"Don't Ask Why" by Redcandle17
Disclaimer: All recognizable characters and elements belong to J.K. Rowling. No copyright infringement is intended.
She is an attractive girl who also happens to be a rival Quidditch player. Of course he wants to fuck her. So when Katie approaches Marcus late one evening after Slytherin's practice session, he doesn't ask her any questions. He doesn't ask whether she's fulfilling a dare or a bet; whether she's under the Imperius curse or a lust potion; whether she's lost her sanity. He doesn't care why she's kissing him and pressing her body against his. He isn't going to let this opportunity pass.
He doesn't ask any questions when she comes to him the next week either. Or the week after that. She always keeps her eyes closed, and Marcus thinks she probably fantasizes about someone else. So he tries to make her scream louder, but she never says any names. The fourth week, he has to ask her, "Why?"
"It doesn't matter why," she replies before she kisses him.
"Why?" Marcus asks again the following week. He stills his body, letting her know they are not going to continue until she answers him.
"Teenage rebellion. Curiosity. Lust. Take your pick," she says.
He doesn't think she's telling the truth but he lets the matter go. Until the next week. "Why?" he asks once more after they are finished.
She sighs and brushes her blonde hair away from her face. "Why do you care?" she counters.
"I don't," he says, "I'm just curious."
She stands and begins to put her clothes back on. "Maybe I'm just taking what I can get from you," she says.
Marcus is confused. Normally he never lets his confusion over anything show. But now he says, " I don't understand. What are you saying?"
She smoothes her clothes and pulls her hair into a ponytail before answering. "Maybe I'm in love with you."
Marcus laughs because she has to be joking.
Katie doesn't laugh. She picks up her school bag and slings it over her shoulder. "See you next week," she says as she walked to the door.
The next week, Marcus makes the mistake of asking her before they've even started. "So tell me. Why are you really doing this?"
"Maybe I was serious when I said I love you," she replies.
"C'mon, stop joking," Marcus says, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.
"Stop asking," she says. "You don't really want to know."
"I do," he says before kissing her neck.
"I told you and you didn't believe me. I love you." Her arms are held stiffly by her sides, not around his neck like usual.
"Why would you love me?" he asks, incredulous.
"I don't know." She frowns. "Listen, I'm tired. I've got to go. Maybe next week."
Marcus watches her leave. He knows there is something he should say that would make her stay, but he doesn't know what it is. She doesn't show up the following week or the week after that or the week beyond that one. Marcus stops waiting for her.
End