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FIC: K/M, Plotbunny Graveyard: Chapter 16 Take-Out 'A Lifetime of Firsts', PG-13

One of the reasons I take too long to finish a multi-chaptered fic is that I have this annoying habit of writing multiple versions of a chapter. I'm lucky if it stays with just one alternate version but it's more like two, sometimes three. It's annoying, tiring, and utterly dissatisfying because I end up with snippets from a larger fic I can't use. Of course, that last bit is not completely true. I've recycled such parts before into other stories.

I digress. Below the cut, you'll find such an alternate version to a published chapter. In this case, it's part of a chapter. The reason I cut it out is that the focus is too much on the brother-sister relationship and not on the couple who's about to have sex for the first time. It seemed out of place back then and still does today.

Anyway, enjoy a little Micky- Katie moment.

The Tornadoes stadium in Tutshill was filled to the rafters with thousands of cheering supporters for both teams. Banners in white, various shades of blue, and gold waved in the wind as their owners sang themselves hoarse. The crowds went mad when the teams flew into the pitch to take their positions, and even more so when the referee whistled, signalling the start of one of the all-decisive matches of the season.

High up in the Tornadoes Executive Skybox, family and close friends of the team had gathered to see the match, among them the Flints and the Bells. Beings Marcus’ biggest fans, the four Flint sisters had confiscated the front row seats with the oldest of their brood, yelling instructions at their brother and uncle, and profanities at the referee and the Puddlemere players who dared to cross him. Not far behind the girls and their kids were John and William, discussing various strategies together with the sisters’ husbands. Not the slightest bit interested in the match itself, Grace and Sally sat at the bar inside, sampling the wine and appetisers whilst gossiping about everyone they knew.

Huddled in a corner and away from the rowdy crowd, Katie watched the match with a silly smile on her face. Her smile grew wider each time Marcus zoomed by, hovering a few seconds in front of her, grinning from ear to ear, before he flew away again. She was sure that her grin matched well with his.

Sighing in impatience, she glanced at the scoreboard. Nearly three hours in and the teams were still in a tie score-wise. Only catching the Snitch would ensure a win for the Tornadoes. Her eagerness for the Tornadoes to win wasn’t caused because she’d become a faithful fan of the team, but because she had a feeling that Marcus wouldn’t be in the mood to do anything if the opposite happened. Well, she refused to wait a day longer. They were going to have sex tonight, no matter what.

“C’mon, it’s not that hard,” she muttered in annoyance when the Tornadoes Seeker crashed into the stands in a feeble attempt to catch the Snitch. The only good thing about the mishap was that the Puddlemere Seeker did the same a few seconds later.

“Said the lazy Chaser,” someone drawled.

Her annoyance grew when she glanced over her shoulder. Michael stood behind her, still dressed in his professor robes and his hands on his hips as he peered into the pitch with a sour look on his face. “I can’t believe those tossers made it this far. And with tossers I mean your boyfriend, of course.”

“Of course you do. What are you doing here?” Katie snapped. “You’ve ran out of poor students to torture, have you?”

“I’ll have you know that my students love me,” he retorted and jumped over the seats to sit next to her. “You know who else loves me? Mum, she told me to come. You know, with me being her favourite and all. Shame on you, sis, for not telling me that the troll had invited me too.”

“He did not and don’t call him that.” Utterly vexed, Katie glanced over her shoulder again. Her mother winked and held up her wine glass in cheers when she caught her eye. Yeah, she hadn’t told Micky to come from the goodness of her heart. “Go and sit with Dad. I’m sure he’ll be happy to see you.”

“No,” Michael said with a sigh and wrapped his arm around her shoulders. “I’m here for my Sissy. Mum said so.”

“Mum’s been chatty,” Katie growled. The old hag was in for an earful come Sunday. She pushed Michael off and scooted a seat over to put distance between them. Waggling her finger, she said, “Fine, you can stay as long as you keep your gob shut.”

Michael pretended to lock his mouth and toss the key over his shoulder. He even pulled out his omnioculars for good measure. For the longest time, the only sounds he made was the occasional huffing into his beer each time something happened in the pitch in favour of the Tornadoes. Katie managed to shut that out as well, and it wasn’t long before the silly dreamy smile reappeared on her face and her fantasies about what was to come later ran away with her. Too absorbed with what was happening in the pitch, she didn’t notice how her brother’s stance changed when he turned his attention from the match to her. Marcus was right in the middle cussing out his Seeker when she missed the Snitch again (there was something oddly arousing about seeing him riled up like that, Katie realised) when Michael suddenly went back on their agreement.

