I know it's been forever since I last updated. To be truthful, I lost my muse for this story. And then I stopped logging on because of schoolwork and other things. Anyway, here's an update and this story shall continue, provided I come up with ideas. The only warning I can give is that the extreme fluffy parts start here. ^^ I like fluffy pieces, but if you don't, then feel free to leave a review flaming this or walk away now.

If you need a recap summary and do not wish to reread my previous chapters, here's a shortened version:

It is the fifth year for Angelina Johnson, Alicia Spinnet, Lee Jordan, Fred Weasley, and George Weasley (as well as the other students in their year, obviously.) Oliver Wood took Angelina to a different train car to confront her. Then a mysterious person walks in on them in what looks like a compromising position (for humorous effect). Alicia, Lee, Fred and George were left in their compartment alone right after Lee gave a bouquet of flowers to Angelina. They come up with some silliness because Alicia feels bored to tears. Doing what she loves most, teasing Angelina, Alicia comes up with a list and wishes Katie Bell were with them to share in the jokes and laughter. However, Katie and Roger Davies are a couple and they are in their own compartment, much to the disgust of the rest of Katie's friends. None of them like Roger Davies. (Sorry Roger fans.)

Oliver Wood stormed through the corridors, throwing open every door that dared to get in his way.

Alicia, Fred, George and Lee watched, dumbfounded, as Oliver angrily rammed into a door. Repeatedly. After several moments of nail-biting anxiety, Oliver Wood finally found the handle and passed through, no doubt to continue being a menace to every door in the universe.

Alicia was the first to break the silence. "Well, that was something else. What do you think caused that?"

"I dunno," Lee said, when he saw Fred and George were still staring at the door. "You think Angelina's okay?"

Fred and George turned around at the mention of Angelina.

"Where is Angelina?" Alicia muttered.

But none of them moved. Maybe it was denial. Maybe it was the impossible truth. Maybe it was a mystery forever.

But whatever it was, it shocked them all.

Angelina felt numb. She didn't register anything but pain and a deep voice.

And then Oliver hit the mystery man she thought she should have recognized.

"Oliver!" Angelina shrieked.

"He's a bloody Snake!" Oliver snarled, as if that alone justified his action.

The Slytherin merely sneered. Although Angelina was sure he was in her year, she couldn't see him clearly because Wood was standing directly in between them. Angelina thought Oliver would have the sense to stop, but apparently she was wrong.

"No!" she screamed, as she saw Oliver bring his hand back. Angelina lunged forward and caught Oliver's hand before he could swing at the taller youth.

Oliver felt her presence and relented. Wood was a chivalrous man, even if he did get worked up easily over Quidditch. And other things, one of them being Angelina.

"Fine, Angel," Wood said softly, sounding defeated. "If that's what you want." Wood walked to the door, knowing the Slytherin had come for Angelina. With the last ounce of fight in him, Wood threatened the younger boy. "This isn't over!" And then Wood disappeared.

Leaving Angelina with the boy she would never have guessed would come looking for her.

The two stood there in the empty train car. She didn't look at him. He studied her, but as soon as she moved, his eyes flicked towards the windows.

Finally, it was too much to bear.

"Are you okay?" he asked, knowing it was the worst opening he could come up with.

Angelina shivered and collapsed onto the bench. Her legs were shaking as though she were crying. But no tears fell. Concerned, he started towards her until her voice stopped him.

"I am," she said, haltingly. "I think I am," she amended, rubbing her head. "Ugh! Boys! What is with everyone?!"

He was puzzled, confused by her disjointed thoughts. But he let her get it all out. He was patient. He could wait.

"I don't know what you're doing here. I thought you said you didn't want to see me. We are fifth years. Flint and Wood are leaving. You said it yourself. You can't be seen with me if you have any chance of becoming the Captain next year."

Angelina's soft voice washed over him in soothing waves. He sat down next to her, feeling that she wasn't hostile anymore.

"I couldn't help it." He pushed a strand of hair behind her ear.

She continued to stare at the floor, refusing to directly acknowledge his presence.

"Hey, please don't be angry?" he pleaded, childishly. His fingers traced her jawline and tried to push her stubborn chin towards him.

She, mulishly, refused and kept her eyes trained on the carpeted floor.

