Angelina Johnson strode down the dark hallway. She continued through
corridor after corridor until she was very far away from the Gryffindor
common room. In fact she was feeling better until she tuned a corner,
almost bumping into someone.
"Good game, Johnson." Angelina looked up into the arrogant face of dark
hared Slytherin Adrian Pucey. Cursing her luck, she simply glared at him.
"Evening Puss." He smiled stiffly.
"To tell you the truth, when you became Gryffindor Quidditch captain, I was
actually expecting some wins."
"I didn't notice you being elected captain of the Slytherin team."
Adrian shrugged. "Warrington's alright. And I never was big on sucking up
to Marcus, if you know what I mean." Angelina made a face.
"I didn't do that." She pointed out.
"Ok." Adrian said, unconvinced. "So what are you doing here, anyway,
redhead break your heart?" Angelina looked surprised. She looked up in to
Adrian's dark eyes and watched his dark eyelashes flutter.
"Why would you say that?"
"Its obvious." Adrian said silkily. "Let me help you out." He reached over and began buttoning up Angelina's shirt. Angelina blushed. How could she have forgotten to do up her shirt? "Why do you keep dating that idiot? He doesn't love you." "Yes he does." Said Angelina, bristling. "And he may be stupid sometimes, but at least he's not a huge jerk all the time like you!" "I'm not a jerk all the time." Adrian said, taking Angelina's hand and kissing it. "You seem to like me quite well. "Well I don't." Angelina hissed. "I hate you. Don't you hate me?" "Yes." Said Adrian. "But it's a different kind of hatred. We're rivals. Like Flint and Wood, or Potter and Malfoy...there's always that secret jealousy, that secret lust." He took a breath. "It's disguised as hatred, but it isn't really. When you hate someone, you want them as far away from you as possible, but here you think about them all the time. Believe me, Flint never shut up about Wood. One day, during practice, someone shouted. "Why don't you just marry 'im Flint!" We all looked over to see who said it, and it was Miranda Betchley, the team keeper. She was kicked off the team then next day. We haven't had any girls on the team since." "Wow." Said Angelina. "I had no idea there was so much drama in the Slytherin locker rooms. What other kinds of things happen in there?" She asked. Adrian just smiled and changed the subject by pressing his lips to Angelina's. She relaxed and put her arms around his neck. Suddenly a loud meowing sound brought them back to reality. "Mrs. Norris!" Adrian whispered, pulling Angelina down the hallway. Angelina frantically began trying doors, but they were all locked. The cat was padding after them yowling. Angelina wished there was a abandoned library room around here. With the door unlocked! Suddenly, Angelina realized what hall she was in, and almost jumped with joy. She ran right up to one of the doors, and concentrated on a old unused library room. She turned the handle and threw the door open. "Thank god." Breathed Adrian. "I thought we were in for it for sure." Adrian looked around the room at the various dusty stacks of books and shelves. There was an old green couch in the corner. The room was quite dark, lit only by an old lantern on one wall. Adrian sat down on the couch, and Angelina plopped down next to him. She pulled the old Hogwarts crested blanket over her. "Was that blanket there the whole time?" Adrian asked in surprise. "Yes." Angelina lied. "it was right here." Adrian nodded. Angelina was glad Adrian had never heard of this secret room. "So what shat we do now?" Adrian asked, staring up at Angelina. "Up for some deep conversation?" "All the way." Said Angelina. "So who do you think's the fittest bloke at Hogwarts?" "Definitely Adrian Pucey." Adrian said, looking dreamy, reminiscent of Pansy Parkinson during one of her frequent gossip sessions with Blaize Zabini. "He's ok." Said Angelina. "He's ok sometimes." "Really." Said Adrian, "Who do you think's the most shaggable bloke?" "Fred." Angelina said, immediately. "Fred?" Adrian rolled his eyes. "But he's your boyfriend." "So?" Said Angelina. "A lot of girls think he's fit. Boys too. He has no idea about them though." "Yuck." Said Adrian. "Wouldn't you snog him?" Angelina asked. "No way." "Never?" "Definitely not." "But you snogged Warrington-" "Who told you that?!" "I saw you