The Calling

By Seroci

Chapter 5: Shattered

" See? See? It's the greatest thing known to wizards!" Fred exclaimed, holding out a blue can to Angelina.

Angelina pushed it away respectively. " It's very nice, Fred."

Fred rolled his eyes and shoved the can in her face again. " This could solve all your problems! We tested it on Oliver, and it works marvels!"

" I saw."

In what Angelina took to be surprise, Fred took the can away from her face. " Really?" he asked. " It was supposed to be a private test."

" Nothing you and George do is ever private." She shifted the weight of her books in her arms. " Did Oliver get his revenge yet?"

" Sadly, no," Fred answered heavily. " It sucks he's our Quidditch captain. He'll surely think of something during practice." A condemned sigh followed his statement of defeat. Then, with a sudden defiant smile, he eyed the blue can and kissed it. " All our problems are solved!"

Angelina didn't bother to ask what type of problems. She didn't want to know.

The wall just barely concealed him from her view. His silver eyes traveled up and down her body, so perfectly gorgeous and slim. A body that belonged in his arms, a girl that belonged in his heart. Drawing in a deep breath, he stepped in front of her.

" Levi!" She nearly dropped her books in surprise, then immediately smiled for him. " Jesus Christ, you scared me."

He advanced on her, taking her hand in a rough grip. " I'm sorry."

Her eyes watched his hand on hers nervously, as if expecting some attack. " Why are you out so late?" she asked slowly.

" You're out late, too," he told her.

" Running an errand...." She bit her lip.

" That's the oldest excuse in the book, Angel." He started to kiss her hand. " Can't you think up a better one?"

She remained silent, quivering under his grip.

He leaned forward, planted a kiss on her forehead. " Scratch the excuse, Angel." Slowly, he moved closer to her, sliding his free hand and slipping it to her back.

She tensed as his fingers caressed her. " Levi...."

" Come to my dorm." It was a demand, an order. He pressed his mouth to hers, worked his tongue past her lips.

Her books fell from her arms. She tried to jump back, his hand prevented her. A scream tried to find its way out of her, his mouth stifled it. His forehead rubbed hers, both his hands were at her back and beginning to worm their way into her tight velvet shirt.

" Angel......just you and me tonight," he whispered into her mouth.

Angelina's heart pounded. She began to step back away from the weight he had begun to put on her, but he only followed her, his lips now gone from her mouth and traveling down her neck. He licked her, kissed her, stroked her skin beneath his fingertips.

" Levi! Stop it!" She found it in herself to scream at him.

His hands left her back abruptly, he ceased his kisses. Anger furrowed on his brow, and with rapid breaths, he slapped her.

She looked away, to the floor, as his palm stung her face. Her hands were up, trying in vain to block his wrath. She tried to scream again as his hands took a rough hold on her wrists, yet a sob came out instead. " Levi...."

" You and me tonight!" He pulled her to him.

" No!" She squirmed, struggled to kick him, knee him. She knew her target, but any place would do if it got her free.

His body pressed hers to the wall, his strength too much for her to handle. " You're going to love me, Angel."

" Don't call me that!" she cried. The tears ran down her face, her shame scolded her for showing weakness.

" I'll call you what I want!" His hand reached quickly for the back of her neck.

She let her eyes meet his, shivering under panic, and with a hard swallow, she cried out a name that could help her. " Oliver!"

He snarled as soon as the name left her mouth, and with a quick push of pressure on her neck, she fell limp in his arms.

Oliver shifted in his bed. His eyes were closed, his breathing steady, yet his heart was beating against his ribs as if trying to break free. A nightmare, vivid in his memory, hung over him, made every muscle in his body tense. His calm complexion allayed the suspcion of his roommates, but they didn't know the torment that held him.

