Okay, here's chapter 2. Thought I give you another one before I have to go to school again tomorrow. And then I'll only be able to write/update on weekends.

Lissa: Glad you liked it, and here's the next chapter!

Evilevergreen: So you liked the appearance of the stalker? Then you will LOVE this chapter!

TriGemini: Well, I didn't want to be too hard on poor Oliver, so I stayed with 'severe'. Well, what do you think happened to her broomcare kit? But, I guess you'll find out below anyway, so… just read on.

Tiarwen: Do you really expect me to answer ANY question involving her stalker? Where would all the fun be in that? Anyway, I hope you'll like this chapter, too.

Angelface04: Is it just me or is someone out there 'slightly' desperate for another chapter? Well, I hope this one doesn't disappoint you!

Chapter 2

A not so ordinary afternoon

"Hey Angie, are you alright?" Quinn London, another chaser of Puddlemere United asked her. When Angelina looked up from her bottle of butterbeer she noticed, that the other six were all staring at her.

"Huh? Have I missed something?" Meriel held her hand in front of her mouth to prevent herself from spitting out the butterbeer she had just drank and Oliver, who was sitting next to her shook his head.

"Not really. Lance just tried to make a joke, but nobody could laugh about it, as usual." William James, the second beater and oldest player of the team explained her.

"It was a good joke!" Lance grumbled.

"Lance, Benny's telling better jokes than you!" William replied dryly.

"Will, I really hate to tell you this, but your little Benny is not yet a year old and far from telling jokes." Quinn told him just as dryly.

"Do you notice something?" William grinned and patted Lance's shoulder. Lance's face went scarlet when the other five player started to laugh about what William had just said.

"And now tell your dear uncle Will whom you've been dreaming about." Will leant his elbows on the table and put his head onto the back of his hand. His black eyebrows rose and sunk over and over again and his blue eyes sparkled amused when he looked asking at Angelina.

"Dear uncle Will seems to be way to curious today!" Angelina told him dryly and smiled at him. Will pouted and took both his hand to cover his heart.

"These young girls! How can anyone be so heartless?"

"I think you were in better hands with the theatre rather than on the Quidditch pitch." Meriel grinned and drank her butterbeer.

„The women today! Really now! Jasper, in really hope for you, that Sue knows better how to behave than our two ‚innocent angels' here. Otherway you'll have a hard time being married." Will joked.

It went on like this for another hour, before the seven of them went their own ways. When they left the Puddlemere Inn Oliver put his arm around Angelina and led her in the direction of her flat.

"So, what was really the matter with you before?" He asked her once they were out of earshot of the others. Angelina sighed and leant into the embrace.

"My broomcare kit is gone." She finally said depressed. Oliver frowned at that and stopped in the middle of the street. He turned Angelina so she was facing him looked seriously at her.

"That is slowly getting eerie, you know. How many things have it been by now, which have disappeared in the past two years?" Angelina shrugged.

"I didn't count them." She said silently.

"Angie, it's about time that you go and report it. It isn't normal, that all those things of you have just disappeared. Especially not only stuff that belongs to you. If it had been all of us who had something missing, I'd say it is nothing but an ordinary thief. But this isn't normal anymore."

"What do you expect me to do? Go to the ministry and ask them if they could send an auror, because I'm missing some t-shirts, lucky charms, hairbrushes or Broomcare kits?"

"Yes!" was all Oliver said. Angelina shook her head.

"There's no point in that." she replied and started to walk on.

"Angel, I'm worried about you!"

"There's no need to be. Everything's fine." When she noticed that Oliver wasn't walking next to her anymore she turned around to face him.

"Believe me! There is not the slightest problem!" Oliver just shook his head and walked towards her.

"As soon as even the tiniest thing of your belongings disappears, I'll personally drag you to someone who will take care that this will stop!" he threatened and continued to walk home with her.

"You know, the best way to protect me, is by staying another one or two hours with me." Angelina suddenly said casually.

"And while you're already here… I have a package of Spaghetti in the cupboard and minced meat in the freezer… then maybe you could…"

"I knew it. I only love me because of my gourmet cuisine." Oliver replied dryly when he held the front door of the house open for Angelina to go through.

„Not only because of the cooking… but it is the biggest part of my feelings for you…" Angelina told him with a wink and unlocked the door to her flat.

