Now, this is one of the chapters I've been waiting to write since the idea for the story found its way into my mind…

bRaTsKi: Are you sure about that? ;p

TriGemini: About Camille and Marjory realising Adrian's feelings for Angelina: I guess you can't see something in the behaviour of other people that you yourself know nothing about and don't understand. That's also the reason for Sophia to want her grandchildren marry out of love – because that is what she experienced herself. And of course Camille and Marjory will plan some more, but they won't stay the only problem :D Well, I tried everything I could think of (I even begged to hear it and that means something coming from me) but neither Adrian nor Marcus wanted to tell me what exactly happened in Marcus' first seventh year. But I won't stop trying to find it out ;)

NotJustLikeAnybodyElse: Since this time, I'm answering reviews before writing the chapter; I can only say I'm trying to make it a longer one.

Knockout2: Thank you!

Angelina-fan: You don't really expect me to let Camille go just now, do you? No, Camille is still needed for a little while…

Slag: No, no, no. No Camille murdering! At least not now, I still need her a bit. But as soon as she has had her really mean climax you can kill her in whichever way you want.

Ashliegh: How Camille knew? She is bad, bad people can find out everything! And yes, of course Adrian knows about the real truth of Angelina's past. After all, he got her out of that horrid place. And I can promise you, Camille will never ever poison Angelina. Never ever!

Anonamos: I'm glad you like it!

Nikki: 'a bun in the oven' lol and I always thought proverbs are always different in two languages :D (the answer to that question is a few lines below)

Rkom1147: Thank you!

Tiarwen: Thank you, I'm glad you liked it!

Mistyqueen: The reason for Angelina's sickness is revealed a few lines below.

IMPORTANT: I need a good first name for Montague. I've been thinking of one for weeks already and searched my name book as well as several sites on the net but I just couldn't find the 'right' name for him. So I'm asking you for one.

I would really like some 'old fashioned' name but it should still sound good. But you can tell me ANY name you can think of for him. Please. I need it really soon, because I'm already writing a fic and right now I'm using a replacement and colour it, so I know where I have to change it afterwards and it is really annoying to read something that is just not his name when you try to write. So please, I'm begging you (and I rarely do something like begging), please, tell me names that you picture do fit to Montague.

Chapter 14

Meeting Old Friends

"I just want you to remember one thing before we go in. Believe not even half of what either of the guys is saying." Adrian told Angelina when they were standing in front of the entrance of Marcus Flint's home.

"Ah, you're exaggerating Adrian." Said Dyson on Angelina's other side.

"Most of what they're going to say is true." He grinned over her head at Adrian who was now glaring at his older cousin.

"And you will tell me as soon as you feel tired or weak or anything and we go home immediately."

"Adrian…"

"I know, the doctor said you were fine and had in fact only had a cold but he also said you shouldn't be out in this weather so often because you first needed to get used to it again."

Angelina sighed but said nothing anymore. She was glad the doctor had done as she had asked him and not told him what had really been 'wrong' with her. With the way he was behaving right now he would have probably tied her to the bed had he already found out she was pregnant.

Adrian knocked and the door was opened to reveal a young man with dark hair. He bowed slightly and led them inside.

"Mr. Flint is in the dining room." he said and motioned for the door. Angelina was more than perplexed. It was highly unusual for wizards to have servants. House elves were used for the same tasks and were not needed to be paid.

"Why does Flint has a servant?" Angelina asked Dyson while they walked towards the dining room.

"He's not a servant. He's a slave."

It took her a moment to understand what he had just said and she was just about to ask him more about it when she remembered what Oliver had told her about the war and what had happened to those who had lost. A shiver ran down her spine and she was glad that the Puceys had still house elves and no slaves.

Angelina was actually thinking of telling Adrian that she was feeling a bit odd and that maybe they should really go back home. Besides Herself, Adrian and Dyson Flint had invited 15 more people, making it a rather small dinner – at least for the standards of the wizarding high society – but that didn't mean it was a pleasant one.

