A/N: This story was inspired by Nickleback's Never Again. Freaky song. If you know it, then yeah, you're probably gonna see how this came from it. Okay, yes, an Oliver Wood/Angelina Johnson romance. I don't know why I like those two; I just do.

Oh, this is a horror, so beware. I'm not incredibly wonderful at writing horror, but I'm slowly working on it! ^_^0 And I'm using my normal style of writing, instead of jumping to Rowling's or Tolkien's or Applegate's, which I have a habit of doing. -_- Vague, distant....I like the misty feel to my writing.

Ages are:
Levi Reyers-seventh year-seventeen.
Oliver Wood-sixth year-fifteen, turns sixteen.
Angelina Johnson-fifth year-fifteen.

There are more characters, but I won't list their ages. I think they won't be hard to figure out.

It's all Rowling's. Inspiration came from Nickleback. A few characters are mine; they should be obvious.

The Calling

By Seroci

Chapter 1: A Perfect Gentleman

He looked at her with brown eyes to match the darkest chocolate, but she didn't see him. She couldn't see him, not through the tears she covered with her hands. He could never understand why she covered her face when she cried, or why she kept her head bowed everywhere she went. When she did look at him, when she looked up at him, he could almost see her soul breaking like glass. Her eyes, almost as chocolate as his, found a way to break his heart over and over again.

She saw that it hurt him. Although she found a refuge in his eyes, the windows to his soul, she saw that it hurt him when she caught his gaze. It was the way his eyes always softened when he saw her, the way he always seemed to reach out, even if he was standing at the other end of the courtyard. She just stopped looking at him all together, kept her head bowed, didn't answer when he tapped her on the shoulder or spoke her name.

A rough hand grabbed her shoulder. " Angelina....."

She could almost see the wicked smile on his foul face. " Levi," she answered.

His other hand grabbed her, shook her. " Look at me when you speak," he hissed.

She drew in a deep breath, looked up at him.

" That's better," Levi purred, running a rough hand down her face. The touch was meant to be caressing and loving, but Levi always seemed to find a way to make even the most wonderful things look dark and forbidding.

" I'll....be late," Angelina protested, trying to pull away from him.

" Nonsense." His grip on her tightened and he leaned close. His breath was warm on her face, rotten and warm.

She pushed his chest. " I've got Potions.....Snape...."

He ignored her, pressed his lips to hers. His tongue found a way into her mouth, licked her teeth, her tongue, her cheeks. She struggled against him, only mildly. Her body had not recovered from the night before.

" Levi," she protested weakly into his mouth.

" I know, baby," he whispered. His lips met hers again.

A silent pair of chocolate eyes watched them from across the courtyard. He could tell the seventh year was hurting her, and he would do something about it, had he not been a sixth year and defenseless. A heavy sigh shook him. From across the courtyard he loved her, she was oblivious to it.

She walked down the hall, allowing her jet black hair to fall over her hunched shoulders. She had to get away from him, from Levi, from Oliver. They both loved her, she knew they both loved her. One maybe more than the other, in many different ways, but she didn't want them to love her, because love only hurt. The heartache had a bad habit of always falling on her.

A gentle hand tapped her shoulder. She startled.

" Do you want me to carry your books?" The voice was bass, much like Levi's, but kinder. She knew in an instant who it was.

She brought a finger to her eyes, wiped away the gathering tears. " I can carry them myself, thank you," she told him.

Oliver nodded, then reached out and took the books from her.

" I said I can carry them myself," Angelina hissed. The harshness of her voice shocked herself.

" Why don't you let me help you?" Oliver asked. He shifted the books in his arms, mixed them with his own, so the burden wasn't as uncomfortable.

" Why do you want to help me? I'm not weak."

Oliver's eyes, so dark and understanding, made her look away.

No, Oliver, don't look at me like that. Turn your eyes, don't look at me!

A sigh shook Oliver. He knew her, he understood her, and as long as her heart was beating, she would not give in. That's why he cherished her as a Chaser. That's why he cherished her in his heart.

" It's just a couple of books." He began walking.

Angelina trailed after him. " They're my books, now give them here." She made to wipe her tears again.

" Don't." Oliver reached out with one hand, took hers. " Don't wipe them." He let her hand fall. " It only makes it worse."

" Could you just give me my books, Wood?" Her voice trembled at his name, she cursed herself for being weak.

" It's my duty as a gentleman, don't you think?" Oliver asked.

A small smile cracked on Angelina's lips as Oliver cleared his throat, straightened appropriately, and held the books in one hand, as a waiter would hold a tray.

" Don't I make a swell gentleman?" he asked in his best "gentleman" voice.

Angelina had to laugh lightly. " Yes, you're the best, now give me my books." She reached for them, but his reflexes reacted and he held her off with one hand.

" We're going to the same class, Angel, it's no biggy."

" Yes it is," she said triumphantly. " Your hands are on my books."

Oliver looked at his free hand. " What's wrong with my hands?"

" They're yours, and you're a guy."

Oliver's eyes widened, he looked down at his shoes, and in many ways reminded Angelina of a puppy.

" Fine, carry my books, just don't look at me that way."

Oliver's smile crawled back onto his face. " Now, I assume you're headed to Potions?"

" I'm just following you."

" In that case, you better carry your own books. I'm gonna get lost."

Two steel grey eyes hardened when they rested on the two Gryffindors. His fingers curled into fists as his heart twisted. " Damn you to hell, Oliver Wood," he snarled.

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