"Blame It On The Curse" by Redcandle17
Disclaimer: All recognizable characters and elements from the Harry Potter series belong to J.K. Rowling. No copyright infringement is intended.
"That's the most disgusting thing I've ever seen," Marcus Flint commented.
"It's repulsive," Katie Bell agreed. If someone had told Katie she'd agree with Marcus on anything back at Hogwarts, she would have reported that person to Professor Snape for ingesting mind altering substances. But that was before one of her two best friends decided to marry one of the vile, dungeon-dwelling, Quidditch-cheating, Umbridge-serving Slytherin bastards.
Katie sipped her champagne and mournfully stared at the tragic sight of Angelina dancing happily with Montague, her new husband.
"I tried to talk him out of it," Marcus confided. "I told him his children would be Gryffindors. I told him that Johnson's a vicious harpy, that she'd nag him to death if she didn't get herself killed in some act of self-righteous glory first."
Katie had told Angelina that her children would be soulless Slytherins, that Montague would get himself sent to Azkaban before their first anniversary. She smiled in appreciation of the irony. "We agree that this is the worse mistake our friends have ever made, Flint. This is how it starts," she joked.
"I tried to seduce her myself," Marcus said.
Katie choked, splattering champagne on her not-too-hideous bridesmaid dress.
Marcus's eyes lingered a moment too long on her bodice as he continued, "I told him it was just a cheap thrill for her. I told him she'd fuck any Slytherin Quidditch player."
"Pity I didn't get to see Angelina hex your ass," she said.
"She did slap me," he confessed.
Katie smirked at Marcus. "Obviously she didn't slap you hard enough to fix those troll-ish looks of yours. Please excuse me." She didn't like the air of trouble surrounding Fred and George right now. She knew when they were up to no good and they looked to be in serious scheming mood. She might not approve of Angelina's choice of groom, but she couldn't in good conscious let her wedding be spoiled.
"It's gotten worse."
Katie looked up at the sound of Marcus's voice. She'd collapsed in a dark corner after defusing the Weasley situation, hoping to relax for a moment.
"Cassius has been infected, too," Marcus said, sitting next to her.
She looked at him blankly. "What?"
He grabbed her chin and turned her face to the dance floor, where Alicia was dancing with Warrington. Alicia was dancing very closely and very slowly with Warrington. In fact, they were practically only hugging there. It was sickening.
"It could be a curse." Katie massaged her scalp, not caring that she was rumpling a hairstyle that had taken an hour to do. This couldn't be happening.
"Who would hate Gryffindors and Slytherins enough to do this?" Marcus asked.
"Could be the Ravenclaws or the Hufflepuffs. I wouldn't put this pass Davies," Katie said.
"If this is a curse on Gryffindor and Slytehrin Quidditch players, you're next."
"There's still Oliver and the twins," Katie protested. "They were on the team before me."
"Please, Bell. There isn't a curse powerful enough to make me or any of my team touch Wood or the Weasleys."
"In that case, do you think I'll get Bletchley, or, Pucey? I'd rather take up residence in the Forbidden Forest than have Bole or Derrick."
"There's me."
Katie stared at Marcus, unable to read his expression in the dark. Was he hitting on her? She considered the possibility. True, he did look like a troll. But her favorite childhood toy had been a stuffed troll. There was something to be said for sleeping with a troll. "There's you."
He stood and extended a hand towards her. "Are we going to wait for the curse, or do you want to dance with me now?"
"I'm all yours."
End