Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. It belongs to J. K. Rowling.
Why You Love Me
Katie stood outside, waiting for Marcus to emerge from the locker room. She put her umbrella down and quickly stepped under the eave of the building and watched the rain pour down. She ran a hand through her hand to tame the frizz that the rain had caused.
Inside the locker room, she heard a mix of laughter and complaints. Most of the complaints were coming from no other than Draco Malfoy. The guy really had to suck it up. Of all the voices, she could easily pick out Marcus's, talking to Adrian Pucey about the upcoming Slytherin v. Ravenclaw game.
She pressed against the wall as the players left the building. As the lights were turned out and Marcus retreated to the captain's broom closet sized office, Katie slipped into the locker room, careful not to be seen by the Huffelpuff's going to practice, already soaking wet. She waited for her eyes to adjust before walking the short distance to the office and rapped twice on the door.
"Malfoy, leave me alone for one bloody second," Marcus growled. Katie raised her eyebrows.
"That's an awfully low insult, Flint, even for you," she said, smiling.
"Bell," was all he said before opening the door. "What are you doing here?" she shrugged. "Thought you'd be a little more careful, seeing as this is all your idea."
Katie scoffed. "We hardly see each other alone, so I-"
Marcus cut her off. "Joking, Katie, merely joking." She put her hands on her hips.
"And where was the humor of it, then?" she asked, sitting down in his desk chair. He shrugged and shut the door. Katie examined the Quidditch plans on his desk. He gathered them up, giving her a look as he did so. She looked at him. "It's not like I was going to run off and tell Oliver."
"Wood isn't a concern of mine," he said, leaning against the desk. She looked up at him.
"Are you afraid of Harry or that I just might bat my eyelashes and you'd drop the Quaffle?" she asked, taking his hands in hers. He rolled his eyes.
"Hardly."
"Then what is it?" she asked. He shrugged.
"They aren't finished," he said simply. She smacked his arm. "What?"
"I was about to ask if you just didn't love me enough to show them to me," she said. He looked at her.
"Katie Marie Bell, I could care less about you seeing my Quidditch plans," he said, kneeling down to press his lips to her forehead.
"Good," she murmured.
"But then again…" he said, smirking. She hit his chest.
"Marcus, Nathaniel Flint, can you be serious for a single minutes?" she asked.
"Of course I can," he said, kissing her lips. "Someone could see us."
"Only the Huffelpuff's are out for practice. I don't think they would break into your broom closet sized office and catch us," she said. He shrugged.
"It's possible. After all, Huffelpuff takes all the 'rest'," he said. She rolled her eyes.
"Then they would be in either Gryffindor or Slytherin, if they were brave enough to break into your office."
"I suppose."
"So you're saying I'm right?"
"No."
"Wrong?"
"No."
"Then what?"
"You're in between."
"In between?"
"Yep."
"You're so weird."
"And that's why you love me," he said.
"I guess," she said and kissed him.