in the locker room." Adrian looked agast. "He snogged me! Wait a minute! What were you doing in the Slytherin locker rooms?" "I was going to yell at Warrington about stealing our practice period on the pitch again, so I looked to see if anyone was still in there, and no one was. Except you, snogging him!! "I WAS SNOGGED! You don't say no when the Captain snogs you." "That's disgusting." "Warrington isn't bad looking." "Well-I admit, he's no Flint-" "Oh please, like Gryffindor team doesn't use the Captain rule too!" "We do not!!" "I can't believe that. Expecially your team, with all those scrumptious fit lady Chasers on it..and that Harry Potter.and.oooh.If I was the captain, I'd snog the lot of you!" "Gross." "-Exept that Fred Weasley, of course..and probably his twin." Adrian quickly added. "Well I'm the captain, not you...thank god." Adrian shrugged. "And that is definitely not a Gryffindor rule." Adrian made a show of rolling his eyes "Have you ever snogged Wood?" He asked. "Have you ever snogged Flint! ..Wait-I DON'T WANT TO KNOW!" Angelina yelled covering her ears. "Then I won't tell you." "Good. So you would never snog Fred?" "No." "Even if he was the Captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team?" "That would never happen" "But what if it did?" "If you keep talking, I'll have to snog you.!" "But seriously-" "I only snogged Marcus a few times. Now Warrington on the other hand,-" "Please-I'll be quiet!" Angelina cried, laying her head down in Adrian's lap. Adrian began softly stroking Angelina's hair like petting a cat. Angelina said nothing, but the caresses felt nice. "So, Johnson." Adrian purred. "I just wondered how you'd feel spending the night with Mr. Pussy." "Mmmmrow." Angelina purred.
The next morning, Angelina woke up next to a warm body. Upon opening her eyes she saw that it was Adrian. He had his arms around her, and they were both snuggled up together like a pair of kittens.
"I had a great time last night." Adrian said softly. Angelina looked surprised.
"But we didn't even shag! We barely snogged!"
"So?" Said Adrian. "I had a great time anyway."
"Me too." Angelina laughed. "I can't wait to tell all my friends."
"You won't, will you?" Adrian asked concernedly.
"Of course not. As long as you don't tell your friends. Or my friends."
"Done."
They walked down the hall not touching.
"You know, you're really not that bad." Adrian said. "You are a pureblood."
"So's Fred." Said Angelina. "You should snog him."
"No." Said Arian. "I want you." He reached over to clasp her hand, and brushed his lips over the back of it. At that moment footsteps approached. The pair parted and went their separate ways.
"Why would you say that?"
"Its obvious." Adrian said silkily. "Let me help you out." He reached over and began buttoning up Angelina's shirt. Angelina blushed. How could she have forgotten to do up her shirt? "Why do you keep dating that idiot? He doesn't love you." "Yes he does." Said Angelina, bristling. "And he may be stupid sometimes, but at least he's not a huge jerk all the time like you!" "I'm not a jerk all the time." Adrian said, taking Angelina's hand and kissing it. "You seem to like me quite well. "Well I don't." Angelina hissed. "I hate you. Don't you hate me?" "Yes." Said Adrian. "But it's a different kind of hatred. We're rivals. Like Flint and Wood, or Potter and Malfoy...there's always that secret jealousy, that secret lust." He took a breath. "It's disguised as hatred, but it isn't really. When you hate someone, you want them as far away from you as possible, but here you think about them all the time. Believe me, Flint never shut up about Wood. One day, during practice, someone shouted. "Why don't you just marry 'im Flint!" We all looked over to see who said it, and it was Miranda Betchley, the team keeper. She was kicked off the team then next day. We haven't had any girls on the team since." "Wow." Said Angelina. "I had no idea there was so much drama in the Slytherin locker rooms. What other kinds of things happen in there?" She asked. Adrian just smiled and changed the subject by pressing his lips to Angelina's. She relaxed and put her arms around his neck. Suddenly a loud meowing sound brought them back to reality. "Mrs. Norris!" Adrian whispered, pulling Angelina down the hallway. Angelina frantically began trying doors, but they were all locked. The