I should continue.)