As I was climbing the cliff, I started to think of what I would do when I get up there. I still don't even know if he is still up there. Everything around me was starting to get dark. Is this my punishment for me ending it with Fred? For me wanting more adventure and excitement?
Darker. It really was getting dark. But it couldn't be. I stared at the sky. Nothing could compare to a day like this. I glanced down the cliff and suddenly felt dizzy. This can't be good. My legs started to give way and I collapsed.
I awoke and found myself laid on the grass on top of the cliff. How did I get here? I looked to my left and saw that the mysterious guy that I had seen earlier had his back turned to me and he was holding a Nimbus 2001.
"Excuse me but how did I get here?" I asked curiously but politely.
He remained silent.
I wasn't going to give up on knowing who he is. I just couldn't. "Hello, could you hear me?" I asked again.
"Yeah I could hear you, you Gryffindor slut," he replied.
"Excuse me?" I was shocked that I was hearing this from the man that helped me and let alone saved me from falling into a bloody painful grave.
The man turned around and I saw whom he was. I can't believe that I was so polite to him. It was no other than….
"What are you looking at?" he asked.
"I'm staring at nothing, Marcus," I replied. I was so embarrassed that I was so polite to him. Let alone, that I came up here to see who it was.
"Why did you come up here, Bell?" Flint asked.
"Uhh…Uhhh…I just…" I stuttered. I have no idea why I did. I just did that.
Marcus just looked at me and laughed.
"What are you laughing about?"
"The way you just stuttered when I asked you that question. It was priceless seeing that you are dating one of those pathetic Weasley twins," he smirked.
"Fred is not pathetic and I'm not going out with him anymore!!!!" I practically yelled when I said this.
I glared at Marcus again and he looked as if he was shocked by what I said.
"Oh really?" he asked.
I stood up from where I was sitting and replied, "Why yes. I really did break up with Fred. But he isn't pathetic. He's one of the funniest people I have ever known."
"Funny as in funny or funny as in he lost so many points for your house with his brother?" Marcus started to move toward me.
I took a deep breathe trying not to kiss him and let my hormones take over. "He's funny." As I said that, I took a backwards.
Marcus, in reaction of doing this, took a step forward toward me. I continued taking my steps back and he continued to follow. "So you really did like him. So tell me why did you follow me up here?"
I took one more step back and I started to feel myself getting off balance. I looked behind me and I was on the edge of the cliff. Then I felt something giving me support so I wouldn't fall down.
It was Marcus. He saved me for the second time today.
I held onto him as he helped me back up. When I did, I sighed and replied, "I came up here to see who was up here. I was flying on my Comet and I saw someone up here and I wanted to see who it was. Why are you up here? Were you spying on my team's practice session?"
"Oh is that annoying you, Katie?" he asked.
He called me by my first name. He has never done that before. I started turning to a scarlet red. "No it isn't. I'm just wondering why."
"I'll only tell you if you agree not say anything about me saving you," he grunted through his troll-like face.
"Okay I won't tell. Now could you please tell me," I was surprisingly being extremely sweet to him.
Marcus was looking down the cliff again and he looked back at me. He was also blushing. "I came up here so I could watch you."
"What?" I was so traumatized by this that I walked up to him and leaned on his shoulder. "Why do you think I came up here? I wanted to know who was up here because who ever it was, he was simply gorgeous."
Marcus's face twisted when I said "gorgeous." Yet, he looked pleased at the same time. "Gorgeous? You think I'm gorgeous."
I started to get embarrassed by this. "Well until now. I always thought of you as an insignificant jerk who thought that girls aren't allowed to play Quidditch."
"I still do think that," he said. Then he started to lean in to me and kissed me.