Okay, this chapter has to be the longest I've ever written for any story! Originally it was only about half as long as it is now, but there just seemed to be nothing really happening. (but believe me, now there is a lot happening!)

TriGemini: The flowers do actually exist. (both, the Black Baccara as well as the Madonna Lilies), and I'm glad to finally got my mum to buy some for our garden, now I'm desperately waiting for them to bloom. :D

Evilevergreen: Oh, the stalker is coming out definitely! And don't worry, it is neither Malfoy, nor the flower guy.

Marry me: can you say déjà-vu:D

Redcandle17: wow, it seems that I really need to put more of that sexual tension in, right?

Tiarwen: I have to admit, it was also my fav chapter so far, but in contrast to you I already know what else is going to happen so I know it is not my fav chap of the whole story…

Angelface04: Oh, if you liked the length of the last chapter, you will surely love this one! (my fingers are falling off of my body any minute now…) I'm not going to tell you wheter or not you are right about the stalker, but at the end of this chapter you will find out yourself.

So let's just say this long chapter is my Walpurgisnacht-special!

Chapter 9

Party-Time

Angelina tried to stifle a yawn when she entered the stadium the next morning. She had successfully avoided any conversation with Flint this morning. And she wanted to keep it that way. She wanted to forget the last evening had happened at all. The night she had spent tossing and turning in her bed had been enough for her.

Marcus was walking a bit behind her. He too was still tired from the lack of sleep he had gotten last night. And the first thing he had done when the sun had been rising had been taking a very cold shower.

Oliver came towards them once they entered the building and frowned at his chaser. He pulled her aside and looked concerned at her.

"Angie? Are you alright?" he asked worried when she held her hand in front of her mouth as the yawn finally succeeded.

"Just let me tell you this Oliver: when this is all over, you will get a lot of problems with me! I had the worst night of my life and you better pray that whoever sent me these stupid flowers will soon be found or I will go insane!" And with this she left him alone and went into the refuge of the girls' locker room where Meriel was already getting dressed.

Oliver looked dumbfounded after his friend before he turned back towards Flint. He glared at him and walked towards the former Slytherin, hate showing in his eyes.

"What the hell have you done to her!" he asked him in a dangerously low voice when he pushed the other man against the wall. Had he not been so tired he wouldn't have ended up against the wall, Marcus was sure about this. But now he found himself pressed against the wall between the two locker room doors. A very angry Wood facing him, holding his shoulder pressed against the wall.

Marcus pushed at Wood's arm and tried to get it off of his shoulder, but Oliver pushed only harder.

"Tell me what you did to her you bastard!"

"I didn't do anything to her!" Marcus hissed and tried again to get away from the wall. He really wanted to avoid using magic to get Wood off of him, it would surely get him in trouble with Giles, but if Wood wouldn't let him go soon, Puddlemere United would have to play with their reserve Keeper.

"Then why does she look like hell? Don't tell me this has nothing to do with you! You are supposed to protect her! What happened last night!"

He was draining Marcus' patience. And Marcus already had very little of that.

"Let me go Wood or I might forget myself."

"I warned you to leave her alone! What have you done to her?"

"I did nothing to her! How often do I have to tell you this?"

"How about you tell me the truth!"

"Okay, fine, if you so desperately want to know…"

But in this moment Oliver's hand left his shoulder and Marcus saw how Oliver was held back by one of the other players.

"Oliver, what the hell do you think you're doing?" William asked him and tried to hold his captain back.

"Let me go!" Oliver told William and tried to free himself from the beater's grip.

"Damnit Olli, stop it! Lance, could you please help me here!" It was just then that Marcus noticed the second beater standing in the door of the man's locker room, his arms crossed in front of his chest he was watching the whole ongoing.

"Ah, come on Will, it could be fun to watch them kill each other."

"LANCE!" Lance sighed and walked towards Oliver to try and hold him back as well.

"I think you'd better go out now." William told Marcus who actually listened to the beater and went outside of the building.

"You calmed down now?" William asked Oliver once Marcus was out of sight. Lance had already let go of Oliver's arm.

"Yes." Oliver hissed and William let him slowly go.

"Now, could you please tell me what happened?"

"Hey, what are the three of you doing here standing around like some old women gossiping around?" Meriel asked from behind the three men. They turned around and saw the two female players of the team standing there, already dressed and ready for the game.

"So? What's the matter with you?" Lance just shrugged and headed back into the locker room to get dressed. Oliver's shoulders fell and he sighed, shaking his head. Meriel's gaze fell on William. She raised her eyebrows at him but the dark haired man only shook his head.

