Let It Go

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Chapter Six: Death Upon Ears

\"Get me Montague!\" Angelina had slammed some first year Slytherin boy up against the wall. \"Now!\" She dropped the small boy and he went running towards the dungeon where the Slytherin\'s common room was located.

\"Montague!\" He yelled as soon as reached the common room.

\"What is it?\" He approached the wide-eyed frighten boy.

\"Some crazy-ass Gryffindor girl has gone mad?\" He explained at the top of his lungs. \"And I\'m glad I\'m not you, cuz you\'re who she\'s looking for. And I\'m sure if she doesn\'t find you soon, she\'ll put a hex on the whole Slytherin house for the hell of it.\"

\"Sounds like Johnson.\" Draco Malfoy entered the conversation. \"Damn boy,\" he turned to Montague, \"guess all that torment you dished out for all these years has finally gotten to her. Congratulations.\" He said with a smile.

\"Doubtful. But then again, she does seem the psycho killer type.\" Montague went towards the common room door. \"She may be pureblooded, but there is nothing Johnson can pull that I can\'t handle.\"

\"You mean you\'re actually going to go confront her?\" Malfoy looked at him oddly. \"She\'s nothing more than a Gryffindor.\"

Montague turned around with one foot out the door. \"Because unlike you Malfoy, I don\'t like to keep the ladies wanting.\" He smirked and disappeared.

What the hell is she thinking? Looking for me in the middle of the day? Threatening a Slytherin? Drawing so much attention to herself? I thought we went over this? He went to find her in the dark hall, but to his surprise she wasn\'t there. He went to other places they had met before, but still had no luck. Then he realized there was only one place she could be. But how did she get there in the middle of the day without being seen? He wondered.

Montague knew he wasn\'t as stealth in his movements as Angelina; she had years of experience because of her late night mischief with the Weasley boys, so he had to wait until night fall. It was about three in the morning when the Slytherin common room finally became deserted. Montague had pulled out his own personal supply of Floo Power and made his way to the fireplace in the common room. He took his position in the fireplace. \"Montague Winter Cabin.\" He spoke clearly.

Within moments he had arrived at his family\'s winter home through the fireplace in the master bedroom. It was dark and cold in the room so he made his way to the door and down the hall. He went down the stairs and found himself getting warmer. A fire was burning in the living room fireplace and Angelina was on the couch fast asleep, wearing nothing more than a oversized sleeping shirt. The bruises on her legs were greatly highlighted by the fire\'s light. Montague sighed, for he knew the marks that marred her skin were because of his doing.

He then stood over her and noticed the dried tear tracks on her face, for some reason, the sight made his stomach tie in a knot and he wondered why. He then bent down to pick her up and she shivered the moment his skin touched hers. \"David.\" She murmured softly in her sleep.

Montague knew that Angelina knew his touch anywhere as he remembered she never liked being touched by him. She had told him once that his skin always felt so cold. He carried her into the master bedroom and with his wand started a small fire. He then tucked her under the sheets before stripping down to a pair of boxers and a T-shirt and then climbing in on the other side.

He wrapped his arm around her waist and in a whisper, sung in her ear. \"Laying beside you here in the dark, feeling your heartbeat with mine. Softy you whisper, you\'re so sincere, how could our love be so blind? We sailed off together, we drifted apart, and here you are by my side. So now I come to you with open arms, nothing to hide, believe what I say. So here I am with open arms hoping you\'ll see, what your love means to me. . .open arms.\" He kissed her shoulder before closing his eyes to sleep.

But before he could drift into the land of dreams, he felt Angelina shift within his hold. She placed her hand on top of his. \"You know, you were always a bad singer.\" She told him.

\"Yeah? Well, it\'s what you get for keeping me from my beauty sleep.\" He told her as she turned around to face him.

\"Thanks, for showing up anyway,\" she began softly, \"I just didn\'t want to stay in the dorm tonight, but I didn\'t want to be alone either.\" She told him as more tears slide down her face.

