Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Katie Bell/Marcus Flint
Characters: Katie Bell, Marcus Flint, Angelina Johnson, Alicia Spinnet, Terence Higgs, Adrian Pucey, Millicent Bulstrode
Additional Tags: One Night Stands, Loss of Virginity, Alternate Universe, Romance, Attempt at Humor
Series: Part 2 of Unconventional, Almost Unlikely
Angie and Ally knew that Katie would never say 'no' to a dare. It was always a matter of misplaced sense of pride for their friend and the girls always knew how to exploit that.
Katie knew that she was as crazy as her friends when she uttered the words that would change the course of her whole life.
“Fine. I’m in.”
Chapter 5: The Library
Dinnertime was the perfect time to hide out in the library and do your homework without the distraction from others. Blissfully alone, Katie tried to concentrate on her Potion’s essay, she really did. Since she was already on Snape’s bad side -yes, it could always get worse- she really couldn’t afford to bollocks this up. The greasy bat would surely kick her out his N.E.W.T. class if she turned in another monstrosity that was supposed to resemble an essay. Then her parents would be informed, and before you knew it, the Quidditch try-outs in April were out the question. No, she needed to get this right in one go.
After a disastrous couple of weeks, it was time for her life to go back to normal, Katie decided. The detentions she had received for not paying attention, being late for her classes, unnecessarily losing House points, and forgetting to do her homework had already earned her a firm talking to by McGonagall. Her Head of House had threatened to take her off the Gryffindor team if she kept on cocking up. She couldn’t let that happen; Quidditch was just too important to her.
Unfortunately, concentrating proved to be difficult. Not in the first place because of the sniffling and the hushed talking behind the bookshelves, which was immensely annoying. Why anyone would choose the library to cry was beyond her. You had your dorm to do those kinds of things. The urge to yell at whoever was sobbing was overwhelming, but Katie couldn’t afford Madam Pince kicking her out.
But what was more distracting than the sniffles behind the bookshelves was a young man by the name of Marcus Flint. She couldn’t get him off her mind; it would make her life so much easier if she could. Ever since fleeing his house a week earlier he had owled her every day. The bastard had even sent her a new Portkey with one of his letters. In contrast to the very first note he had sent, the new ones held more than two words, each single one urging her to meet him during the next Hogsmeade weekend. He hadn’t mentioned anything about who the woman was, though, or apologised for what had happened.
Katie had burnt the first few letters at the breakfast table, loudly cursing his audacity and arrogance much to her schoolmates' amusement. Apparently, there were rules against starting fires on school grounds, and it had earned her a detention with Filch. Having learnt her lesson, she now quickly skimmed through the letters and tore them up into a million pieces with the intention to send it back to Flint. It wasn't as satisfactory as burning them while imagining it was Flint at the stake, but it had to do for now.
Katie hadn’t used the Portkey, of course. The prospect of running into one of his girlfriends and being yelled at again was not appealing one. However, the main reason for not using it was that she honestly didn’t want to see him again. The last time had been humiliating enough and a cruel reminder that their fling should stay just that. Any romantic ideas she might have had leading up to her visit had evaporated by the time she had sneaked back into her dormitory that night. It was best to forget that she had ever crossed paths with Marcus Flint, the no good excuse for a wizard.
“It was clearly a one-night thing, you bint. What did you expect?” she muttered angrily and willed herself to concentrate on her homework.
Just when she thought that she understood what she was reading, the sniffling started again. Looking over her shoulder, Katie noticed Madam Pince was absent from her desk. This was her chance.
“Can you just shut up? Some of us have work to do here!” she yelled and threw a wad in the direction of the sound. The piece of paper made a pathetic arc over the table and bounced on the floor, nowhere near the blubbering sounds.
Thankfully, though, the whimpering and crying stopped.
