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Plotbunny Graveyard: Marcus/Katie Unfinished and Untitled OS, Hogwarts AU, Rating PG

A long time ago, I used to sail the Dramione ship because well, being new to the fandom and unsure about where to begin reading, I stumbled on a Dramione (i forget its name) and started from there. It was fun until it wasn't. The Weasley bashing in a large part of those fics just became too much, not to mention the Hermione wank and the delusion that Draco was just a misunderstood boy who deserved redemption. Not Ron, of course, he should have been lynched and burnt on the stake. Yeah, I'm still salty about that. ;)

I suddenly remembered that I never liked either character (DHr) in the books or films and suddenly I was cured of the Dramione-fever. Yay for me, not so yay for the Dramione I'd started (20 chapters in!). Maybe, I'll post that abomination here one day.

Anyway, why am I telling this? You see, after my ship sunk, I had to go looking for something else to sink my teeth in. I'm not even sure how I stumbled upon Katie/Marcus and the other minor pairings, but somehow I did and never looked back. Writing became, even more, fun and before I knew it, I'd written a few fics about these two (Give it to me, Friends Secrets and Wine). The partial one-shot you're about to read was spawned around the same time as the two mentioned above. I truly don't remember why I stopped writing it or how it was supposed to end at the time. Although I can say that while reading this over, a new idea popped up. So...

I'll categorise this one as a 'maybe one day'. :)

Katie sat at her desk in her bedroom, studying hard to catch up for the lost time. Six months’ worth of school work she had to catch up on if she wanted to take her N.E.W.T.’s this year. Six months she’d missed because of a package she didn’t even remember carrying. All she could remember were the screams that deafened her, only to learn that it had been her that had done the screaming. She remembered the horrors that flashed before her eyes and later the pain of her broken bones. And then she woke up at St. Mungo’s.

She’d spent her birthday, Halloween, and Hols there. Easily the most miserable time of her life. There had been limitations on the number of visitors and even then, her parents hardly allowed anyone to drop by. Too afraid that someone would hurt her again.

Sighing, Katie shoved away the Charms book, annoyed with herself for not being able to concentrate. The Easter holiday was nearing its end and she was expected to board the Hogwarts Express in two days. She was looking forward to it, the last two months she’d spent with her hovering parents and it was suffocating her. Only twice they let her go out by herself, only with the promise that she would stay nearby. Of course, she’d snuck out a few times. Transfiguring a pillow to her own size and covering it with a blanket, thus creating an illusion of her sleeping peacefully, had been easy.

Katie looked longingly out of her window. It was a beautiful day, clear and sunny; the ideal weather for flying. Her broom was perched in a corner, unused for a week now. The final match of the year, between Gryffindor and Ravenclaw was planned for over six weeks and she really wanted to play. She wanted to have that final glory of winning the Cup before she left school.

Your N.E.W.T.s are more important.

With an exasperated sigh, she pulled back her book. Repeating her final year was not option. She willed herself to concentrate on her Advanced Charms work.

It was almost an hour later when the soft hooting of an owl broke her concentration. The russet coloured bird sat on her windowsill, a small scroll attached to its legs. A small smile appeared on her face, her heart skipping a beat at the sight of the very familiar bird.

Treating the owl to a treat and a caress, she relieved him of his burden. The letter was short and to the point as usual.

The park, in fifteen minutes.

She could only laugh at the curt note, there was no malice or demand behind it. Katie knew that, was used to it by now. She wasn’t the one for long letters that needed an exuberant quantity of words with hidden meanings and neither was he. A match made in heaven.

Folding the note, she put it in the back pocket of her jeans. She didn’t want her parents to find it, but at the same time, she wanted to keep it, like the other notes. He had been to only one not to treat her like some fragile doll, the notes were her reminder that she still was Katie.

Without rethinking, she grabbed her broom and left. She would deal with her parents later.


“Stop laughing, you sodding idiot.”

“I can’t, you’re too hilarious.”

“I’m glad my misfortune amuses you,” Katie growled, “But you’re supposed to help me, not laugh at me.”

