Okay, it's not that much longer than the last one, but therefore you're getting it already today (which I actually hadn't planned). And I just had to end the chapter where I ended it, because if I had put the next bit in too, it might have ended up too long (at least in comparison to my other chapters) and I might not have something to write during the weekend ;p

But I think the first part of the chapter might – just maybe – be a nice compensation for the short chapters. :D

Evilevergreen: To be true, I was actually thinking about giving her some secret affair with another Slytherin while she was still at Hogwarts…. But it just wouldn't let me write it down. And I hope you'll forgive me this short chapter as soon as you've read the first part of it.

TriGemini: Killing each other? Can you read their minds? ;p And yes, they did have a lot of fun talking about her past relationships. So much fun actually, that they will be talking about it again in another chapter.

Ella Palladino: You are a huge Fred fan, right? ;p

Angelface04: oh, believe me, I like the direction too! I never imagined how much fun it would be to write their 'small-talks':D I think I can tell you that Fred is NOT the stalker. I think it was in the second chapter (the one from the stalker's POV) where he was talking about some guys he thinks are not good enough for her. Fred was in it too.

Tiarwen: So you like the dialogues between Angelina and Marcus? Ah, I think I'll be able to give you some more of that…

Redcandle17: I just always wondered why exactly the Slytherin team was the only one which was an all guys' team… that was just one possible reason ;p

Nikki: I'm glad you liked the chapter.

Chapter 6

Mornings can be hell!

Angelina walked sleepily to the bathroom. But as soon as she opened the door she was wide awake and shrieked.

"What the hell are you doing here?" She asked and turned her back towards him immediately, but didn't leave the room. It was HER flat after all.

"What does it look like, Johnson? I was taking a shower." Marcus replied coolly and grinned at her reaction.

"Well, since it seems as though you're done, would you just get out of here!" she told him, not the least bit asking. Marcus' grin widened and he walked closer towards her until he was directly behind her.

"Why, never seen a naked man before?" He drawled close to her ear. Angelina narrowed her eyes and turned her head so she could look into his eyes. Then she met his grin with one of her own.

"Plenty. But not a naked troll!" She told him icily. "And now get out! I need a shower!" Marcus just glared one last time at her and walked past her, moving as close to her body as possible without pressing himself against her. However, when Angelina noticed that he still was naked she blinked a few times before she found her voice again.

"What the… at least put some clothes on when you're walking around my flat! There are windows here and people living in the houses next to this one!" Marcus threw his arms up in the air and sighed dramatically before he turned back around to face her once more.

"Could you decide what you want?" He asked while Angelina cursed silently and turned her head away so she wouldn't have to look at his naked form.

"You just said you wanted me out of the bathroom. But my clothes are in there. So what shall it be now? In with my clothes, or out without them?" Angelina bit her lip to prevent herself from cursing farther and turned around. She found his clothes lying on the floor and picked them up. She went back to Flint and shoved the clothes into his arms.

"Thank you very much." Marcus grinned at her. Angelina just glared at him and Marcus was sure he heard her growl when she turned back into the bathroom and shut the door close behind her. Shortly after that he heard the water running behind the door. He went back into the living room area and put his clothes on, always carefully watching the little beast Johnson called a cat.

Angelina fumed underneath the water. It seemed to be even hotter than it normally was, but today it couldn't soothe her. She was sure she'd go crazy before there was even the slightest sign of her stalker. She couldn't believe that of all people it had to be Flint who should protect her.

She groaned and leaned her head back against the cool wall tiles, trying to get some comfort out of it. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She was trying to think of something nice. Something she liked. She tried to think of Quidditch, of sleeping, of having her flat to herself!

But her mind had other plans and instead replayed the scene from some mere seconds ago in her head. Angelina had to suppress a scream. Marcus Flint standing naked in her bathroom was not a sight she wanted to remember. Or maybe…

"Oh no! No, no, no!" She told herself. "It's definitely too much stress for me! Way too much!" She washed herself in a new record time since the shower did nothing to relax her, so she wanted to go to training as fast as possible. Maybe she could get a Quaffle at Flint's head. She just would have to do it inconspicuous. A small smile found its way to her face when she stepped out of the shower and put her clothes on.

About ten minutes later she was sitting opposite Marcus at her kitchen table, her obligatory bowl of chocolate cereal before her, her eyes glancing over the headlines of the newspaper.

