Chapter Thirty-Five:
With that and a kiss, Marcus leaves for his pre-game practice and the Grangers watch as Hermione floos her list of friends and Mike. The whole group agree to keep it secret and she relaxes. "I only have one other ticket, so which one wants to come tonight?" She asks her parents.
The pair talk it over and decide that they both want to, so Hermione calls the stadium to see if she can get a ticket. She is in luck. The next seat over from her two is open and she pays for it. This way, Marc has all three cheering him on and she is able to show her parents what the game is about.
When Marcus gets to the stadium, he turns on his phone and makes sure that he is free from tracking spells and such. In the locker room, he casts his normal concealing spells on himself before changing and goes out on the field. There the captain, Paul Damaris is going over the plays for the game. "Nice to have to honor us with your presence today Flint." He calls out.
"Had something to do, Damaris. My life doesn't revolve around this bloody game, like others." Marc throws back with a raised brow. He knows his plays and movements, so flies up to do some warmups before he gets pissed off at the captain.
Also from up here, he can see where all the spectators are. The fact that there are reserved seats for the whole row that Hermione's seats are in worries him. In fact most of that section is reserved. This has never happened before.
The day goes by with the usual calls and sprints and drills. Now, they are heading in for a shower and to get their game uniforms on. Marcus recasts his concealment charms and heads for the showers. These are reconfigured. The cubicles are larger then they were even yesterday when he showered. He doesn't like what is going on, but has no proof yet, so he just snaps a couple photos and takes his shower.
Because he hears a lot of female moaning and the shower stalls are so big, he is able to keep his towel in with him and dry off without opening the door. He summons his uniform and checks it for charms and listening devices. After finding and removing about three of each, Marcus dresses and walks to his locker to retrieve his broom.
There is a note taped to his locker. He scans it and finds it covered with compulsions to break up with his girl and bed one of the groupies. He smirks at this blatant attempt.
Everyone forgets that he is the only one that went to Hogwarts and that he attended Hogwarts during the most dangerous years of the school's history, not to mention that his father was a mid level Death Eater.
He easily removes the compulsions and sends them to the coach's glasses, then opens the note.
Flint,
You are not conforming to the contracts. This is your last warning. Get with the program.
Marcus snorts and looks around to the other lockers and players. No other notes and the others are minding their own. He shakes his head and scans his locker door and then his broom. when both check out, he walks out of the room with a strong shield charm over him. He replaces the charm every chance he gets and makes sure that no one has messed with Hermione's seats, as she sent a text that she bought the one next to her seats for her other parent. Marcus cleanses the seats and casts shields on them as to repel any nastiness.
The next time he gets the chance to look down, Hermione and her parents wave and smile at him. He nods and flies off. Marcus' team wins, of course they do and he walks into the locker room replacing the silent shield charm yet again. So far nothing has happened, but he isn't taking a chance. He wasn't a Slytherin for nothing. He showers, being able to gain the enclosed stall again, scans his person and the stall for compulsions, tracking charms and everything else he can. He emerges fully dressed and with another shield charm in place, glad that he used an even stronger one, because here comes the whores. Before they get to him, the keeper that lost his woman due to the bitches and coach last season walks up. "I heard you have a girl. Don't fall for the bullshit, Flint. Make sure your girl is aware that this is going on, but that you are not involved. Don't make my mistake."
"I don't intend to, Matthues. My girl is well aware of the bitches and I have no need for their "charms". You find anyone yet, with this whole law thing going through?" Marcus asks him, throwing a shield over him as the man nods. "Yeah, Kaitie told me to keep near you, because she knew you in school and knows that you would not let anything like that happen in your presence."
"Ahh Bell. Yeah, don't worry about it. Sit with me and we'll shake our heads at the rest. Did you get a note on your locker, threatening one?" He asks as they walk out of the stadium and to Jack's Place.
Matthues looks at him for a moment and then nods nervously. "Yeah, I also saw that it was Watson and Deeaz." Nice, my fellow chasers. Marcus grunts and waves Matthues to a small table in a shadowy corner of the bar that the team frequents after games. Marc only plans to be there for maybe two ales and go home to his Hermione.
He texts his Princess, letting her know where he is. Not two minutes later, the woman of his dreams strides through the door. She is wearing her signature curly hair half up, showing off that amazing neck of hers. Hermione's face was fully made up (thanks to help from Ginny) with her kissable lips bright pink and heavily glossed. She has on large hoop earrings. Just that alone has Marcus and the rest of the male patrons drooling, but one look at her outfit makes him groan.
