Story title: Pretend

Rating: PG-13

Chapter title: Maybe

Genre: Angst/Romance.

Summary: I pretend to hate you, to loathe you. I have to.

Pretend you were she and he was your enemy... Play along.

A/N: Sorry for the huge hold up...thank you Latrice for that message. That made me get this out quick. So, I guess this is to you.

ChocoxX

Angelina pulled away from the kiss and looked down sadly. "What have I done?" she whispered. Oliver pulled her closer to himself as the wind whipped angrily at his air. "W-we can't tell-,"her voice shook

"I know…I know," he said sincerely thinking the same.

"It'll break his heart. Oliver I'm so sorry…I'm so sorry I shouldn't have… it was wrong of me. We have to forget this had ever happened…" Her last words inked with regret and heartache.

There was a long pause

"I can't."

Angelina pulled away from him and stood, "… we have to." Angelina stared down at Oliver who looked up to her grimly.

"I can't-"

"Why not?"

Oliver stood towering over her. "Because…I love you."

"…Take it back."

"I love-

"Stop-you can't." Angelina said saddened. "I can't."

"But I do…" he took her hands in his. " You used to too."

Angelina looked down at the grass and sighed. "That was then…Fred is now." Oliver squeezed hard on her hands. Slowly he let them fall down her sides.

"So you don't then?"

Angelina gave a soft peck on Oliver's cheek. "Friends…and for always."

Oliver angrily strode away to the lockers. Her words hurt him. They were friends…nothing more never less. He thought his feelings would fade but they re-surfaced and were becoming stronger.

He needed to talk to Angelina and he wondered if she cared to join.

Angelina looked up just in time to see Fred walking towards her. His cloak clasped tightly around his frame but his hair danced like wild fire in the wind.

Fred looked at Oliver's retreating form then to her whose face was tear streaked. When he reached her he placed a welcoming hand on her cheek where her tears once were. Even to this day his touch had the same effects on her.

Angelina looked at the cool earth floor then into Fred's eyes. She shivered not at his touch but at the wind. His hands were warm even in this bone chilling wind

"Did I do this?" he whispered holding her face in his hands.

"Yes," she whispered.

He kissed his way to her forehead, just barely below her lips, and then he casually brushed his lips over hers making Angelina's eyes slightly flutter.

"Can I fix it?"

"You can try."

Montague dashed through the Qudditch lockers his day-not so good-his mood the same. Professor Mc Gonagall had taken points off Slytherin due to Draco's sharp tongue.

"Stupid bitch…can't do anything right…why do I put up with this," he mumbled in between getting his Quidditch equipment on and snatching his broom. He ran his slender fingers through his hair and sighed.

I need to get out

"I'm sorry Angelina-I want to make things right. I didn't mean to hurt you. I need you. I hate this-forgive me." Fred embraced her in a hug. The last sentence caught her off guard. Should she really give in so easily?

Forgive you?

"Angelina?" Fred pulled away slowly with a soft smile. "Forgive me."

Why should I?

"Please forgive me. I wouldn't be complete without you," he whispered kissing her temple.

"Yes.." she whispered, "I forgive you," she kissed Fred. His lips on hers made her feel loved. This felt unreal but at the same time to Angelina it was…beautiful.

Maybe he did care. Maybe he would stay this time. Maybe...In the back of her mind she couldn't help but wonder if Oliver would keep his promise.

I have to talk to Oliver.

Montague breathed in the cold air. Winter was coming. He mounted his broom and sighed. It was times like this that he enjoyed being alone. The windy day made it even more enjoyable. The clouds over the sky were growning a deep gray and the sent of rain was growing stronger.

He made sharp turns up and about his broom-practicing his routine from practice that afternoon. The Gryffindors were going to have a run for their money.

Swoosh!

His speedbegan to slow down when saw her. The fallen Angel. Her soft bright skin, those nice soft eyes, she was everything he shouldn't have. She was with him. Smiling laughing.

Disgusting.

