Hey! Any way I am finally updating this story Pretend. Yea, I know long time no see? Sorry about that I was racking my brain for ideas.
Disclaimer: Angelina, Fred, Montague and who-ever-must-be-named I don't own them.
When ever a character is in Italics that means they are thinking. And when the words appear in bold it's a flashback okay.
Chapter title: The longing of a kiss.
Angelina
Sitting in the great hall day by day seem pointless. It's the same day in day out... dreadful. All Fred and George seem to talk about is their joke shop.
Days go by and I wonder what happened to us. I wish he'd caress my face and kiss me like we used to when we first met.
I wish he would smile and mumble the sweet things… the sweet things those are far too great for me to even speak of. I wish he'd look at me.
"Fred"
"Not know Angelina," he said softly but firmly. She turned away from him in disgust.
I wish he called me Angel.
Montague
I was just wishing to see her today. Its funny though, a while ago before I met her I thought wishes were just desires that couldn't be fulfilled.
I spy across the Great Hall- the Gryfindor table.
"Fred"
"Not know Angelina," he said softly but firmly. She turned away from him in disgust.
It's disgusting how he treats you. Your so much more that he can handle. Fred's not worthy of your words, body and mind. Smile Angel, I am here. No matter. I am here.
Angelina
Is he really so blind? Am I dieing inside ? Has that special place he saved for me just decayed away?
Please speak.
I need your words to mean something than that for my love that is dieing for you. My eyes wonder around the room because they fail to rest on you.
And whom do they rest on? Someone I despise more than anything I feel right now. They rest on him.
Rude.
Arrogant.
A Slytherin.
Who gets off on watching me fall? Who likes to see me at my toughest rates?
Montague. Michael Montague.
My eyes won't leave him they pierce with malice. He turns so swiftly catching my deadly sneer un phased. I relies for once that he didn't flash me his mischievous smirk he does before every Quddtch match.
Montague and Angelina glared each other as their captains shook hands before the match. It was drizzling but you could still see Montague's smirk play across his lips towards Angelina's scowling face.
"Your not going to win Oliver."
Oliver cocked an eyebrow to show disapproval towards the other Captains words.
"We'll see 'bout that won't we Angelina?" Oliver turned towards her. She smirked back at Montague.
With out further ado they mounted their brooms.
"Ready?" said Madame Hootch, "on your brooms...GO!!"
Montague swerved towards Angelina, knocking into her shoulder on purpose.
Why do I deny him the fact that he's equal to me? He's not. Always has … always been.
Why won't he look away first this time? Why won't he let me win?
Angelina looks away slightly rubbing her shoulder.
Montague.
I casually steer my eyes from my bagels instantly confronted by pair of solid brown ones.
Angelina's browns ones.
Her gaze is a mean one, though it softens a bit when she sees that I had purposely forgot to smirk back. It has much to do with hate.
Angel, this is all pretend. Can't you see?
She looks away as always. Which leaves me to wonder why she chooses to look my way. I see her place her face in her hands.
"Montague," said Crabb, "what are you staring at?" Montague turns away and glares at him.
"Does it matter?"
"Watch where your going Angelina!" Montague shouted trying to swerve around her.
Angelina rubs her shoulder and stares back up to him.
…
"Yes," said a voice known all too well to Montague ears, "It does when you're staring at the Gryfindor table."
"Malfoy, what is it that you are implying?" spat Montague bitterly.
I never did like that Malfoy. He was always snooping around.
Angelina
I held my face in my slim fingers wondering about all that has come of this- Fred and I fighting. I would figure this out because I was I, Angelina and after this everything would be okay. I wished everything would be okay.
Angelina stood from the table. " Angelina, where are you going?" said Fred suddenly concerned about her where about.
I plaster on my fake smile on. I am happy, I am always happy. That's me, Angelina.
"To the bathroom," she turned to leave. Angelina walked out the Great Hall doors her face instantly turning from a smile to a face of tears.
Montague
"Malfoy, what is it that you are implying?" spat Montague bitterly.
"That's right what am I implying?" Draco shot a smirk at Goyle who began to laugh with Draco and Crabb joined in.
Montague quickly looked over to the Gryfindor table as Draco, Crabb and Goyle walked away heading towards the Slytherin common room. He watched silently as Angelina made her way to the Great Hall doors.
Angelina walked out the Great Hall in quite a hurry. I know where's she's going. I've visited that place a million times. A million times she's cried. And a million times I've watched.
Montague stood and exited the Great Hall taking a few glares from the Gryfindor table along with him.
To see you cry hurts and when I see what Fred does to you hurts me even more.
Angelina
The astronomy tower is where I head off to so beautiful here and clam. The stars look beautiful as always.
The shock of the wetness on my fingertips from my tears made me wonder about what I was crying about before. I guess this place has a way of making me forget about my troubles.
The second tear comes down my cheek to my lips, cold against my warm cheeks and the winter breeze. The first shooting star comes across the midnight sky and you know what I did?
I wished.
I wished that the one person that loved me the most would tell me for so long they've been wishing, just like me to find someone to love. I knew this was wrong… because the person I wished to see was Fred.
"Beautiful isn't it?"
Dare I turn to see the speaker? Him of all people. Why was he here?
Angelina wiped her face of tears quickly. "Montague?!"
MontagueShe's crying her first tears. I knew I couldn't tell her the way I truly felt. I had a part to play and I was getting good at it now.
Angelina wiped her face of tears quickly. "Montague?!"
Montague moved from behind the white stone pillar and stared at her. Then his face grew angry and the smirk played back on his sharp features.
Angelina clenched her fist
That's right Angel play with me.
"What are you doing here?" Angelina held her chin up and stared into Montague's deep blue orbs that were focusing on her.
"Johnson, I hope you don't cry during the Qudditch match we have next week because," Montague walked up to Angelina with a sneer, "it would show how much a woman can't play a man's sport."
"Women can play the sport just as good as men!"
" Women are supposed to be home…" he paused, "like you. Oliver will make a horrible choice if he chooses for you to be the captain. Then again more medals to us, Slytherins."
Angelina stood forward. "Slytherin's are scum, and so are you Montague. I hate you."
Montague stood still for a while with a blank expression his face. His eyes soften for a bit and then rage took its shadowy place in his blue depths.
Angelina glared at him and walked past him, but he stepped in front of her.
"Move," Angelina spoke.
"No," Montague glared.
"MOVE," Angelina tried to walk past him.
"No," his voice was soft but the same amount of anger was there. Angelina walked by Montague who stood in her way. She moved left and so did he.
"Montague, move," she said softly somewhat defeated.
"No," he said almost a below a whisper he stood.
You hate me…such strong words from an Angel.
"Move! "said a voice that made Angelina and Montague turn around. It was Fred with his wand aimed at Montague, "now."
Montague sneered at Angelina and walked away with a swoosh of his cloak down the hall with a look of hurt on his face.
AngelinaI guess my wish came true