Sorry it took me so long but I just didn't feel like writing last week (I don't really feel like writing anything right now either, but I thought I couldn't leave you hanging for much longer), and then I noticed that I couldn't continue the story the way I had planned, so I had to think up a new plotline till the end of the story (this means less drama for Angelina and no Marcus-the-hero-scene). This also means that the story will soon be finished. I guess one or two more chapters after this one and then the story is finished.

First of all:

THANK YOU ALL SO VERY MUCH! I just noticed that the reviews have passed the 100 mark with the last two chapters.

Tiarwen: Well then, at least the whole theatre with my pc was worth if you liked the chapters so much.

Redcandle17: I can't believe it, the story is still up:D (probably had too much bad luck before so someone up there thought it about time to give me a break.)

Evilevergreen: well, Lance will come back in this chapter and Oliver will be in the rest of the story (although that is not much).

Lil Crow Bow: I hope it wasn't too much sex?

TriGemini: oh believe me the fire between them will last for a very, very, very long time…

Sunshine-Girl03: ah, luckily for me seems to find the story still M enough. And for the rest there is still :D

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Majestrix: I'm glad you like the story!

Miss Talented: sorry it took me so long to update!

Xtreme Nuisance: I hope you slept well and are awake now, so you can read the next chapter.

Sorry, I'm not writing much right now, but it's just too hot! Today was the hottest day here since 1922!

Chapter 14

Caught!

Angelina was lying on the bed, her head resting on Marcus' stomach. She opened her mouth when Marcus held a grape in front of her lips and took it out of his fingers. Radames was lying on the floor near the door, licking his paw and running it over his ear. 'If only Lance would finally be caught' Angelina thought and sighed.

"What are you thinking about?" Marcus ran his fingers over her bare shoulder, reminding her of the fact that she was still naked – and this already since the evening of the day before yesterday. They had spent the day before mostly in his bed, only having left it for the bath. She had to smile at this memory. She could sure get used to such a bath…

"Just wishing Lance would finally be caught." She answered him and turned her head a bit so she could look up at him. Marcus ran his fingertips over her jaw and over her lips. He too wished they would finally find that bastard if only so he could make sure this guy would never come close to Angelina ever again.

"What will you do once he is caught?" he asked her and Angelina looked asking at him.

"What do you mean? I will win the next few Quidditch games and thus this year's championship."

"Will you go back into your flat?"

Angelina swallowed when she remembered the way her flat had looked like the last time she had been in it, and she didn't even want to think about what could have happened had she been in it.

Marcus watched her silently and moved so he could lie next to her instead of underneath her head. He ran his knuckles over her cheek, causing her to look up at him again.

"Stay with me." He whispered and leaned in to gently kiss her lips. His hand moved into her hair and he kept her close to his mouth, partly because he enjoyed the kiss so much and partly because he feared she would say no to his offer.

When he finally released her lips she looked asking at him.

"You really want me to stay here with you?"

Marcus nodded silently.

"You know that would mean that Radames will also have to stay?"

When he heard his name the cat meowed and walked towards the bed, looking up at his mistress.

"As long as he stays out of my bed." Marcus replied and eyed the mini-tiger carefully, already fearing he would jump onto the bed.

"Because I only allow one purring cat in it." Marcus teased her and kissed the tip of Angelina's nose. She pulled his head farther down, so she could reach his lips and let herself sink into another intense kiss while Marcus' hand travelled down her body, trying to get her to purr again.

"Isn't this doctor coming today to look at my ankle?" A very tired and very satisfied Angelina asked about an hour later while she stroke through Marcus' hair.

"Mhm. Why?" he asked her against her neck before he started to place small kisses along her shoulder.

"Because in this case I should probably better put some clothes back on." Marcus groaned and turned to lie on his side. He pulled Angelina towards him and let her snuggle herself against his body.

"It is way too early for this doctor to come over. Just let us stay like this a bit longer and then I promise I'll get you the t-shirt and some shorts to wear." He told her tiredly. Angelina agreed and enjoyed the feeling of Marcus' strong arms around her waist.

Doctor Fleming carefully lifted Angelina's ankle and looked at it, touching it lightly with his fingertips. He frowned and nodded, then frowned once more. Angelina had difficulties not asking him what he was frowning about. Finally he put her ankle back onto the bed and took a small bottle filled with a thick blue liquid out of his bag. He put some of the liquid on her ankle and rubbed it into the skin. He then took a bandage out of his bag and bandaged her ankle.

"You should be able to put some weight onto your foot again tomorrow. But I would like you to wear this bandage for another three days before you remove it." He told her and said his goodbyes to Angelina and Marcus.

