When Bodyguards Collide

Note: This story contains absolutely no sex. None. Some of the characters may get aroused, but I certainly don't want to think about them doing the nasty, and I don't think you do, either! Feel free to add a review.

Millicent Bulstrode stood in dumbfounded shock and apprehension at the sight of the two angry boys in front of her.

Fortunately, the anger wasn't directed at her. Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle, the two hulking bodyguards for Draco Malfoy, had apparently both gotten the same idea at the same time--both wanted to visit Hogsmeade with Millicent the next weekend. Both had stepped up to ask her at the same time......and both were now facing each other with equally ugly looks in their eyes.

"Back off, Goyle," Crabbe growled. "I was going to ask her first."

"No way," Goyle said in a menacing tone. "I'm asking her now. So get out of my way, or you'll be sorry."

"I'LL be sorry? Get out of here, you prat."

"Watch who you're calling a prat, Crabbe!"

"I'll call you whatever I bloody well feel like, Goyle!"

The two boys were nose to nose. Goyle said, softly, "Last chance, Crabbe. Get away from Millicent, or I'll have you."

Crabbe looked at Millicent. He looked at all the other Slytherins in the common room, who were looking on in eager anticipation of a fight. He looked at Millicent again. He took a deep breath, turned away......

And suckerpunched Goyle with a swinging right that spun the other boy completely around and sent him crashing to the floor.

Crabbe turned to Millicent as if nothing had happened. "Millicent," he said, surprisingly politely, "Would you like to go to Ho-"

That was all he got out. Goyle plowed into him and drove him across the room into the wall, as the Slytherins started cheering wildly.

They wrestled against the wall, Crabbe trying to fight his way out of the corner and Goyle trying to keep him pinned there. Crabbe shoved Goyle away and staggered forward, but he walked right into a headlock, and Goyle quickly had Crabbe's head locked against his side, and was pounding Crabbe's face with his free fist.

Crabbe reached down and grabbed Goyle's leg, and Goyle felt himself being thrown off his balance. He tumbled to the floor, Crabbe with him, and the two boys began rolling across the floor, pounding each other with their meaty fists.

With a tremendous grunt, Crabbe managed to push Goyle away from him, and the two fighters climbed ponderously to their feet. Crabbe lunged at Goyle, throwing punches that hit nothing but air, until somehow, Goyle managed to catch one of his fists in one hand and yanked it down.

Goyle’s other fist had a free shot at Crabbe’s face, and Goyle didn’t hesitate for a second. The punch landed squarely on Crabbe’s nose, which began gushing blood.

But that wasn’t enough to slow Crabbe down. He yanked his hand free and threw himself at Goyle again, bringing a knee up into the other boy’s stomach. Goyle doubled over, and Crabbe threw an uppercut that snapped his head up and sent him staggering backwards.

Crabbe followed him—but again, Goyle, now sporting the beginnings of what would be a spectacular black eye, was waiting for him. Goyle wrapped his arms around Crabbe’s onrushing body and brought him over and down to the floor, before raining punches down on his fellow Slytherin.

The other Slytherins squealed with delight and urged Crabbe to get back on his feet to continue the fight. Crabbe bucked wildly, and Goyle was thrown off-balance and pitched forward off of his friend and enemy.

As Goyle got to his feet, Crabbe was already there. A right hand crashed into Goyle’s mouth, loosening some teeth, and Crabbe got behind Goyle. He wrapped one beefy arm around Goyle’s throat and locked it in place with his other arm, and Goyle began to thrash in panic in the chokehold.

Crabbe tightened the pressure with all the strength in his arms, whispering, “Give it up, Goyle!”

But Goyle had one trick left.

He threw his hand up and back, thumb outstretched, in a desperate guess as to where Crabbe’s face would be—and more specifically, his eyes.

And he guessed right.

Crabbe howled and released the chokehold, holding his eye in pain. Goyle massaged his throat, and shook his head to clear it—then went back on the attack.

Both of Crabbe’s hands were covering his abused eye, and the rest of his body was wide open. Goyle planted a solid left hook in Crabbe’s ribs, and as Crabbe’s body curled around it in response, Goyle landed a devastating right cross that dropped Crabbe like a poleaxed cow.

Breathing heavily, sweating profusely, and with his eye nearly closed from Crabbe’s early uppercut, Goyle stood over the other boy, waiting to make sure that he was really beaten. Crabbe lay on the floor, moaning in pain, but made no move to get up and continue the fight.

Satisfied, Goyle turned to the now-radiant Millicent Bulstrode. “Um……do you want to go to Hogsmeade with me this weekend?”