Chapter 8: Big Sister into….What?

Despite their desperate sex at Angelina's place, there appeared to be no paradigm shift in Harry's and Angelina's relationship as she started her seventh year and he his fifth. Now Captain, Angelina mentored her friends on the Gryffindor Quidditch Team…. and tried to survive Umbridge's slow takeover of the school by not making any waves.

That is, until her best mates were all banned from the team for a fight after one match with Slytherin.

"Banned," Angelina growled one day at breakfast. "How can she do this?"

"She's the Hogwarts Inquisitor," Harry said glumly.

"And she's not even teaching us DADA!" A sudden thought occurred to Angelina. "Hey, Harry, maybe you could teach us!"

He balked. "Me? Teach an entire course? But I don't know how!"

"Yes, you do. You've fought Dementors and Voldemort himself! If anyone knows anything about DADA, it's you!" She turned to the twins. "Back me up!"

"Angelina's right, mate," Fred told Harry. "And we'll be your first volunteers."

"It could be a new club!" George thought. "Like the Dueling Club, only it's secret and teaches an entire subject!"

Harry looked between his friend's eager faces and finally nodded his head.

And so, Dumbledore's Army was born. A significant group of students quickly joined, many eager to defy Umbridge. Harry taught them everything he knew as they met in the Room of Requirement.

All too soon, it was Christmas time, and the last DA meeting for the term had finished. Harry and Angelina stayed behind to clean up.

Being alone together like this, Angelina felt nervous. The last time they were in this situation was when they…..

She wanted to talk to him about it. What were they now, exactly? But she did not know how to bring it up. Her thoughts grew frustrated.

"Oh, great! Mistletoe!" she growled out loud, seeing a magical sprig hanging from the ceiling.

Harry looked at the sprig and then at her, and it was clear he remembered what he had said the year before in the carriages. Laughing as though it were an inside joke, he pulled Angelina into his arms and kissed her on the mouth.

Angelina gave a strangled squeak into Harry's mouth. She was shocked that he was being so nonchalant about this. Tentatively, she flexed her lips against Harry's, their muscles engaging as she kissed him back. Soon, her surprise melted away to feeling pleased. "Hmmmmm….."

Her eyes drooped closed and her mouth curled into a smile against Harry's. They continued to kiss as the spring of mistletoe glittered above their heads….