It got to the point Angelina would leave her friends in the common room early just to be able to get some well needed rest before her morning runs. He was the first thing she thought of in the morning and the last thing she ever believed when have affected her so. It was their 8th day of meeting and she was determined to make it all the way across the viaduct bridge this time.

"Take my lead." She said to him sternly when they reached the top of the stairwell

"I like it when you got all authoritative on me, Johnson." He replied

"Button it up! I am serious I want to go all the way across. I know you gotta keep running after I leave every day, I don't want you to have to do that."

" I don't mind running alone, I did it before you came along. It gives me time to think. Don't kill yourself."
She ran ahead of him and turned around so she was facing, "Well, I'm here now. Don't underestimate me."

"Don't die." He said as he began to speed up. "I won't have anything to look at."

They made it past the halfway mark and she began to slow a bit.
"Johnson, let's go." He supported, putting one hand on the small of her back and pushing her stopped talking to her just pushing her along, wanting her to make it if it meant that much to her. She all but collapsed in his arms when they reached the other side, she looked down the opposite stairwell and just shook her head, "No way!" she gasped as he laughed and sat her down.

"Here" he said as he picked up her legs and began to rub her calves, "you'll cramp up if you don't"

"Isn't that something you'd want? Me out of commission so I can't play you guys Saturday?"

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves you have to beat Ravenclaw tomorrow before you can look four days ahead of that."

"That's not going to be a problem. I've got great motivation."

"And what is that?"

"Seeing the look on your face when I beat the stuffing out of you."

"Oh is that so?"

"It is." She said smiling. "I think that is this best kind of motivation."

"Me?" He smiled slyly, "I'm your muse?"

"Oh, you're my something." she said catching exactly where this conversation was headed.

"What am I exactly to you?"

She sat that there, knowing eventually she was going to have to have this talk with him she just didn't know it would be today. "What do you mean?"

"You heard me." He said switching her legs around to give her other one as much attention as he had given the first.

"Well, you are Montague. You are someone I exercise with, in secret mind you."

"So that's what you call the other day, 'exercise'..I can show you 'exercise' ...." he began

"You are my biggest opponent on the quidditch field. You are that guy that has yet to miss a mark on his tests in class which annoys me highly. You are.." She continued as if he didn't interrupt her.

"Handsome?" He filled in for her, "Confident?" he replaced."Your driving force?"

"My friend." She finished coyly, removing her legs from his lap.

Before she could remove herself completely from his presence he grabbed her wrist,"I am a damn lot more than that, Johnson. Go fill in Weasley on that."
Ignoring his last statement she got up, "Ready." She commented as she opened the door to the stairwell she never made it down before and headed down to the lake.

"Montague, this is the second time you've been late for practice, what the hell has gotten into you man?" Flint said slamming the door behind him, "They see me takin' it easy on you 'cause we are mates and they are going to think they can run all over me."

Montague just made his way to his bed and opened up the book of Russian poetry he had been flipping through the night before."No one asked you to take it easy on me, I would have understood." He responded not looking up at him

"What is wrong with you man?" Flint said honestly clueless, "The groupies have been piling up to the ceiling now that you have disappeared, I tell you if I knew that ignoring them shat worked I would've been all about it, but here is the kicker mate, you got them now, partake."

Montague physically felt ill at the thought of going out and spending time with any of those females that threw themselves at the feet of the quidditch players, just waiting for the opportunity to be seen sneaking off with one of them and becoming one of the numbered faces of the harem. The idea that this use to be more than enough, but actually gratifying for him slightly angered him more than any order his father could bark at him. Who was he to be just a countless bastard in a parade of assholes who had nothing to look forward to but being seen doing all the stereotypical bad ass things? He couldn't have cared less about the ordered fate of things or what they were to mean. All he wanted was to walk out of that school in a few short days and spend his summer traveling far away from anyone that wasn't 5'7 with long black hair, perfect skin, large almond eyes, ample breasts, and legs that went on for days.

" 'ello man? Just going to ignore me now?" Flint said striking him from his inner dialogue

"If it were only that easy." Montague responded, flashing him a smile.

"You are lucky you are you and I am me, and I relate to this whole." Flint glanced from side to side although he knew they were alone." Army mess, and we will find a way, you said it yourself.." He began heading toward the door, "As far as this vow of celibacy or whatever you got going on here, I suggest you get over it fast."

Montague just straightened his self on the pillow before throwing his book across the room. Why did Flint have to remind him of that damned pact? He made his way to his desk and through his old mail to find his encrypted message about the first task expected of the training Death Eaters. This was not the future he saw for him and as of late, not anything he could live with since it's something she never would. He twirled the paper between his fingers going over and over the instructions in his head and then thinking about the time in the stairwell. If he had to make a decision it was a no brainer, growing more obvious as the time passed. She had already all but admitted she has chosen him, the biggest battle he has seen and he was the victor. Whatever else was to come he could handle, cause he had his own motivation now.

Flint busted through the door an hour later, "Oy, man. Out the bed, we are going out. Just for a bit. No excuses, you owe me for embarrassing my ass earlier. Let's go"