"Graham and Angelina sittin' in a tree. K-I-S-S-I-N-G!" Warrington mocked.
"Shut it!" Montague growled, picking at the grass aimlessly. "Prat!" Montague hit Warrington's arm.
"Chill out, will you? Gods, I feel like you're both six again," Adrian complained.
Warrington rubbed his sore arm, but remained silent.
Bletchley glared at them all, book in hand. "Can any of you children be quiet for just one minute?"
Adrian was about to say something, but was stopped by the sight in front of him. Shocked, his mouth hung open in disbelief.
"What's wrong with you?" Warrington asked snidely.
Montague looked up and his mouth dropped open, too.
Warrington was annoyed. "Are you both daft now?" he asked, voice rising in frustration.
Bletchley gave up on his book and rolled his eyes. Warrington was so immature.
That's when he saw her.
Out of the corner of his eye he saw her standing in the shallow water of the lake. She must have just dove in because her body was covered in water. It was the sexiest thing he had ever seen. It even beat all those pictures in the dirty rag magazine Flint had.
Warrington finally shut up as he, too, saw what they were staring at.
Angelina always went for a swim to relax her muscles. Though lately it was becoming harder and harder to slip away from her friends. She knew it was risky to swim in the lake. That's why she started swimming there.
It was her third year and Kettleburn was teaching Care of Magical Creatures. During one of their practicals they were standing by the lake. Fred and George set off a prank, causing several students, including Angelina, to fall into the lake.
The twins later apologized, but Lee told her she was hot, smiling his appreciation of her water-soaked body. Pushing the stupid boys away in frustration, Angelina ran to her room. Embarrassed and ashamed, Angelina refused to see anyone.
Later, alone with Alicia, the two girls snuck back to the lake, daring each other to jump in - naked. Angelina, being the rash, risky one, stripped first, jumping into the water without fear. A few moments later, a blushing Alicia followed suit.
That day had started a ritual of sorts that turned into a habit for Angelina. At the end of each following year, the two girls snuck down to the lake for a quick swim, celebrating another year gone by.
And now, a couple of years later, here she was, bathing naked in the lake again. Angelina didn't tell Alicia that she had started swimming in the lake more frequently. Although she believed Alicia suspected, neither girl spoke of it, as though to do so would breach a point in their friendship that neither was willing to touch.
The boys watched, fascinated, as Angelina dove back into the water.
They watched her come up for air.
They lost track of time as she finally came out of the water and lay on the bank, exhausted.
Gathering her clothes, she started to head back to the castle.
When she walked into them.
Their eyes were glazed over in daydreams when she came upon them. Startled, they all blushed, trying to regain their composure.
Angelina flushed scarlet, despite her skin tone, and pulled her robes closer around her body.
All were speechless.
Regaining her composure first, Angelina scowled. "Enjoying the day, boys?" she acidly spat.
"Yes, thank you. Lovely day," Bletchley responded, shocking everyone.
"You often down here?" Montague asked, not one to lose out on an opportunity to prod the temperamental Chaser.
"Mind your own business," Angelina hissed.
Montague's eyes raked over her partially concealed body. Settling on her legs, he grinned. "Oh, no worries Johnson. We are."
Angelina ignored his gaze and tried to push past them.
"Not so fast, Johnson," Adrian said, his hand grabbing her wrist. "Where do you think you're going?"
"To my room so I can change," Angelina said, voice soft in warning.
"Let her go," Warrington said, lazily. "Not like we're interested."
"Good, 'cause I wouldn't willingly come near any of you!" Angelina let her temper go. To hell with self-control!
The boys, except Bletchley, laughed.
"Feisty," Montague grinned, licking his lips.
"And hot," Adrian snickered, releasing his firm grip on her hand.
Tearing away, Angelina ran for the castle.
"That wasn't fair," Bletchley complained, when the echo of the castle door slamming behind that angelic figure had finally stopped ringing.
"Well, it's not like she would take us seriously, either," Warrington commented.
"Did you see the way she looked though?" Bletchley could not believe the dunderheads he was sitting with.
"Yeah - she was hotter than ever," Adrian sighed, lost in his own fantasy.
Bletchley cuffed Adrian's head. "I meant, she would have done anything that first moment when she saw us."
"Ow!" Adrian groaned, holding his head.
"What do you mean?" Montague asked, looking at Bletchley suspiciously. "Johnson, do anything? No way. Johnson isn't like that."
Bletchley shrugged, stretched, and got to his feet. "Wanna bet?"
Montague was always up to a challenge. "Sure."
"I'll see you boys later," Bletchley smirked, eyes glowing in the soft twilight.
Angelina ran into the castle, clothes haphazardly thrown on. Clinging to her robe, which she made sure was wrapped securely around her body, Angelina took a few deep breaths. Willing her heart rate to slow down, she sat on a bench in the Entrance Courtyard.
"Okay, relax," she told herself. "It was just some stupid boys - Slytherin boys - and it means nothing. Except I was an idiot to think it would be a good day for a swim."
"No, just a good day for being by the lake," a deep voice broke her train of thought.
Too tired to turn around, Angelina sighed and closed her eyes. "What do you want now?"
"Your company, for a moment," he boldly declared.
"Fine. You got it. I can't seem to move since I'm still getting over the shock." Her voice sounded tired and pathetic to her own ears. She knew she couldn't fool anyone. Not tonight.
"I know," he whispered, leaning down so his mouth was near her ear. His hands rested on her shoulders as he massaged her aching muscles.
She gasped at the warmth from his body, but didn't protest.
He smirked and continued in silence, working his way down her back. He enjoyed her silence - it was something he knew they shared.
"So why are you here?" she asked, not wanting him to think she was a coward.
"Let's just say I want to win a dare." Bletchley didn't want to reveal who he wanted to win one over on.
"Oh, so the big, bad Slytherins got bored?" Angelina mocked.
"You could say that," Bletchley shrugged. "Or, you could say we just can't keep our snake eyes off of a certain lioness."
She stiffened under his hands at that remark. "So you are spying? Why me? If this is about Quidditch, you should have gone for Ron or Alicia. Maybe even Katie. Not me."
"Yes, we know. But this isn't about Quidditch." His voice was patient and soothing, despite the fact that his hands were no still on her hips. Moving his arms, he encircled her waist. "Contrary to popular belief, we don't all focus on Quidditch, you know."
Angelina smirked. "I take it you enjoyed the show."
He realized why he loved her in that comment. "It was deliberate?"
"Well, I knew someone was watching. I didn't expect you, though." She admitted something that was in her heart so easily. Maybe not looking at him helped somehow?
"Who did you expect?" He tensed a little, nervously, arms unconsciously hugging her closer to his body.
She relaxed in his hold, enjoying his possessive feel. Tilting her head, she looked up at him, eyes wide open. "I think you know."
He kissed her. A soft, gentle, chaste kiss.
She kissed him back. Hers was more aggressive, demanding.
He wanted her, but didn't want to show it.
She teased him with her eyes, knowing he wanted her.
"Thank you, Miles," she said coyly. "I had a good evening. See you around."
She left, giving him one last lingering kiss on his cheek.
He stood in the courtyard, dazed.
"No way!" Montague shouted. "Impossible."
Adrian agreed. "Angelina Johnson enjoyed your company?"
Warrington snorted. "Like we care." They all knew it was a lie.
Montague fumed as he gave Bletchley ten galleons. "Fine. But how about this one?"
"Deal." Bletchley hoped he wouldn't lose this time.