***Disclaimer***Still not J.K. Rowling...still don't own these
characters...man. Not fair
Marcus lay on the couch, clutching his side. He had passed out after Bellatrix had used the Cruciatus Curse on him. He guessed it was the next day since the sun was just rising. Bellatrix had not gone easy on him with that curse. He lifted up his shirt to examine the bruise on his side and on his chest. The ugly black and purple marks stood out on his pale chest. He touched them tenderly and winced as the pain shot through him. He would not allow this to happen again; even if he had to march himself to Hogwarts and get the information himself.
Damn that Katie Bell, he thought bitterly. He had actually made up an excuse for her. Well, he'd make sure that he'd never have to do that again, either. She would get the information, and he would make sure of it.
Inspired, he got up and made his way to his desk. He pulled out a piece of parchment and scrawled a note out hastily.
"Tinks," he called to his house-elf, "get in here."
The little house-elf came through the door and bowed.
"Send this letter at once. It goes to Katie Bell at Hogwarts."
Tinks took the letter and left the room. Marcus lounged on the love seat, looking out the window. He knew it'd just be a matter of time before Katie appeared in his fireplace. A smile played on his lips. The letter had been just a tad bit provoking, after all. He had reminded her that if she failed to get the information, her family was in mortal danger. Well, that she already knew. But, for good measure, and because he was in a peevish mood, he had added that he'd see that all her mudblood friends were handed over to the Death Eaters as well.
Marcus knew that when Voldemort got a foothold in the castle, all mudbloods would be killed, as they should be. But Marcus had made that silly promise to Katie about saving her friends. He wondered if she had taken him seriously. Well, he wouldn't think about that now. He just had to wait for Ms. Bell.
As if on cue, Katie stormed out of the fireplace.
"What the hell, Flint?!" Katie hollered, waving the piece of parchment he had sent moments ago. Marcus smirked and stood up.
"I just thought a friendly reminder was in order, Bell. I wouldn't want you to miss out on any information."
"For God's sake, Flint! You've already threatened my family and now my friends. You don't have to do a lot more to make sure I'll spy for you!" She was near tears now. Why did he have to make this so hard for her?
"Well, I just want to make sure that everything is crystal clear, Bell. If you come to me again with Quidditch information, then I'll have one of your friends killed as your punishment," Marcus said coldly. His eyes had hardened and narrowed.
Katie marched over to him and hit him, repeatedly, on the chest. Marcus flinched, which made Katie stop. She had punched and hit him many times during their brief time together. He had always treated her attacks as nothing more than the buzz of a fly. She touched his chest with a bit of pressure. Marcus grabbed her wrist and put her arm down.
"What happened, Marcus?" She asked, momentarily forgetting about his threat. She shook her hand free of his grasp and pulled his shirt up. She gasped as she saw the black and purple marks on his chest.
"Oh my God, Marcus!" Katie placed her hand on his bare chest. Marcus didn't say anything or try to stop her. Katie looked up into his eyes, "Who did this to you?" She couldn't picture anyone attacking or bullying Marcus Flint.
"It was my punishment for your lack of information," he said quietly, lowering his shirt, not breaking their eye contact. Katie gasped as she realized that she was the reason he had gotten hurt. She thought for a moment that she saw a brief glimmer of vulnerability in Marcus' eyes. She didn't notice that Marcus' face was getting closer to her own. She felt his warm breath on her lips when she realized what was happening.
No Katie, she thought. She tried to pull back, but hadn't noticed that Marcus had his arm firmly around her waist. He was pulling her even closer and started to kiss her neck. For some reason, Katie Bell had this effect on him. He was attracted to her; he couldn't deny it. When she got too close to him, his better judgment flew out the window.
Katie struggled weakly against him. She didn't want this. Yes, she was attracted to Marcus, but it was wrong. Wrong for many, many reasons. Katie tried to remind herself of those reasons as Marcus' attention left her neck and was making its way to her lips. He stopped and looked at her. She licked her lips and Marcus smiled down at her.
"Katie," he said huskily, "you won't fail me again, will you?"
Katie felt the need to shake her head and to just kiss him, but she stopped herself. This was wrong. Marcus wanted to kill her friends and family. Katie pulled back again, but his strong arms were still holding her against him. Katie placed her hands on his chest and pressed down hard on his bruises. He gasped and his grasp on her was loosened. Katie quickly turned and stepped into the fireplace.
"Gryffindor Tower!" She said, and in a flash of flames she was gone, leaving a very frustrated Marcus behind her.