“Touchy, you’re having your monthlies again?”

“Really charming, you great big pillock.”

“That’s me,” Marcus shrugged, “Why don’t you get off, you could do with a break.”

Reluctantly, Katie stepped off her broom. Flying used to be her passion, but now she barely came off the ground. Every time she stepped on, the memories came rushing back in. Memories of the eerie calm that had come over her only to be followed by images of unbearable horrors. Memories of remembering being levitated and thrown around like a ragdoll. Katie tried to swallow away the lump in her throat as she blinked away the tears.

He lay on his back in the grass, chewing on a blade of grass. Katie studied him for a minute, envied his calmness, before she plumped down next to him, curling up into his side.

“Do you think I’ll be able to do it again?” Katie asked in a small voice. She didn’t want to give up hope, but was it worth tormenting herself over it? It was just flying.

“You’re trying too hard. Give it time.”

“But the game…”

“Is just that; a game. It’s not worth getting yourself worked up about. And you have other things to concentrate on. Your N.E.W.T.’s are coming up in two months.”

“When did you become the responsible one? Anyway, I can do both,” Katie pouted. She knew she was lying, she barely managed to catch up on the missed schoolwork.

Marcus lifted up her chin with a finger, forcing her to look at him. “No, you can’t. Unless you want to repeat a year.”

“You did.”

“That’s different.”

“How so?”

“Just is.”

“That’s not a real answer.”

Marcus shrugged. He wasn’t much of talker, she knew that. But sometimes, she wondered what went on in that head of his.

“Tell me.”

“If you fail, your parents will make you redo the year. And that will fuck up my plans for us.”

“Plans? For us?”


Katie perched herself on her elbows and stared at him for a few minutes. He had his eyes closed, still chewing on that blade. “What plans, Marcus?”

“Fuck, Bell. Let a bloke enjoy the weather, will you.”

“Don’t change the subject, you arse. What plans?”

Sighing in annoyance, he finally opened his eyes and looked at her, “Fine. I got a chance to play for the Braga Broomfleet. And I want you to come with me when I accept.”

Katie was stunned for a minute. She hadn’t known that he had tried out for a different team. A foreign team at that. She thought that he was happy with the Tornadoes. “When did this happen?”

“Last week,” he shrugged and resumed chewing on his blade, eyes closed.

“But my parents… They’ll never let me come with you,” her heart was breaking. If he decided to play for them, he would leave for Portugal. Leave her behind.

“They wil... if you pass your N.E.W.T.s.”

“How can you be sure? They barely let me out of the house anymore.”

“They let you out today.”

“I sneaked out.”

“No, you didn’t. You do know that your father has the wards altered, right? He knows the minute you leave the house.”

“He did what? And how do you know?”

“He told me the day before they let you out of the hospital. Don’t look panicked. I owled your dad to tell him that you would be with me this afternoon.”

Katie wasn’t sure if she’d heard it right. Marcus, talking and owling with her father? They were barely civil to each other, as far as she knew. Now they were exchanging love notes? What kind of wizardry was this?

“Don’t overthink it, Bell. You pass your exams and you get to come with me.”

“Marcus, what are you on about?”

In the meantime, Marcus rummaged in his trouser pocket and pulled out a little box, “Your parents said that they would allow you to come with me if you pass your exams. Give me your hand.”

Katie’s heart hammered in her chest as she held out her hand, her brown eyes locked with his grey ones. “Say yes to what?”

“Say yes to coming with me to Portugal.”

“Why the ring?”

Marcus didn’t answer immediately, a mischievous grin appeared on his face. “Your father is a bit old-fashioned, so I reckoned I’d lie a little.”

“You just figured that one out, eh?” Katie narrowed her eyes, surveying him in suspicion. “What kind of lie?”

And this is where it ends for now. I guess it's pretty clear how it should NOT end; a proposal!
Tags: hp fanfiction, incomplete fic, katie bell/marcus flint, maybe one day, plotbunny graveyard
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