"Let's go, we have a game to play." Oliver said and went ahead of them to get his broom.

"And London scores again! That's 190:100 for Puddlemere, ladies and gentlemen! If this continues like this I'd say we see this year's league champions here on the pitch. This… wait, was that the Snitch? It seems like it was for both, Meriel O'Reilly from Puddlemere United as well as Carl Darcy from the Wimbourne Wasps are flying towards it." The voice of Lee Jordan echoed through the stadium and fans of both, Puddlemere United as well as from the Wimbourne Wasps arose from their seats and tried to get a better look.

Both seekers were flying towards the ground, following the snitch. And just before she hit the ground Meriel rolled herself from her broom, landing on her back in the sand. A huge grin was visible on her face as she held her hand up high. The tiny wings of the golden snitch could be seen through her fingers.

"YEAH! That is it ladies and gentlemen! Once more the Irish lady has brought the victory home to Puddlemere United! After eight hours the game is officially over and the winner is…"

"PUDDLEMERE UNITED" one could hear the fans cheer even outside of the stadium.

"ANGIE!" Angelina turned around and saw Katie and Alicia running towards her.

"Hey!" she hugged both at the same time.

"So, does that mean there'll be a celebration again tonight?" Alicia asked and Katie shook her head.

"I swear, you think of nothing else but parties!" Alicia looked at her as though she wanted to ask her what was wrong with this when Meriel came towards the three friends.

"Hey Meriel. Great game!" Katie greeted the red haired woman and Meriel grinned widely at Katie and Alicia.

"So, has Angie already introduced you to her new boyfriend?"

"Boyfriend?" Alicia and Katie looked asking at their old friend and Angelina stood there with her mouth wide open, unable to say anything.

"Oh, so she hasn't told you yet?"

Angelina was gaping at Meriel and finally managed to close her mouth.

"Whom are you talking about?" she asked her team member confused.

"Oh come on now, you didn't expect me to believe this story about him being the son of some friends of your parents, did you?"

Angelina's eyes widened in disbelieve. Meriel thought Marcus Flint was her boyfriend? How could she?

"Ah Angie, really now, the sexual tension between the two of you was so obvious."

This was it! Now she was sure it was a nightmare!

"Now, tell us! Who is he?" Katie asked her and took Angelina's arm.

"What was his name again…" Meriel thought. "…something with M. Mario, Martin, Marcus! That's it! Marcus."

"Marcus who?"

"He's not my boyfriend! He would be the last guy I'd ever…"

"Oh my good is that Flint headed towards us?" Alicia asked and pointed towards him. Angelina closed her eyes and prayed that the earth would open and swallow her. Now.

"Hey, but that is…"

"You know what," Angelina interrupted Meriel before she could finish. "Why don't you already head back inside? I'll follow you in a minute." She shoved her friends lightly towards the building and waved after them when they looked back at her once more and frowned.

"What was this?" Katie asked confused and looked back towards Angelina.

"This is her boyfriend." Meriel said and pointed at Marcus. Katie and Alicia looked at each other and shook their heads.

"No way!"

As soon as the three had left her Angelina turned around and walked towards Marcus.

"Before you start, we're going to celebrate this win tonight, so don't even ask about how long it'll take me to get ready." Marcus merely raised his eyebrows and looked towards the building.

"Were this Spinnet and Bell you've been talking to?" he asked her, not reacting to her former statement. Angelina sighed and ran her hand over her hair, stopping at the hair tie that kept her black hair in a high ponytail and taking it out of her hair.

"Meriel told them you're my boyfriend!" She told him while she combed her hair with her fingers.

"And?"

Angelina sighed and shook her head.

"Well, let's just say that neither Alicia nor Katie will believe that our parents were friends and you're here because I shall show you around the city!"

Marcus grinned slightly and looked Angelina up and down.

"So, does that mean I'm going to play your boyfriend now? Will this result in a repetition of last night?"

Angelina glared at him and felt the blood rushing to her face. He had obviously gotten over the last night far easier than she had. Especially when one considered that she hadn't yet gotten over it.

"NO! You will definitely NOT play my boyfriend! And even more definitely there will be no repetition of last night. Never!"

Maybe Angelina shouldn't have used the word 'Never'. For Murphy's Law seemed to be following her in that time everywhere she went. And so it was no real wonder that in the exact moment she said this word she heard a 'click' from her right and when she turned she saw a reporter taking a photo of her and Flint.

"Miss Johnson, would you please introduce your friend to us?" a second reporter was asking her while he held a quill in one hand and a roll of parchment in the other.

"No!" she said and turned around and walked hurriedly towards the building.