“What’s with the bag?”

“Wot?” Katie asked without taking her eyes off Marcus. He was busy instructing his teammates like a warlord directing his troops. Then, like she’d done since sending him the owl late last night, her imagination ran away with her. He was starkers, hovering over as he told her in his domineering Captain voice to do exactly what he told her to do. She grew hotter when he suddenly caught her eye, almost as if he’d picked up on her daydream. Unfortunately, in the same moment, Michael pinched her arm, and all her fantasies evaporated into thin air.

“Fuck, Micky, what d’you want?” she snapped at him as she rubbed her arm. Marcus had gone back to playing the match, and call her crazy, but she was sure that even from this high up, she saw a bright red blush creep up his cheeks. Had he read her mind?

“Pay attention when I’m talking to you, then.” Michael cocked his head at the brightly coloured valise by her feet. “That thing. What’s in it?”

“Oh, that.” Katie’s scowl transformed into a big grin as she picked up her newest purchase and set it on her lap, stroking it as if it were a kitten. “It’s pretty, isn’t it? Opal hide. I bought it last week, twas a steal. PrimaWitch had a sale, didn’t you read about it? The queues went all the way down Diagon Alley. I was the first in the line, though, together with the girls. We camped out- ”

“Yeah, I don’t need a rundown of your boring life, sis. Why did you bring it here?”

“I have a sleepover later,” Katie answered with a too careless shrug and set the valise back on the ground, far from Micky’s reach.

“Aren’t you girls a bit too old for that?” he asked with a laugh. “Let me guess, you’re gonna spend the whole night gossiping and varnishing your nails.”

“I don’t think Marcus likes his nails varnished.” A small smile played on her lips when Katie turned her attention back to the pitch. Although it felt good to render Micky speechless, she wasn’t here to argue with him. She was here for Marcus, but most of all, she here so she could take him back to his flat as soon as the match was over and let him have his way with her.

She was just in time to see Marcus plant his elbow in one of Puddlemere’s Chaser’s ribs. When that didn’t have the desired effect, he grabbed the poor sod by his hair and yanked him off his broom, sending him flying to the ground in high speed whilst he scored for the Tornadoes. One half of the stadium burst out into loud boos, while the Tornadoes half cheered their lungs out in encouragement.

Katie let out a deep breath in pride, aroused by Marcus’ savage and less than sportsmanlike behaviour. Maybe, just maybe, he’d manhandle her a little tonight. With those big, strong hands…

“Sissy?”

Once again, she tore her eyes off the pitch and turned to her brother, fully prepared to give him a piece of her mind if dared to take the piss out of Marcus or her. To her surprise, though, Micky had his gaze fixed on the match, his brows furrowed in concentration as if he was examining an exotic potion’s ingredient. “Now what? I’m busy here.”

Michael took his time to answer, clearly mulling over his words. Eventually, he turned towards, his lips curled up into a small smile, sad almost. “Flint… is he really it for you?”

Although her first instinct was to cry ‘yes’, she stayed quiet. Instead, she shifted her focus on the match just in time to see the Tornadoes Seeker catch the snitch. The match was over. As the crowds burst out in celebration, she only had eyes for Marcus in the middle of the pitch. He held up his hand to her, fingers spread out. Five minutes from she’d meet him by the changing rooms and they could go home as they’d agreed. Strange how his flat had become home to her.

“If you’re asking if I’m gonna marry him,” she began when Micky nudged her to get her to answer, “I don’t know, we haven’t been dating for a year. But for now, yeah, he is it for me. I can’t imagine waking up one day and knowing that he won’t be there. I love him, very much, and Micky?” She grabbed his hand, squeezing it hard. “I love you, too, even if you are the greatest git alive.”

Even though Michael scoffed at that, his smile grew. “Of course you do, I’m a loveable Puffskein.”

Katie let out a laugh, shaking her head. “Yeah, almost.”

“What do you mean almost?”

Her laughter died down and she scooted a seat closer. “Be nice to him for a change, yeah? At least be civil enough to greet him back when he says hello. For me?”

Like her earlier, Michael took his time to answer her. It wasn’t until Katie picked up her new, flashy valise and walked away, he spoke up. “I will, sis.”
Tags: alof, hp fanfiction, incomplete fic, katie bell/marcus flint, plotbunny graveyard, rating: pg-13
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