A/N: I would first like to say that in my story, Katie is in the same year as Angelina, the twins, and Alicia. I am also trying to make it so there is at least one kiss in each chapter. Here's the second chapter.
But first, let's give a shout out to my reviewers.
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Chapter 2: Lustful thinking
Angelina was lying in her bed, thinking of the night's events. It was about midnight before she actually went to sleep but her thoughts were clouded by a certain Slytherin. She had a plan but it would have to stay a secret. Her friends didn't know what happened in the dungeons and they couldn't find out.
There was a plan brewing in her mind and it was almost foolproof.
Almost.
What she didn't know was that a special someone had a plan as well.
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Montague laid in his bed thinking about the last couple of hours. His plan was working about perfectly.
He had already gotten her to kiss him. It wouldn't be long till she was in his bed. He knew she wouldn't just give it up for a smooth talker and hot kisser. Angelina Johnson was not easy. It would be a difficult task but he would fulfill his goal.
All he had to do was show her that he was worth the time. He wasn't thinking sweetness and chocolates. He was thinking lust and passion. He wasn't in love with her. He just wanted her body. If Angelina could see that she wanted him too, she would give in. She proved she wanted him tonight when she kissed him back.
Tomorrow is Saturday, he thought. Perfect.
He had all day.
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It was a Hogsmeade weekend and the castle was almost deserted with the exception of 1st and 2nd years, a couple of Ravenclaws, a few Hufflepuffs, one Slytherin and one Gryffindor.
The lioness was sitting in her favorite chair in the library. Her favorite book, "Utopia", had her totally isolated from the rest of the world. That was until a voice jolted her from her thoughts.
"Johnson, Snape wants us." Montague came behind the chair and snatched the book from her hands. Angelina immediately jumped from her seat and turned to face him.
"Give me back my fucking book! And why does Snape want us?" she whispered, hoping not to get yelled at by the strict librarian.
"I don't know what he wants. He just said to go find you and come to his office," he said as he handed her back her book. "Let's go."
They walked the halls in silence. Angelina was already pissed off that she had to stop reading. It kept the peace inside her head because it was always filled with wacky thoughts from hanging out with the twins and Lee.
As they passed an empty classroom with an open door, Montague quickly grabbed her wand from her back pocket and shoved her in the open space. Before she even had time to react, he had already locked the door and both his and her wand were hidden in his robes.
"What the hell are you playing at? Snape needs to see us and I don't want him to have reason to give us another detention!" she practically shouted as she made a grab for his robes.
Easily moving out of the way, he simply said, "I thought you would have figured out that I made that up. In fact, I know that Snape is in Hogsmeade with Flitwick and your pathetic Head of House," he sneered as he began to walk towards her.
"Well what the hell do you want because I was busy!"
"I wanted to have a little chat. Last night, you left me wanting more. I don't like not getting what I want."
"Well to be honest, I could care less about what you wanted. Now if you'll excuse me." She briskly walked past him and made to open the door.
"Oh, before I forget. My wand?" She said as she walked towards him with her hand stuck out.
He opened his robes to show that it was in his pants. Really in his pants. From the looks of it, the wand was underneath his boxers as well.
"You honestly think I won't go in there and get them."
"I'm sure you would. That's what I'm aiming for," he said as he got closer to her. She stood there defiantly and and simply watched as his eyes looked from her face, to her breasts, to her wand in his pants.
"Well are you gonna get it or what?
"Fine."
She lifted her hands, tugged at the belt buckle, bringing him closer to her and started to undo the button on his jeans. Then unzipped them, brushing against the bulge that was not hidden in the silk boxers he was wearing.
"Someone needs to calm down," she said as she eyed the Slytherin.
"Or we could just relieve it right here."
"I don't think so," and with that she pulled out her wand and turned her back. He quickly turned her around and lifted her on his shoulder. She dropped her wand as he not so gently laid her on a desk. He took her spread legs for granted and moved between them. She tried to struggle but years of quidditch enabled his muscles to hold her down.
"What do you want?"
"You know what I want."
"Well your not getting that so let me go!"
"No! Now you listen to me. I told you last night I always get what I want. Well I want you. I know the feelings mutual. Now stop fighting it," he said as he bent his head and ran his lips over the skin of her neck. She had stopped fidgeting because this whole situation was highly arousing. When he kissed her neck her eyes had fluttered shut and she raised her head to give her more access. Then a thought occurred in her head.
"If you do get me in bed, what do you plan on doing afterwards?"
"Don't worry about it," he said as his lips covered hers. She was caught off guard so her mouth was open and he took total advantage. Her hand had found it's way toward his hard member and she grasped it through his opened jeans. Then as quickly as she could she went from soft strokes to a painful clutch. He gasped as he let go of her, stood up straight, and held his aching organ. (A/N: ha ha vowels. Yeah I know. random.)
"What the fuck!"
"If you want all this, your going to have to work a lot harder. Not that it will get you anywhere anyway."
She got off the desk, picked up her wand, and walked to the door. Muttering "Alohomora!" she left.
"DAMMIT!"screamed a very horny and frustrated Slytherin.
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Angelina was walking down the hall alone when someone caught up with her.
"Hey Angelina!" It was Roger Davies.
"Hey Roger. What are you doing here. Why aren't you in Hogsmeade?"
"Actually I've been looking for you all day. I wanted to know. Would you like to go on a date or something?"
"Sure Roger. Where would you like to go?"
"I'm thinking maybe a walk around the lake or a trip to Hogsmeade?"
"A walk would be nice. When do you want to go?"
"Tonight. 8:00. Since we're both 7th years, they'll let us go out after hours."
"OK, that sounds great. I'll see you then."
"Bye."
Little did either of them know that there was a very jealous eavesdropper listening in and they were not happy.
A/N: The plot thickens! Not my best but oh well. Reviews please! By the way has anyone notice that I have a certain preference of my make out scenes either up against the wall or laying on a desk. I have to work on that.
