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Chapter 11

"Hey" Montague smiled softly down at Angelina. She was sitting, chin on her knees, at the edge of the lake. She smiled up at him sadly.

"Hey."

"Can I sit?" Angelina waved her arm in the affirmative.

"It's nice out here."

"Mm."

"Bit of a shock this morning huh?"

"Yeah…"

"Angelina," she turned to look at him in surprise at the desperate way he said her name. "You are happy aren't you?" Angelina regarded his anxious face carefully.

"I'm relieved." She replied at last. "I won't mind marrying you. I just wish I didn't have to get married at all." Montague exhaled loudly in relief.

"Well that's good. For a moment there I thought you were going to freeze me out." Angelina smiled.

"I should, for those two goals you got past me." Montague laughed.

"If it makes you feel better I struggled more trying to shoot past you than I did with Wood. You're really something Angel."

"I certainly am!" Montague laughed again and she nudged him playfully.

"You know, I've really missed all those clandestine meetings in the broom cupboard."

"Clandestine!" Angelina laughed at his choice of word. "I suppose we were clandestine." She smiled at him. "I missed them too."

"So, now that we're engaged, there'd be nothing wrong in starting that back up again...?" he trailed off. She rolled her eyes.

"Your incorrigible." Montague smirked.

"Slytherin."

"I'll tell you what. I'll go back to meeting you if you can remember our first kiss."

"Of course I remember. It was the beginning of last year. You were tutoring me in transfiguration. I changed your hairclip into a butterfly." Angelina smiled at the memory.

"I didn't understand why you did that."

"I just wanted to see what you looked like with your hair down." He ran his fingers through her hair now, remembering that first time.

"You were watching the butterfly, you didn't notice me lean in." he leaned closer to her as said this. Angelina's breath hitched.

"And then I kissed you. Just one soft kiss." Their lips met. It was exactly like their first kiss. Angelina's eyes had fluttered closed and she kept them shut as he rested his forehead against hers.

"You have a good memory." She whispered.

"Why did you ask if I could remember that?"

"I wanted to see if it meant as much to you as it did to me." her eyes opened to see his warm eyes twinkling back at her.

"That was one of the best days of my life." He told her. She broke the moment by smirking a very Slytherin smirk at him.

"That's because you'd just won the first match of the year against Hufflepuff. You scored so many goals it wouldn't have mattered if they'd managed to catch the snitch. And Flint told you that he would make you captain this year, you were bragging about it "

"That was just the icing on the cake." He told her, kissing her forehead. "He broke his promise anyhow."

"Mm. you would have made a great captain." She said snuggling against him. He held her close.

"I guess now we'll never know."

"There will be other teams." Angelina looked up at him in surprise as a thought crossed her mind. "You know I've just realized I know nothing about you."

"What do you mean?" He queried looking back down at her.

"I mean, what do you want to do after school? Where are we going to live? How many children do you want? How do you feel about your parents? What are we going to do about the war?"

"Whoa!" Graham laughed pressing a finger to her lips. "Let's take this one step at a time hmm? I'm going to work at my fathers company till he retires and then I'll take over. Montague Inc., as you know, is the largest importer of Quiditch supplies into England supplying to over 200 stores nationwide. My family owns a manor in Berkshire (A/N see Basildon Park), and we also have a town house in London. We could live in either if you like. I like kids. I'd like a couple, maybe 3. I get on with my parents. They're nice enough most of the time. Dads usually at work anyway. I don't want to get involved with the war, especially as we will have children by then. I don't agree with the Dark Lords policies but I'm not willing to put your life, or the lives of my children, nor mine, to fight against him. What about you?" Angelina smiled.

"I didn't really have any plans after school. I would like to go into business. I think 3's a good number. I love my parents. I love the country so the manor sounds nice –if that's all right with your parents. I hate the dark lords policy's, but when you put it like that…"

"Mm." Montague kissed her lips hungrily. "Let's go somewhere." Angelina nodded still kissing him. They walked back to the castle, hands entwined.

Ginny and Blaise walked round the lake, arm in arm, chatting about this and that.

"And then we must go to Egypt! You'd love Egypt!" Ginny told Blaise reminiscing about her family's holiday.

"I'm sure I will! And then you're coming back to Italy with me. My Uncle owns a great vineyard in Florence. You can meet the family there."

"Will they like me?" Blaise stopped her, took hold of her shoulders and turned her towards him. He looked at her from head to toe and back up again, a smirk on his lips.

"Yes, I rather think they will." Ginny hit him playfully.

"So we'll travel the world?"

"Anywhere and everywhere!"

"It's a plan." They walked in silence for a bit till they caught sight of Angelina and Graham making out under a tree.

"Well that was fast." Ginny commented.

"Mm. I doubt Cassius will be getting lucky anytime soon."

"Did you see Alicia's face?" Ginny giggled. "Poor Warrington's gonna get it."

"Don't feel too sorry for Cassius. Spinnet's the one who's going to be stuck with him till death do them part."

"Poor Alicia."

"So what are we going to do?" Ginny looked at him quizzically.

"What are we going to do about what?"

"About our friends. I mean you saw their faces at breakfast. I reckon Johnson and Graham can sort themselves out but as for the rest of them what a mess!"

Ginny jumped up and down tugging on his sleeve.

"You mean it's time for some well-intentioned meddling?"

"Exactly! Especially with Cassius. Draco needs a push too. I don't know about Marcus. We all know he's had a thing for Bell for years."

"Really?" Blaise nodded. "Huh, Blaise reassure me; he's not violent is he?"

"Marcus? Depends who he's with." Ginny looked worried. Blaise hurried to comfort her.

"But he's not violent with girls. He's beaten up a few guys up and he gets rough on the pitch but he'd never laid a hand on a girl." Ginny breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thank goodness. Right well what are we going to do about the others then?"