Disclaimer- Oliver Wood, Katie Bell, Angelina Johnson, etc., are not owned by me. They are part of the brilliant mind of J.K. Rowling.

Chapter 4- Does this look like MTV?

He looked me over and licked his lips.

Oh shit.

He was looking for me.

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KATIE'S POV

When I realized, I slowly started taking steps backwards. Everytime I took a step back, Flint took a step towards me. I kept walking backwards until I hit something hard and solid. I turned around. Shit! Damn lockers! I tried moving to the side, but in a few strides, Flint covered the distance between us. He pinned my shoulders against the locker, and lunged in for the kill. Kill is right. I mean I just took a shower. I do not need Marcus Flint slobbering all over me.

He pressed himself to me and started kissing me. My neck, my chin, my cheeks. He made circular motions across my back with his hands. I started gasping for air. He kept doing this…harder and harder just to piss me off. It worked. I lost it. And when I lost it…I mean really…I. LOST. IT.

I kicked him in the crotch, and grabbed my clothes. I didn't waste any time. I quickly changed and grabbed my bag. Then I ran like hell. And I never looked back.

"Tiddlywinks!" I yelled as I came sprinting towards Gryffindor tower. The Fat Lady swung open and I ran straight through until I hit the couch. I fell on the couch and just lay there. Angelina and Alicia saw me, and they left the Weasley twins and came over to me. Harry, Ron and Hermione looked to see what was going on. Where was Wood? Didn't know. Didn't care.

"Kat, what happened?" asked Angelina anxiously.

"YOU." I said murderously.

"What?"

"It's ALL your fault!"

"What's all my fault."

I screamed in fury. "IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT THAT MARCUS FLINT JUST SLOBBERED ALL OVER ME…WHILE I WAS IN A TOWEL!"

Alicia gasped. Angelina's jaw dropped. "Are you shitting me?"

"DOES THIS LOOK LIKE MTV?" I pulled my shirt a little up so they could see the red handprints Flint left.

"Oh. My. God. KATES ARE YOU OK?"

"We are sooo sorry Katie!" added Alicia.

Fred and George strode over and walked. "Where are you two going?" asked Ange.

"We're going to test a new beater play out." muttered Fred.

"We like to call it BeattheshitoutofFlint." added George.

"Original Weasley play." said Fred.

They strode quickly out of the common room. I groaned.

"Katiekins, are you ok?" said Alicia.

"Lic, (pronounced Lees) don't call me that, and I'm just blooming thank you."

I walked upstairs slowly and took a long, hot shower. Afterwards, I put a soothing balm on my back. Some call it "Vaseline". I like to call it the "Miracle Worker".

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[downstairs, locker rooms]

FRED POV

That was it. That was the final straw. Flint had pulled stuff like this with other people before. But none this bad. And nothing with anyone on our team. Something Flint had to learn though. When you mess with one of us, you mess with all. There was only one way to get Flint back. I looked over to George to see if he agreed. He nodded, and grinned. I grinned back. We crept downstairs and put our plan into action.

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THIRD PERSON

Fred and George walked back upstairs.

"Harry, we need to borrow the Map and the Cloak for a bit." said George.

"It's in my trunk…but they better be returned unscathed."

"Don't worry Harry. We…" replied Fred.

"wouldn't dare." finished George.

The twins walked out of the common room, and tapped a blank piece of parchment.

"I solemnly sware that I am up to no good."

At once the parchment was labeled with secret passages and rooms of Hogwarts. They saw that Marcus Flint was walking down to the Gryffindor locker rooms once again.

The boys raced downstairs and hid. Marcus Flint walked in to the room, and went over to Katie's locker.

Fred was the first one to realize what was happening. "Shit." whispered Fred.

George shot him a quizzical look. "Don't you see? He's going to open Katie's locker, and…"

Then it dawned on George. "Oh shit."

"Exactly."

They pointed their wands at their bats. "Wingardium Leviosa," they whispered.

Their bats rose into the air and with a swish of their wands, the bats hit Marcus Flint square in the face.

"OH SHIT!" yelled Marcus, as the bats came towards his face. Next thing, he was out cold.

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OLIVER POV

Bell, Spinnet, Johnson, Bell. No. Damn. That's not it. I mean Bell's a good chaser I guess, but she's tends to get a tad too….excited. Well. "Excited" in a girl sorta way. Strange how she always seems to have a stick up her ass. PMS I guess. Hmm…whatabout, Spinnet, Bell, Johnson, Spinnet. Nope. The last thing I want is Spinnet getting pissed at me, and after today's practice, trust me. I was just on the receiving end of one of her tempers. Wasn't pretty. Then again, Johnson has a bit of an anger issue as well. Ok, "bit" is an understatement.

"OH SHIT!"

What the hell was that?

I walked over to the door of the Gryffindor Quidditch Captain's office, and flung the door open. What I saw, let's just say, wasn't expected.

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A/N done. Yes it's short I know, but I'm already writing the next couple of chapters

Kathy- DAMN STRAIGHT IT DOES! lol thanks! Hola fellow American! Neither do I. I hope this wasn't too bad. lol ok…was this good?

Queenofdespair216- yes he is. lol..thanks, I'll keep that in mind. Haha it'll take a lot more than that to win her heart.

Beth- LOL haha. No don't worry about it! You are really good at English! OK thanks. lol I try with her. lol thanks!

B- really? Wow! Thanks! lol.

Curly Q- neither would I…hehe. (slams head on table) BAD MAYA! Must get dirty Oliver thoughts out of head. Damn straight he does!

Softballgeek291- thanks!

Lina- thanks! I will. Really? Cool! If it's easier for you, review in Spanish because I'm learning Spanish, so I know quite a bit. ;)

OK REVIEW. PLEASE. OR ELSE…uh…erm… (runs to book of threats) god I don't know. What he'll see is Katie snogging Flint. WHOA! NEVER MIND! THAT'S SO SCARY IT"S SCARING ME!! So..what I'm TRYING TO SAY (unsuccessfully) IS REVIEW! REVIEW! Please? L . Thanks!