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He would never, ever, be hers.
Alicia's words swam in her head, and she fought back tears as she walked through the corridors of Hogwarts. She knew she wasn't meant to be out of bed at this hour, but she wanted to get caught more than anything right now. The thought of seeing Alicia wound around Oliver in the hallways made her sick. She had to get expelled. It was the only way to keep her from seeing and hearing about them together. She started taking in her surroundings, looking for teachers. She had no idea where she was. It was dark and cold and the light from the torches shone green on the walls, but did little to illuminate the hallway.
She stopped in front of a door. As she turned the handle, something wrapped around her wrist. Her body froze as a hand covered her mouth. Whoever this was breathed heavily, and his or her breath was ice cold on her neck. The hand on her mouth was just as cold, and its fingers were long, bony and calloused. She felt hot lips press against her pulse, and the change in temperature caused shivers to run down her spine. The person was not saying anything. She felt his stubble graze her jaw line as he brought his lips to her ear. "Out of bed this late, Bell?" He sneered, closing the small distance between their bodies. She recognised his voice but couldn't say anything. She used her other hand to grab at the hand covering her mouth. In a swift movement he pinned her up against the door with his body, holding both of her hands above her head with one of his hands. "Don't touch me, mudblood." He spat, opening her legs with one of his knees. She lifted a leg and kicked him in his balls and watched as he fell to the ground. She tried to run but stopped dead in her tracks after a second. Her body was floating back to where her attacker was kneeling, with one hand on his wand and the other between his legs.
"Please let me go, Flint. Please!" She whimpered as he stood up.
"Why do you want me to let you go when I can help you?" He asked, flashing a grin at her which made her flinch. "I've heard about your boyfriend and that supersized whore you call a friend. I didn't like the way he treated you. You deserve better." Katie was sure she had been zoning out, because she didn't believe what she was hearing. "I want to help you to give him a taste of his own medicine." She stared at him in disbelief.
"Why?" She asked stupidly. Something was definitely fishy here.
"Because, as I had just said, I didn't like the way he treated you. Wood needs to learn how to appreciate a woman, and I think we should teach him." Flint wasn't smiling anymore. His eyes were dark with determination and he was staring straight ahead as if he was concentrating on a goal. Katie liked the way his hands were clenched into fists and his wand was about to snap under the pressure. Her feet touched the floor and she walked to stand in front of him, and break his concentration. She did not ask any more questions.
"I'm in Flint. Thank you for doing this." She wanted to lean up and kiss his cheek, but she knew he would change his mind afterwards. Instead she turned on her heel and walked down the corridor.
"Bell." He called. She turned to face him. "Don't tell your friends about this. They'll tell Wood." She knew he was right and decided then and there that he would be her only friend. She couldn't trust anyone in her house anymore, since Alicia and Oliver were friends with everyone.
"That won't be a problem, Flint." She smiled warmly. "By the way, how do you get out of here?"