A/N: I had to think of this one for a while. The next one will be coming soon. Remember bold is flashback.

"I don't think I can keep your promise…our promise."

"What? Oliver!"

"You don't feel anything…" he moves closer to her, "When I hold you…touch you," he kisses her lips passionately," when I kiss you? Angel?"

"No," she pushes away," I came to discuss about us." Angelina pulls away.

"You already know how I feel…"Oliver stepped closer, his brown eyes longed to kiss her.

"We can't do this to him-" she lowered her voice,"-you can't do this to me!"

"But it's okay that you do it to me?"

"Oliver, no, I-"

Oliver holds his hands up in protest. " –You already said it don't try and apologize."

……

Flashback

"Why the hell would you say that?" she slams the door behind her. Her clothes are drenched her face is livid holding a small cut above her right brow from the Qidditch game.

"Angelina!" Oliver covers his handsome features on frustration.

"Give me a break, he was on me the whole game…I couldn't concentrate…screaming-for god sakes he was screaming in my ear! Do you have any idea what it feels like to go through that? You think I like being called a bitch –humiliated in front of my house at the only place I can feel free on by a low life Slytherin. It's already my third year, Oliver-" she gives a short laugh "-already my third year and I have to deal with bullshit people like Montague and you tell me to get a grip?"

"Angelina clam down-"

"No." She throws down her gloves. "Why do you treat me like this?"

"Clam down, you're over reacting!" Oliver seats himself on a seat and begins to take off his equipment.

Angelina's expression grows cold. "Don't give me that! It's not just about me –it's everyone!"

"The hell it is about everyone!" He slams open his locker in frustration.

"Your out of order!"

"I'm out of order?"

"Yes- you yelled at Fred for missing his shot-"

"Why are you always on his side-why couldn't he have just told me instead? What he did … he could of-"

"It was an honest mistake, Oliver…" she sighs, "…Oliver, lately… lately we haven't been spending enough time with each other. Like we're not as close as friends as we were… I know its not your fault that you're always with her… you know, Katie. She can be really-"

"Leave her out" Oliver said defensively.

"Then leave Fred out!"

"Anyway," he said annoyed "what does this have to do with the game- they killed us…"

Angelina stared Oliver in pure disgust. "You really do care more about the game than us."

Oliver turned around from his locker to Angelina's hurt and angry face. He had a way with saying words before he thought them over.

……

"Why are you doing this?"

"Can't you see…" he holds her hands in his," it's because I love you."

She snatches her hand free out of his grip. "I love Fred…"

"If you do love him…like you say-then Why'd you kiss me?"

"That's not true, Angelina- I"

"It is…" her face looked hurt with pain.

"Believe me I still care." Oliver holds Angelina's face up with his.

"I'd like to see you prove it."

He cups Angelina's soft face in his hand and kisses her.

……

"Oliver, you're going into the past… I was foolish then."

'…Foolish now."

"Oliver…"

"You kissed me back."

"Give it a rest."

"No, I won't lie. I love you, don't you understand?" he placed his hand in her shoulders, " I…love…you."

"I don't even know why I came here."

"You came here to discuss about us…do you love me?"

"I...I can't," she put her coat back on. "I have to go." A small tear leaked from the corner of her eye. As she stood to walk away, he softly grasped her wrist, pulled her close and kissed her. Angelina wrapped her arms around his and kissed him passionately. Through all of this she knew she was wrong.

"Oliver," she breathed, " your getting me in trouble."

Crash!

…….

He had spent the last hour trying to find Angelina. Had she forgot they planned to meet up and have some tome to themselves?

She couldn't have forgot could she?

"Hey, Dean!" Fred called to him, "have you seen Angelina?"

"I can't say that I have. I'll let you know when I do though."

"Okay."

Fred kept on thinking maybe she's with Katie and Alicia. He felt a hard shove on his right shoulder.

"Hey watch it, Montague!" Fred yelled after his running form in the opposite direction. He met Katie and Alicia in the Gryffindor common room to ask them.

"Sorry, Fred, we haven't seen her since dinner."

………

Montague dashed down the hall with his handsome face in a confused expression he didn't see them arrive yet. Carefully re-reading the message he knew he was on the other side of the grounds. He made a quick dash back.

North tower

Montague hid behind a knight in amour. He saw a familiar tall boy with dark brown hair and brown eyes enter.

'Oliver Wood' he thought.

He saw Angelina later than enter. His heart skipped a beat. Her long raven hair lay in curls down on her caramel shoulders. The dress she wore-black, fitted perfectly on her curves. Montage's eyes wondered to her legs where the dress stopped midway. Long, smooth, caramel legs he wanted to touch.

She never showed her legs.

He took a breath. Montague saw Angelina push Oliver away. He kissed her. Montague's hands began to ball into a rough fist. He listened.

"No, I came to discuss about us."

"You already know how I feel."

"You can't do this to him-you can't do this to me!"

Montague gave a soft gasp. Angelina was with Fred, what's this with her and Oliver? He just saw her with Fred on the Quidditch pitch. He listened closer.

"If you do love him…like you say-then why'd you kiss me?"

Montague couldn't believe what he was hearing.

She kissed him? He touched his lips.

"Do you love me?"

Montague saw a tear fall from Angelina's eye.

They're hurting her.

Rage was boiling above his skin. His grip on the suit of amour was death defying.

"I have to go." He saw her mouth. The only thing he could hear was his heart pounding in his ears. Suddenly, Oliver grasped Angelina's smooth brown wrist in his hand, pulled her close and kissed her.

She wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders and kissed desperately back. Hurt was scribbled on her pretty face.

"Oliver," he heard her breath, " your getting me trouble."

Crash!

I let go of the knight making it shatter onto the marvel floor. I ran away scared of being caught. Past everything I wanted to rid. She was killing me softly with her jagged dagger…. slowly and soft.

"Watch where you're going, Montague!"

I hear a boy with red hair yell. I couldn't tell if he was Fred-George the tears are too thick see through.

'Guess what your Angel is doing' I wanted to whisper into his ear.

I swear she looked over at me through her beautiful pits of hell. She watched me fall in dying like the lips of hell meeting his match.

"I Love her!"

I trip. Malfoy's long sick white face looks down upon mine satisfied. I wanted to kill him. Wanted to smash his face in but all I could was cry at his feet in defeat. I was too weak to do anything, too weak to even notice that Angelina was scowling at Malfoy for tripping me.

She lowers down to me. I wanted to kiss her smeared red lips.

"I'm sorry," she breathed holding her hands out to help me up. Scowling I notice that I'm crying in front of her. I ignore her hand and stand towering over her. She looks up to me observing my features. She reaches up touching my face.

Blood.

A scratch.

She looks into my eyes in sorrow.

"Angelina!" She turns to the call. I retreat to a corner...watching. Angelina looks back but I'm gone. She looks at her hands of doves.

Blood.

The only evidence I left of my existence.

A/N: How was that? Now the next chapter I do have but I'm going over it. R&R. Btw I just turned 15 like three months ago and lovin' it!…lol.