Hermione was wearing a dark green tight cropped tank top, which shows off her toned arms and shoulders, as well as her bust and flat stomach. She has a flouncy dark wash denim miniskirt and a pair of six inch silver sandals. Where does she get these clothes? Marcus wonders as he is overtly watching her now.
Out of the corner of his eye, he sees the women all glare at Hermione. Not only is she more beautiful, but she is dragging all the attention away.
The lead bitch, Ree, a distant cousin of the Delacour line in France, is really enraged. This bitch walks in and immediately steals all the attention from her girls. Granted, all she has done is walk to the bar and order a drink, but why was she here of all places?
To add insult to injury, the one man that she hasn't been able to even get a smidgen of notice from is undressing the bitch with his eyes.
Ree knows that she has no chance against the Hermione Granger, but that doesn't mean she isn't going to put up a stink. After calling around, she can't find out anything about who the woman is seeing, or who Marcus' so called woman is. On the second account, that is good. Maybe she doesn't exist.
Feeling emboldened by her thought, Ree saunters over to the table that Matthues and Flint are seated at. "Why are you two all the way over here in the corner?" She coos, earning a scowl from Flint. He takes something out of his pocket and opens it. When her face returns to it's normal expression, He snaps a photo, though she doesn't know it and smirks to himself as he sets the phone to voice recording. Got the first girl, and possibly the ringleader.
He decides it is time to put on a show, "Matthues, go home. You don't want to be wrapped up with this trash. Especially after the last time. Ree, I believe that is your name, seeing as I've heard the guys mention it, I am not even remotely interested. Now, I see someone that I knew from school across the way and I am going to go say hi. Please excuse us." He ushers Matthues out the door, to the man's relief, and walks up to Hermione, shutting off the recording device on his phone. She turns to him and tips her head.
Marcus smiles and motions for the bartender. "Please bring the woman a refill and me the same." He winks and sits next to her. "Act like we are just meeting up for the first time since school. That is what I told the skank over there." He whispers to her.
"You look familiar, do I know you from somewhere?" Hermione asks, scrunching her brows in confusion. Ah love, you are better than me. Marcus thinks and smiles back to her.
"Yeah, I was a few years ahead of you at Hogwarts." He holds out his hand. "Marcus Flint, my dear." Hermione places hers in his and he kisses it. Hermione smiles a bit and goes for the jugular.
"Oh, I remember now. You were captain of the Slytherin team when Draco first called me a Mudblood. Nice to see you did away with the uni brow and did you get your teeth fixed? Who ever did that, did a good job. Your overbite was legendary for a while, Mr. Flint." She looks at him with wide eyes.
Marcus laughs whole heartedly, how long has she been saving that up? "Yes, I do have to say you have grown into quite that lovely woman, Miss Granger." He reaches up and pushes a curl behind her ear. "Do you come here often?" He asks softly, he can't help staring into her eyes, like the lovesick fool he is for her.
"No, this is the first time. I just dropped my parents off after the game and thought what the heck, why not get a drink." She shrugs and raises her brow.
Marcus deftly switches out his ginger ale for her empty second one and sits back, enjoying the casual flirting that they are engaged in. "So, Miss Granger, how badly have you been trapped by this Marriage Law thing? My fiancee is the best thing that happened to me." He grins at her.
Hermione looks around the large room. "I hope she can withstand the stress of knowing that those hussies are always swarming. Did they go back in time and snatch some unfortunates from White Chapel? I mean that red head could be a dead ringer for Mary Kelly?"
Every so often Hermione comes out with stuff that the rest of the Wizarding World has no clue about. This time it is Jack the Ripper. Marcus raises both brows as if to say what? and she knows she did it again.
"Mary Kelly was a hooker, she and her group of fellow "unfortunates" worked around the Ten Bells in White Chapel. That is where your team gets the name I'd say. I mean how much of a coincidence is it that the team is based in this area and is called the White Chapel Rippers? Anyway, Jack the Ripper was never found, he killed ten and maybe more prostitutes in the course of a few months."
Marcus' eyes are opened wide. It makes a lot of sense. He always wondered why the jerseys had knives on them.
"That is ridiculous! Who has heard of such a thing?" A outraged voice cuts in. Hermione and Marcus turn to see Ree, mad as a wet hen, standing next between them.
Marcus smirks, he knows that Hermione is generally right, especially about what she says of the Muggle world. This is going to be good. He sits back and waits for the fireworks to go off. Hermione turns to the red head hootchie and stares at her.
"Go outside and look at the name of the bar." Hermione motions for her to do so. When the door shuts Hermione casts a non verbal, wandless ward on it and the back door, not allowing the whore to enter again. As with each of Hermione's wards, it is a mixture of her own making, so she is the only one that can unravel it and remove it.