A/N: OK. Its official. I have no patience. I've had this chapter written since Saturday and I can't help myself. I must post it.

This chapter may contain content not suitable for children. Well, it's not extremely bad, but just incase, I'm putting in this warning for this chapter. Well, here it is. Tell me what you think. I want some ideas for Ch. 10.

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And thanks to my beta, Charlie. :-)

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Angelina sat on the couch playing with a teething toy that giggled every time you squeezed him. She wasn't really paying attention to it though. Now that the baby had been put to bed, she couldn't help but go back to what happened right before she had received that howler. Oliver had said he wanted to kiss her again.

She had thought she was the only one who had been shaken up by the kiss. The days following the kiss, she had been plagued with dreams she fought herself to forget in the morning. And she had debated with herself a thousand times whether or not to write to him earlier, and then whether or not to accept his invite over to the house.

And then there was seeing him again. After two years of absence and then have him explode back into her life, touching her and comforting her and ultimately kissing her, it had felt like a drought in those two weeks. Except she hadn't known until she had come to see him tonight and her eyes got to drink their fill of him.

She couldn't deny the attraction she felt for him. And if she would really allow herself to ponder it, she'd probably realize she was falling in love with him. Again. She was falling in love with him a second time. But this time it wasn't the admiring, awe-filled love of a 5th year for her team captain and friend. She was falling for Oliver Wood, the man he had become. And the raging desire for him was also a bit different from the innocent crush of before.

She made up her mind right then and there. And when Angelina set her mind to something, she usually achieved it.

Angelina looked up and saw that Oliver had descended the stairs and stood only a few feet from the couch. Angelina stopped squeezing the toy and the giggling stopped. The silence was uncomfortable.

"She's sleeping like an angel," he said in a whisper.

Angelina knew their voices wouldn't carry to the nursery upstairs, but she whispered back. "That's because she is one."

"So are you."

She smiled up at him. She stood up and went towards him.

"Come out on the balcony with me," she said softly, grabbing his hand. "I've never seen a prettier view of the sea."

The Anderson house was set on a hill with one side facing a sea. Angelina always loved the water. Her favorite place at home was the lake in her backyard.

They stepped out onto the wooden floor of the balcony and shut the door behind them. Oliver muttered a spell and immediately a mirror was placed on the far wall showing the nursery.

"Incase she wakes up," he said.

Angelina smiled at his thoughtfulness. She turned towards the sea and leaned onto the railings of the balcony, the only thing keeping her from the beautiful smooth water.

She felt him come up behind her and waited for him put his arms around her. Instead he went beside her and leaned on the balcony as well. He was still delightfully close and Angelina gave into the urge to lean onto him.

He put an arm around her shoulder and pointed. "Can you see the birds down by the water's edge over there? Anderson has been watching them for years. That's four generations since they first came here."

Angelina watched as they elegantly swam across the moon's reflection in the sea.

"It's beautiful. I would love to live here." She looked up into his eyes, which were more black than gray in the nighttime.

"The house is beautiful," he said, but his eyes seemed to say more. You are even more beautiful.

Angelina knew her moment had come. Leaning up she gently kissed his jaw. The little hairs there prickled her lips but he felt warm out in the night chill.

He stiffened at her kiss and Angelina secretly smiled at her affect on him. Placing her arms around his shoulders, she pulled him closer to her as she placed little kisses up along his jaw and back down to his chin.

He let out a breath he must have been holding.

"Angelina, are you sure you want to do this?" he whispered huskily in her ear.

She pulled back and immediately his hands went around her waist, holding her close to him.

"Do you want me to stop?" she asked, tracing the lines of his lips with the pad of her thumb.

He gave a nervous laugh and took her hand away from his lips. "Oh Merlin, no."

She smiled up at him as he bent his head. He placed small kisses on her cheek that trailed down to her neck. Delicious shivers raced across her spine and she raised her head to give him better access.