"Don't you have anything 'real' to eat?" Marcus asked when he looked at her cereal. Angelina looked up slowly to meet his gaze. She was already more than irritated by him. He reminded her why she had been glad of being an only child!

"What do you mean with 'real'?" she asked him and put another spoon full of the cereal into her mouth.

"I mean something you have to chew. Real food."

"This IS real food!" Angelina told him annoyed and pointed at her cereal.

"No, this looks like something an animal, one of these small, fluffy and cute animals would eat, but not a grown human being!"

"You're human? Why have you never told me that?" Angelina asked him mockingly and smiled sweetly at him when he glared at her.

'Giles, you will have to pay for this!' Marcus thought and closed his eyes; maybe he would wake up from this nightmare.

About an hour later Marcus was sitting in the stadium of Puddlemere United and watched bored as the team practised. Had anyone told him three years ago that as being an auror he would have to watch over Johnson he would have immediately declined the offer. But no, nobody had warned him that he would end up as a bodyguard for the Gryffindor.

'But she has a nice pair of legs!' he thought and had to grin at the thought. 'And if what I saw in that hallway in Hogwarts was any indication she must also have a nice pair of…'

"Watch it!" Marcus ducked just in time before this red haired seeker of Puddlemere United could slam into him. He saw her flying of towards the other direction, still following the small golden snitch.

Marcus growled when he looked back towards the pitch. Angelina was grinning at him, obviously enjoying what she had just witnessed. He scowled at her and looked at the male players of the team, trying to find even the slightest hint that one of them could be the stalker.

But he couldn't find anything that looked to be out of the ordinary. He arose from his seat and decided to go look through the building, the locker rooms and also get a closer eye on the fans.

Marcus leaned against the wall and sighed heavily. Shouldn't there be ANY sign of Johnson's stalker? He ran a hand through his hair and thought about where else he could search.

He looked up when he heard voices and saw that the practise was over and the team was on its way to the locker rooms.

"So, how was your first night?" Oliver asked Angelina while walking a few feet behind the rest of the team. Angelina made a face that left no doubts about just how bad it had been.

"What happened?" Oliver asked her sympathetically. Angelina sighed and shook her head.

"I had to tell him every guy I ever dated, had a relationship with and so on." Oliver raised his eyebrows at her and waited for her to continue.

"It was hell! Talking about this with Flint of all people was absolutely NOT on my 'things to do before I die list'!"

"So, he is now suspecting your ex-boyfriends?"

"I don't know. I think he suspects every single person he sees!" Angelina sighed and stopped before entering the building. Oliver looked asking at her when he too stopped.

"I don't want to go back home with him!" Angelina whined. Oliver had to suppress a grin and put his arm around her shoulder.

"Poor Angel." Angelina glared at him and shoved his arm off from her shoulder.

"This is NOT funny! How about we change and you go and live with that… that…. that…" she threw her arms up, showing that she couldn't even come up with a good swearword to describe Flint. Angelina sighed and shook her head.

"Look at me, just one evening with him and I'm already acting like a total bitch."

Oliver took a step towards his friend and pulled Angelina close to him, hugging her and stroking her back.

"Hey, I'm sure he'll find that psycho soon and then you are rid of him again."

"I want to be rid of him now." Angelina whined against Oliver's shoulder when she hugged him back.

Marcus watched them through the open door. He raised his eyebrows when he saw them hugging and wondered silently if there was still something going on between them. Maybe Johnson hadn't been so sincere about her relationships.

He frowned when he felt someone behind him, watching the couple like he did, but with an entirely different feeling. Marcus could feel the jealousy directed at the couple outside on the pitch. He turned around but no one was standing there.

Was his mind playing jokes on him? He could have sworn someone had been there. He had felt it way too strong for it to have only been an illusion of his own mind. He shook his head and turned back around just in time to see Johnson and Wood finally ending their lovey-dovey small-talk and walking into the building.

When Oliver walked past him he glared at Marcus, making his dislike of the former Slytherin obvious. Marcus grinned at Wood until he moved through the door behind Marcus, walking into the man's locker room of Puddlemere United. Angelina was just about to enter the other locker room when Marcus told her to hurry with getting ready.

"It doesn't matter how long I need to get ready, we're going all together to the Puddlemere Inn every day after the training." Angelina told him and Marcus sighed. More time with these people. Yippee!