I see how this guy puts his arm around you, as though you'd belong to him. And you let it happen, as though you'd like it! But I know it better! I know that you don't like it when he touches you! But you will like it when I touch you! And soon the time will have come! Soon you will have forgotten all about those idiots and I'm the only one who will matter to you!

You are too good for them! You are like a rose, a rose who's standing in the middle of stinging nettles. Way too good for all of them! I'm the only one who's worthy of you, my rose. My angel. Soon you'll be with me! And nobody else will ever touch you again!

Then I won't have to content myself with souvenirs of you any longer. Then you'll be with me! For ever!

"Mhm, that smells delicious!" Angelina said and looked over Oliver's shoulder into the pan, in which he was cooking the sauce. He tried to push her away with his shoulder when she grabbed a wooden spoon and tried to taste the sauce.

"Hey, the least you can do when I'm playing the cook for you is to wait until the food is ready." Told her and stepped between her and the pan. Angelina in the end had to surrender. She wasn't small at all but unfortunately Oliver was still about a head taller than her.

"Meow." Radames sneaked between the two of them and looked up at Angelina while he was rubbing himself against her leg.

"Hey sweetheart." Angelina bent down and lifted Radames into her arms.

"You see, even Radames wants to get a bit of the sauce!" she told Oliver and buried her face in Radames's soft fur, which caused the cat to let out a satisfied purring sound.

Oliver let the spoon sink into the sauce and putt the spaghetti into a pot with boiling water. Then he turned around towards Angelina and her cat stroke Radames's head. The cat moved his head towards Oliver and his purring became louder.

"Well, maybe you should also try to purr like Radames." He said and winked at Angelina before he took the wooden spoon again and tasted the sauce himself.

"Mhm… I've outdone myself again with this." He closed his eyes and grinned and when he opened them again he saw Angelina standing next to him pouting and putting on her best sad-lost-little-puppy eyes. He rolled his eyes and put some more sauce onto the wooden spoon. Then he held the spoon with the sauce in front of her. Angelina grinned and finally got to taste the sauce for herself.

"I always knew, why I let you do my cooking!" she said and licked her lips. Radames was slowly becoming way too active in her arms now and so she let him jump back down onto the floor.

"You could already lay the table; this here will be ready soon." Oliver said, turning back to do the cooking and Angelina complied without complaining.

Soon they were sitting opposite each other at Angelina's kitchen table. Both of them had a plate filled with spaghetti and sauce Bolognese standing in front of them. There had even been some sauce left for Radames. The cat was now sitting contently in front of his bowl and chewed on a piece of the minced meat.

"I really could get used to this, I mean, letting you cook for me." Angelina told him, when they were finished with eating.

"You are already used to letting me cook for me!" Oliver only replied and pushed his now empty plate away from him.

"The way you say it, one could think it is some bad thing." Angelina grinned at him.

"You are impossible." Oliver told her and shook his head. Angelina just continued to grin and went to wash up the plates, pan and pot, while Oliver gave all his attention to Radames which the cat enjoyed immensely.

Suddenly, Radames turned his head towards the direction of the front door of the flat and hissed. Oliver tried to hear something, but he couldn't hear anything unusual. But when Radames didn't stop and finally even started, to scratch on the front door, Oliver without hesitation lifted him into his arms and opened the door to look if someone was in the hall. But he couldn't see anyone. But when he was just about to close the door again he saw the bunch of flowers lying on the floor.

He looked around once more to see if there really wasn't anyone around then took the bunch of flowers with his free hand and brought them back into the flat. The front door of the flat he closed with a kick of his foot.

When he went back into the kitchen Angelina looked asking at him.

"What was it?" Oliver put Radames back onto the floor and gave Angelina the flowers. Angelina raised her eyebrows and starred at the bunch of red roses in her hand.

"They were lying in front of your door." Was all Oliver said. Angelina searched for some hint as to who it was who had sent her this flowers and soon she found a small envelope. She took it out of the roses and put the flowers onto the table so she could open the envelope. She pulled the small red card out of the envelope, opened it and read the text which was standing on the inside of the card. Her eyes widened and she took a deep breath of air.

"Angelina? What is it?" She looked horrified at Oliver and held the card out to him.

„Maybe…maybe you were right after all!" she said and looked disgusted at the roses. Her hand went to her neck and she swallowed hard.

My angel,
soon the day will come,
when you belong to me.
Then we will be together forever.
Just you and me. Just you and me, for ever!
And no other man will dare to bother you
with his presence
I alone will be with you!
Soon, my angel, soon!