Chapter Six- Stolen Kisses
"Arissa! Ryan!" Oliver said, opening their front door. Angelie strongly believed in using doors and not fireplaces. The soot, she said, was terrible for cleaning. "And Ms. Angelie, lovely to see you again. Draco just Apparated, actually."
"Why are you telling me this?" Angelie asked.
"Because you were going to ask." Oliver said. He flicked his wand and had a drink sailing it's way through the air to Angelie's hand.
"Oliver Wood, always cheeky." Angelie laughed.
"It's a trait of mine." Oliver replied. "Herm, away from Harry, you've seen him every day for half of your life."
"Oh ha ha, Oliver." Hermione said, walking over to him. "Angelie, lovely to see you. Come on, Oliver's designated a room for a the women to go into and gossip about their husbands and in your case.Jason Ross."
"God! Does everybody know? We didn't even kiss or anything." Angelie replied.
"Save it for the gossip room." Emerald grinned. "Because we're all dying to know."
"Fine, fine. Just, let me get my food first. I hate telling stories on an empty stomach." Angelie replied.
She walked into the dining room where it was set up buffet-style. Draco was alone in there, heaping on as much food as he could. "What they weren't feeding you in Egypt?"
Draco chuckled. "I wasn't a fan of their cuisine. Highly offended the Keeper of the Egyptian team, you know."
Angelie took a plate and made her way to where Draco was. "Are those green thingies any good?"
"Dunno." Draco replied, taking it and holding it up to her.
"What do you want me to do?" Angelie asked.
"Eat it." Draco replied. Angelie looked at Draco and shrugged. She was slowly going for the green food/thing before Draco moved it out of the way and kissed her. Blindly putting his plate down, he freed his hands as to run them through her hair. Angelie's plate clanged to the floor, and seemingly took her out of her state of mind. "Angelie."
"Draco, please don't do this to me." Angelie replied. "Not now." She picked her plate up and flicked her wand at it to clean it.
"Why? Angelie.we've done this before, what makes it different now?" Draco asked.
"Because, I don't know if I love you like I did before." Angelie replied, looking into his cool gray eyes. "I'm sorry Draco." She Disapparated.
"Angelie?" Hermione came into the dining room. "Draco, where's Angelie?"
"She's Disapparated back to her flat." Draco replied, somewhat sullenly.
"Why?" Hermione asked.
"I, er, nothing." Draco replied. "It was nothing."
"Draco Aiden Malfoy. You are not going to lie to me." Hermione said primly.
"I think I'm in love with Angelie." Draco said slowly. "Again."
"Oh.oh my. Um, Draco, I don't know what to say to that." Hermione said. "But, maybe you should go home, and think on it. I'll make sure Arissa and Ryan are taken care of. They can spend the night."
"Hermione, you don't have to. I'll take them."
"Draco, go home, get your mind straightened out and a talk with Angelie ready." Hermione said. "I don't want you to have to have some long dragged out courtship."
"What, like yours and Oliver's?" Draco said, slightly smirking.
"See, look at what it's doing to your mind, you're talking jibberish." Hermione tutted, and took away his plate. "If you don't Disapparate, I'm going to curse you."
Draco sulked. "Fine Hermione." He Disapparated quickly.
Oliver came into the dining room. "Herm, what are you doing in here? Emerald and Juliet were looking for you."
"Draco. Angelie. Romantic problems." Hermione said, summing it up quickly.
"Ahhh. Draco's got his work cut out for him I suppose?" Oliver asked, escorting Hermione to the living room.
"Yes. Very much so." Hermione replied.
"Arissa! Ryan!" Oliver said, opening their front door. Angelie strongly believed in using doors and not fireplaces. The soot, she said, was terrible for cleaning. "And Ms. Angelie, lovely to see you again. Draco just Apparated, actually."
"Why are you telling me this?" Angelie asked.
"Because you were going to ask." Oliver said. He flicked his wand and had a drink sailing it's way through the air to Angelie's hand.
"Oliver Wood, always cheeky." Angelie laughed.
"It's a trait of mine." Oliver replied. "Herm, away from Harry, you've seen him every day for half of your life."
"Oh ha ha, Oliver." Hermione said, walking over to him. "Angelie, lovely to see you. Come on, Oliver's designated a room for a the women to go into and gossip about their husbands and in your case.Jason Ross."
"God! Does everybody know? We didn't even kiss or anything." Angelie replied.
"Save it for the gossip room." Emerald grinned. "Because we're all dying to know."
"Fine, fine. Just, let me get my food first. I hate telling stories on an empty stomach." Angelie replied.
She walked into the dining room where it was set up buffet-style. Draco was alone in there, heaping on as much food as he could. "What they weren't feeding you in Egypt?"
Draco chuckled. "I wasn't a fan of their cuisine. Highly offended the Keeper of the Egyptian team, you know."
Angelie took a plate and made her way to where Draco was. "Are those green thingies any good?"
"Dunno." Draco replied, taking it and holding it up to her.
"What do you want me to do?" Angelie asked.
"Eat it." Draco replied. Angelie looked at Draco and shrugged. She was slowly going for the green food/thing before Draco moved it out of the way and kissed her. Blindly putting his plate down, he freed his hands as to run them through her hair. Angelie's plate clanged to the floor, and seemingly took her out of her state of mind. "Angelie."
"Draco, please don't do this to me." Angelie replied. "Not now." She picked her plate up and flicked her wand at it to clean it.
"Why? Angelie.we've done this before, what makes it different now?" Draco asked.
"Because, I don't know if I love you like I did before." Angelie replied, looking into his cool gray eyes. "I'm sorry Draco." She Disapparated.
"Angelie?" Hermione came into the dining room. "Draco, where's Angelie?"
"She's Disapparated back to her flat." Draco replied, somewhat sullenly.
"Why?" Hermione asked.
"I, er, nothing." Draco replied. "It was nothing."
"Draco Aiden Malfoy. You are not going to lie to me." Hermione said primly.
"I think I'm in love with Angelie." Draco said slowly. "Again."
"Oh.oh my. Um, Draco, I don't know what to say to that." Hermione said. "But, maybe you should go home, and think on it. I'll make sure Arissa and Ryan are taken care of. They can spend the night."
"Hermione, you don't have to. I'll take them."
"Draco, go home, get your mind straightened out and a talk with Angelie ready." Hermione said. "I don't want you to have to have some long dragged out courtship."
"What, like yours and Oliver's?" Draco said, slightly smirking.
"See, look at what it's doing to your mind, you're talking jibberish." Hermione tutted, and took away his plate. "If you don't Disapparate, I'm going to curse you."
Draco sulked. "Fine Hermione." He Disapparated quickly.
Oliver came into the dining room. "Herm, what are you doing in here? Emerald and Juliet were looking for you."
"Draco. Angelie. Romantic problems." Hermione said, summing it up quickly.
"Ahhh. Draco's got his work cut out for him I suppose?" Oliver asked, escorting Hermione to the living room.
"Yes. Very much so." Hermione replied.