I forgot to mention: since this is Angelina and Graham's 5th year, it is Harry Potter's 3rd year. This is the first year Montague is mentioned as being on the team in canon. Most everything else is AU. ^^ As usual. xD
Oliver Wood raced through the train, his mind going crazy. Angelina Johnson had stopped HIM from hitting that GIT.
Why? his mind screamed out at him. Why did she choose that treacherous snake over him?
Fuming, Oliver didn't look where he was going until he crashed through the train car where Katie and Roger were having their little make-out session.
Shocked and slightly embarrassed at the sight of his Chaser with the prick on the Ravenclaw team, Oliver stopped in his tracks. Katie, looking up at the loud commotion blundering through the door, blushed furiously as Oliver walked in on her in a rather compromising position. She and Roger weren't doing anything more than kissing, but Oliver was angry at something. And an angry Oliver was always a bad sign!
Katie opened her mouth to say something, pushing Roger away from her, but Oliver huffed and turned away. Before Katie could squeak out, "Oliver!", the Keeper had vanished from the compartment.
"What's gotten into him?" Roger asked, pulling Katie back to his lap.
"I don't know. But it's a miracle he's not yelling at me," Katie giggled. "At first I thought it had to do with Angelina -"
Roger kissed her, stopping her words.
"Mmhm!" Katie giggled against his lips. Pulling back for a second, Katie continued, "But I am glad he left. It's not like him though..." Her voice was stopped suddenly.
Roger didn't want to ask about Angelina, but after a few moments of silence, he could not ignore his curiosity. Studying Katie's eyes, Roger casually asked, "Why did you mention Angelina?"
Katie, eyes glazed over as she nipped at Roger's throat, suddenly stopped her movements. "Didn't you know?" she asked, voice coming out as a purr.
Roger frowned as she continued sucking his skin. "I feel like I'm missing something here," he gasped, as her breath tickled his skin.
Katie laughed hysterically against his chest. "You're a Ravenclaw. You're supposed to be the smart guys here. Oliver was mad and he and Angelina and I are on the Quidditch team. Put two and two together and you'll know why I thought what I did. Now hush."
Roger didn't smile again and after five more minutes Katie pouted.
"You're no fun anymore!" Katie declared. "I'm here and yet you keep thinking of Angelina."
Roger jumped slightly. "Am not!" he yelled, cheeks turning red.
"Are too! But that's okay, it's not like we're going steady or anything." Katie sighed and stood up, stretching her body lazily. "Thanks, Roger!" Katie smiled as she rearranged her robes.
Roger couldn't help chuckling at the spunky Gryffindor. "The pleasure is all mine."
Katie winked, "It sure is!" With a small wave, she left the Ravenclaw with much more than a hickey on his neck to worry about.
Oliver stormed through the train back the way he had just come. Seeing Katie and Roger had made him even angrier because he had completely forgotten that Katie had abandoned her friends. Traitor! Oliver thought harshly as he walked past Alicia, Lee, Fred and George again.
"What's up with Ollie?" Lee asked, pointing as Oliver's figure once more walked by their compartment.
Alicia frowned.
Fred shrugged. "You know how he gets. Probably something to do with..."
"Don't say it, mate," George said, elbowing Fred.
"Ow!" Fred elbowed George back.
"I'm just saying..."
"Hey!" Lee jumped up. "Where's Angelina?"
Alicia returned to her list. It wasn't adding up... was it?
Without even acknowledging his team members and Lee, Oliver kept up his quick pace. He alternately ran and walked through the train, startling car after car full of students. Thankfully, all the Slytherins were seated towards the front of the train. Except one, his mind reminded him.
Oliver was just about to barge into the final car when he stopped, face pale.
He saw her straddling him. Kissing him. The dirty snake turned his head and she pleaded for his attention.
Oliver's fists were clenched tightly against the metal door as his eyes burned with anger. That idiot was touching his best Chaser!
Oliver watched, transfixed, as Montague spun Angelina around. Even though the door was closed, Wood could hear their words. Her magically lifting laugh. With her charming smile and beautiful hair flowing out behind her, she looked perfect. Angelic almost.
She was wearing her Hogwarts uniform. The short, pleated skirt billowed around her toned legs. Her white blouse was ruffled, the sleeves rolled up. Her outer robe was carelessly draped around her spinning body.
And then she was kissing the enemy one last time before heading towards the door.
Oliver's mouth set in a grim line as he watched Montague's blissful face. The git didn't even have the decency to get up and open the door for her! Oliver fumed. What sort of girl would want a dolt like that?
Angelina walked out of the compartment - and bumped right into Wood.
With a gasp, Angelina looked up and stepped back involuntarily.
"Oliver!" Angelina shrieked. Looking around, Angelina dragged Wood down the hallway. "What are you doing here?"
Oliver regained his composure and sneered. "So, I see what you've been up to with that - that - SCUM!"
"Oliver, please," Angelina pleaded, sinking down into a seat. "Please don't be like this! It's not what you think."
"Not what I bloody think? Johnson - you were kissing him. KISSING. How is that not what I think?"
Angelina sighed and rubbed her eyes. "Have you ever thought that just once, I am a GIRL and maybe some GUY would be interested in me?" she yelled back.
Oliver groaned, running his hands through his hair. "Believe it or not, I have noticed, Johnson. But a Slytherin? How low can you get?"
It was Angelina's turn to yell back, "Me? Low? Oliver Wood, don't you EVER talk to me like that again!"
Faster than Wood could react, Angelina slapped her Captain, fingernails dragging across his cheek.
Oliver flinched and cradled his cheek in his hand as he stared at the blood pooling in his palm.
Without a backwards glance, Angelina stalked off down the hallway.
A sarcastic laugh filled his ears.
"Got you real bad, huh?" the sinister voice asked, a sneer upon the owner's face.
"Montague," Oliver said through gritted teeth. "This is all your fault. What have you done to her?"
"Me?" he feigned innocence. "Nothing. The question is: What have YOU done to her?"
Graham's figure filled the hallway space he occupied. He was the same height as Oliver, although Graham had much broader shoulders.
"I have done nothing. Why did she kiss you?" Oliver grimaced as he spoke. His mind was conjuring the scene, making him relive what he had just witnessed. He felt like he was going to hurl.
"Ah, so it's about that, then. Why don't you just tell her you love her? See what she says," Graham taunted. Montague enjoyed teasing the Gryffindor Keeper because he was so easy to bait.
With a snarl, Oliver tackled Graham to the ground. Graham retaliated by punching Wood in the face, throwing the Keeper back through the nearby compartment door. Oliver's body fell against the seats and rolled onto the floor of the compartment. His body not moving, Oliver lay face down.
Graham picked himself up and dusted off his shirt. "Well, that explains it. You'll never be the man for her."
Graham walked away, leaving a dazed Oliver lying on the floor, blood trickling down his face.
Oliver made his slow, clumsy way through the train once more. Wild thoughts raced across his mind as he stumbled clumsily back to his compartment. Graham. Angelina. Gonna. Kill. Why me?
Graham was fuming as he returned to his classmates' compartment. Angry at those bloody Gryffindors and at Angelina, Graham thought to himself, Why must Angelina put up with such idiots? None of them deserve her. How can she put up with them if she's not attached to them?
It didn't make sense to him, but he shrugged. It didn't matter. He would save her from the lion's den, so to speak. He would show her what it really meant to be free. She was worth everything, after all. She was Angelina Johnson.
Even he, Graham Montague, with his good looks and impeccable bloodline, wasn't good enough for someone like her unless she chose him. Now, if only Wood and the rest of those blood traitors realized that, too.