Merry Christmas luckybrans!!!
Title: Love Or Something Like It (1/2)
For: Luckybrans
From: ???
Pairing: Angelina/Montague
Rating: R
Word count: 1264
Note: I'm very sorry this is late but writing has been difficult for me lately. I will try to get part 2 written as soon as possible.
Angelina sighed deeply, sinking further down into the hot water. After
being hit by three bludgers during Quidditch practice and enduring
Fred’s attempt to cheer her up - she wasn’t sure all her hair was back to
its normal color yet - it was nice to relax alone.
This was the first time she’d used the prefects’ bathroom since being
granted access to it. Looking around at the spacious marble tub and the
giant bubbles, Angelina regretted not coming here before. She sighed
again and wondered if she dared to risk drowning by taking a nap. It felt
too good to leave. Her eyes closed and her mind drifted away.
She must have fallen asleep because when she awoke, it was to the sound
of someone muttering loudly. Angelina gasped, her hands flying up to
cover her breasts, although it was unnecessary since there were still
plenty of bubbles. This was why she hadn’t risked using the bathroom
before. There was no schedule, male prefects - or Quidditch captains - could
just show up at any time.
“Johnson?” Montague asked, his shirt half open. “What are you doing
here?”
“Bathing,” Angelina replied icily. “Get out.”
“You get out,” he countered. “You didn’t even notice me come in, you
must be finished by now…Unless Weasley filth is that difficult to
get rid of.” He finished unbuttoning his shirt and tossed it to the
floor.
“I’ll get out if you leave. I’m not coming out of this tub with you
watching.”
“Then we have a problem,” Montague said, starting to undo his belt.
“Because I’m not leaving.”
Angelina stole one quick glance at his bare chest then fixed her gaze
on the door. “Then at least turn around for a minute.” She looked at him
again, unable to resist confirming whether she had indeed spotted such
perfectly defined abdominal muscles the first time.
He pulled off his trousers and smirked. “I’m not shy. If you are,
that’s your problem.”
“You’re being unreasonable,” she informed him. He ignored her and
reached for the waistband of his underwear. Angelina hastily turned around.
If he was going to be a jerk about it, she’d just have to stay here
until he left. She hoped he was quick - and that he preferred to pleasure
himself in bed rather than in the bath.
“So, Johnson, how are things lately? I hear your new beaters aren’t
working out very well.”
“Shut up!”
“I’m being polite,” he said. “We might as well make conversation since
you don’t show any signs of leaving soon.”
“I’m not going to display myself to you,” Angelina gritted, turning
around carefully to glare at him.
He leaned back against the edge of the tub, grinning. “Come on,
Johnson, you don’t have anything I haven’t seen already.” He looked at her
speculatively, “Or maybe you’re the one who wants to watch me.”
“Oh, please,” Angelina snapped. “Not even the Imperius Curse could make
me fuck you.”
Montague didn’t appear to be insulted. He began to wade over to her
side of the tub. “I don’t think it’ll take magic for you to beg me to fuck
you.”
Angelina backed away. “Don’t touch me. I’ll hex you red and gold when I
get my wand.”
It was almost comical: a slow-motion chase around the perimeter of the
tub. She was trying to keep her breasts covered and avoid falling while
Montague…well, she wasn't sure what Montague was trying to do.
"Come on, Johnson, don't tell me you've never thought about it. You've
certainly appeared in my fantasies." He leered at her, leaving no doubt
as to the kind of fantasies he meant.
She'd had a few risqué thoughts about him, too. But they were only idle
daydreams. Just because her favorite thing to do in Potions was imagine
something being spilled on Montague which would necessitate the removal
of his shirt, that didn't mean she wanted him.
"Stop it, Montague."
"Okay." He turned and waded back to the other end of the tub.
Angelina stared at his back, dumbstruck. What? Surely she was worth
more effort than that. It was just like a Slytherin to take the easy route
out. She followed him.
"Is there something you want?" he asked politely, but his face was
shinning with mischief.
"I'll take you up on your earlier offer of conversation. Tell me, what
are your plans after we leave school?"
"I thought I might give professional Quidditch a try."
Angelina snickered. He was a good player, but definitely not
professional caliber. "That's good. I hear the Chudley Cannons need a new
reserve."
He glowered at her, causing Angelina to laugh harder.
"I'll probably end up working for my father though. How about you?"
No way was she going to confess that she was also going to attempt to
find a spot on a professional Quidditch team. "Probably a desk job at
the Ministry. The Department of Magical Games and Sports, most likely."
