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Angelina felt someone grab and shake her. She opened her eyes and stared into the ugly face of a snatcher that had been holding her prisoner since the disappearance of the death eater. She didn't know what happened exactly, but one day she woke up in this hell hole. Every day since she was drugged and dragged out of her cell by her hair. She would stand in front of men as they came in pawning over her exposed body, the obnoxious music making her teeth rattle. Each time she stood there hoping that those slimy, revolting hands wouldn't pick her. The men always picking someone else, allowing Angelina to be thrown back into her cell until it was time for her to be shown again.
Things seemed to go this way for forever; Angelina didn't know if night and day existed anymore. All she knew of was the high that was going to calm her shakes, feed her hunger, and keep her warm. She was picked up off the floor and made to stand, which she could barley do. The snatcher said a cleaning spell at her and pushed her into a group of other girls. They were the usual group Angelina thought trying to make out faces of the other girls through fogged eyes.
She was handcuffed to another girl and they were forced to walk barefooted through the dirty glass littered corridor up the stairs. Angelina followed unsteady behind another girl half way up the stairs, a snatcher yelled out, "Take this lot to that bloke in the red room."
Angelina was thrown back into her cell after not being chosen again luckily. The snatcher took and stuck the dirty blood crusted needle he used habitually into her arm. Angelina felt the effects of the orange substance immediately, the injection point burning horribly as always. As she laid there on the dirty floor the bass rattling walls swept her away to a distant memory.
Angelina, Katie, and Alice were getting ready to sneak out to a Gryffindor/Ravenclaw party. Angelina was excited because Fred had asked her to attend it with him. Katie finishing with her makeup looked over at Angelina and took her sparkly butterfly hair clip from jewelry book.
"You look perfect Angelina, all you're missing is the good luck butterfly," Katie said smiling as she held the clip out to Angelina. Angelina was currently standing in front of the mirror fixing her already neat and tidy hair.
Angelina turned round smiling as she eyed the infamous lucky clip in Katie's hand, "Do you think I'll need luck?"
Alice snorted, "Fred's such a playboy I think you'll need more protection then luck."
Katie looked at Alice astonished at her comment, "Alice."
Alice shrugged, "I already told you lot about him and that Hufflepuff. I'm surprised he's asked Angelina to be his party "buddy"."
Angelina gave her friend a dirty look, "Thanks Alice, I hope Lee steps on your feet all night."
Alice stuck her tongue out at Angelina, and Angelina stuck hers out at Alice.
Katie huffed, "When are you two ever going to cut this childish bickering out?"
"When Angelina concedes to becoming captain." Alice simply said, brushing her hair.
Angelina rolled her eyes, "Yaya, you're just jealous."
Alice rolled her eyes back at her, "No, I'm not."
Katie sprayed herself with perfume, "Alright girls lets go, before it gets too late and we have a hell of a time getting out."
Angelina nodded in agreement putting her school robe on. The girls pulled their hoods up and sneaked down the corridor. They made their way out the Fat Lady portrait, tip toeing hoping not to be caught by a perfect. They crept down the staircase heading towards the way Fred and the boys had showed them. Creeping along the corridor near the court yard they heard footsteps.
They all ducked down to hide, when the footsteps had passed Angelina crawled forward to make sure the coast was clear. Seeing that it was she motioned for Katie and Alice to join her. Once Katie and Alice joined Angelina the three of them crawled fast down the corridor. They were almost home free when someone called out, "And where do you lot think you're going?"
Angelina almost screamed out in surprise while Alice and Katie jumped.
The girls on their knees looked down the hall and saw long legs lounging on one of the court yard pillars. They couldn't identify the voice that called out to them over the autumn wind, but it sounded familiar to Angelina.
"Stand," said the male commanded, the girls gave each other a look they were going to run.
"Don't think of running either, I'll stun you."
Angelina made a face as they stood, the person didn't leave his perch.
"Come here."
The girls walked solemnly towards the legs. Angelina had a strong feeling she knew who the voice belonged to even though the wind that whipped through the court yard muffled it. Her assumption was confirmed, there stood Montague leaning against a pillar with a magic cigarette in his mouth.
Seeing that it was Angelina and a set of Gryfindork girls he said, "My, my I've caught myself some lions this evening. What are you getting into tonight?"
Angelina crossed her arms taking a hostel stance she said, "It's none of your business and don't you know smoking is against school rules."
Montague blew smoke in their faces smirking, "Being out of bed at this hour is against school rules as well Johnson. Telling from that get-up, the activity you're about to take part in is also against school rules."
Angelina's glare hardened and Montague blew more smoke into their faces.
"Well since you're new to the snogging game I'll let you go with a lessened payment of twenty sickles."
Alice's eyes got big as Katie exclaimed, 'We don't have any sickles on us."
Montague nodded his head with his cigarette in his mouth then blew the smoke out his nose. "Then, what type of merchandise do you have?"
Angelina annoyed with Montague asked, "What are you talking about?"
"Either you're going off to snog and play or a party. You have to have some sort of goodies on you."
Angelina didn't have anything; Katie had some gum, "Here, it's the gum I got from the sweet shop."
Montague looked at her extended hand, rolling his eyes he said, "Since you all have nothing that interests me, I guess you'll have to pay with your bodies."
Angelina becoming angrier, "You egotistical bastard. Who do you think you are?"
Montague chuckled at Angelina's response, "You know what, I'm going to let you all go except for Johnson."