When their lips finally touched, it was in a haze of passion. Tongues and teeth crossed as Angelina kissed him with all the desire building within her. Oliver turned them around so that Angelina's back was leaning against the railing and slipped his hands between the folds of her robes. His hands met skin and she gasped as they slid over her stomach. Her hands, which were resting on his shoulders, went up to mesh with the thick strands of his hair. She pulled his head down for an even deeper kiss.

Everything was happening so fast and Angelina loved it. She could faintly hear the water rushing behind her and Oliver Wood, and all that he was, surrounded her like a well-loved blanket.

His hands went to the neck of her robes and he began to slip the sides off of her shoulder. She hadn't noticed him unzipping her robe. He pushed the robe down to her waist where it hung loosely on her hips. She felt the chill of the night nip at her exposed skin and she shivered.

His head bent down to the dip in her bra as his hands went around her back to the clasps. Angelina could hear her heart beating in her ear and she gasped as her bra was unhooked and slipped away to reveal her chest to his hungry eyes.

She moaned his name as his hands came up to cup her, and was surprised when he suddenly pulled back.

She looked up at him to see his brow furrowed. "We can't do this here."

Angelina stood in a daze of confusion as he clumsily tried to reattach her bra and robes. Angelina grabbed his fingers; they were distracting her.

"Can't do what?" she asked.

Oliver cleared his throat repeatedly. He seemed to have trouble look past her neckline. He pulled his fingers out of her hands and managed to secure her robes back on her shoulders, if not her bra.

"We can't do this right now, Angie." He said in a harsh whisper.

He must have seen the hurt in eyes because he took her face in his hands and kissed her again, gentler this time.

"Don't get me wrong. I would love to… do this right now. But not here." He looked over at the mirror that showed that baby Angela was still fast asleep. "Not now. The Andersons will be back tomorrow."

She let out a soft "oh" and looked down at his chest. She felt tears of mortification welling up. It wasn't everyday she tried to seduce a man into sleeping with her. And fail horribly.

"Well, this was fun," she said in disappointment.

"No, wait, Angie. Come to my flat over in Puddlemere tomorrow night." He tilted her head up to look into her eyes, "There won't be any interruptions."

Angelina nodded and gave a small smile. She believed him. Her seduction idea had not been a complete failure. He still wanted her, she could see it in his eyes and she could still feel his heart beating fast against her hands.

He leaned down and kissed her lips softly. "You're beautiful when you smile."

Unable to speak, she kissed him once again and then disapperated, leaving the sea and her love behind on the balcony.

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Oliver went around his room vanishing things. He had been meaning to clean it for a while now. He never thought he'd have so much to do. He took down most of the posters—too many people watching—and left one of him in his first wild save. Although the room at his flat was not as small as the one at his parent's house, Oliver felt cramped. He placed an enlargement charm on it. He conjured a small table and magically set it for two with candles in the middle. Candles! He set scented candles around the room and magicked a fake fireplace to add a cozy setting.

He stepped back and looked at it all. His bed looked small too, he thought lewdly. Before he could act upon that thought, a knock was heard at the door. He checked the time. She was really early. The thought that Angelina would come early so that they could spends lots of time together made Oliver almost run to answer the door.

And so Mr. and Mrs. Wood, along with their son Corey, met a slightly flustered and disappointed looking Oliver Wood.

"Mom? Dad?"

"Oh, don't look so happy to see us, Oliver," his mother said reaching out to hug him and kiss his cheek.

"Oliver!" Seven-year-old Cory ran and jumped onto Oliver's waist.

"Whoa. Hey there."

His mother and father pushed passed the pair and went into the living room. Oh this couldn't be happening, he thought as he shuffled after them.

"Oliver, guess what? We went to the Bermuda triangle and we got lost!" Corey held on tight as Oliver closed the outside door behind them.

"Really, Corey? Where'd you end up?" he breathed, plying his brother off of him.

"We went to nira…niva…"

"Niagara Falls. In Canada!" Mrs. Wood finished for him. "Oh it was wonderful, Oliver."

"It was." His father chipped in. "If you had come by a little earlier you could've gone with us."

Mr. Wood walked around the living room, looking at the furniture. His company made furniture.