About half an hour after Doctor Fleming had left the two alone a brown owl flew through the open window and landed on the bed, lifting his leg to grant Marcus better access to the letter which was bound on the animal's leg.

Marcus took the letter from the owl and the animal flew away immediately again.

"What is it?" Angelina asked him when Marcus opened the letter and read what was written in it.

"They caught him." He only said and sat down on the bed to pull his socks and shoes on. Angelina frowned at this.

"And what exactly do you think you are doing now?" she asked him and tried to grab his arm when he arose from the bed and walked towards the door.

"I'm going to the ministry of course." He told her when he opened the door.

"Aren't you forgetting something?" Angelina asked him and tried to stay calm. Marcus frowned and thought for a moment but couldn't come up with anything he could have forgotten.

"MARCUS! You don't really think about going without me, are you?"

Marcus raised his eyebrows at her.

"You will not come with me!"

"Of course I will!"

"You will not!"

"I will!"

"Will not!"

"Marcus Flint! I'm a grown-up woman and you're not going to tell me what I'm going to do and what not! I'm coming with you and that's it!"

"Okay," Marcus said, suddenly very calm again. "Then come out of the bed and let's go."

Angelina glared at him. But she would not back down now. She pulled herself to the edge of the bed and put her leg carefully over the edge. She saw Marcus shaking his head at her attempt and this only caused her to hurry with bringing her left leg over the edge of the bed and onto the floor. She put her weight on her left food and tried to walk towards Marcus only to fall forwards the next second.

She was already waiting for the fall onto the floor she was sure would come but instead she was caught by a pair of strong, well-known arms.

"Why have you to be so stubborn woman?" Marcus asked her softly and held her close to him.

"I don't want him to win. If I'm too afraid of even seeing him on his way to Azkaban I fear I will always be afraid of him and probably of other people too." Angelina admitted in a whisper against Marcus chest. Marcus sighed and rubbed her back, trying to think of a solution.

"You can't go to the ministry like this." He said and meant his t-shirt and old shorts she was wearing right now.

"Marcus, please." Angelina looked up at him with pleading eyes and Marcus knew that he had lost.

"Wait a moment." He sat her down on the bed and walked out of the room. Angelina feared already that he would leave without her, but then she heard him return to the room. When he opened the door he was carrying something in his arms.

"This belonged to my mother. It might not be the latest fashion but it will still look more decent than what you're wearing now." He told her and showed her a beige long sleeved dress, like most upper-class witches were wearing. He helped her change into the dress and lifted her into his arms to apparate to the Ministry.

They arrived in front of Giles' office and Marcus held Angelina close to him, so she could stand on her left foot. Just then the door opened and Giles walked out of his office and greeted the two.

"Where is he?" Marcus asked his boss. Giles turned around and like on an unspoken command two aurors came along the hall with Lance in their middle. Marcus tightened his grip on Angelina's waist when the blond man was lead towards them.

Lance's eyes looked unfocused around him when he walked in between the two aurors. When his eyes fell on Angelina and Marcus he started to shiver. There she was! He had been thinking about her the past few days while he had been hiding. He had thought about all the things he wanted to do to her only to remember that she was with this son of a troll!

He struggled to get out of the tight grip the two aurors had on him and tried to get to Angelina. Marcus pulled her closer to him and glared at Lance.

The blond man sneered at Marcus and let out an odd sound that should have been a laugh.

"Is she good in bed? Is she screaming when she comes? I bet she is! Likes it rough, right?" he asked Marcus and laughed some more.

Marcus turned his face to look at Angelina and kissed her forehead.

"I'm sorry." He whispered and took a step back with her so she could sit down on a chair which stood next to the door of Giles' office. Angelina frowned at him and watched him walk towards Lance.

"Marcus." Giles' voice sounded warningly but Marcus grinned at the man in front of him.

"Giles, I'm retiring." He told the older man behind him just before his fist connected with Lance' stomach, causing him to bend forwards and groan in pain. Marcus bent his head down, so he could look Lance in the eyes.

"You should be grateful that you are on your way to Azkaban. For if I weren't going there I would take care of you right now. And believe me, if you were still able to think afterwards you would regret the day you laid your eyes on her!" he whispered.

As Lance was led away Marcus returned to Angelina and kneed down in front of her. He placed his hands on her knees and looked down at them.

"Come on, scold me already." He told her and looked up into her eyes. Angelina shook her head at him and placed her hands on his cheeks.

"I love you." She whispered as she pulled him in for a loving kiss.