"Seriously, Johnson, haven't you wondered about us?"
"Fred would kill you."
"I heard you two split up." He moved nearer, staring at her seriously.
Angelina returned his gaze. The only time she'd ever been this close to
him before was when they were twelve and had tried to leave a classroom
at the same time, jostling each other in the doorway. But back then
his gaze hadn't made her feel paralyzed.
Damn it. So he had pretty blue eyes and he looked like he wanted to
devour her. Neither of those were that uncommon. Davies was more
handsome and Angelina had told him no when he asked her out last year.
But she couldn't look away, and her voice was breathless when she said,
"We did, but he'd still kill you."
"He doesn't have to know," Montague said, reaching out to brush the
bubbles away from her chest.
Angelina didn't move to stop him. She made a sound suspiciously like a
moan when he caressed her breasts. She expected him to kiss her, but he
only pressed his lips to her neck. "How do I know you won't try to
blackmail me later or something like that?"
"Really, Johnson. What kind of person do you think I am? Besides," his
tongue flicked out against her pulse point before he continued, "Who
would believe me?"
He was right. Angelina grabbed a handful of his short, dark hair and
pulled his face up to hers so she could kiss him. She meant to stay in
control of the situation, but once the kiss started, she was lost. She'd
expected him to kiss like he played Quidditch; direct, rough, and
without grace. She certainly never expected tenderness and teasing.
"Montague," she whispered, when his mouth had lefts hers.
"Yes?" he asked, before gently biting her neck.
She'd meant to say something, but she couldn't remember what it was at
the moment. It didn't seem important now.
His hand slid down the front of her body, lingering over her breasts
before continuing down and settling between her legs.
She remembered what she'd meant to say now. "I haven't been taking any
contraceptive potions."
He continued to rub his finger around her clit in slow circles.
"Professor Flitwick held a session to teach all the boys a certain charm Fifth
Year."
Angelina lightly slapped his shoulder. "You haven't even managed to
Apparate yet, you think I'm going to trust your contraceptive charms?!"
"Come on, Johnson."
"No, this is a bad idea." Angelina pushed him away and climbed out of
the tub. She dressed quickly, mindful of Montague's gaze on her. Then
she left without another word to him.
For: Luckybrans
From: ???
Pairing: Angelina/Montague
Rating: R
Word count: 1264
Note: I'm very sorry this is late but writing has been difficult for me lately. I will try to get part 2 written as soon as possible.
Angelina sighed deeply, sinking further down into the hot water. After
being hit by three bludgers during Quidditch practice and enduring
Fred’s attempt to cheer her up - she wasn’t sure all her hair was back to
its normal color yet - it was nice to relax alone.
This was the first time she’d used the prefects’ bathroom since being
granted access to it. Looking around at the spacious marble tub and the
giant bubbles, Angelina regretted not coming here before. She sighed
again and wondered if she dared to risk drowning by taking a nap. It felt
too good to leave. Her eyes closed and her mind drifted away.
She must have fallen asleep because when she awoke, it was to the sound
of someone muttering loudly. Angelina gasped, her hands flying up to
cover her breasts, although it was unnecessary since there were still
plenty of bubbles. This was why she hadn’t risked using the bathroom
before. There was no schedule, male prefects - or Quidditch captains - could
just show up at any time.
“Johnson?” Montague asked, his shirt half open. “What are you doing
here?”
“Bathing,” Angelina replied icily. “Get out.”
“You get out,” he countered. “You didn’t even notice me come in, you
must be finished by now…Unless Weasley filth is that difficult to
get rid of.” He finished unbuttoning his shirt and tossed it to the
floor.
“I’ll get out if you leave. I’m not coming out of this tub with you
watching.”
“Then we have a problem,” Montague said, starting to undo his belt.
“Because I’m not leaving.”
Angelina stole one quick glance at his bare chest then fixed her gaze
on the door. “Then at least turn around for a minute.” She looked at him
again, unable to resist confirming whether she had indeed spotted such
perfectly defined abdominal muscles the first time.
He pulled off his trousers and smirked. “I’m not shy. If you are,
that’s your problem.”
“You’re being unreasonable,” she informed him. He ignored her and
reached for the waistband of his underwear. Angelina hastily turned around.
If he was going to be a jerk about it, she’d just have to stay here
until he left. She hoped he was quick - and that he preferred to pleasure
himself in bed rather than in the bath.