What the hell did Weasley do now? Montague thought before he found himself kissing away her tears. Angelina flinched in surprised at such a tender gesture coming from a Slytherin that once shoved her so hard against a stone wall that he dislocated her shoulder. The boy then brought his hand up and ran his fingers through her braided hair before lowering his lips from her cheek to her lips for a small kiss. \"You\'re never alone, remember that Johnson.\" He told her before once again pressing his mouth against hers, but this time she parted her lips and with her tongue asked him to part his too. Montague did so, with no trace of hesitation, as the feel of her tongue dancing with his brought him into a state of relaxation he hadn\'t felt in weeks.

Angelina wrapped her arms around Montague\'s strong solid form and shyly pulled him tighter against her as their kiss deepen. When they broke it, Montague looked longingly into Angelina\'s eyes as his hand left her hair and drifted down her back before making out the curve of her ass. \"Do you want this?\" He asked, never breaking eye contact as his hand began to pull up her shirt to feel her soft flesh underneath. \"Do you want me?\"

In reply, Angelina only sat up as the last of the small fire her companion had made burnt out. The two could now only see each other with the help of the moonlight that beamed through the windows which wasn\'t much. She then pulled back the sheets that covered Montague as he sat up. She kissed him once again before her hands found the bottom of his shirt and she started to lift it above his head, leaving him only in his boxers as she tossed the unwanted fabric somewhere on the floor.

Montague smiled as he returned the favor and freed Angelina of her clothing before laying her down completely bare before him on the bed. He laid back beside her as he traced the curves of her body before pausing at her breast where he proceeded to knead the supple flesh. He then brought two of his fingers to his mouth where he coated them with a nice amount of saliva before slowly circling the round dark caramel skin of her nipple. He pinched her nipple and gently pulled on it before kissing several parts of her breast and licking the nipple before taking it into his warm mouth. Angelina moaned softly as she watched him. She played with his ear as he continued on to her other breast, positioning himself on top of her for better excess.

Angelina closed her eyes as Montague\'s cool, cold mouth trailed down her flat stomach, passed her bellybutton to the coarse curls of her mound before finding the folds of her womanhood. Angelina bent her knees and spread her legs for the man who would soon be her lover. She heard him give off a low rumbling chuckle before his long slick tongue snaked out and licked the now wet parts of her before spreading her lips with his tongue and finding the swollen bud of her clitoris. He took the pink bud into his mouth and sucked on it adoringly before rubbing it gently in small circles with his tongue.

Angelina breathing became labored as she squirmed under Montague\'s touch. Wave after wave of pleasure filter her body and she wanted more. Montague then spoke as if reading her mind. \"Are you ready for me?\" Angelina opened her eyes and nodded her head, giving him permission to continue.

Montague gave her a crooked smile as he rose from in between Angelina\'s legs, but not before placing a final kiss on her inner thigh. He then released the bulge within his boxers as he took them off. Aneglina smiled at the naked boy before her as he put his hands around her legs and pulled her down to him, situating her legs on either side of his waist.

He then took his erect member in his hand and placed it before her moist opening, moving it up and down, glazing the tip of his head with the juices of her arousal for him. Montague wet his lips as he filled Angelina with one powerful thrust. She shrieked at the sudden movement, but giggled when she saw the unnecessary alarmed look on her lover\'s face. \"Come here, stupid.\" She reached for him and pulled him down to her so that his body was covering hers. And to her amazement, though she shouldn\'t have been surprised, she shivered.

Montague closed his eyes as he balanced his weight and felt Angelina\'s delicate kisses on his face as he ruthfully thrusted himself into her. Angelina then wrapped her arms around him and held him tightly as they tenderly made love. Then, for the third time that night, Angelina shed tears. Montague was unable to see him as he kept his head buried in the nape of her neck with his eyes still closed.

This was the first time that Angelina had made love to someone, though it wasn\'t the first time she had had sex- if that\'s what you wanted to call her first sexual experience. Angelina\'s face cringed as she thought of Fred, but quickly pushed him out of her mind. Because tonight, she was with Montague and that would be all she would allow her mind to concentrate on and she happily did just that.