It seemed like mere sleepless minutes before the dawn peeked a careful eye into the dorm, finding a restless Oliver pacing, waiting for morning to begin his routine early practices. He had spent part of the night coming up with a punishment for the Weasely twins, and with the help of their older brother, he had perfect revenge planned out. But beside the anticipation of the suffering of George and Fred, his heart lay dark with the knowledge that he'd have to face Angelina on the field. This thought alone presented the opportunity of skipping the practice entirely. Then the Weasley twins would hold it against him and think up some absurd rumor about him and Angelina, and he tossed the idea aside, though it still lingered in the back of his mind. It was when he had his Quidditch robes on and was beginning to wake the other team members that the thought was totally discarded.

He peeked his head into the sixth year girls' dorm room, rapped on the wall three times, his signal to the three Chasers that it was morning. Two of the girls moved, another groaned and pulled a pillow over her head.

" Oliver....why do you have to do that?" another girl groaned. " You wake all of us up."

" You'd rather me come in and wake them?" Oliver asked, and a brief smile crossed his face as the girl under the pillow shook her head before scrunching herself under the covers. " Katie, Alicia, and Angelina, you can move faster than that."

Katie slipped out of bed, a fuzzy pink robe drapped over her lanky frame. " It's only me and Al, Wood," she muttered, yawning. " Angel never came in last night."

Oliver's heart froze, he gripped the door frame tightly. " Where is she?"

Alicia laughed lightly at his sudden worry, and waved her hand at him to dismiss it. " She sleeps in the Common Room a lot, you know."

" Yeah," Oliver answered absentmindedly. He nodded and stepped away from the door, an unexpected horror that something was wrong gripping him.

" Shut the door!" came Katie's orderly voice, and this was the one time she got Oliver to obey her.

Harry was waiting in the Common Room with Fred and George. The twins both startled and ran out of the room when they caught sight of Oliver descending the stairs. Harry raised an eyebrow in amusement, which Oliver returned with a blunt shrug.

" Have you seen Angel?" the Quidditch captain asked, approaching Harry.

Harry shook his head. " She's not in her dorm?"

Oliver didn't answer, but glanced worridly toward the stairs leading to the boys' dorms. Faint images of the nightmare passed through his mind. Levi. Levi with Angelina. Screams and idiotic, sickening smiles. With a start, he leaped towards the stairs, hurried up them four at a time, the railing helping him to pull himself along.
" Angelina!" he cried once he reached the top, sprinting to the door at the far end of the hall. Harry wasn't far behind him.

" Wood!" he yelled, surprise and worry etched perfectly on his young face.

Oliver flung his shoulder into the door, forced it open. The dorm was dark, the window's curtains tight shut. Three beds lined one wall, all three of them filled, one with two bodies. Three of the four sleeping wizards sat up quickly, and even in the dim light, Oliver could see Levi.

" Oliver?" the groggy voice of one of the seventh years asked.

Oliver ignored him, stormed to the bed that held two bodies. One was a naked Levi, and Oliver could only guess who the second person was.

" What the fuck?!" Levi demanded as Oliver reached the side of his bed. " What the fuck are you doing in here?"

Oliver's fist flew, hitting the older boy's cheek. " Get away from her!" he roared.

Levi gaped in surprise, working his jaw to make sure nothing broke. Growling, he glared at Oliver and barked, " Get the hell out of my dorm!"

" Get away from her!" Oliver repeated, drawing his fist back for another attack.

" Oliver! Don't!" Harry yelled from the doorway.

Ignoring the Seeker, Oliver punched Levi again, then grabbed his arm and pulled the heavier lad from the bed. Levi landed hard, frantically trying to grab the quilt to cover what wasn't meant to be seen.

" She's mine, Wood!" he cried. " Don't touch her!"

Oliver looked away from the sleeping form that was Angelina, faced Levi. " You fucking bastard," he hissed.

Levi stood, now not seeming to care that he was perfectly naked. " You're just jealous," he spat, seething with anger. " Jealous that I had her and not you!"

" You hurt her!"

" She's my fucking girlfriend, and I can do what I want!"

Enraged, Oliver threw himself at the seventh year, tackled him, sent him to the floor. A kick to his gut sent him rolling off Levi, his breath taken from him.