The stories Adrian and Dyson had been talking earlier were actually the best part about this whole evening. The wives of some of Flint's friends were a lot like Camille. Smiling sweetly while the smile never reached their eyes. But one thing they didn't what Camille always did – they barely spoke.

Angelina couldn't remember having ever felt more uncomfortable in her life – safe for the times she had to strip during the past four years – and she wanted to run as far away from here as possible. But for now, she decided, the bathroom would have to do. And so she excused herself and asked Marcus for the direction of the bathroom.

Adrian reached for her hand before she could arise from her chair and looked at her asking.

"I'm fine." Angelina assured him and walked out of the dining room and to the bathroom.

Silence. Peace. Just for a few minutes, but it was enough for her. She sighed contently when she closed the door of the bathroom behind her and moved to stand in front of the mirror.

Her hands moved automatically towards her stomach – as they had done often in the past few days when she had been alone. There was nothing to be seen yet and she silently wondered how long it would take before the dresses she had, like the pale blue one she was wearing right now, would be to tight for her.

A small smile found its way to her face at the thought of a baby growing inside of her. She remembered her mother's radiant face when she had told her about Julia. She could fully understand how her mother had felt then. If only she could be here now so she could tell her about it.

She swallowed the lump in her throat and reached for the locket around her neck.

"I wish you could be here now." She whispered to the empty room. She craved to stay for a bit longer, not at all wanting to go back to the dining room. But she knew she had to go back. And so she took one last look at the mirror and left the bathroom again. But she didn't make it back to the dining room.

"Angelina!"

Angelina stopped immediately when she heard her name being called. But it was not the fact that someone called her that made this invisible fist clench around her heart, it was the voice that called her name what did that.

She turned around slowly, not really wanting to see him standing there. She didn't say anything when she looked at him. He looked at her with wide eyes and an open mouth.

"What… what are you doing here?" he asked confused. Still she didn't say anything. He had been haunting her dreams for the past years and now she saw him standing there. Just a few feet away from her. A slave in Flint's home.

"Angel…"

"Don't call me that!" she managed at last. He didn't react but walked closer to her.

"What are you doing here?" he asked again just before he had reached her. He looked her up and down. Took in her complicate hairdo and the expensive dress.

"The dinner…" he spoke more to himself than to her. Then his eyes rested on her face.

"Why… Whom did you come with?"

"Adrian. Pucey." She wanted to leave. Wanted to turn around and run away. But she couldn't. She was frozen on the spot, unable to move, barely able to breath as this icy fist clenched her heart even more.

"Why..?"

How dared he to question her as though he had any right to know what she did? He had lost any right to know anything about her years ago. And still she found herself answering.

"Because Flint invited us and so it is only natural for me to accompany my husband…"

"Husband… no way. You two can't be married!" He said and suddenly he looked no longer confused but rather angry.

"Why, do you think if you didn't marry me, nobody else would either?"

"I DID want to marry you, you know that!"

"Ah, right, it was your mother who was against it… 'You won't marry her. She doesn't fit in our family. She is…you won't marry her, do you understand me'" she imitated Molly's voice.

"Don't you talk about my mother like that!"

Angelina shook her head at him, too angry herself now to think of anything to reply and finally found herself able to move again. She turned around and was about to walk back to the dining room but before she could make one step she was turned back towards him.

He held her arm tightly in his hand as he looked down at her.

"You're really his wife? The wife of a death eater? Of a murderer? Are you now going to become just as prejudiced as they are!"

"You are the last one to talk about prejudices Frederick Weasley! After all it was your family who was against you marrying someone who's black. And you didn't even have the courage to stand up for me. Now let me go!" she tried to yank her arm free from his grip but his fingers just dug deeper into her skin.

"You better do as she said Weasel or I'll demand Flint to make sure that you never again touch anybody or anything!"

Angelina turned her head and saw Adrian standing there in the hall. He was perfectly calm and only the look in his eyes betrayed how he really felt. Angelina felt Fred's grip on her arm loosen and without looking back at him she hurried towards Adrian who put his arm protectively around her waist.

He lead her back to the dining room but only to tell Marcus that they had to leave since Angelina seemed still to be a bit weak from the flu.

