Okay, I'm writing this without any chocolate being near me, and I guess that made me write Angelina's reactions the way I did. (okay, maybe not only because of the lack of chocolate, but I'm sure it has a lot to do with it!)

Also, this chapter has been the hardest to write so far. I wrote it, scratched a part of it, took half of it out, then rewrote the part in between and put the other half back in… (let's just say it was hell!)

TriGemini: Oh, Angelina will be really happy once she sees Flint! (okay, so I have my sarcastic phase right now, but then, I have this phase for as long as I can remember…) Say, have you somehow gotten to my pc? Because what you write Angelina wants to do and tries not to do sounds a lot like the next chapter!

Evilevergreen: I have a déjà-vu right now, haven't I just answered a review from you somewhere else….;) You all seem to be rather anxious to find out how Angelina will react once she sees Flint, I hope I won't disappoint you.

Tiarwen: Ah, I guess I should better warn you, I like to write chapter endings which other people refer to as cliffhangers (although I don't think they are cliffies…)

Anniebells: yes, isn't it really annoying when you have to finish reading a story? ;p well, when I think about it again… no it is not! So have fun reading on :D

Angelface04: oh god! Are you still alive? I really hope the meeting between the three old 'friends' will turn out good (concerning my writing and the plot).

Nikki: hope you'll also like this chapter.

Paixamouretchocolat: 'stalker freako' mhm… yes, I can say it ;p I hope you will still like the story as it continues.

Chapter 4

This has to be a nightmare!

Marcus made his way to Angelina's flat as slowly as it was possible. He had told Giles he should send someone else, but the old man didn't want to listen to any of Marcus's complains. For a second Marcus had even thought about falling on his knees and beg, but he was still too much a Slytherin to consider this a possibility for more than a second.

So now he was standing in front of the house where his newest 'case' was living in. 'The 'perfect' place to live in.' he thought sarcastically. The building was old, at least two hundred years, but it was clean and just 'perfect'. White stone, flowers in front of most of the windows… it looked like the picture of some greeting card.

'I bet the backside has nice little balconies in each flat' he thought while he opened the front door of the house and started to walk up the stairs to the first floor. 1

"Angie, please, stop pacing around!" Oliver couldn't take it any longer. Since they had come back two hours ago she was walking around aimlessly in her flat. As though it hadn't been hard enough to finally get her to call help. It had taken nearly two hours for him to get her out of the flat and bring her to report what had happened so far.

All the while she had tried to make it sound less serious than it was. As soon as the first shook after receiving the flowers and the card had been over, she had tried to convince Oliver that everything was alright, and that she didn't need an auror to watch her.

"This is so illogical. I shall trust someone whom I've never met before to watch over me for Merlin knows how long. He will have to stay here with me – alone! Am I the only one in this room who thinks this is rather insane?" Angelina asked for about the 100th time after they had returned. Oliver sighed. He was sitting on the couch, Radames lying next to him, complaining every time Oliver took his hand away from the cat's fur.

"Angel! Believe me, I would gladly stay here and watch for your safety my self, but I wouldn't trust myself of being able to protect you if this psycho came in here. I would forever blame myself if something happened to you!"

"Great, so now you can blame someone else if something'll happen to me!"

"Angelina! Nothing will happen to you!" Angelina walked towards the couch and stopped in front of Oliver. She leaned forward and placed her hands on the backrest of the couch, imprisoning Oliver's head between her arms.

"If nothing's going to happen to me, than I don't need an auror playing bodyguard for me!" she smiled sweetly at him, but the next sentence was said in anything but a sweet voice. "So you can go directly to this ministry guy and tell him to call his watchdog back!"

Oliver narrowed his eyes and glared at her. He would have to rephrase his statement from before. He would gladly LEAVE this flat as soon as possible. Slowly, very slowly, his friend was ruining his nerves! He could feel a headache starting to form. Before he could say something to her that would just lead them into another discussion, however, there was a knock on the door. Silently, Oliver thanked Merlin, God, or whoever was responsible for this timing.