Montague then growled in pleasure as the rhythm of his thrust began to pick up and he pumped himself into her more vigorously. He then lifted his head from her neck and looked into her eyes which, unknown to him, she had just dried. Angelina had been looked at before plenty of times with lustful eyes by many boys, which also included Montague, but the way he was looking at her now was different somehow. It was exotic, in a strange way as she stared into those dark pooled eyes, losing herself within the depths of them and succumbing to the pleasure as her body began to tense and rock in orgasm.

As she was climaxing, she closed her eyes, but quickly snapped them back opened when she heard Montague\'s voice. \"No!\" He had practically yelled at her before saying smoothly. \"I want you to look at me. I want to see you.\" He then continued to ground himself into her, wanting to prolong their lovemaking as long as he could, but it was no use as the slippery wall of her sex tighten and spasm around his manhood, spending him over the edge and having him surrender to natural processes as he groaned in sweet release.

Completely exhausted and breathing heavily, Montague collapsed beside Angelina. He then took her within his arms and pulled her close. \"Never pictured you as the cuddling type, David.\" She said teasingly, but all she got from him was a lazy, tired smile as he closed his eyes. Angelina then kissed his forehead and simply thanked him before she too closed her eyes, feeling safe within Montague\'s hold.

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Angelina woke up the next morning and though the heavy blankets had found their way up to her neck she found herself cold and soon realized why, Montague\'s arm was still draped around her. She slipped out of bed and took a long shower before she made her way down the hall to the guest bedroom where she had a few clothes. She then headed towards the kitchen. She was at the start of preparing breakfast, when Montague came down.

She was cutting up onions and green peppers for omelets, when Montague rolled up his sleeves and washed his hands to help. As he was doing so Montague heard the chopping come to an abrupt stop. He looked up to see Angelina looking at his forearm, she then went back to chopping the vegetables. \"I- I thought you saw it last night,\" he justified softly, \"but if it bothers you.\" He started to roll down the sleeve of his left arm.

\"No.\" She looked back up. \"It\'s okay, but I don\'t appreciate you lying to me. You said we had a month until the ceremony. We were suppose to get out before then.\" She explained.

\"Look Johnson, yes, we were suppose to do this together, but there wasn\'t enough time. One of us had to take the next step, and let\'s face it I make a better candidate.\" Can\'t you see I\'m only trying to keep you safe?

\"Oh, hell no.\" She pointed her knife towards him. \"You? The better candidate?\" A smile appeared across Montague\'s face. Psycho killer type. How did I know? He thought. \"You barely survived initiation.\"

\"So I told one lie.\" He dried his hands. \"Are you having regrets about coming to me?\"

\"No, of course not.\" She put the chopped vegetables in a bowl. \"But I guess you did what you thought you had to do and I won\'t fault you for that.\"

\"Don\'t do that.\" He turned around to get eggs out of the refrigerator. \"Don\'t try be so understanding.\"

\"What else can I be? We\'ve been through a lot these last few weeks and though they have been under the worst possible circumstances,\" she paused, \"I\'m glad I went through them with you.\"

\"Don\'t get all sappy on me, Johnson.\" He cracked the eggs and beat them in a bowl. \"It doesn\'t become you.\" Why do you pull her so close, only to always push her away?

\"You\'re right.\" She nodded her head a bit angrily. \"Heaven forbid that we actually take a moment to express anything at all without having to pretend it never happened.\"

\"What the fuck does that mean?!\" He asked almost knocking over his bowl.

\"Nothing David,\" she took a deep breath and looked back up at him, \"nothing at all. Just. Like. Always.\" Angelina then went back to the matter at hand and the both of them prepared and cooked the rest of their breakfast in silence.

When breakfast was finally cooked they sat across from each other at the table. \"So,\" Montague began, \"what happened?\" Picking up his fork and digging into his food.

