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Chapter 9

"What in Hades is going on in here? I thought I told you to keep him calm, Ms. Bell," Severus Snape shouted as he burst into the library, his long black cloak swishing behind him. "Didn't they teach you anything at St. Mungo's, or is this some sick version of "Gryffindor vs. Slytherin?"

"He said he loved me," she whispered, her thoughts truly muddled. Her blue eyes darted hastily between Professor Snape and Marcus, who had not moved since the older man had announced his presence. Marcus was still staring at Katie, his face distorted in pain, blood trickling down his side and dripping onto the Oriental rug, staining it forever.

"Yes, well he's probably delirious," Severus chided, "he has after all lost quite a bit of blood. Now Marcus, sit down! No, don't growl at me that way, young man. I took my wand to your backside more times than I can count when you were in short pants, and I won't hesitate to do it now," Severus declared.

Marcus reluctantly dragged his gaze from Katie and staggered back onto the couch. Katie lurched forward, her soft hands helping him down onto the cushy, cold leather. "Fuck," he swore quietly, pain searing through his back.

"What do you need from me," Katie asked Professor Snape, suddenly all business again.

"Well if you can control yourself," Severus chuckled darkly, "take off those bandages and see if the wound is partially or fully open again. No doubt he will need another blood replenishing potion."

Marcus closed his eyes as Katie's nimble fingers peeled back his blood-soaked bandages. Humilation, shame, and embarrassment coursed through him along with the pain. Did I honestly just tell her I loved her? What the fuck you stupid arse?! Maybe she will believe Severus…no, not likely. Fuck, fuck, fuck!

"Am I hurting you," she asked softly, her blue eyes scanning the open wound.

"No," Marcus growled. He watched her curiously as her brow furrowed, her small pert lips moving silently. What is she thinking? "Why?"

"You just seem upset…and, well, every time I touch you, you glare at me," she confided quietly. "I just wanted to make sure you weren't in pain. I can get you another potion, if you have need of it?"

She thought he was angry with her…what the hell! A minute ago I confess my love for her and she just acts as if nothing has happened…she couldn't possibly be dumb enough to believe Severus. Anyone who knows him could hear the sarcasm in his voice. This is getting too complicated…much too complicated. Why or why did I ever bring her here? Because you're obsessed with her, you daft prick! FUCK!

"What was that," Katie questioned, her sapphire eyes straying to his emerald green orbs.

Fuck…did I say something aloud? "Nothing," Marcus answered, his voice sounding much fiercer than he had intended.

"Ms. Bell, would you please check on Mr. Pucey?" Severus requested. Even he could see this situation was rapidly deteriorating. Before he had to withstand another emotional outburst, he decided to defuse the situation.

Katie paused, her eyes searching Marcus' blank orbs once more, before she responded, "Of course Professor." She stood and quickly walked across the room, letting herself through the door, her heart pounding all the way. You fool…you thought he would call you back…of course he's delirous! Stupid, stupid, stupid!

Professor Snape watched the library door close firmly behind Ms. Bell. Turning his attention to his godson, he commented, "Well, you've certainly gotten yourself in a fix this time Marcus. I told you Gryffs were dangerous."

Marcus winced, the pain in his side burning. "I don't have patience for you enigmatic bullshit today, Severus. Out with it, if you have something to say," he gritted.

"I was merely commenting on your "companion"…I do vaguely remember rumors from Hogwarts of you fancying Ms. Bell…"

"Sod off!"

"Excuse me…do you think that wise seeing as I have my wand pointed at a most delicate area of your manhood?" Severus quipped, his temper piqued.

"Oh forgive me dear Godfather. I would hate to think of you in an embarrassing or comprising position you didn't wish to remember…such as that one with Penelope Clearwater?" Marcus shut his eyes, breathing slowing against the pain, but inwardly smirking as he heard Snape's gasp. "Did you really think I was that drunk?" Marcus chuckled softly.