" Levi...." one of the other seventh years warned, now out of bed and advancing towards Reyers slowly.

Chest heaving, Levi spun around, his fist connecting with the other boy's jaw.

The boy stumbled back, wiping a bleeding nose. " Harry, get Dumbledor!" he ordered before Levi's foot hit his stomach and he crumpled to the ground. A final blow to his head ensured he was unconcious.

Oliver took advantage of the delay to rise and grab Levi by the neck, trapping him in a headlock. " I want you to keep away from her, Levi," he hissed in the older boy's ear. " Keep away from her."

Levi brought his elbow into Oliver's ribs, and spun once Oliver let go. His foot caught the captain's stomach, yet Oliver remained standing. The Quidditch captain caught Levi's foot in agile hands when the seventh year kicked again, and this sent him to the floor. Oliver leaped on him, sat on his chest, and delivered punch after punch. Levi's strong fingers took hold of Oliver's thin wrists, twisted them, forcing Oliver to roll off him. His hands still gripping Oliver, Levi stood, then pulled Oliver up, throwing the lighter boy away from him. Oliver hit one of the trunks, a sharp gasp of pain escaped him, he curled into a ball. Levi snarled, looming above the sixth year, delivering a blow to the face with one foot. Oliver felt his nose snap at contact, a sudden agony overtaking his head and taking what breath he had from him. Levi was readying another kick when he heard a sharp voice bellow out his name.

" Levi Reyers!"

The naked seventh year turned on his heel in shock to see Severus Snape in the doorway of his dorm. He began to shake as the professor moved towards him.

" This is most interesting, Reyers," Snape sneered when he reached the boy. He took Levi's shoulder in a firm grip, and with one glance took note of the boy's attire. With a grin, he said, " Dumbledor wants you in his office. Now."

Swallowing hard, Levi hesitantly allowed Snape to lead him out of the dorm, shaking. The fact that Levi had to be led to Dumbledor's office naked brought cold pleasure to Oliver as the sixth year rose slowly, coughing between gasps of air. He found himself to be shaking almost as much as Levi as he made his way to Levi's bed.

Angelina moved slightly under the remaining covers, and Oliver slowly pulled the thin blanket away from her face. Although she held an expression of contented sleep, her face was bruised, and one eye beginning to swell itself shut. With quivering fingers, Oliver ran his hand over her forehead, and a smile spread itself on her face as a sigh escaped her. Her contentment would be dashed once she was awake, he knew, so he let her sleep for a few moments longer.

The two seventh years exited the room slowly after grabbing their black cloaks. Draping the robes over themselves, they shut the door, silently making their way down to the Common Room in their boxers.

The dark room didn't stop Oliver from seeing the beauty that kept itself on Angelina's face even when she was injured. Tears began to slip out of his eyes, and with a gentle hand, he shook her shoulder softly to wake her.

Her eyes fluttered open, a lazy cloud dwelling in her expression. There was a moment of the peace of just waking before realization and memories of the night hit her and she began to cry. She didn't see Oliver, didn't feel his presence, until he placed a hand on hers to hopefully calmed her. She looked up at him with her large eyes, and upon meeting his eyes, her sobs grew louder, and she clutched his hand tightly.

With care not to hurt her, he took her frail body in his arms. The sheets fell from her, exposing her naked, but Oliver ignored this and only held her tightly. She let him hold her, sobbing into his neck, her hands slowly encircling his neck to try and hug him back. Rendered weak from sobs, she could only sink in his arms, pressing herself to his chest. His fingers caressed her olive skin, his own tears hiding themselves in her hair. He whispered her name over and over again, his voice a soothing drone. With his heart still beating rapidly in her ear, and his breath still labored, he held her as if he would lose her should he let go.

" Why?" she whispered weakly into his robes.

Swallowing hard, he tightened his hold on her, and beneath the horror that started off the day, he felt a pang of happiness knowing she was in his arms and clinging to him. Practice forgotten, he kept his embrace on her fiercely, and after an inner argument with himself, he lightly pressed his lips to her temple in a soft kiss.

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