Gladrags Wizardwear was just the way Montague preferred it, low traffic. As he figured, most students already had their party outfits and would head straight for the pubs and candy shops-leaving him the ability to shop for new clothes in peace. Although Gladrags was far from his first choice, it would make due with the mission he had in front of him. He had finally given in to Flint's ploys and decided to go, to the House Party. Despite the fact that Daphne Greengrass, his latest—entertainment –for a lack of better word would be there and for the first time he probably couldn't avoid running into her and the Carrow twins since he had been with the three of them behind each other's backs. He often didn't care what people thought of him and this case was none the different. He didn't care if they knew; he quite frankly didn't think it was any of their business. Each girl did it because they wanted to—who else was doing the same shouldn't be of any concern to them as long as they got what they wanted, and he never leaves a lady disappointed. He just didn't feel like pretending to be glad to see any of them.

He just felt like there was no spark no excitement left in the school, his classes were all but a bore to him—passing them all without paying attention. He was a shoe in for Captain next year when Flint was to leave so there was no real challenge there, every girl worthy in his house he had experienced, and his parents were already on him about joining the Dark Army over the summer. He was spent with it all, and literally found joy in few minimal things anymore. If it weren't for Flint, Malfoy ( on occasion), and quidditch Hogwarts would be all but dead to him. He found what he thought was going to be the best possible shirt he'd be able to pull out of there for the party and decided to mull around enjoying being alone with his thoughts, nowhere else in all of Hogsmeade was going to be as calming. The door chimed as someone else joined him in the clothing store, out of pure curiosity he turned to see who else could possibly have opted for the serenity of a quiet store and not the bustle of the crowded streets. It was Angelina.

He laughed to himself, amused at the thought of the two thinking alike. She pulled back the curtain to the door window carefully, as to make sure no one saw her or was going to follow her in she exhaled in relief and headed to the women's section of the store. Finding this far more amusing than anything that could possibly be going on elsewhere, he watched are as she made her rounds. Barely looking at this garment, turning her nose up at the garish ones, and picking out the more subdued ones to carry along with her; he had to admit he liked her taste. Without realizing it he had made his way from the common safety of the shadows where he was most comfortable and was just mere racks away from the girl. Hannah Abbott and Ernie Macmillian entered the store chattering loudly about Oliver Wood's purchases at Honeyduke's. Hearing the topic, Angelina gasped loudly and made her way clumsily through the racks tripping on a rod on her way through she caught herself on another but hit her ankle in the process, she bit her fist and dropped her items in attempts not to scream aloud. Montague couldn't hold his silence any longer and chuckled at the sight, alarming her slightly. He came around the corner of the other rack and cooly commented,

"Avoiding your boyfriend's fans, are you? Although to be perfectly honest I thought you were spoken for by Weasley." Angelina just glared at him and tried to bend down to retrieve what she dropped. In another move far uncharacteristic of him, he bent down and scooped them up before she could. The door chimed as Hannah and Ernie, obviously not up for the solitude of the store made their way back out.

"There, crisis averted. Will you please hand me my stuff ?" Angleina said in a harsh whisper

"No need to keep your voice so low, Johnson, its only me and you here. " He said handing them neatly back to her, she tried to jerk him from his grasp , but lost her footing and fell into his chest. He was tall, lean and built her weight against him not only didn't budge him but didn't do anything more than make him laugh. He inhaled sharply the scent of her light perfume, which was momentarily intoxicating, prohibited him from making fun of her anymore. Taking the opportunity she straightened herself up,

"My friendships with Fred and Oliver are of no concern of yours. Thank you."

"Ha, friendships? Oh please. You have pined over that Red-headed prat for as long as I've known you." Montague smiled as he felt like himself again, regaining his wit.

"Oh, and what is it you think you know about me, Montague? My position on the quidditch team? What colors I wear? Who I walk around with? Face it you know nothing, least of all me. So do us both a favor and leave my name out of your mouth.

