I am just using the world of JKR!

This is Katie's 6th year, her 4th and 5th year have both been posted already, but you can read this one on its own!

Oh and please do review, be nice on the spelling/grammar though… I know I am rubbish with it!

Chapter 1

It was July and Katie was still living with the Woods. Most of her time was spent training with Troy, and one of Troy's friends who plays for Scotland Alec. They were amazing, and Katie could not believe her luck.

"Damn it Katie." Alec snapped at her. "I want you to dive harder."

Katie nodded, she was exhausted, it was almost 9pm and she had been on the pitch sense 6am. First with Wood helping him out, then with Troy, and last with Alec.

Alec, a 6'4, well-built, green eyes, and nearly black hair, was the only one who never stopped yelling.

"BELL!" He shouted as he landed, Katie looked down at him and laughed.

"It's amazing you still have a voice Alec." She landed next to him.

He blinked a few times at her. "You're good Katie. I just want you to be the best."

"I know." She smiled. "It's why I don't take it personally when you yell at me, or attack me."

He rolled his eyes at her. "Go shower, change, and get out of here."

"Thanks Alec. I'll see you on Saturday?" She asked heading to the locker room.

"Yes you will." He sighed laughing. "Hey Katie hang on, do you mind helping me with something after you shower?"

"What is it?"

"I need help looking nice," He took a gulp. "I'm going to ask Abby to marry me." He looked rather nervous, Katie laughed.

"Of course I'll help you, shower put on boxers and a white t-shirt." She smiled. "Then we'll look at what you have."

He smiled at her and skipped off to the men's locker room. When Katie had finished her shower and walked into the men's locker, she found a very worried looking Alec.

"Alec?" She asked looking down at him.

"Katie, I've got no clue." He sighed looking at the 3 sets of dress robes he had.

"Here." Katie said picking out a forest green one. "They'll help your eyes."

He looked up at her confused.

"Alec you've got amazing eyes, so where this, and relax." She said messing with his hair a little. "Be yourself, so your hair is going to be a bit messy."

"Katie—"

"Alec." She gave him a stern look. "I may be a bit into Quidditch for a girl, but I am still a girl."

He laughed and nodded. After about 30 minutes Alec was ready. He looked rather good. He looked nervous, but that was to be expected.

"Good luck." Katie smiled and hugged him.

"Thanks Katie." He smiled and pop, he was gone.

Katie gave a bit of a laugh and walked out onto the pitch, she was not quite ready to go home. She hated to admit it but she had other things on her mind.

"Katie?" A harsh voice that was oddly calm called her. When she turned she could not hide the shocked look in her eyes.

"Marcus." She gave a week smile.

"What are you doing out here so late?"

"Just finished practice." She answered.

"Practice?"

"I'm training all summer." She answered looking worried at him.

"Good." He smirked a bit.

"It is." Katie answered. She couldn't hold herself back anymore she flung herself into his arms. Some how this still shocked Marcus although it was really what he needed.

"Ka—"

"Don't Marcus." She said resting against him.

He thought about saying something else, but he was too scared that he would drive her away. After a few minutes however he could not stay quite.

"Why?" He asked brushing his fingers through her hair.

"Why what?" She whispered not letting him go.

"Why me?" He sighed. "Why are you hugging me?"

"Because." She sighed. "Your."

"Katie?"

"Marcus I like you ok?" She sighed letting go of him standing in front of him. "As much as I hate to admit it, I like who you've become."

"You do?"

"Yea." She sighed looking into his dark blue eyes. "Why are you hiding?"

He gave her a puzzled look. "I need to talk to you."

"Ok." She nodded. "The stands?"

He nodded wanting to take her hand, but he was being shy. He looked a bit odd when he was shy. It didn't fit him. So she smiled and took his hand.

"I never knew you to not go after what you want Flint." She laughed, and he glared at her wrapping his arm around her. "Ah that's the Marcus I know."

He rolled his eyes at her, and she laughed. As they reached the top level of the stands and sat down Marcus turned to face her looking rather serious.

"Katie. My father is pushing me to take the mark." Katie tensed up when he said that. "I'm not going to Katie. It's complicated."

"I don't want you to take it." Katie said looking into his eyes.

"That's part of the reason I didn't." He gulped.

"For me?" She looked at him rather shocked.

"No one has ever been nice to me before," He mumbled so she could barely understand him.

Katie had no idea what to say to him. It all seemed a bit unreal, but perhaps it was the way war was, or what was soon to be war. She did however rest her hand on his shoulder.

"My father has kicked me out and disowned me, I've got my own place, and it's not far from the Falcons training grounds." He looked up at her rather nervous.

"Marcus why didn't you write me?" She took his other hand looking into his eyes.

"I" he sighed looking away from her. "I don't know."

"You should have." She sighed hugging him. "I never thought I'd be comforting you."

He would have glared at her, but he was too happy to have her in his arms. It was comforting, and felt safe.

"I'm sorry." He muttered.

"It's ok." She felt safe in his arms, and it scared her. She was not supposed to like him. He was Marcus Flint, the meanest Slytherin, known as the meanest Falcon, and here he was about to brake into tears in her arms. "Marcus, I want you too be careful."

"Careful?"

"Yes." She gave a weak smile as she parted taking his hands again. "I don't want you to be hurt."

"I'm a Quidditch player I get hurt all the time, Bell you know how that goes." He gave her a smirk.

She hit him on the shoulder; he pulled her into him. Katie could feel her heart racing, it was an odd feeling, and she never really had this feeling before. Marcus was dangerous, and she was a good girl. The mix seemed almost comical, yet Marcus had a heart, whether anyone wanted to believe it or not.

"Marcus I'm worried about you." She muttered taking a breath in; she liked the way he smelled, a bit of pine, spice, and sweat. It was a warm sent, safe, and she rather liked it.

"Don't be."

"Marcus—"

"Katie I don't want you to worry about me."

"Someone has too." She snapped a bit.

"Fine." He snapped. "Just be careful."

"Me, be careful?"

"Yes." He sighed. "We are all in a hard place, I want you to be safe."

"I'm sitting with you aren't I?" She muttered pushing her head against him a bit; he tightened his arm around her.

He smirked and shut his eyes; he never wanted to admit that he didn't want to live without her. He knew she was going to be Oliver Wood's, everyone knew that. It was just the way that it was. Everyone loved her, and she would go for the best looking of the bunch.

They sat in silence for about half an hour.

"Marcus?" She sighed.

"Hmm?" He said lazily.

"I have to go. Mrs. Wood is going to worry." She muttered, but she didn't pull away.

"Ok." He sighed kissing the top of her head.

She smirked and got up a bit and looked into his eyes. She smiled and brushed a hand on his check, she leaned forward and gave him a soft kiss.

"Marcus write me, or come visit me." She pleaded with his eyes.

"I promise Katie." He gave her a true smile.

"Good." She got up looking down at him. "Are you alright?"

"I will be." He answered.

"I'll stay if you need me." She had a bit of a worried look in her eye.

"Go. I'll write or floo if I need anything." He brushed a hand on her check. She thought she was going to melt but turned and walked away.

It was the hardest thing she ever had to do, and she could not figure out why.