Groaning in annoyance by yet another disruption, she looked up from her parchment, ready to tell off whoever dared to disturb her. To her surprise, it was Cormac, baring his pearly white teeth in a blindingly wide grin. She hadn’t talked to him since that unfortunate kicking debacle and preferred to avoid him as much as possible. Deep down, she did feel a tiny bit guilty. That melted like snow under the sun when he sat down before she had a chance to speak or invite him to do so.
“What d’you want?” she bit out.
‘I bet it’s a slow and painful death.’
Cormac flipped his blond hair back, and his smile broadened as he leant on his elbows. Katie wasn’t sure what made her more uncomfortable: his staring at her chest or the fact he thought that imitating Gilderoy Lockhart with the hair whip would be such a good idea.
“How’ve you been? It’s been a while since we talked,” he said sweetly when he finally remembered to look up a bit higher. Her obvious discomfort at his gaze lost on him.
Katie pulled her robes closer and tried hard to resist the urge to gauge his eyes out. She wanted to tell him that they never had real conversations because she had been too busy with avoiding him. Instead, she vaguely waved her hand over the table.
“Busy, busy, busy,” was her answer as she picked up her quill.
‘Now go and bother someone else.’
“Yeah, that’s nice.” His eyes wandered lower again. “Listen, you know it's a Hogsmeade weekend next week, yeah? I thought it'd be fun if you’d go with me.”
“What? Why?” It came out a bit harsher than she had intended to. Nevertheless, after their disastrous ending, this was the last thing Katie had expected him to say.
‘Maybe, he likes being kicked. Angie told me once about those kinds of people. I never pegged him to be one.’
Cormac’s smile faltered for a second. “Well, yes, I thought I’d give you another chance. You know, after the last time.”
“You, giving me another chance? At what precisely?” Katie asked in outrage, ready to jump at his throat.
‘This must be a joke. Even he can’t be that delusional.’
Unfortunately, Cormac interpreted her disbelief as a hesitant relief. “I’m giving you a chance at dating me again, of course. I know you didn’t mean to do, uhm, that thing you did.” He shifted in his chair and looked a bit uncomfortable. “I know you like me, all girls do. So, what do you say? You can make up for hurting me over a Butterbeer.”
The wink he added at the end made Katie throw up in her mouth a little.
‘Sodding idiot! Who does he think he is?’
He held up his hand, interrupting her. “I know, darling, and I accept your apology. So, what do you say about Hogsmeade?”
Katie had her wand already in her hand under the table and was about to hit him with a Bat-Bogey hex when she changed her mind. Angie’s and Ally’s cackles and teases about her lacking experience came to mind. Well, she’d done it with Flint, but that was no way near to what they would deem sufficient experience.
‘Sex, Katie. It’s called sex.’
Cormac was supposed to be a connoisseur in that area, wasn’t he? Seeing how Flint was out of the question these days, maybe she ought to try McLaggen on for size, to repeat Alicia’s words, and broaden her horizon. Perhaps, he'd be able to satisfy her curiosity and end these disturbing thoughts she’d been having about Flint lately.
‘I can do this, everyone else is. How hard can it be? But what about Flint?’
“Fucking, Flint. Get out my head,” Katie muttered, annoyed with herself.
“Sorry, what was that?”
“Nothing, nothing,” she rushed to answer and took a deep breath. This was it; she was about to set the first step in gaining more experience and becoming a woman of the world. “I’d love to go to Hogsmeade with you.”
By the look on Cormac's face, the smile she'd managed to conjure looked more like a grimace.
“I knew you would say yes!” he exclaimed and tried to pull her in for a quick kiss to seal the deal.
She barely managed to evade his arms by pushing her chair back. It made him smile; she was back at playing hard to get. This time, though, he was prepared to play along with her. “Let me know what colours you're going to wear, so we don’t clash.”
‘Did he just…?’
“Yeah, sure, I will. It'd be horrible if that were to happen.” Katie nodded and bit her lips, afraid of saying something that might upset him and ruin her chances in getting more skilled in other areas than Quidditch.