"I guess your watchdog is here." He told her happily and grinned when she glared at him before she went to open the door. Oliver stretched his neck to see the front door when Angelina opened it. She was still looking at Oliver and glared at him until she had the door completely opened. When she then turned around and saw who was standing there, her eyes widened and she shut the door close immediately.

"This guy held an odd resemblance to Flint." Oliver told her dryly and raised his eyebrows at her when another knock, this time a harder and louder one, was heard.

"You should open it, I'd say." Angelina was still staring at the closed door, not really noticing what Oliver was saying. She had just imagined this. She hadn't really seen Marcus Flint standing outside her flat. This was NOT true!

"Angelina Aida Johnson!" Hearing Oliver say her full name brought her back to the reality and she registered the irritating knocking on her front door. She sighed and opened the door slowly, very slowly, not daring to look out in fear of seeing again someone who could NOT be standing there.

"Nice to see you too Johnson!" Marcus snarled when she had the door completely opened. Angelina closed her eyes and sighed. So it WAS true.

"So, are you going to let me come in now or do I have to watch over you from outside your flat?" he asked when Angelina just continued to stand there unmoving in the door. Reluctantly she stepped aside and let him in, closing the door behind her and leaned heavily against the door. 'Dear Merlin, let this be a nightmare!' she prayed silently, already knowing that no positive answer would come.

"Who the hell had the stupid idea of sending you here?" Oliver asked as he arose from the couch and walked towards Flint. Marcus looked at Oliver and raised his eyebrows.

"Isn't it a bit late for you to be out? Shouldn't you be home with your mummy? Or is there something I've not been told?" Marcus asked and looked from Oliver to Angelina and back again.

"I've been told she's living alone. Or are you just unable to protect your girlfriend?" Oliver narrowed his eyes at Marcus and took a step towards him. But just in this moment Angelina's brain decided to work again. She grabbed Oliver's arm and held him back before he could do something stupid.

"Oliver!" Oliver looked at her and sighed then he glared again at Marcus. Angelina let go of his arm slowly when she was sure, Oliver had calmed down enough.

"You'll be alright with IT?" he asked her and she nodded.

"Okay, I'll see you tomorrow morning." He hugged her and kissed her cheek. Before he left the flat he glared once more at Marcus.

"One wrong move and I'll kill you!" he hissed at him before he left the flat and left Angelina and Marcus alone.

So some people thought there was some kind of maniac out there who was after her, and she was left alone in her flat with Marcus Flint of all people. Right now, Angelina couldn't imagine which of both was worse. She only could think about one thing: SHE DIDN'T LIKE BEING ALONE WITH MARCUS FLINT AT ALL!

"So you and Wood." The former Slytherin said with a look around her living room area.

"Why doesn't he live with you?" he asked her curiously. After all, he needed to get all the necessary information to protect her.

"We're friends." Was all Angelina said. Marcus turned towards her and raised his eyebrows.

"Just friends."

"Oh, so that's what one calls it today?" He asked grinning and raised his eyebrows even farther. 'So at least he got his teeth straightened.' Angelina thought to herself, but that didn't keep her from glaring at him.

As though he owned her place he went farther into her flat, towards her kitchen. 'Who'd have guessed that!' He thought sarcastically when he saw the door leading to her balcony.

"And what exactly are you doing!" Angelina asked from behind him. Marcus turned around and found her only a few metres away from her, her arms crossed in front of her chest.

"Since I have to protect you from psycho-boy or psycho-girl or psycho-something else I need to know where your 'fan' can get in through. Do you have a fireplace which is connected to the floo network?" Angelina shook her head in response.

"No fireplace, no possibility to apparate in here, anti-localisation charms on the house." Marcus nodded shortly and then continued to walk through her flat.

"Hey! Has your mother never told you that it is highly impolite to just look around in somebody else's home?" she asked, slowly getting angry at him. Marcus didn't answer her and just opened the door to her bathroom. He looked around and then headed back out, almost running into Angelina in the hall.

She actually had to crane her neck to look up at him when he stood so close in front of her.

