Third chapter this one is going to a little slow moving I think. The next chapter is going to be a little hard I think.

Declaimer: I don't own them.

Chapter: 3 Practice Makes Perfect.

Soft hands landed on her tense shoulders. They tingled against her warm skin. Angelina shrugged them off and walked away from Fred swiftly to her dormitory. He made a grab at her wrist but she snatched it free.

She would make him save his words for some other day she didn't need use for them now. Angelina grabbed her cloak and ran up the stairs.

Her attention gazed towards her window admiring the bright lights wishing she were somewhere but here, thinking about last night.

Montague words echoed on and off again in her head. She knew they weren't true but a silent voice held in too long began to question if she was ready.

If I do become Captain will I see it through? Or will I be defeated? Why does he have to be so cold? Do I make him that way?

No matter how many times she practiced she felt she wasn't good enough. Not with Fred, and not with Montague.

She drew in a soft deep breath and closed her eyes. It was hard to think when you were unsure of what to make of it. Montague was growing stronger both on and off the field.

'Know your enemy," she thought.

But when she spoke these words she knew nothing.

Had he been so mysterious just to through me off from finding the real him? Or was he just making me play a game we both started ages ago?

She felt constantly insecure. Sadden by her current dark aurora. Her so-called friends were too busy with their own cares and Fred...he had his own worries. She had a strong intuition that he was hiding something.

Everything's changed.

Wrong Angelina, things don't just change for any apparent reason.

I don't know what to do. Everything's happening too fast. Why can't it just wait? I am I falling behind?

Where ever she went she felt insecure. Sometimes she felt someone watching her, protecting her in a way that no one knew. Her first thought was Lee but it wasn't it-it was some one else she could sense it.

Angelina smiled softly in the darkness. A name.

Montague?

She never paid any attention to Montague but now she knew she had too. She had to practice or she would loose the game before it would even start.

She had to admit the short argument that stirred in the hall between her and Montague had made her feel much leveled. She secretly didn't want it to stop.

She liked the challenge…

Montague's icy stare fixed on her every move his words seemed to hit her in her weakest points on his well made targets. He was studying her. Figuring out things that possibly she didn't even know. She felt pressured to hate him.

Or is he pressuring me?

Either way she was going to give him a taste of his own medicine. Just the thought of beating him at his own game made her smile. If she couldn't beat him off the field she would beat him on it. Quiddtch against the Slytherins was next week.

And she couldn't wait…

Morning came all too quickly this she thought as she stood out of bed, looked at the time and headed into the shower.

After she showered and dressed in her Quidditch gear, she headed down to the Great Hall for breakfast. Few students were awake but were just as perky as always. The food in her mouth tasted tasteless, but she needed the energy for Quidditch practice.

At the corner of her eye she saw Fred walking beside George and then parting ways to meet with her. His eyes fixated on her and she curiously looked up. Fred looked anxious and worried. He took a seat in front of her sitting his books beside him.

Her plan to avoid Fred for the whole day failed.

Leave me alone.

"I could have handled him," Angelina mumbled stirring up her cereal getting straight to the point. She stared at the table she wasn't ready to see his expression just yet.

"What?" a puzzled expression etched his face.

"Yesterday, in the Astronomy Tower -I could have handled Montague," she stopped short, "on my own," she finished. Montague's blue eyes were on her again and her concentration went off.

"You just looked like you needed help," Fred lowered his voice and leaned in towards her, "you haven't been acting yourself lately. Is there something wrong?"

Ha!

"I'm fine," she said sternly stabbing her cereal with her spoon. She stood up angrily.

Since when do you care?

Angelina left her breakfast with a very non-convinced Fred. He quickly stood and marched up to her. He grabbed her wrist.

"No, no you're not okay." He said slightly raising his voice.

You never cared, so don't care now. Let go of my wrist!

"Just drop it!" she yelled yanking her hand free. "I'm fine and I would probably be better off if you wouldn't interrogate me when ever you bloody damn well pleased!" She began to walk away again but he stood in front of her. The image of Montague danced in her head.

"Stop putting me in a box, Angelina!"

Angelina turned around, "I will when you quit shutting me out!"

"What is wrong with you?" he said annoyed.

Angelina shook her head sadly, "I've changed. Haven't we all, Fred?" and with that she swung her book bag over her shoulder and headed towards the Qudditch pitch.