Angelina stood silently in front of the mirror, trying to get the pins out of her hair. She could see Adrian walking up behind her and reaching with his hands up to her head to take the hair pins out himself. Now, her hands had nothing to do anymore and she let them fall to her side, trying not to burry them in the fabric of her dress.

Adrian watched her reflection in the mirror and saw how she stared at the floor, carefully avoiding his gaze. He leaned his head forward and kissed her neck while he took the last of the pins out of her hair, letting it fall free over her back.

"I always knew the Weasels were fools, but I'd never thought that one of them could be fool enough to let someone like you go." His arms went around her waist and pulled her back against his chest.

"I want you to stay away from him." He whispered and continued to watch her face in the mirror.

"I don't want to see him again anyway." Angelina replied just as quietly as he had spoken.

"Would you if he were free?"

"No." Angelina told him softly as lifted her gaze and met his eyes in the mirror.

"When we came back to England and your mother demanded you sent me away you refused. He wouldn't have… he didn't."

"Angelina…" Adrian turned her slowly around to face him. His hand moved towards her face and pulled her gently closer until he met her lips with his own. When his tongue moved past her lips Angelina thought that this had to be the tenderest kiss she had ever received.

Adrian's hands glided to her back and he unlaced her dress, letting the fabric fall from her body to the floor. Adrian's shirt and trousers followed it soon and only moments later they were standing naked in front of each other. Their hands caressing the other one while their lips met again and again.

Adrian picked his wife up in his arms and carried her to their bed. He laid her slowly down on the blanket and covered her body with his own. His lips found their way from her lips down over her neck to her breasts, pulling one of the tight little buts in between his teeth and sucked on it.

His fingertips ran over her skin, so lightly, she almost couldn't feel it. They wandered over her legs, parting them gently and moving north again, until they vanished between her dark curls.

Angelina moaned his name and Adrian let go of her breast to return to her lips. He kissed her softly, his tongue moving slowly, just like his fingers, letting her know that they had all the time in the world and he planned to use as much of this time as possible to show her just how glad he was she was his.

His lips caught her moan when she came yet he didn't still his movements. He took his time. His hands and mouth moved slowly and tenderly over her entire body before he finally gave in to her plea and became one with her.

Her arms and legs moved to entwine themselves around his shoulders and waist, to keep him from escaping her again. But now that he was inside of her no one would have been able to make him leave this place anyway.

When she dug her fingernails into his shoulders and arched her back from the bed she didn't know how often she had already screamed his name that night and she thought she wouldn't be able to talk tomorrow. But as their eyes met again and he kissed her gently before he lay down next to her she thought the price had been worth it.

"Angelina? Are you alright?" Alicia asked her friend worriedly. Angelina was sitting at the window and shrugged.

"It feels like he's leaving me, not only the school." She admitted sadly.

"Oh Angie, don't talk like that! You can see him again, anytime you want." Alicia tried to reassure the other girl. When she looked at Angelina's face she saw the tears running over the dark skin and did the only thing she could think of in this situation. She pulled Angelina into a hug and let her cry against her shoulder.

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"Oh Angel, I wish I knew what to say to make it better." Leila Johnson was sitting on the edge of her daughter's bed, her hand stroking over the shaking back of the crying young woman.

"There's nothing to make it better!" Angelina cried.

"I thought he loved me, mama!"

Leila leaned over her child and kissed her head.

"One day you will find someone who really loves you Angel." She whispered.

"I don't care! There is no love! It doesn't exist! I won't believe in it anymore!" Angelina sobbed and buried her head deeper in the pillow. Leila Johnson sighed and continued to stroke her daughter's back.

"Angelina. Angelina, wake up."

Angelina jerked into a sitting position and looked around.

"You had a nightmare." Adrian said softly and Angelina lay back against the pillow. Adrian waited for her to turn her back to him and go back to sleep. But instead of doing this he suddenly found her laying her head on his chest, her right arm next to her face.

Adrian sighed silently and put his left arm around her waist, holding her close to him, hoping it would help her against the nightmares.