Chapter Ten: Complicated

Disclaimer: All characters belong to J.K. Rowling.

Author's Note: This fanfiction is going to be different from my other stories. This begins during Chamber of Secrets and goes up until three years after the Dark War. So, pay attention the time, so you don't get confused. Some of the chapters are other Marcus Flint/Katie Bell stories, just with more changes and deleted scenes added.

Bold: Flashback

Time: Harry Potter and Goblet of Fire

Genre: Romance, Drama, and Friendship

The Quidditch World Cup

Marcus lay back against his bed with a sigh. He was not at home, as if he wished he were. Instead, he was in a tent at the Quidditch World Cup. He had not been home since he graduated from Hogwarts, almost three months ago. Quidditch life might sound wonderful to dreamers, but in reality, it was not. It was nonstop travelling, nonstop meetings, and nonstop press. It was annoying. He had to have bodyguard (an Auror) trail him at events like this. Luckily, his bodyguard was Kingsley Shacklebolt, who happened to be a friend of his dad's. Kingsley had also been one been one of his dad's students during Auror school.

The door to his tent was pulled back. "Hey," Brad Flint said as he stuck his head in. "How's it going?"

Marcus sat up. "Fine, I guess."

Brad came in and sat down on the edge of his son's bed. "Just fine?"

Marcus shrugged. "It's all I could think of."

"I see."

Marcus looked away from his father. "I need more comebacks."

Brad laughed. "I can see that."

"Damn, I need more."

Brad rolled his eyes. "That was better that time."

"I can use a more colourful vocabulary."

"I'm sure you can, but that's not here."

Marcus stared at his dad. "What are you talking about?"

Brad looked away from his son. "I suck at Muggle clichés."

"I can see that."

Brad hits Marcus playfully. "You didn't have to agree."

Marcus shrugged.

"Are you coming home after the Cup is over or are you going to your back?"

Marcus had a house about an hour north of Falmouth. His parents lived in northern England. He had been staying at his place instead of travelling back and forth all the time. It was easier. He really had not been there either since the start of summer. "Probably come to your house for awhile."

Brad stood up. "Good, I'll line up some projects." Brad owned a rather large farm and maintained it on top of being an Auror. The only way he kept up with it was through hired help. Currently Haley was the only one of his children still living at home.

"Great," Marcus said with a hint of sarcasm.

"I'd knew you'd feel that way," Brad said as he departed from the tent.

Marcus lay back down and closed his eyes. Soon he was asleep.

Third year Katie Bell rolled her eyes at the stupidness of her fellow classmates. Most of these students were older than her, but acted like two year olds. She had been placed in a sixth year Muggle Studies class, because she was a half-blood. The only reason she was in this class was, because she had missed too much school. It was either take Muggle Studies or repeat her second year. Most of her classmates were here, because they wanted an easy class to take.

She looked down at her old Muggle clothes: blue jeans and a red sweater. She did have to admit that she looked better than some of her classmates. These pureblood wizards didn't know how to dress like a Muggle.

She watched as her desk mate slide into his seat next to her. He was like her, taking this class because he had missed too much school. She studied him. He was wearing a pair of Levi's black jeans and a black button down long shelve shirt. On his feet, he wore a black on black boots. Katie figured that they were dragon hid. His dark hair was getting long and was starting to get a hint of a natural wave.

"You ready for this?" she asked him.

Marcus Flint rolled his eyes. "Yeah, sure."

It was time for the Muggle Studies field trip.

Katie wondered through the campsite. There was so many people there of different nationalities and speaking different tongues. She thought that it was all wonderful. She enjoyed going among the people. Most of the time, Marcus did not go with her. She knew that he hated being hounded by the press and avoided it at all costs. She did not blame him for hiding.

"Hey, Katie!" someone called from one of the tents.

Katie turned, her blond hair flowed out like the limbs of a tree. Oliver Wood was smiling at her. "Hey, Oliver."

Wood walked over to her. "How's it going?"

Katie looked at him. "Good, I've been with Marcus for a large part of the summer."

Wood winced. "Why are you with him, Katie? You could do so much better!"
Katie sighed. She was sick of them hating on each other. "He's a good guy once you get to know him!"
"And you think you know him!" Wood exclaimed.

"Yes, I do Oliver!"

"I've known him for twelve years, Katie, and the entire time he's been nothing, but a thickhead!"

Wood glared at her. "It's not you I can't stand, it's him."

Katie looked at him. "Why do you two hate each other so much away?"

Wood does not look her in the eye. "It's complicated."

"There is nothing complicated about it."

Wood started to walk away. "Everything is complicated about it."

Katie does not respond and stormed off. She knew that there was nothing complicated about hating someone. Nothing complicated about it at all...

She stormed back to the tent, unaware that Marcus was asleep. She pulled back the flap in anger and went into Marcus's bed. He was on his side with his back toward her. She was thinking that he was ignoring her or something, so she kicked him.

Marcus woke with a jerk and cursed. "I was asleep!" he exclaimed. He had not turned around yet. He did not know that his attacker was Katie.

"Well, get up!"

Marcus rolled over and looked at her. "Can I help you?"

Katie sat down on the side of the bed. "Yeah, why do you and Oliver hate each other?"
Marcus looked taken aback. "What?"

"You heard me."

"What brought this on?"

Katie shrugged. "He and I had a little chat."
"And?"

"Your name may have come up."

"And?"

Katie shrugged. "And I may have asked him, but he did not tell me a thing. He said I was complicated."

Marcus leaned back into his pillows. "Well, it is complicated."

"Are you going to tell me?"

"Nope."

Katie stood up. "Why?"

Marcus rolled back over. "That's the price you pay for waking me up."

So, I've decided to skip over the rest of the Quidditch Cup, because we all know what happens.