They were only three little words, but Angelina knew exactly what he was talking about. \"Fred and I got back together.\" Montague\'s eyes shoot over to her, but nothing gave away what he thought. Although Angelina knew exactly what he was thinking. She knew Montague never cared much about affairs or cheating. When he was ten years old his mother had find out about his father\'s extramarital activities and it had torn his family about. It devastated not only his mother, but him too, so Angelina made sure she quickly continued. \"And we broke up again within the hour.\"

\"About?\" He probed.

\"Not important.\" She shook her head, knowing Montague wouldn\'t push for more than she was willing to share.

A few minutes had passed before Montague spoke again. \"Are you sick?\"

She had been staring out the window looking at the surrounding forest, remembering their winters here as children. Things used to be so simple back then. \"What? No.\" She turned her head to answer him.

\"Then how come in the last five minutes, you\'ve only taken two bites?\"

\"Oh.\" She looked at her plate. \"I hadn\'t noticed. Guess I\'m not hungry.\" She put her fork down and put her hand on her stomach. \"I\'m going back to bed for awhile.\" She got up leaving her plate on the table.

She only walked a small way before losing her balance and catching herself with the counter. \"Whoa!\" Montague rushed over to her and put his arms around her for support. \"Are you sure you\'re not sick?\" As he asked the question, his grip tight, it trigger flashes of blurred bright, roaring fire which really wasn\'t.

And so all Montague got for his trouble were a pair of palms on his chest as he was violently pushed away. \"Don\'t touch me!\" She yelled angrily as she straightened herself back up and started again towards the staircase.

But Montague grabbed her arm firmly and turned her back to him. \"What the hell is wrong with you?!\" Montague asked furiously.

Angelina lowered her head as she brought her hand up to her temple. She closed her eyes as she shook her head. \"I\'m sorry,\" she said finally, \"that wasn\'t meant for you.\" Montague looked at her strangely, not knowing what she meant. \"Can you- can you let me go now?\" And Montague released her and she walked away.

Montague then went back to the table to finish his breakfast. Afterwards he went to go check on Angelina. They couldn\'t stay here all day, they would be missed at school. He went to the bedroom only to find it empty. He then heard strange sounds coming from the bathroom. He opened the already adjacent door to find Angelina huddled over the toilet. \"Angelina Johnson.\" He crossed his arms and leaned on the doorway. \"If I didn\'t know better, I would think you were pregnant.\" He smirked.

\"Go to hell, David.\" She threw him the finger.

\"Tsk, tsk. Is that how a mother-to-be is supposed to act?\" Angelina got up and shoved him out of the way so she could close the door on his face. As soon as the door closed the smiled dropped from Montague\'s face. He had only been playing about her being pregnant, but by her reaction, he realized that his comment had hit too close to home. He then let himself fall onto the unmade bed.

He sat up when he heard the bathroom door open. There was a look of concern in his eyes, that Angelina had never seen before, not even during the night of their initiation, as he watched her get beat by a dozen Death Eaters. When it was his turn his eyes locked with Angelina and he never left them. It was as if he was telling her to be strong. But his initiation lasted a lot longer than hers and she began to worry.

When he yelled out in pain, that\'s when she realized something was wrong. If they didn\'t stop soon, they were going to kill him and she couldn\'t let that happen. That\'s when she pushed passed the Death Eaters and threw herself on top of him, but they didn\'t stop and Angelina took the rest of the blows that were meant for Montague. The blows that would have surely killed him. Because of her defiance she was warned that next time she disobeyed she would be punished, by losing someone she cared about, she looked at Montague, but immediately thought of Fred.

Angelina said nothing about the look in his eyes as she made her way back to the kitchen, Montague followed. He sat at the kitchen table in a chair where he could see Angelina. She had gone to the refrigerator and poured herself a glass of milk.

\"Weasley\'s?\" He asked as she prepared dishwater.

\"Of course, stupid.\"

\"Which Weasley?\" He asked seriously.

She sighed and looked at him in disbelief. \"You should know better than anyone that the rumors about me and George aren\'t true.\" Still preparing the water.