"Nice, nice. Real Birch. Very nice."

Oliver left the three of them and went to the kitchen. He wondered if it was too late to cancel on Angelina. But dammit, he didn't want to cancel. He just needed to get these people out before she came over.

He went back into the living room with glasses of pumpkin juice.

"So, how's your roommate?" his mother asked, taking a glass.

"Oh, he's fine. Listen, Mom—"

"Didn't he have a baby?" his father interrupted.

"Well his wife did. Didn't she, Oliver?" his mother asked.

"Hey Oliver. Oliver! Can I see your new broom? Can I see?" his brother piped in loudly.

"Yeah, yeah. It's in my room. And yeah, Anderson had a baby girl, Angela.

"Angela. How pretty. Right Arnold? I always said if I had a girl, I'd give her an "A" name. Right Arnold?"

"Right, right. But we had two great boys anyway." His father said, settling in deeper on the couch and picking up an old magazine that was on the table.

Oliver started to panic. If he didn't get rid of them soon, they'd stay the whole night.

"Listen, Mom, Dad, I have—"

"I didn't find it Oliver." Cory came back into the living room with an unlit candle in his hand. "Why's you're room so dark anyway? And why are there so many candles."

Oliver snatched the candle from his hands.

"I forgot, Core, its in the broom cupboard."

"You put it in the broom cupboard?" Corey asked in disbelief.

"Yeah, I was cleaning. Look, everyone, I'm expecting—"

The doorbell rang. He knew who it was this time. Damn. He heard Corey ask, "Which closet is it?" as he went towards the door but Oliver didn't bother to answer him.

He opened the door to see Angelina standing in a very flattering pink robe and her hair done up in a ponytail. He closed the door behind him and pushed his way out into the narrow hallway. He bent and kissed her hard on the lips.

"Hi lovely. My parents are here."

Angelina had been smiling when she saw him, but then her eyes opened wide.

"I must've gotten your message mixed up, 'cause I thought we were going to—"

He placed his finger over her lips. "Shh. We are," he said with a grin.

"Well, good. I didn't wear this for no reason." She said winking.

"Pink looks good on you."

"I meant, the stuff underneath," she said with a seductive smile.

Oliver let out a whistle. "Well then, lets just go someplace else. Your place?"

Angelina laughed at him. "No way. My mom and brother's still home."

"On second thought…never mind."

"It's ok, Oliver. I should go say hi to your parents anyway. I haven't seen them in years," she said as she went passed him and opened the door to the flat.

Oliver tried to stop her but it was too late. She had entered the room and he heard his mother's cry of welcome. He'd be lucky if he got to do anything of what he had planned tonight.

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Surprisingly the Woods did not stay as long as Oliver had thought they would. Within the next hour he was waving goodbye and his little brother was dragging along his Nimbus XE.

"Every time I see that kid, he gets one of my brooms," he said in exasperation, but even Angelina could tell he wasn't serious.

Oliver closed the door to the flat and turned around. He took a deep breath and leaned back against the door.

"Finally! I've been trying to get rid of them forever."

"I like you're parents," Angelina said as she looked up at him from where she was seated on the couch.

"I do too. Especially when they're far away."

He stood straight again and took a step away from the door. She looked down at her fingers where they were clasped tightly together. Well, this is awkward, Oliver thought. Bloody parents.

And then Angelina jumped off the couch and ran over to him. She jumped up gracefully and he caught her as she wrapped her legs around him for support.

She smiled down at him. "Wasn't expecting that, were you?"

He went to answer her but she cut him off with a kiss. It wasn't anything of much importance anyway, he thought.

He made his way blindly to the bedroom and she stopped kissing him and looked around.

"Wow, how pretty. For me?" she asked, batting her lashes.

"Of course," he said, and went to kiss her neck again. Dinner could wait.

He went to the bed and deposited his bundle with an ungentlemanly drop. Angelina laughed up at him and gave him an evil look as she bounced across the bed. Oliver quickly took off his shoes and his shirt. He climbed onto the bed and bent down to kiss her neck again. She arched up against him and whispered something he didn't catch. He reached up and begun to unzip her robe while he moved his lips to hers. She ran her fingers through his hair and he was completely lost to her.