"Is this your bedroom?" he asked her pointing at the door opposite the bathroom door and withstood her gaze.

"Why?" she asked and narrowed her eyes at him. Marcus just rolled his eyes at her question.

"Because if you'll get your secret admirer to visit you at night, it will most probably be your bedroom he's trying to get in." he explained her as though he was talking to a child. Angelina sighed then nodded. Marcus took this as a confirmation to his earlier question and opened also this door.

He went past Angelina and walked into her bedroom. When he looked at the big window on the wall opposite the door he frowned. He went towards the window and looked out of it. It wasn't possible to climb up here. When he looked up he looked directly at the balcony of the house next to this one.

"Do you know who's living in there?" he asked Angelina and pointed towards the flat opposite her own.

"Yes, an old married couple, he's about 135, a former auror and almost blind, she is 127 and has worked in St. Mungo's all her life. They have two daughters who aren't living with them." Marcus only response was a nod. So no chance for the stalker to watch her from here. Nonetheless he closed the curtains before he turned around and left her bedroom.

Then he went back to the balcony door, opened it and stepped out. He went to the parapet and looked down. The house was on a street corner and her balcony was above the second street. On the other side of the street was a park, not a big one, but enough to spend a Sunday with the family in it. Besides the park were some houses which were designed for only one family. The park was a possible hiding place for the stalker. But still, no way to get into the flat.

"Are you often on your balcony?" he asked Angelina once he was back inside and had closed the door.

"Every morning." Marcus nodded again and looked around in her kitchen.

"You should stay inside until this is over." He told her and looked at her again. Her look told him enough about what she thought of all this.

"Believe me Johnson, I can think of a lot of better things to do with my time than playing your watchdog because some stupid fan of yours can't satisfy himself with wanking over one of your posters! And remember, it was YOU who called for help. It's not as though I came here and offered it."

Angelina glared at him and had to pull herself together with all might to prevent herself from kicking him somewhere where it would really, really hurt him.

"Nice speech, why don't you embroider it on a pillow?" She asked him instead. Marcus just rolled his eyes at her and went back into her living room area. He flopped down on the couch and waited for her to come into the living room area herself.

"Meow." Marcus took one slow look to his right and saw the black and grey striped cat sitting next to him.

"What is this?" he asked Angelina once she was also in the living room area.

"Really now, Flint, don't you even know what a cat is?" Marcus glared at her and looked back at the cat.

"Could you take it away from me!" It was not at all a question but rather a command. Angelina raised her eyebrows at him and took Radames into her arms before she sat down in one of her two armchairs.

"Don't tell me you're afraid of cats? How the hell could you protect me from some maniac if you're afraid of cats?"

"I'm not afraid of cats, but I can't stand them." Marcus told her and glared at the cat in Angelina's lap.

"Do you have any idea who your stalker could be?" he changed the subject.

"If I did know who it is, would you be here?" she asked him.

"I didn't ask if you knew, I asked if you had an idea! Any former lovers who might want you back? Some fan who has tried to get to you a lot? A guy who has asked you out but whom you refused? A woman who asked you out whom you refused? Anything?" Angelina shook her head.

"I can't think of anyone."

"Okay." Marcus said and ran a hand over his face. 'This will be a long evening!'

"Then lets start at the beginning. Think of every single former boyfriend, lover, anything you did as much as flirt with." He started and looked around for some paper and quill.

"Do you have something to write on?" He asked her when she stared at him.

"What?" he asked her, not understanding what he should have done now.

"You expect me to tell you whom I had a relationship with?" She asked him disbelieving.

"Exactly. Relationship, one-night-stands, affairs, flirts…. Whatever. Now do you have something to write on?" He asked her once more. Angelina pointed towards an endtable next to the couch. Marcus looked at the end table and actually found a roll of parchment as well as a quill and ink.

"So?" he asked her once more when he had everything set ready on the table, waiting for her to talk.

For all Americans: in Europe we have the ground floor and the first floor is over the ground floor.

Ah, don't you just die to know whom Angelina has been with? Well, I fear you will have to wait a bit :D