\"When?\"

\"A few days before our \'adventure.\' We had been planning a little get away for awhile.\" She washed some dishes near by. \"Just kind of snuck off one weekend, to be with each other, you know?\" A weak smile appeared across her face. \"It was fun at first, but it wasn\'t exactly what I thought it would be.\" She gave a little sigh.

Montague looked at her for a long time, replaying certain events in his head, and then it clicked. I\'ll kill him. \"You said \'stop,\' and he forced you anyway, didn\'t he?\" He asked angrily.

\"It wasn\'t like that!\" Her voice boomed, which startled Montague, but he showed no reaction. \"Besides it isn\'t any of your business.\" She hissed.

\"Fine.\" He said through gritted teeth. \"But it is my business when you risk your life and your unborn child.\"

\"How was I suppose to know I was pregnant then? Besides, I had already accepted to this. But even if I did know,\" her voice became small as she looked down at the dishes in the sink, \"I still would have done the same thing.\"

\"Angelina. . .\" why would you risk your life for me? It can\'t be what I think it is, right?

\"Just pass me those plates on the table, Montague.\"

He decided not to push the subject any further. So he stood up and picked up the plates about to make his way to the sink when, \"Shit!\" Montague dropped the plates and Angelina looked up and saw why, the Dark Mark upon his arm started to glow. A burning sensation ran through Montague\'s body, he was being summoned.

He tried not to react to the pain again as he did a simple spell to fix the broken plates and levitated them near the sink.

\"Don\'t go.\" Angelina finally spoke as she walked around the counter. \"Say you got stuck at school.\"

\"On a Sunday, Johnson? Yeah, they\'ll buy that.\" He said sarcastically.

\"Tell them something, tell them anything, just don\'t go back.\" She pleaded.

\"I\'m in too deep to get out now and you know that.\" They stood face to face.

\"This is my fault, I\'m so sorry, Montague.\" She reached for him, but hesitated and drew her hand back.

Why do I always make her second guess things when it comes to me? She never did that on the field, she always gave me one hundred percent, always the best of her . He reached out and took her arm and gently pulled her into his embrace. \"Don\'t be sorry, I chose to do this.\" His voice was deep and calming as she rested her head on his shoulder. \"I\'m honored to do my part for the Order. I\'m honored that after all these years you still trusted me enough to seek my help.\"

\"David, you could have died.\"

\"Yeah, and you could have too.\" She only embraced him tighter, fearing to let him go. \"Go to Dumbledore, tell him I\'ll be coming to him with news as soon as I can.\"

\"I\'m coming with you.\"

\"No. They\'re going to be looking for the people leaking information. The reason I lied about the ceremony is because I didn\'t want you coming back. Plus now you have a child to worry about. You\'re not marked, you can still get out, I can do the rest on my own.\" He felt her body shiver. \"I have to go now.\" He whispered. \"You have to let go, Angelina.\"

She shook her head on his shoulder. \"Just a little while longer, please.\"

\"Angelina,\" he lifted his hands and put them on her upper arms, \"let go.\"

\"No.\"

\"Ang-\"

\"No.\" She said more forcibly.

\"Angelina, let go.\" He was getting irritated. \"Dammit, now!\" He pushed her away harder then he intended to as he saw her stumble back. He saw her breathing heavily, trembling before him as he stared longingly into her chocolate brown eyes. What are you doing? For Merlin\'s sake, just tell her you love her! He thought, but then sighed. What\'s the point? I know that bastard raped her, yet in her eyes he can still do no wrong. You\'ll always be second best to her.

Say something, Angelina. Tell him you need him, beg him to stay, just don\'t let him leave. She thought. Tell him you love. . . no, he\'ll only think you a fool. She had been fighting the tears, but had lost the battle.

Montague stepped closer, taking her face in his hands and then like the night before, he kissed away her tears. She then put her hands on top of his as he spoke. \"So will you go to Dumbledore?\" I love you.

\"Of course.\" I need you.

\"I\'ll be back as soon as I can.\" Just love me.

She was only able to nod her head. Just let him go. And she stepped away from his touch only to watch him Apparate.

To Be Continued. . .

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