Disclaimer: I'm not JK, I do not own this.

Claimer: I do own this idea though.

AN: Random pairing, random storyline. Believe me, this is no fluff.


And he stared across at her from the Great Hall where she had her lips pressed next to his ear as she whispered into it. And he watched her every movement, as he always did, treasuring every time she smiled, laughed, shrugged. When she walked, he wasn't far behind, taking in every step she took.

And yet, she never noticed him.

Marcus Flint was never one to see a girl and not chase after her. Most of the time, he 'got the girl' but when he didn't, he shrugged and moved on. But it was different with her.

She was always with that Percy Weasley, holding his hand, kissing him, and Marcus often wondered why he could not have that. What was so special about Weasley?

And he never had to find out.

He seduced her, people would say. He threaded an arm around her waist, much to her utmost surprise. "What are you..." she tried to cry out, but he soon silenced her.

His lips crushed upon hers, taking in her scent, the way her body was pressed against his. She was his, he decided. Not Percy's, not anyone's. Just his.

He had obsessed over her blonde hair, her shining green eyes. He had taken in her every smile, laugh, shrug. And he had devoured her.

And he destroyed her.

Penelope Clearwater was his whilst he wanted her, but it didn't take long for him to grow tired of her constant moans about second years wandering the corridors.

He waited until she gave up everything to be with him and then he tossed her aside.

She was his.

Always would be his.

But he no longer wanted her to be.