Alice and Katie looked at each other; they did not want to leave her alone with Montague.
Alice was going to say something when Angelina said, "It's okay guys I can handle him."
Alice glared at Montague, "Are you sure?"
Angelina nodded, "It's fine just tell everyone I'm on my way, don't worry."
Alice and Katie nodded eyeing Montague with distrust.
Once their footsteps disappeared, Montague put his cigarette out. He looked very elegant lounging on the ledge of the court yard wall. His uniform fit him nicely, and his tie was slightly loosened with a few buttons on his shirt unbuttoned. His dark brown hair was cut short in one of the hip new hair styles, the way the moon light hit it she could see speckles of gray. His dark blue eyes seemed to be drinking her in as he just stared at her, blowing the smoke from his extinguished cigarette away from where she stood.
"I really have better things to be doing then wasting my time looking at you," Angelina said her face turning into a sneer.
He smirked amused, "Actually Angelina, I'm saving you from wasting your time. Now come sit next to me."
Angelina snorted, annoying Montague whom added, "I'm not giving you an option Angelina come sit here or be reported."
Angelina disliked him so much she thought as she moved to sit on the ledge. Montague picked up his box of cigarettes and stood facing her.
"Relax little lion, the big bad snake isn't going to bite you, tonight Angelina."
Angelina looked at him disgusted and irritated, "Stop calling me by my name."
Montague chuckled leaning forward he said in a seductive manner, "There was a time when you would cry if I called you anything but Angelina."
As the autumn wind blew she could smell his expensive cologne infused with firewhiskey.
"I'm not a foolish child anymore," Angelina said looking into his familiar eyes.
Montague got so close that his forehead and hair touched her forehead, "Do you hate me Angelina?"
She hesitated for a moment, then said, "Yes."
Montague stared into her eyes and touched her check with his hand then grinned. She was dumbfounded by his expression, it had been so long since he grinned so genuinely happily towards her. He was really trying to set fire to the thick wall of ice she had built up against him over the last few years.
"I don't believe you Ang-el-ina." Montague said with a smile dancing on his lips as he played with her name.
Montague mucking about with her annoyed her more, she went to push him away, but he caught her arms. He pulled her obnoxiously close to him.
With a deadly serious gaze, "Look at me Angelina," he commanded.
Angelina staring at his death grip on her arms then looked up into his face, "What do you want Montague?"
Then his face softened as he said, "Call me Graham."
"You're drunk let go of me."
His grip got tighter, "Call me Graham and I'll let you go to your little party."
Angelina still looking at her arms said, "Graham" in a disgusted tone.
Montague leaning in closer stating in a soft gentle voice, "Look at me and say it like you use to. When I was the only man in this world you adored."
Angelina looked up at Montague surprised by his words. His beautiful eyes that she had loved so much as a child looked pleadingly at her. She was entranced, was he really the Graham she fell in love with as a child? He bit his lip as he waited; a nervous habit she remembered well. In a voice she didn't know could be directed at him ever again she said "Graham."
As soon as his first name left her lips he pulled her into a deep passionate kiss. Instead of shoving him away, or reacting appalled she kissed him back. His hands were in her hair, the other brought her body closer to him.
With her body pressed against his she wrapped her arms around his neck. She didn't know how long she had kissed him but when his hands grazed her ass reality kicked in. Angelina shoved him away causing him to stagger backwards.
She stood staring at him, had she really just gave Graham Montague her first kiss. He looked at her; a cocky grin forming on his face.
Angelina panicking did the only thing she could think of, she ran down the corridor away from Montague. Angelina raced to the room the party was being held in and pulled the door open. Everyone was inside playing games, dancing and drinking butter beer. Angelina stepped inside and immediately sought out Fred.
When she saw him she rushed towards him and hugged him tightly. A little surprised Fred grinned, "I thought Mrs. Norris had caught you." But seeing Angelina's face he asked, "What's wrong Angelina?"
Angelina wanted to tell Fred that Montague had just forced himself onto her and stolen her first kiss, but the words died in her throat. Montague might have forced himself onto her, but she kissed him back. She even had a snogging session with the older boy.
Fred became concerned by the look that Angelina was now making, "Did something happen Angelina?"
Angelina looked up into Fred's sparkling eyes and did the only thing she could think of. "Just was worried that maybe you thought that I had stood you up,"she lied.
Fred touched Angelina's face grinning his cocky grin, "Oh I'd never think that, I'm just too sexy to have a girl stand me up."
Angelina smiled shaking her head at him, "You're so full of yourself."
Fred noticing her smiled said, "Glad to be of service, now lets get you drunk."
Angelina's smile not faltering rolled her eyes happily at Fred.
Angelina and Fred danced, played games, and drank butter beer, touching each other at every opportunity. However despite the affection, attention, and advances made by Fred Angelina couldn't shake her stolen first kiss from her mind.
Once all the butter beer had been drank, and all the games had been played a group of them snuck into the court yard to watch the sun come up. She tried to trick her mind into believing that sitting there on the ground next to Fred felt so right compared to her and Montague.
When Fred finally leaned in to kiss her she had to ignore the passion it lacked unlike the kiss she had experienced earlier. She felt only mildly content as she laid there on Fred's chest listening to his heart beat.
Every pound of Fred's heart made her think of Montague's tongue in her mouth and hands in her hair. Not being able to take it anymore she sat up and kissed Fred as passionately as possible, but it still didn't taste right there was no hint of fire-whiskey.
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