Hello again! So here's the next chapter. Have fun with it!

TriGemini: Oh yes, she did definitely have a very interesting morning!

Ella Palladino: Well, since you've already met all the people (besides one, not so important doctor) of this story, I guess it is safe to say, that, yes, it is someone you've already met, but I don't think you could already know whom it is.

Angelface04: No, you have met the stalker already, but as I said above, I don't think you couldn't already know whom it is. Well, I'm not sure if Angelina loved the part about naked Marcus, but I for my part did :D And no, Oliver does not like Angelina as more than a friend. But we will find out more about what was between them in a few chapters. And I promise you it will be a very interesting chapter!

Evilevergreen: Oh, there should be some feelings soon, don't worry. :D

Quiddie15: okay, so lets try to put all those reviews together:
1. No, I've never studied psychology, ( Just had some odd teacher for religion during my 11th to 13th class, maybe that had something to do with it, along with having some friends who are highly psychotic (paranoid, schizophrenic, dreaming of ruling the world…).
2. The dementor's kiss. Okay, I've just reread the chapter, but I can't find were I've written that his father was not killed. He had been alive one more week after the trial and then got the dementor's kiss.
3. proofreading: my problem with proofreading is, that I have no patience. I want to be able to post as soon as I've finished writing and translating the chapter, and if I'd take a proofreader it would probably take more time than the 1 or 2 days I need to translate the chapter (especially if I'd had an American proofreader where there would also be the time difference between America and Germany). I hope I managed to write this the way I meant it.

Tiarwen: Sounds like you would like some more of those sexual tension scenes, right? Well, I'll see what I can do.

Chapter 7

It's getting better and better

Marcus was sitting on Angelina's left side at the table in the Puddlemere Inn that was always reserved for the team. She had explained his presence with the excuse that he was the son of some friends of her parents whom she had to show around town.

He merely rolled his eyes at this explanation of his being there. After travelling the whole world he surely would NOT need a guide for such a small town! But of course he couldn't tell her that now.

So he was just sitting there, sipping his butterbeer, wishing it was firewhiskey and watched the members of the team and listened to their babbling. Really, how could anyone do this voluntarily?

He tuned out when the black haired guy, one of the beaters when he remembered correctly, started talking about the upcoming match. Instead his mind wandered back to what he had felt before when he had been waiting for Johnson. He just couldn't forget this feeling of having someone standing behind him. There had been someone! He knew it. Just where to had this someone disappeared when he had turned around? This was not making sense.

"Okay guys, I have to go now. I promised Sue that I would go and help her search the flowers for the wedding." Jasper said and rose slowly from his chair. He waved a goodbye to John and Mary and left the Puddlemere Inn.

Marcus made a silent prayer that this meant the end of this 'oh so funny' time and was more than happy to find that the rest of the team actually started to rose from their seats, too.

When they were finally outside of the Inn, and Johnson and he were going back to her flat Marcus had this odd feeling that he had had in the stadium all over again. Just this time he felt the jealousy being directed at himself. He frowned and stopped, turning around but again not seeing anyone.

"What?" Angelina asked him as she too turned around. Marcus frowned again and shook his head.

"Nothing." Angelina raised her eyebrows at him but didn't get any other answer.

"Come on, I'm hungry!" Marcus told her and started walking again.

How dare he come into your life? How dare he stay in your flat with you? Who does he think he is? Coming here and staying with you? But he won't get you!
Angelina and Marcus were just entering the house when Mrs. Kennedy, who lived in a flat on the ground floor, left her flat. She raised her eyebrows and looked Marcus up and down before her gaze fell on Angelina and smiled her sicken sweet smile.

"Miss Johnson, wasn't there another man just yesterday coming home with you?"

"Good morning, Mrs. Kennedy." Was Angelina's only response when she pulled Marcus on his sleeve past Mrs. Kennedy and upstairs to her flat. She hated that woman. Mrs. Kennedy was probably the most curious person in the world and loved everything that had to do with gossips and rumours. In the beginning Angelina had wondered if she was somehow related to Rita Skeeter.

"Nice neighbour." Marcus told her once they were inside her flat and received a glare for that.

"So, do I get some real food now?" He asked her and held his stomach. Angelina stopped and turned to look at the front door of her flat.

"What the hell are you doing now?" Marcus asked her confused and also slightly irritated.

"Searching for the sign that states that my flat is a hotel!"

"Listen Johnson, since I'm stuck with you until I've found your secret admirer the least you can do is make me some eatable meal!"