Marcus lay on the couch, clutching his side. He had passed out after Bellatrix had used the Cruciatus Curse on him. He guessed it was the next day since the sun was just rising. Bellatrix had not gone easy on him with that curse. He lifted up his shirt to examine the bruise on his side and on his chest. The ugly black and purple marks stood out on his pale chest. He touched them tenderly and winced as the pain shot through him. He would not allow this to happen again; even if he had to march himself to Hogwarts and get the information himself.
Damn that Katie Bell, he thought bitterly. He had actually made up an excuse for her. Well, he'd make sure that he'd never have to do that again, either. She would get the information, and he would make sure of it.
Inspired, he got up and made his way to his desk. He pulled out a piece of parchment and scrawled a note out hastily.
"Tinks," he called to his house-elf, "get in here."
The little house-elf came through the door and bowed.
"Send this letter at once. It goes to Katie Bell at Hogwarts."
Tinks took the letter and left the room. Marcus lounged on the love seat, looking out the window. He knew it'd just be a matter of time before Katie appeared in his fireplace. A smile played on his lips. The letter had been just a tad bit provoking, after all. He had reminded her that if she failed to get the information, her family was in mortal danger. Well, that she already knew. But, for good measure, and because he was in a peevish mood, he had added that he'd see that all her mudblood friends were handed over to the Death Eaters as well.
Marcus knew that when Voldemort got a foothold in the castle, all mudbloods would be killed, as they should be. But Marcus had made that silly promise to Katie about saving her friends. He wondered if she had taken him seriously. Well, he wouldn't think about that now. He just had to wait for Ms. Bell.
As if on cue, Katie stormed out of the fireplace.
"What the hell, Flint?!" Katie hollered, waving the piece of parchment he had sent moments ago. Marcus smirked and stood up.
"I just thought a friendly reminder was in order, Bell. I wouldn't want you to miss out on any information."
"For God's sake, Flint! You've already threatened my family and now my friends. You don't have to do a lot more to make sure I'll spy for you!" She was near tears now. Why did he have to make this so hard for her?
"Well, I just want to make sure that everything is crystal clear, Bell. If you come to me again with Quidditch information, then I'll have one of your friends killed as your punishment," Marcus said coldly. His eyes had hardened and narrowed.
Katie marched over to him and hit him, repeatedly, on the chest. Marcus flinched, which made Katie stop. She had punched and hit him many times during their brief time together. He had always treated her attacks as nothing more than the buzz of a fly. She touched his chest with a bit of pressure. Marcus grabbed her wrist and put her arm down.
"What happened, Marcus?" She asked, momentarily forgetting about his threat. She shook her hand free of his grasp and pulled his shirt up. She gasped as she saw the black and purple marks on his chest.
"Oh my God, Marcus!" Katie placed her hand on his bare chest. Marcus didn't say anything or try to stop her. Katie looked up into his eyes, "Who did this to you?" She couldn't picture anyone attacking or bullying Marcus Flint.
"It was my punishment for your lack of information," he said quietly, lowering his shirt, not breaking their eye contact. Katie gasped as she realized that she was the reason he had gotten hurt. She thought for a moment that she saw a brief glimmer of vulnerability in Marcus' eyes. She didn't notice that Marcus' face was getting closer to her own. She felt his warm breath on her lips when she realized what was happening.
No Katie, she thought. She tried to pull back, but hadn't noticed that Marcus had his arm firmly around her waist. He was pulling her even closer and started to kiss her neck. For some reason, Katie Bell had this effect on him. He was attracted to her; he couldn't deny it. When she got too close to him, his better judgment flew out the window.
Katie struggled weakly against him. She didn't want this. Yes, she was attracted to Marcus, but it was wrong. Wrong for many, many reasons. Katie tried to remind herself of those reasons as Marcus' attention left her neck and was making its way to her lips. He stopped and looked at her. She licked her lips and Marcus smiled down at her.
"Katie," he said huskily, "you won't fail me again, will you?"
Katie felt the need to shake her head and to just kiss him, but she stopped herself. This was wrong. Marcus wanted to kill her friends and family. Katie pulled back again, but his strong arms were still holding her against him. Katie placed her hands on his chest and pressed down hard on his bruises. He gasped and his grasp on her was loosened. Katie quickly turned and stepped into the fireplace.
"Gryffindor Tower!" She said, and in a flash of flames she was gone, leaving a very frustrated Marcus behind her.