Disclaimer: As much as I love Harry Potter, I don't own any of it!


"Everyone, listen up. I'd like to announce our newest Chaser, Katie Bell. Congratulations, Bell, welcome to the team."

Katie squealed and jumped around the Quidditch field while the Weasley twins, Angelina Johnson, and Alicia Spinnet cheered loudly, before giving Oliver Wood, the captain, a warm hug. "Thank you so much! And call me Katie."

"We're going to win the Cup for sure this year!" Wood beamed. "We've got the twins, Angelina and Alicia for size, Katie for speed, and…"

"You're forgetting something," interrupted Angelina. "We still don't have a Seeker."

"I'll get to work on that," he brushed her off quickly. "But the point is, we actually have a chance of beating Slytherin this year."

"Is that so, Wood?"

Katie turned to see the Slytherins walking in unison towards them, led by a tall, tough, muscular brown-haired sixth-year boy with large, crooked teeth. "You think you can beat us now that you have a scrawny little blonde on your team?" Marcus Flint threw her a dirty look.

Now it was Katie's turn to talk. It did not matter to her that she was barely as tall as his chest; she walked right up to him and said, "Watch your mouth, troll, because I could probably fly circles around you any day." Flint hissed in anger, teeth bared, and looked as though he was going to strangle her.

Fred and George whistled and clapped. "Looks like you just got beaten by a twelve-year-old, Flint," they taunted him and proceeded to high-five each other.

"So who's your Seeker?" Flint sneered, looking at the six Gryffindors.

"That will be a surprise," Wood said tightly. "He's not practicing with the team quite yet; I'm giving him private lessons."

"See you on the field," Flint said gruffly and motioned for his team to leave, but not without looking back at his new opponent with both disdain and a bit of respect; nobody dared stand up to him, not even his own team. But to Katie, it was mostly of disdain, and she glared right back him with fierce determination.

"You're going down, Flint," she said quietly.


"So we do have a Seeker after all?" Alicia Spinnet said. "Why didn't you tell us?"

"I want to keep it on the down low, because the rules are already being bent enough as it is," Oliver explained. He lowered his voice. "It's Potter."

Everyone gasped. The Harry Potter would be playing for them? "Can he even fly?" Angelina was skeptical.

"McGonagall caught him catching a remembrall during flying lessons yesterday and brought him to me," he said matter-of-factly.

"But first years aren't allowed to play!" she protested.

"Exactly what I meant," he said impatiently. "Now, the first match is in three weeks. We start practice tomorrow at five."

The next three weeks were intense; three-hour practices six days a week led Katie to constantly skip breakfast during the week to finish her homework in the morning because she would be too tired to do it the night before. Sometimes she would even be late to class due to oversleeping.

A couple of days before the match, she woke up to hear the clock strike nine. "Shit!" she said aloud as she realized she was the only one left in the girls' dormitory. "Why didn't anyone bother to wake me?" She shook her head and scrambled into her uniform before running out the door and sprinting through the corridors and staircases to the potions dungeon.

About halfway there, she ran into a large, muscular boy and fell backwards, her books falling out of her bag. She looked up to find herself staring into the piercing, nearly black eyes of Marcus Flint. "Going somewhere?" he smirked.

"No, I run through the corridors with my book bag for fun," she replied sarcastically before glaring at him as she reached for her books. To her surprise, Marcus bent down and grabbed her books for her, placing them in her bag before yanking her up by the forearm with one of his strong arms. "Um, thanks," she said uncertainly, surprised by his uncharacteristically kind gesture. "Shouldn't you be in class?" Katie asked.

"Aren't you supposed to be late?" he retorted, still smirking.

"Ugh, Professor Snape is going to kill me," Katie quickly got up and walked away before he could say anymore.


"And what excuse do you have for being thirty minutes late to class, Miss Bell?" Snape said icily with his usual stoic, expressionless face.

"She was asking me for Quidditch tips, Professor," Marcus Flint suddenly showed up at the door to the Potions classroom.

"Is that so?" Snape turned to Katie.

What? She thought. I was not! But she nodded anyway, slightly confused as to why he of all people would save her neck like that. He was a Slytherin after all.

"I extend my congratulations to you for making your House team," Snape continued. "As for you, Flint, five points from Slytherin. I do not need to explain why. Now before I was rudely interrupted by Ms. Bell here," some Slytherins started giggling, "please continue outlining the lesson, to be given to me by the end of class. Miss Bell, you may give it to me first thing tomorrow for half credit before we begin brewing. I highly suggest that you don't be late. I will not let you off so easy next time, even if you were with one of my students." Katie knew Snape tended to favor his students over everyone else; had he not covered up for her, she would've gotten at least twenty house points taken away. But what really left her wondering was why. Why had Marcus Flint, the Slytherin Quidditch captain, their ringleader, covered up for a little blonde second-year Gryffindor like her after jeering at her the day before?


This is my first Harry Potter fanfiction of a shipping that I recently discovered and found appealing. Most of the stories with them I've seen are one-shots but I anticipate this one being 10-12 chapters long since there aren't enough of those! Anyways, comments/suggestions are appreciated!