Could this day get any worse?

Well, if you know Murphy's Law, you already know the answer!

"So? I want to know immediately what there is going on between you and Flint!" Alicia told Angelina after she had pulled her aside on the party. The Puddlemere Inn was almost bursting with the team members, their friends and, partially, family and the Foster's had a lot to do that evening.

Music was playing loud enough to dance to it, yet still quiet enough to hear one's own words. But Angelina was sure that would change as time went by and glasses became more and more empty. But this was not her main concern right now. Rather it was her best friend standing there in front of her and demanding to know about herself and Flint.

"There's nothing between us!"

"Oh come on now, Angel, he's staying at your flat, following you around like some lost puppy and watching intently every guy that comes close to you! And now tell me again that there is nothing between the two of you!"

Angelina cringed slightly at Alicia's words. Of course, the way she put it, it sounded very much as though they were a couple. A horrible thought! But it seemed impossible to get her friends to believe that there was actually nothing going on between them. Katie and Alicia had been asking her the whole time and even Oliver hadn't been fully convinced when she had said that they were not a couple.

It seemed as though the whole world had gone crazy! And she seemed to be the centre of this craziness.

She silently wondered if she was cursed or something alike, remembering the reporters that had waited for her – and Flint – in front of the stadium and had asked her about her current 'relationship'. When this was all over she needed a long, a very long holiday!

Marcus swallowed a glass of firewhiskey and sighed when the alcohol ran down his gullet. He watched Angelina while she talked to Alicia, or rather, when Alicia talked to Angelina for it didn't look as though Angelina was talking much.

He had to admit he found it rather funny how her friends believed they were a couple. The looks Wood shot him, however, he didn't find as funny. If looks could kill he'd be dead by now.

The few hours they had spent in Johnson's flat after the game he had used to drink as much coffee as he could, trying to wake up properly. He wanted to be fit should her wannabe-friend show up tonight. There were enough people in the Puddlemere Inn tonight. Marcus watched every guy who came close to Angelina closely. But he couldn't find anything odd about them.

He heard a hard knock on the bar he was leaning against and turned his head towards the sound. He sighed inwardly when he saw Wood standing there.

"You won't get any other answer than you did this morning. Nothing happened!" he told Oliver and turned back around to look at Angelina.

He had to admit – if only to himself – there were worse things than having everyone think he was her boyfriend. She was wearing muggle blue jeans and a dark red top which showed off her figure perfectly. There were a few inches of bare skin between her jeans and her top, showing her navel on the front. Her hair fell freely past her shoulders, curling at the tips and shining in the dim light of the Inn.

"If you ever hurt her in any way, I swear I'm going to kill you. Slowly." Marcus turned slowly back around towards Oliver and raised his eyebrows.

"And what shall this mean now? This sounds very much like something a big brother would say to the first boyfriend of his baby sister. You don't really think that we have a relationship, do you?" He snarled at Oliver. But the look on Oliver's face told him plainly that he was actually thinking they did, or at least, that he was heaving huge doubts about whether or not they had a relationship.

"Come on Wood, do you really believe such a goody-goody Gryffindor like Johnson would get herself a boyfriend like me?"

"Just mark my words!"

Marcus sighed and shook his head. When he looked back to where Angelina had just been he frowned. He only saw Spinnet walking back towards Bell and that red haired seeker, but Angelina was nowhere to be seen. 'Probably went to the toilet.' He thought and turned back around.

"Tell me about the guys she has turned down." Marcus said and ordered a bottle of butterbeer. Oliver looked at him, then shrugged.

"I don't know about all the guys who asked her out. Since she started to play here there have been a few. Sometimes also some love letters."

"He is close."

Oliver put the bottle of butterbeer he had just been drinking on away and looked at the auror.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that he has been around the last two days. Has been at the training, has been there when we were here yesterday…"

Oliver shook his head.

"There has been no one. Especially not at the training. No way. No one could just walk into the stadium."

Marcus nodded and sipped at his bottle.

"That's what Johnson said, too. But someone was there. In the building. And he was watching her the whole time. He was jealous at you when you were talking to her on the pitch. And he was angry at me when we went home after we left this Inn yesterday." Oliver shook his head slowly.

"The only possibility would be that it would be someone on the team." He said in disbelieve. But that would make no sense!"

Marcus nodded again.

"That's what she said, too. But it seems as though it has to be one of the team's members. So, who could it be?"

Oliver looked at Marcus in disbelieve. This couldn't be the truth! There had to be another solution.

"Wood? Who do you think could it be?" Marcus turned around at the other man and waited for an answer.

"I don't know. No one. That is impossible. This doesn't make any sense!"

