Counting Her Tears

Chapter 2

A/N: I decided to continue this, because I liked it, and I got a most fantbulicious reviewer: Caitlin, who wanted me to continue as well, and to Caitlin, this is my favorite paring too! So, yea, I continued it, but I think I would like say /b reviews, does HTML work here, something said it did, whatever. Anyway, 2 reviews on this and I will do a part 3. Thanks—Emily

Disclaimer: Plots mine. JK has the people.

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"Hey, Flint." Katie Bell said, running through the halls after potions to catch up with him.

"Yeah Katie. What do you want?" Marcus stopped short, then turned to face her.

"I just wanted to thank you for being there with me last night, and comforting me. Thanks."

"Yeah sure."

"Uhm, is there anything I can do for you in return?"

"Like what? Tutor me," Marcus smirked at this. "I'm not an idiot, Katie, I can handle it."

"Well... I didn't mean that necessarily."

"Okay. Right." Marcus just shrugged. After being treated like shit by Katie's boyfriend, Olivier, he wasn't about to bend over backwards to make her feel good about helping the guy who she cried all over. It wasn't worth it too him at all. Damn Gryffindors, so damn goody-goody all the time.

"I'm sorry about Olivier." Katie said, reaching over to touch Marcus.

Marcus smirked once again, what a feat, Woods girlfriend seemed to be all over him now. "Yeah, you know what, Bell? I did something totally out of line, and out of my way yesterday. Just bug off, I didn't do it so you could be my little whore for one night. Merlin, get over yourself."

Marcus stormed off. The thought of Katie being someone's little whore for a night was shocking, yet humorous. But not quite imaginable. Katie started to run to catch up once again. "That's what you want?"

"What the hell is your problem? I said that's not why I did it. So maybe, that's not what I want." Marcus snarled. Her blonde-brown hair hung dejectedly in her face, and Marcus didn't care. She was beautiful to him, but he couldn't fathom how one so beautiful could be so insolent.

"Marcus... Maybe that's what I want." Katie said quietly, nervously almost.

"Right... Not everything is about you Bel—Did you just say that's what YOU want? To be my whore for a night? You sure have a hell of a lot of problems. Sleeping with me, though quite an opportunity for you, isn't going to solve them. Besides, I thought that's what Wood was for. Eh?" Marcus Flints infamous sharp, witty tongue had come back to him once again.

"I don't have a lot of problems, alright? I just don't feel like being around Oliver, who I broke up with a while ago, thought you'd like to know."

"I actually didn't want to know."

"You did." Katie laughed, putting a gentle hand on his arm, then standing on her toes, she kissed him. Softly, at first, which made him smirk, so he deepened it. Wood might be a softie, but he wasn't and would never be.

A minute or so later, Katie pulled away. "I'll see you soon, right?"

"Maybe." Marcus rounded the corner, leaving Katie with confusion on her lips.

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