He glared down at Angelina who in turn returned it. She couldn't tear her eyes away from him. It was a odd feeling that was shared between both of them. Fred was to busy kissing her that he didn't relies that she was looking somewhere else.

Angelina looked away suddenly then back. Montague was still staring. Fred smiled down at her and at that moment he wished he was Fred just so she's smile for him. She was beautiful to Montague no matter what she did… this including Fred.

Swish!

It had been his luck that it had begun to rain. Thick drops of rain claimed everything in sight. Montague frowned down at the couple that hurried to get inside the Hogwarts building.Angelina's distant giggle made him feel so far away.

She's with him now, deal with it

Montague sat near that tree counting. Counting down the day she will be his. Even as easy as this may sound it grew harder by the hour.

After parting ways with Fred and kissing him good-bye she began to make her way to her Qudditch locker.Angelina had planned on getting something from it but was interrupted by Oliver. She rubbed the thought of what happened earlier out of her mind.

Come on admit it...You still havs for him right?

It was cold and wet now downstairs. Angelina shivered and hugged her black hooded sweater closer. Faintly in the shadows she saw that she was not alone. The dark figure sat down cooly to himself and stared helplessly at the stone floor.

When she drew close she recoginized the figure all to well. His eyes always gave him away. Montague sat there dripping from the rain out side.

He was no doubt waiting for her.

Angelina mentally smiled. Maybe she could get a row out of him. Montague looked up at the shadow that cast a dark shadow over him. It was Angelina.

"Montague," breathed Angelina.

"The one and only," he smirked looking up to her.

"What are you doing here?" she mummbled though she didn't cared if he gave an answer or not.

"I see you and Fred did a little kiss and make up…aww, beautiful," he said dryly un-overwhelmed by the whole situation. Montague knew that he was off topic but it was fun...and games.

Angelina's eyes shifted slightly hoping he didn't see her kissing Oliver. She was surprised at Montague's choice of topic and began to wonder.

"So, tell me," asked Angelina walking to her locker, "why would a stinking-Slytherin care about two worthless-Gryffindors? Unless-"

"Unless…" Montague said mockingly.

"Unless, one is jealous," she finished.

Montague paused. Angelina smirked.

Stuck?

"Why would I be jealous-Johnson? Why would I care about what you and Fred do? And why-," he stopped short watching her look at a piece of parchment. He saw her sigh and shove the letter back into the locker.

"Hmm…exactly," she whispered mockingly under her breath as she walked away from him. "I think…I know you have nothing with a girl that Fred and I ever had."

"What? Hell," he mumbledfollowing her.

"No… love. Of course you don't know a thing about love. I've heard about you and Giselle."

Montague tensed up. The visions of Lavender and Pavarti made his skin boil.

"What about?"

"Oh, I think you know," Angelina snapped brushing past him.

"I think you need to tell me what you have heard," Montague barked grabbing hold of her shoulder.

Angelina was making her way to the door but stopped short. She looked at his hand on her shoulder and shoved it off in anger. For a split second he thought he caught fear in her eyes.

"Change your clothes your wet…" she spoke as if he didn't know himself and she headed out the door. She mumbled some words as he left. Montague sat down on a bench and clutched his face in his hands.

Deep down he knew he didn't need to ask Angelina what she meant about Giselle. He heard the numerous rumors. He wasn't anything like that he'd never do that to anyone not even to the one loved.

He felt awful because even though he didn't mean it he did it. Montague was afraid that Giselle wouldn't be the last. Maybe there were certain characteristics that you couldn't change. Maybe the days of him getting closer to Angelina were growing longer than he planned.

Montague was about to storm after her but he froze. A fluttering piece of parchment was caught in a near locker-Angelina's locker. He snatched the floating paper and scanned it over quickly.

Angelina,

North Tower tomorrow after dinner

O. W.

The handwriting was messy and rushed. Montague peered down at the signature.

"O.W.?" he asked himself. He clutched the letter in his hands and made his way to his dorm.