"Wood! Who could it be?" Marcus sighed when he still didn't get an answer from Oliver.

"Okay, then we'll make it very slowly for you. What about this dark haired beater?"

"Will? No way! He's the oldest of all of us, and he seems to take a liking to this 'older brother' role. He his happily married and doesn't even look at any other woman than his Emily! Meriel and Angie are like younger sisters to him!"

"The two chasers?

Oliver shook his head.

"Jasper is going to get married soon. Don't you think it would be very odd for him to be the stalker? This wouldn't fit together at all. Besides, he is allergic against roses." Oliver said and ran his hand through his hair. "It couldn't have been him who put the roses in front of her door."

"The other one?"

"Quinn? No, Angelina is not his type."

Marcus raised his eyebrows at this and Oliver nodded towards the youngest member of Puddlemere United. Quinn was talking to a blonde haired girl who was about 18.

"That's Lynn. One of Will's younger sisters. Quinn has been trying to work up the courage to ask her out for months. Fell in love with her the first time he saw her last year at the final game."

Marcus looked at the two for another moment and nodded slowly. So that only left one possible person.

"What about the other beater?"

"Lance? He joined the team about two years ago. Had some troubles in the beginning."

Marcus raised his eyebrows at this.

"What kind of problems?"

"He came when our old captain retired. I was made captain that year and Lance seemed to have some problems playing for a captain who is younger than he is himself."

"Maybe it was not your age he had a problem with." Marcus murmured and turned back to look if Angelina had returned by now. But she was still nowhere to be seen.

"Where the hell is she!" he said more to himself and went towards the girls.

"Where has Johnson gone to?" He asked and received three pairs of raised eyebrows at this.

"Well?"

"She went outside with Lance. He wanted to talk to her about something." Meriel finally told him and looked after him when he almost ran out of the door.

"Now, can you say 'jealous'." She shook her head. What had Angie gotten herself into?

"What was it you wanted to talk to me about?" Angelina asked once she was outside of the Inn. Lance led her a bit farther away from the Inn.

"Lance, would you now please tell me what this is about?" Lance turned suddenly towards her and pressed her against the next wall. Angelina frowned at him and tried to push him away from her, but he was way stronger than she was.

"Lance! Let me go! What the hell do you think you're doing?" She tried to struggle free from his grasp but to no avail.

"What I think I'm doing? The better question would be what you think you're doing!" he shoved her harder against the wall and Angelina felt a sharp pain at the back of her head when she made contact with the stone wall.

"First Wood and now this other guy! How can you dare to let them touch you? You act like some common whore, letting them be with you!" His voice started to hurt in her ears, her vision became blurry but she tried desperately to stay awake. She needed to stay awake.

"Were you enjoying it when they touched you everywhere? When they ran their hands over your naked body?" Lance asked her when he moved his right hand underneath her shirt, stroking her stomach. Angelina tried to move out of his reach but he just pushed her harder against the stones in her back. His hand travelled north until he reached her bra-covered breast. He leaned forward and breathed against her neck.

"You are mine! I'm the only one who is allowed to touch you my red rose!"

She should scream maybe someone would hear her but no word would come over her lips when he grabbed her breast through the fabric. She felt his body pressing against hers. She could feel him being hard against her leg and whimpered.

"Oh, you will like it! I promise!" he licked over her neck and his left hand started to unbutton her jeans while he rubbed himself against her leg.

"No." she could barely believe that she found the strength to say this little word but this little word gave her the strength to try once again to escape him. She scratched his face and actually managed to stumble free from him when Lance was taking a step back from her.

But she didn't make it very far. After only a few feet she stumbled, the pain in her head grew stronger and all it needed was for Lance to grab her arm and she fell down on the ground stumbling over some stone and landing on the ground.

She tried to arise but every bone in her body was aching and screaming for some rest. Angelina felt something warm against her temple and frowned. The ground was supposed to be cold, not warm.

She was turned around on her back and vaguely noticed how Lance kneed on top of her and started to shove her top up, over her breasts. She could see his grin as he looked at her breast through the fog that was forming in front of her eyes.

He continued to unbutton her jeans and she tried lazily to shove his hands away from her jeans.

"Don't fight it my Angel. If you were able to give it to them, you will be happy to give it to me!"

She felt the fog becoming thicker and thicker, she could barely see something and the pain in her head was only making it worse. Suddenly she could hear someone scream and she could feel the weight being lifted from her body. And then someone was there and picked her up and as she felt the warmth against her body she fell asleep.

Don't think we're close to having this story finished. Rather, we're about in the middle of the story right now.