Cormac left her quickly after that, but not before planting a quick peck on her lips. She had been busy with trying to figure out if he had meant that colour-coordinating thing that she hadn’t seen him coming. The minute his lips touched hers (‘Tuna and onions, sickening’), Katie realised that she had made a mistake of epic proportions. He still had the ability to make her skin crawl, and there was no way that he was getting that close again.
“Try him on for size. What is he, a glove? Now I have to come up with a plan to escape him,” Katie shook her head, amazed by her stupidity. Deciding that it would be best to figure out on how to cancel the date later in the evening, she tried to concentrate on her homework again.
Just as she began to grasp what Snape wanted the essay to be about, a shadow darkened her parchment again.
‘Fucking McLaggen, can’t leave me alone for a minute.’
Only, it wasn’t McLaggen this time. It was that Slytherin girl, Mildred. Or, was it Mathilda? The girl looked quite angry, her arms crossed and tapping her foot. On top of that, she looked like she had been crying as well; red-rimmed eyes, red nose and dried up tear tracks on her round cheeks. A pug-nosed girl stood a few steps behind her.
‘Found the crier.’
“Yes?” Katie sighed; she really needed to concentrate on her homework. Perhaps, she should have stayed in her dorm tonight.
“Are you going to Hogsmeade with that tosser?” Margaret asked as she waggled her finger.
Katie leant back in her chair as she rubbed her face in frustration. “What’s it to you?”
Mildred frowned and took a step closer, clearly trying to –and admittedly succeeding in- intimidate her. “What about Marcus?”
“What about him?” Katie asked in a small voice.
‘Please don’t strangle me.’
“You’re his girl. You can’t go out with other blokes!” Mathilda exclaimed, “That’s not proper. And I’m pretty sure that twat is disease ridden.”
The pug-nosed girl -was it Violet?– nodded in agreement. Katie couldn’t help the smile that crept up her face; she had found two other souls who weren’t the slightest bit impressed by Cormac. They probably had a point with the diseased rag thing as well. Still, Miranda had no right to interfere.
“What do you mean ‘his girl’? I am not his or anyone else’s girl.”
“Yes, you are. Marcus said so. He almost never lies.” Mary’s reply came out a bit unsure, and she looked over her shoulder at her friend in support. Rosie just shrugged her shoulders in silent answer.
“Yes, of course, I knew that. Millicent, listen, I’m not sure what Flint has told you, but the last time I’ve checked, I was far from being his girl. He probably has a different one every weekend. You really shouldn’t get attached this quickly.”
Saying it aloud didn’t make her feel any better. If anything, she felt disappointed and an unreasonable jealousy at the mere thought of Flint’s imaginative conquests.
‘What’s wrong with me?’
“But, but…” Millicent stammered, “I’m sure he wrote in his last letter that you're his girl.” She looked back at her friend again, who nodded.
“No, I am not and I’ll go out with whoever I want. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have homework to finish.” Katie tried hard to pretend that she was engrossed in her Potions book while she ignored the huffing Slytherins. It wasn’t until she heard retreating footsteps she looked up again.
“His girl! Who does that prick think he is?” she muttered angrily, “I ought to hex him the next time I see him.”
Still, when she lay in her bed later that night with the curtains drawn, Katie couldn’t help but laugh. ‘I’m his girl’ was all she could think about, even after her eyes had fallen shut.
Far, far away -well, not that far since you could see Hogwarts’ Astronomy Tower from the east wing if you knew how to look- Marcus sat slumped in his favourite leather chair. In his one hand, he held an overflowing glass of Firewhisky and in the other, the shredded remnants of a letter.
His thoughtful cousin Millicent had updated him on the goings-on at Hogwarts, just as he had asked her to. She had been very clear about the most recent developments, and it didn't sit well with him. He never thought about other possible suitors for his Bell’s attention and certainly not handsome cads -as Millie had put it- who wanted to rekindle old flames. If the bloke was persistent enough, it could cause some serious damage to Marcus’ plans.
There was one thing left to do to limit the damage; eliminate the threat.