(A/N: This is cowritten by The Falling Rain of Redemption and Rupert's Honey. The first 5 chapters is The Rain)

Disclaimer-I don't own Harry Potter or anything of the like.

Chapter 1: Love... What's So Good About It?

One hell of a quidditch game was over and the whole team was tired as ever. Angelina walked into the locker room with a towel on her head and her broom by her side. She dropped down the broom and sat down, slouched over on the bench the white towel draping over her face.

"Good game, good game," Andrew called out as he brought his shirt over his head.

"Yeah, those Badgers are some nasty buggers," Oliver said with a smirk.

A loud laugh circled the room. Angelina got up and went to her locker. As she was placing something in there, she felt someone cuff her ass in their hand. She quickly turned around and punched him dead in his face.

"What the hell was that for Angie?" Bruce said jokingly.

Ever since she had met Bruce he had always wanted her and she knew it. Although he was quite the looker, she wanted nothing to do with him. To her he was a vile piece of slim who deserved to be smeared on the bottom of her size 8 shoe.

"Don't ever touch me or next time," she got in his face and gave him a fake seductive smile, "I might aim lower."

"Oh, I like it when you play hard to get."

"Ok, ok you give it all a rest," Oliver said walking into the locker room, "We won! We should be celebrating."

Oliver came over to Angelina and placed his arm around her shoulder. He smiled down at her and although she was quite pissed off with Bruce, she smiled back at Oliver. She never could resist his smile.

Everyone else had left and Angelina was waiting for Oliver by the entrance of the stadium. She looked at her watch. It read 10:34.

"This brings back memories," she thought.

Flash Back

Angelina was waiting in the armchair in front of the fire. She stared into it's golden embers before she looked over towards the big grandfather clock. The clock read 10:34.

"He's late," she said out loud with a sigh.

She was drifting in and out of sleep when Oliver walked in. She had no idea he was there. He walked behind the chair and wrapped his arms across her chest. She snuggled up to his embrace.

"I've been waiting for you," she said in a low voice.

"I know, I'm sorry, I..."

"Save the excuses and kiss me," she demanded.

Oliver smiled and brought his head closer to hers. She turned her neck and was met by the soft touch of his lips. She opened her mouth slightly to let his tongue enter. He bit down softly on her lower lip making her moan softly. Angelina broke this kiss and got up off of the chair. She went over to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her very close.

"Why do I love you so much?" Angelina asked sarcastically.

Oliver closed the gap that was between their faces and kissed her sensually. He opened his mouth and let her tongue enter his mouth as his tongue did wonders with hers. Their heads moved rhythmically from side to side. He broke this kiss with her bottom lip caught by his teeth. It drew a little blood but Angelina found it very arousing. She smiled sucking on her bottom lip.

"That's why," he answered.

End of Flash Back

Angelina got tired of waiting, and her duffle bag was beginning to get heavy. She turned to leave when she heard Oliver calling, "Wait!" he said running down the stairs.

When he caught up to her they began to walk down the street.

"Hey, good game today," Oliver said with a smile.

"Wish I could say the same for you," Angelina replied with a smirk.

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"Your defense sucked much ass."

"Well I thought my defense was fine."

"Yeah, you and...well..." She began to stroke her chin as if thinking, "No one," she said with a a devilish grin.

Oliver laughed and nudged her a little. She nudged him back. He nudged her again, this time harder. Being one who was a very, very sore loser, Angelina wasn't about to let him outdo her. She nudged him much harder then he had nudged her. They both fell on the ground, Angelina landed on top of Oliver. Her head was rested on his chest before she realized what a predicament she was in. She lifted her head and looked into his eyes with a surprised expression. Her braids cascaded down one side of her head, his hands were around her waist.

"Angelina.." Oliver whispered softly.

"Umm...I'm sorry" she said scrambling off of him.

She stood up quickly and dusted herself off while her back was turned to him.

"I'm sorry...how could I have been so clumsy...I..."

"Angelina..." Oliver whispered again turning her around to face him.

His eyes were gleaming. It was strange to Angelina because she had never seen his eyes gleam like that unless he was talking about Quidditch, or...he was making love to her. She looked down at the ground and then back up to him. He leaned in. She was about to lean in to when she realized what she was about to do. She stepped back and looked at him with a sorry expression.

"We can't Oliver...I'm sorry."

"But Angelina..."

"NO!" She snapped, "I'm sorry...we can't."

She turned around and ran out of sight. Oliver just stood there under the street light for a minute before he began walking home again.