He scoffed arrogantly at this as he moved slightly out of her way so she could make her way to the register counter,

"Oh Johnson, I would be as dimwitted and half-brained as those locusts at the school if I believed any of that is what made you." Angelina turned to look at him questioning, hearing the words come out of his own mouth took him by surprise as well. Breaking the awkward silence Angelina turned back away from him and started up again,

"Well, I would choose my 'locusts' of friends over your blood sucking leeches any day, I saw you over there with them today harping fun at me when my ankle got in this bad off of shape."

"You saw me?"

"You are not invisible, Montague, I see you all the time. You and Flint poking fun at me and Alicia, whenever you get to get the chance. Fighting with the twins. Ragging on my team , my friends, my house, I swear there doesn't seem to be a bit better of a conversation for you Slytherins than what we ol' Griffs are up to."

Montague couldn't help but snicker at this, leaving his mouth in a crooked grin as he walked back to the rack where he was when she first piled into him he returned with a Black lace sleeveless top cut far too low for Angelina's liking for this party,

"She'll take this." He said to the shop keep as he cleared the counter of her belongings.

Baffled by this, Angelina told the shopkeeper to hold on and turned her back to face Montague,

"Where do you get off trying to dress me? Why are you even wasting your time with me, that's all I am to you right? A waste of pure and useful space?"

"Have I ever been that blunt and insulting, Johnson? I mean you Gryffindors can be so dramatic sometimes, " he signaled the shopkeep to finish ringing her up and he tell by the look in her eye that the only reason that she let him do this was because what he had picked out was actually a lot better than anything she picked up.

"If anything you are wasting time with me, I hear that you have a hot date with Oliver Wood tonight."

Angelina rolled her eyes at this, " That is absolutely none of your business."

"So it is true then?" He said, his voice dropping a bit, " You settled for that one did you?"

"No."Angelina said retrieving her bag from the store owner, "I mean , yes. Ugh, Mont this has already been a trying day having a row out with you isn't something I am rightly up to right now." She began to limp toward the door.

Montague threw at least three more galleons than what the shirt he had was worth at the counter and cut her off at the door,

"What does that mean?" Montague asked, honestly intrigued that her first reaction to being paired off with 'the' Oliver Wood was a negative one.

"Montague, please." She said finally reaching the door

"Johnson, just answer the question. It's just me and you, not me and you and your crew or mine. No big deal."

Somehow actually finding relief in his words, she exhaled her shoulders dropping deeply.

"No, I am not dating anyone. Least of all Wood, you were there today you saw what happened. You're smart, put two and two together and find why he is treating me today. As far as me and Fred, the idea of me chasing him is absurd."

"Glad you realize that, Johnson. Both are royal prats." He held the door open for her and mockingly bowed slightly, she grunted in disgust and made her way across the street to the Three Broomsticks. He delighted in watching her shape make its way slowly to the pub, he wanted to make sure she knew he was watching her. When she reached the door she turned around to see him resting against the doorframe of Gladrags,

"When you get tired of the meathead." He shouted to her, as he pointed a few doors down to Hog's Head while he made his way over. She turned away quickly and entered the building, obviously flustered by his request. Seeing the strong, tough Angelina Johnson discombobulated by him gave him a rush that he hadn't felt in ages.

Marcus Flint held down a table at the Hog's Head waiting for Montague, he had almost finished his first Butterbeer and ordered a round of Firewhiskey shots. He watched as Dean Thomas hit on Katie Bell at the counter space, waiting for him to be shot down as so many before him had been. Montague entered the bar and slid into the seat across from Flint,

"You're late." Flint commented, without his eyes leaving the legs of Katie in that short dress. Montague scoffed loudly at the sight, Katie hearing this turned around to see who made the condescending gesture as Montague said something about a "trollop" under his breath. He reached into his pocket and threw a package of chocolate frogs on the table.

"What the hell is that for?" Flint said picking up his shot as the young waitress brought it out,

"You were right."

Flint grabbed her by her wrist rudely as she was walking away, "Just bring the whole bottle." He commanded. Montague was admitting he was right, this was a holiday.

"What about, mate?" Flint asked leaning in eagerly.

"Johnson." He sighed taking his shot