"What are you talking about?"

Fred shook his head and watched her walk away. He met up with George wondering why she lashed out on him.

"What's up with you and Angelina?" George asked.

"I don't know and I don't want to talk about it," Fred mumbled.

The cold wind stung Angelina's cheeks she didn't know why she lashed out on Fred like that he was only trying to help.

"Oy! Johnson!"

Angelina turned around to see Oliver rushing up behind her. His brown hair swayed in the wind. He just got finished putting away all the Quidditch equipment.

"Oy, Oliver," she said feeling a little better to see her friend.

Oliver smiled and walked along side Angelina. "So, how are you?"

"Great, Ollie."

Liar! Liar! Liar!

"What I didn't catch that?" Oliver asked.

"Nothing."

Angelina rubbed her temple to rid away the thoughts.

"Hey, Angelina, are you okay? You don't look fine," Oliver spoke worried.

"Oh, it's just a minor headache that's all."

Oliver eyed her. "Well, make sure you get to hospital wing, I don't want any of my team mates falling off brooms because of minor headaches," he teased. Angelina gave a faint laugh.

Laugh it up

"So, how's Mrs. Johnson?" Oliver asked.

"Oh, she's doing fine. Same oh… same oh."

"That's always great to hear."

"Yeah," Angelina breathed. She really felt like being alone right now.

"Qudditch practice went well. If you keep up the good work we may have a future Captain in the making." he smiled wondering if she caught the hint.

"Yeah," she said dully obviously not listening to a word he said.

"Are you alright, Angelina?" he saw her look downcast. She would have been jumping for joy. Unless something else was on her mind.

"No."

Oliver took her hand in his hands. "You can tell me." he gave her hand a soft squeeze.

"Okay," She smiled sadly.

Fred made his way towards the Quidditch pitch with confusion on his mind. Angelina was acting very strange. Usually whenever they had problems she would always tell him, not shy her way out.

He tried to talk to her in school but she brushed him off at every try. When he went to go look for her in her dorm she wasn't there. Alicia and Katie hadn't seen her all day.

Finally though, Lee told him he saw her heading out to the Quiddtch fields.

He sighed.

The sun was setting casting a bright pink and purple light over the school lake, which was still against the ridged wind. He pulled his cloak closer to himself in frustration.

The grass under him was wet from the rain earlier. He wasn't surprised that Oliver urged them to continue to play.He was a maniac when it came to Quidditch.

His blue eyes scanned the area when he saw two recognizable figures holding hands on the field.

Angelina with Oliver?

Without thinking he picked up his pace in walking.

Tears fell from Angelina's eyes. She told Oliver about what was going on between the two. How he acted like she wasn't there. How he didn't smile-or do the little things they used to do together.

"Look at me, I'm bawling. Strong Angelina is bawling," Angelina teased herself as eyeliner smudged her eyes.

"But you look beautiful doing it," Oliver whispered holding her close. They laughed a little.

They chose to sit near the lake. Admiring its still and pure beauty. She noticed how cool the air was and leaned against Oliverclose tothe tree.

"Remember us? When we used to fly over the castle late at night just to look at the sky? We were young and naive-reckless," Angelina said sighing.

"Yeah, we could have got caught." Oliver mumbled his words almost getting lost in the wind.

Angelina laughed lowly. "Yeah, but we didn't care," she sniffled.

" God it was beautiful, Angel. We would name them after places and things…" Oliver paused, "I named one after you," Oliver whispered.

Angelina smiled everything was beautiful.

Those were the days.

"He doesn't know what he's got. You're a one in a million," Oliver said referring to Fred.

Angelina pulled away a little. "Really?" she asked surprised at Oliver's words.

"Yes." Oliver stared her in her tear-streaked eyes, "you are." He careful wiped one away.

Without warning Oliver leaned in and kissed her lips. She was surprised at his sudden movement. Though she let him do it anyway. His warm lips searched hers.

They kissed before when they were eleven, when the stars were bright and the land dark.

Angelina pulled back away. And searched his eyes.

If only you were Fred.

She leaned back in and began to kiss Oliver thinking of Fred… and his touch.

He's right. Montague's right. I'm not strong…

Another tear fell from her eyes in shame.

Is it good? I hope it was. Maybe I'll make one on Fred's POV? I'll see. Well. Thank you all again!

Choco.