"Fine, have it your way." He kissed her forehead gently. It was a chaste kiss, but his lips felt like soft wings gracing her skin.

She shivered involuntarily and he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close to his body. Instinctively, she leaned into him, taking in his warmth and the sweet smell of his body. She wasn't sure if he wore cologne, but when she was pressed against him like this, her head spun and all she could think about was him.

"Graham," she weakly protested, placing her hands on his chest. "Graham..." But she couldn't finish because, with a small growl, his lips covered hers and stopped her words.

He kissed her gently and she responded. He pulled her onto his lap, never breaking their contact.

With a growl of fury at himself, he abruptly stopped and pulled back.

Angelina moaned softly and opened her eyes, not realizing when she had closed them. Seeing his face, she tried to kiss him again, but he only turned his head.

"Graham," she pleaded, kissing his cheek. "Please?"

He felt himself giving in to her request, but his mind stopped him. "No. First, tell me what is going on between you and Oliver."

Angelina sighed and rested her forehead on his. "Nothing. Absolutely nothing. We're just friends. He's my Quidditch Captain. Nothing beyond that." She nipped his ear lightly in a playful manner.

Graham grunted, but did not move. She pouted and tried to stand up, huffing a little at his moody manner, but his arms pulled her back down.

"Swear it!" he hissed in her ear, making her flesh tingle. "Swear that you are not involved with him. With anyone."

"Why so bothered, Graham?" Angelina asked, a smirk on her face. She had never known him to be a possessive, jealous boy. So far, they had been friends. He was the one person she looked to after every goal she scored. They had often talked about what would happen if they actually had to play against each other.

"I'm not bothered," Graham replied hotly. "I'm just -" he ran his hand through his hair and refused to look at her. "I dunno. I just don't like the fact that he had his hands on you."

Angelina frowned, clenching her fists. "Oliver Wood does not have the right to touch me. I was just about to put him in his place when you showed up."

Graham smiled at her resolute expression. "I'm glad to hear that. But," his tone darkened, "he had no right to hurt you!"

Angelina, fearing for Oliver's safety, placed her hands on either side of Graham's face. "Graham. Look at me. Look. At. Me!" she demanded.

Finally, Graham consented and focused his eyes on hers. Hazel eyes met chocolate brown and held each other in thrall.

Angelina spoke softly but clearly. "I will speak to Oliver about it later. Right now, I swear to you that I am not attached to anyone. Now, I don't know why you came to see me. But if that's all, I need to get back to my compartment. We cannot be seen by anyone."

Graham playfully held her back each time she tried to get up.

"Grahammmm!" Angelina whined, laughing as he once more held onto her arm so she twirled around and ended up back on his lap. "Let go."

He knew she wasn't mad. He just didn't want to lose her. He felt that he lost her all the time. To the Weasley boys. To Wood. Even to his fellow mates on the team. He watched her every game. From the stands. She was beautiful. She was amazingly talented. And she got hit every game by a Slytherin.

"You're staring again," Angelina teased. Although her mouth was straight, her eyes were smiling with the giggles she was suppressing.

Graham shook his head, stopping his thoughts. She probably wouldn't appreciate it, but he knew he would be on the team this year. He had always loved Quidditch, but had been unable to tryout because all the Chaser spots had been taken. Until this year. Flint had already assured Graham that he would be on the team. Still, Graham worried because nothing had been announced officially.

"Now, I really do have to go," Angelina whispered, kissing him once more before taking advantage of his dazed state. She slipped away and returned to her compartment, leaving behind a stupidly smiling Slytherin.

The compartment smelled of her long after she had left. Graham sat there, relishing the memory. Just in case, he told himself, not wanting to finish that statement.

It really happened. He pinched himself to be sure. Yes, it did. It feels like it's been so long since it was just us, he thought, as he returned to his fellow Slytherins. Yes, just us. How nice.

I have an idea of where I am going with this. If you so wish, you may review. I am open to suggestions. I hope to have another chapter up this weekend. ^^ Sorry again for the delay. I'm trying to get back into writing after such a long break, so my style may have changed. My head is horrible for writing long, drawn-out stories, but I want some more cuteness for this couple. xD If you wish to not review but still want to comment, feel free to PM me as well. I can't promise a super prompt response, but I shall do my best! :)

-Ana