"Listen Flint," Angelina copied his tone. "I didn't want you here! I didn't want ANY auror here! I probably don't even have a stalker. It was probably nothing more but some stupid joke! And what then? Do I have to spend the rest of my life with you!" With that she turned away from him and went to give Radames his food when the cat moved against her leg and meowed loudly.

"Like it or not Johnson, you do have a stalker."

Angelina stopped in her movement, a tin of cat food in her hand, the door of the cupboard still open. She turned around to Marcus and frowned.

"What do you mean? Have you found something?"

Marcus shook his head.

"Not something, rather someone."

Angelina put the tin down onto the kitchen table, not caring for Radames' complaining.

"Or rather, I haven't found someone, but someone was watching you today. When you were standing on the pitch with Wood. And this someone was jealous. I could feel him standing behind me."

Angelina frowned at this.

"But no one besides the team is allowed in the building when we have training. There couldn't have been someone there!"

Marcus shrugged his shoulders.

"The same someone was watching us after we left the Inn. I could feel the jealousy so strong as though this someone was actually attacking me."

Angelina shook her head disbelieving and walked back and forth.

"Couldn't someone just walk into the building? Maybe by bribing one of the guards?"

Angelina shook her head no as an answer.

"There are spells all around the stadium. No one can enter without permission. Since the hooligans are getting worse each day, one can only enter with a ticket for a game unless one's working there. And the tickets are only valid during the game." Angelina ran a hand through her long black hair and sighed.

"Maybe you just imagined it?" She asked and knew already that she could not expect a positive answer.

"I know that there was someone. So if there is no possibility to enter the stadium without permission that only leaves one solution: your stalker is either on your team or someone who works in the stadium!"

"That has to be the greatest bullshit that I've ever heard!" Angelina told him vehemently.

"Do you have any better idea?"

"Sure: You're paranoid!" She told him and finally gave Radames his foot into the bowl on the floor. When she rose again and turned around to get to the fridge she bumped directly into Flint's chest. He held her arms, so she couldn't move back and had yet again to bend her neck to look up at him.

"I'm not paranoid!" Marcus hissed at her. "Like it or not, you DO have a stalker. And this stalker was in the stadium today, watching you. Watching you with Wood and getting extremely jealous over that. He was there when we left the Inn and was watching you there. And he was extremely jealous of me! This maniac is after you, and he is close, very close! So you better accept the danger you're in now while you can still be saved."

His fingers digging into her bare skin started to hurt and she could barely breathe while being pressed so tightly against her chest.

"The only danger I see right now is you. Let me go. You're hurting me!" she told him and tried to pull free from his grasp. Marcus let her go a moment later and she took a step back from him, rubbing her upper arms.

"You know, being just a little bit nicer wouldn't hurt you!" She told him angrily.

"Sure, when your stalker comes to get you I will then ask him nicely to leave you alone. I'm sure he'll do so if I add the word 'please'." Marcus replied ironically.

"Well, last time I checked, I was the one you should protect, not kill!"

"I won't be able to protect you when I'm starved to death."

"Well, you're a grown up man, I'm sure you know how to make yourself something to eat!"

Marcus raised his eyebrows at this and looked as though this was the most ridicule thing that had ever been said to him.

"Don't look at me that way! I'm not your cook, or your mother, and most definitely NOT your house elf!"

"Too bad, I'm sure you would look very nice in nothing but some rags." Angelina glared at him and tried to keep from jumping him and scratching his eyes out.

"Come on Johnson, you're going to make something for yourself, so you can as well cook something for both of us."

"I'm really sorry to disappoint you, but I'm a lousy cook and I barely cook something for myself."

Marcus sighed and sat down onto one of the chairs at the kitchen table.

"Great, I'm so not going to eat this cereal-stuff! I need something to chew. And I need it soon."

"You sound like some spoiled little child!" Angelina told him and leaned against the counter, her arms crossed in front of her chest, she stared at Flint. He was already irritating enough the way he was. The last thing she needed was some even more irritating, hungry Flint. But it wouldn't do to cook herself. She was a lousy cook.

Finally she sighed and looked up at the ceiling.

"I'm surely going to regret this." She mumbled. She bent down and petted Radames' head and went out of the kitchen.

"Come on." She called Flint over her shoulder.

"Where are you going to?" he asked and stayed where he was.

"We are going to eat. There's a small Italian restaurant around the corner. I'd like some Pizza today." Before she had finished the sentence Flint had walked past her and was holding the door open for her. Angelina raised her eyebrows at this behaviour.

"Could we just hurry? If you haven't gotten it by now, I'm hungry!"

Angelina just rolled her eyes and headed out of her flat.