“So, Johnson, how are things lately? I hear your new beaters aren’t
working out very well.”
“Shut up!”
“I’m being polite,” he said. “We might as well make conversation since
you don’t show any signs of leaving soon.”
“I’m not going to display myself to you,” Angelina gritted, turning
around carefully to glare at him.
He leaned back against the edge of the tub, grinning. “Come on,
Johnson, you don’t have anything I haven’t seen already.” He looked at her
speculatively, “Or maybe you’re the one who wants to watch me.”
“Oh, please,” Angelina snapped. “Not even the Imperius Curse could make
me fuck you.”
Montague didn’t appear to be insulted. He began to wade over to her
side of the tub. “I don’t think it’ll take magic for you to beg me to fuck
you.”
Angelina backed away. “Don’t touch me. I’ll hex you red and gold when I
get my wand.”
It was almost comical: a slow-motion chase around the perimeter of the
tub. She was trying to keep her breasts covered and avoid falling while
Montague…well, she wasn't sure what Montague was trying to do.
"Come on, Johnson, don't tell me you've never thought about it. You've
certainly appeared in my fantasies." He leered at her, leaving no doubt
as to the kind of fantasies he meant.
She'd had a few risqué thoughts about him, too. But they were only idle
daydreams. Just because her favorite thing to do in Potions was imagine
something being spilled on Montague which would necessitate the removal
of his shirt, that didn't mean she wanted him.
"Stop it, Montague."
"Okay." He turned and waded back to the other end of the tub.
Angelina stared at his back, dumbstruck. What? Surely she was worth
more effort than that. It was just like a Slytherin to take the easy route
out. She followed him.
"Is there something you want?" he asked politely, but his face was
shinning with mischief.
"I'll take you up on your earlier offer of conversation. Tell me, what
are your plans after we leave school?"
"I thought I might give professional Quidditch a try."
Angelina snickered. He was a good player, but definitely not
professional caliber. "That's good. I hear the Chudley Cannons need a new
reserve."
He glowered at her, causing Angelina to laugh harder.
"I'll probably end up working for my father though. How about you?"
No way was she going to confess that she was also going to attempt to
find a spot on a professional Quidditch team. "Probably a desk job at
the Ministry. The Department of Magical Games and Sports, most likely."
"Seriously, Johnson, haven't you wondered about us?"
"Fred would kill you."
"I heard you two split up." He moved nearer, staring at her seriously.
Angelina returned his gaze. The only time she'd ever been this close to
him before was when they were twelve and had tried to leave a classroom
at the same time, jostling each other in the doorway. But back then
his gaze hadn't made her feel paralyzed.
Damn it. So he had pretty blue eyes and he looked like he wanted to
devour her. Neither of those were that uncommon. Davies was more
handsome and Angelina had told him no when he asked her out last year.
But she couldn't look away, and her voice was breathless when she said,
"We did, but he'd still kill you."
"He doesn't have to know," Montague said, reaching out to brush the
bubbles away from her chest.
Angelina didn't move to stop him. She made a sound suspiciously like a
moan when he caressed her breasts. She expected him to kiss her, but he
only pressed his lips to her neck. "How do I know you won't try to
blackmail me later or something like that?"
"Really, Johnson. What kind of person do you think I am? Besides," his
tongue flicked out against her pulse point before he continued, "Who
would believe me?"
He was right. Angelina grabbed a handful of his short, dark hair and
pulled his face up to hers so she could kiss him. She meant to stay in
control of the situation, but once the kiss started, she was lost. She'd
expected him to kiss like he played Quidditch; direct, rough, and
without grace. She certainly never expected tenderness and teasing.
"Montague," she whispered, when his mouth had lefts hers.
"Yes?" he asked, before gently biting her neck.
She'd meant to say something, but she couldn't remember what it was at
the moment. It didn't seem important now.
His hand slid down the front of her body, lingering over her breasts
before continuing down and settling between her legs.
She remembered what she'd meant to say now. "I haven't been taking any
contraceptive potions."
He continued to rub his finger around her clit in slow circles.
"Professor Flitwick held a session to teach all the boys a certain charm Fifth
Year."
Angelina lightly slapped his shoulder. "You haven't even managed to
Apparate yet, you think I'm going to trust your contraceptive charms?!"
"Come on, Johnson."
"No, this is a bad idea." Angelina pushed him away and climbed out of
the tub. She dressed quickly, mindful of Montague's gaze on her. Then
she left without another word to him.