cat was padding after them yowling. Angelina wished there was a abandoned library room around here. With the door unlocked! Suddenly, Angelina realized what hall she was in, and almost jumped with joy. She ran right up to one of the doors, and concentrated on a old unused library room. She turned the handle and threw the door open. "Thank god." Breathed Adrian. "I thought we were in for it for sure." Adrian looked around the room at the various dusty stacks of books and shelves. There was an old green couch in the corner. The room was quite dark, lit only by an old lantern on one wall. Adrian sat down on the couch, and Angelina plopped down next to him. She pulled the old Hogwarts crested blanket over her. "Was that blanket there the whole time?" Adrian asked in surprise. "Yes." Angelina lied. "it was right here." Adrian nodded. Angelina was glad Adrian had never heard of this secret room. "So what shat we do now?" Adrian asked, staring up at Angelina. "Up for some deep conversation?" "All the way." Said Angelina. "So who do you think's the fittest bloke at Hogwarts?" "Definitely Adrian Pucey." Adrian said, looking dreamy, reminiscent of Pansy Parkinson during one of her frequent gossip sessions with Blaize Zabini. "He's ok." Said Angelina. "He's ok sometimes." "Really." Said Adrian, "Who do you think's the most shaggable bloke?" "Fred." Angelina said, immediately. "Fred?" Adrian rolled his eyes. "But he's your boyfriend." "So?" Said Angelina. "A lot of girls think he's fit. Boys too. He has no idea about them though." "Yuck." Said Adrian. "Wouldn't you snog him?" Angelina asked. "No way." "Never?" "Definitely not." "But you snogged Warrington-" "Who told you that?!" "I saw you in the locker room." Adrian looked agast. "He snogged me! Wait a minute! What were you doing in the Slytherin locker rooms?" "I was going to yell at Warrington about stealing our practice period on the pitch again, so I looked to see if anyone was still in there, and no one was. Except you, snogging him!! "I WAS SNOGGED! You don't say no when the Captain snogs you." "That's disgusting." "Warrington isn't bad looking." "Well-I admit, he's no Flint-" "Oh please, like Gryffindor team doesn't use the Captain rule too!" "We do not!!" "I can't believe that. Expecially your team, with all those scrumptious fit lady Chasers on it..and that Harry Potter.and.oooh.If I was the captain, I'd snog the lot of you!" "Gross." "-Exept that Fred Weasley, of course..and probably his twin." Adrian quickly added. "Well I'm the captain, not you...thank god." Adrian shrugged. "And that is definitely not a Gryffindor rule." Adrian made a show of rolling his eyes "Have you ever snogged Wood?" He asked. "Have you ever snogged Flint! ..Wait-I DON'T WANT TO KNOW!" Angelina yelled covering her ears. "Then I won't tell you." "Good. So you would never snog Fred?" "No." "Even if he was the Captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team?" "That would never happen" "But what if it did?" "If you keep talking, I'll have to snog you.!" "But seriously-" "I only snogged Marcus a few times. Now Warrington on the other hand,-" "Please-I'll be quiet!" Angelina cried, laying her head down in Adrian's lap. Adrian began softly stroking Angelina's hair like petting a cat. Angelina said nothing, but the caresses felt nice. "So, Johnson." Adrian purred. "I just wondered how you'd feel spending the night with Mr. Pussy." "Mmmmrow." Angelina purred.
The next morning, Angelina woke up next to a warm body. Upon opening her eyes she saw that it was Adrian. He had his arms around her, and they were both snuggled up together like a pair of kittens.
"I had a great time last night." Adrian said softly. Angelina looked surprised.
"But we didn't even shag! We barely snogged!"
"So?" Said Adrian. "I had a great time anyway."
"Me too." Angelina laughed. "I can't wait to tell all my friends."
"You won't, will you?" Adrian asked concernedly.
"Of course not. As long as you don't tell your friends. Or my friends."
"Done."
They walked down the hall not touching.
"You know, you're really not that bad." Adrian said. "You are a pureblood."
"So's Fred." Said Angelina. "You should snog him."
"No." Said Arian. "I want you." He reached over to clasp her hand, and brushed his lips over the back of it. At that moment footsteps approached. The pair parted and went their separate ways.