The robe opened freely and he pushed the sides off of her shoulders. He stopped kissing her to look down at her. He saw what she was talking about now. She was wearing lacy red underwear, the panties and bra matching. She really was beautiful, and he told her so. Her mocha colored skin was warm and smooth and Oliver felt he had to touch every inch of it.

She did some touching of her own. Her hands worked themselves out of his hair and down past his neck to his shoulders. They slipped around his back and then back around to his stomach. Her hands were driving him crazy and he let out a breath as her fingers climbed over his chest and his sensitive nipples.

He unclasped her bra and ran his fingers over the delicate flesh of her breast. He stopped kissing her lips to run super soft kisses around each breast. She let out a gasp as he suckled on a hardened tip. He went to the other and did the same as his ears were filled with her cries. He went back to her lips and kissed her wildly. She dropped her hands down to the fly of his pants and he sucked in a breath. Her fingers were destined to drive him mad. He shuffled out of his pants as he removed her panties, the last of his boundaries. When he was done he propped himself up on his elbows to look down at her, glorious and naked.

She met his eyes shamelessly. When she looked down and noticed that he too was naked, though, a faint blush painted her cheeks.

"You're beautiful," she whispered.

Oliver felt his heart fill and he bent his head to kiss her tenderly. Before he had even finished kissing her, Angelina had wrapped her fingers around his flesh. He let out a low groan as she pulled it towards her. He felt that she was more than ready for him and he positioned himself carefully. Grabbing her face and kissing her, he plunged into the sweetest part of her.

They stayed like that, entwined together until both had found release and Oliver collapsed on Angelina, his energy spent.

The room was quiet of all but their breathing. Peace settled in around them.

"You're beautiful," someone whispered.

"I'm glad you came back to me," someone else whispered.

And in the darkened hours of the night, they fell asleep in each other's arms.

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The first thing Angelina noticed as she squinted her eyes against the sun the next morning was that Oliver was not in bed. The next thing she noticed was the persistent hooting of an owl. Instead of Oliver's head, a brown owl was standing on his pillow. She stretched and yawned widely before getting her robes and sloppily putting them on. The owl was small and cute and sat patiently waiting for her. She went and got the scroll that was tied to its leg. Opening it she saw that it was from one of the girls.

Hey Angie!

I'm back in the country and I have great news. Can't tell you now though. I went to your house but you're mum said your staying over at a friend's? So I went to Fred's but you weren't there either. And you know what he said? He said to "try that bloke, Oliver. She's probably over at his ruddy house." So I thought I'd send you an owl, since I don't know where "that bloke" lives anyway. But are you really there? Please write back soon. I suppose you have as much to tell me, as I have to tell you. Send it back with Persephone. Oh, and if you are at Oliver's, tell me where it is so I can drop by and say hi!

Katie

Angelina knew Katie would want to say more than just "hi". Her friend would probably ask her a billion questions. She smiled to herself. Oh well.

She scribbled back a quick response and the owl went soaring back through the window. She then went into the kitchen and found Oliver cooking breakfast in nothing but his training shorts. She sat at the kitchen table and picked up a strip of bacon. She could get used to this.

"Morning, Angel," he said as he brought over a plate of sausages. He gave her a whopping kiss and Angelina wondered if they really needed to eat breakfast anyway.

"Guess what I just got?" she said when he was done knocking her socks off. If she was wearing socks.

"Hmm, great sex and a good night's sleep?"

She slapped at his arm. "And, I got a letter from Katie."

"That's nice. How is she?"

"Well you can ask her yourself. She's coming over pretty soon."

Oliver's eyes went wide with either surprise or fear.

"Oh," Angelina said casually as she picked up another bacon. "And she knows that I spent the night."

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A/N: Oh boy. Soooo, how'd you all like the sex scene? Too much? Too little? Just right? Lol. Tell me what you think! Please review.