"I had hoped," Severus answered angrily. He began to spell his Godson's wounds back together again, marveling at the good job Ms. Bell has done prior.

"How is Adrian?" Marcus asked quietly.

Severus didn't pause in his motions. "He'll be fine…thanks to you."

"Yeah, right…thanks to me," Marcus replied darkly. Opening his eyes, he stared at his Godfather. "Ismene told me not to find her…the witch he sent us for…she said she was dangerous. She would be our downfall…"

"Bloody hell, Marcus! Shut you gob! Don't you realize there are spies everywhere?" Severus hissed. Noting Marcus' pained expression, his voice softened. "We were born into a certain position and in order to stay alive and protect those we love, we must remain quiet and loyal…no matter what we truly believe. While I do love Ismene, you must tell her to keep these things to herself…nothing good can come for you by knowing it." Marcus grimaced and Severus finished winding the new bandage around his leg wound. "In truth, I know how you feel," he whispered. "It was much the same for me long ago. Just concentrate on keeping yourself alive and keeping her safe," he finished, jerking his head towards the door Katie had exited.

Marcus closed his eyes, weary from the day. He tried to digest Severus' words, but all he could see was Katie's blue eyes.

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It was dark when he woke. Someone or something had drawn the curtains, shrouding him essentially in darkness except for the few dancing sparks of the dying embers.

"Why did you bring me here?"

Katie sounded drunk. Marcus shifted on the couch, eyeing her in the dying flames of the fire.

"Go to bed, Bell."

"Sod off, Flint. I asked you a fucking question, and this time I want an answer," she slurred, her blue eyes never straying from the dying remnants of the fire. In truth, she was scared to look at him…scared for what she would show. Her time here…it had weakened her.

"Didn't believe me before, eh? I must be a better actor than I thought," he chuckled darkly.

Katie's wand was suddenly pointed at the apex of his throat. "That's ENOUGH!" Marking the vexation on his face, she explained, "Snape gave me my wand…didn't want you bleeding out all over the carpet. Luckily for me he forgot…or maybe he does want you dead. I never did understand the sick twisted relationship you Slytherins seemed to have with your Head of House."

Marcus snatched her wand easily from her hand, a dangerous gleam in his eye. He pulled himself up deftly, ignoring the pain and cursing inwardly. "Didn't anyone tell you that Gryffs talk too much?" he said in a smug voice.

Katie tried to snatch her wand back in earnest, only to dive and miss. "You BASTARD!" she screamed. "I saved you!"

"Yes, many thanks I am sure I owe you, although I think you could have done a better job on the stitches," Marcus mused, perusing his thigh wound.

"I'll kill you!" Katie shrieked, her hands ramming into Marcus' chest as she sent him flying back on the couch. Both wands flew from his hands, clattering on the library floor behind him. Her small fists were attacking him, but he had been prepared. As much as his wounds hurt him, Marcus held her hands in a fierce grip and kissed her with all his might. His lips wound passively around hers, his tongue delving deftly in her mouth, staking its claim. Her small fists continued to pound against him, as his tongue plundered her mouth. Her hands began to relax, her body sank into his, as her mouth opened slightly and…oh, god, she moaned.

He was undone. Every rational thought had escaped his head with that one breathless sound. Katie's sweater was off in a second…her corduroys down and hastily thrown aside right after. Marcus couldn't think…her soft, smooth body was molded to his, …and oh Sweet Salazar…the sounds she was making.

As he divested himself of his own boxer briefs, he murmured, "this time it's for you Katie…this time it's for you, luv."

Katie thought to ask him what he meant, until his throbbing penis slipped within her. "Oh gods," she cried, still unused to the invasion.

A whisper of warning sailed through Marcus' hazy thoughts and he attempted to pull out.

"No, Marcus…please," Katie crooned, her thighs clenching, preventing him from withdrawing fully. "Please, don't stop…I need you," she whispered, her heart beating erratically.

"Well, well, what do we have here?"

Marcus glanced up in anger only to be met with Cassisus' amused expression.