Chapter 9.
It was just at the local pub, well it was just a party, and Katie looked amazing. She was going to wear a dress but thought twice and just went with jeans and a sweater. Marcus watched her the whole night as she talked to just about everyone in the room. He hadn't expected to feel that way.
"Well I've known Marcus for a while." Katie laughed as she glanced over at him.
"Well John was telling me that he was really a cool guy, but I've always thought he was a jerk." John's sister Alison was telling Katie.
"He is a jerk." She laughed, saying it loud enough for Marcus to hear her.
Marcus had been watching her, and half listening to her conversation with Alison smirked at his girlfriends' words, cracked his neck, and stormed over to them.
"I am not a jerk." He snapped.
"Oh yes, we know, you are just like a fuzzy little niffler." Katie answered with a smirk.
Marcus couldn't hold in a smile, his attempt at a glare didn't work. Katie smiled up at him, she was falling for him more and more each day. It didn't seem right, but than again did it really matter what was right and wrong in a social standing?
"Well I'll leave you two only." Alison said backing away from the couple, neither of them even noticed.
"You ready to head out?" Marcus asked holding out his hand.
She took it and nodded as they made there way out of the pub. They were the last ones in and the first to leave, just Marcus's style.
"You're always the first to leave." She commented as they stepped into the cold air.
"How would you know that."
"All those times we had Quidditch meetings you'd show up late, and leave first, mostly while Ollie was still talking."
"Didn't know you noticed."
"Oh come off it everyone did, George and I used to take bets to see how long you'd stay." She smirked. "I always won."
Marcus laughed, taking a sharp corner and pulling her along with him. "And if I remember right you enjoyed tripping every member of my Quidditch team while we left."
"Nah, you just never taught them how to walk." She smirked hitting him lightly with her shoulder, the small jester of fun caused her to blush, the light snow hitting each sense she owned.
Marcus took that moment to let her hand go and wrap his arm around her.
"Marcus where are we going?"
"I wanted to show you something." He answered with a shrug. "That is if you can handle it."
"Of course I can."
He only nodded and hurried up his pace.
It was a bit of a walk, up a hill, and into muggle London. She gave him a few questioning glances as they made there way up, but didn't question him, didn't even worry about it one bit. She was warm, felt safe, and all together just happy.
After about an hour of walking they were surrounded by trees.
"Just a bit longer." Marcus whispered as they made a corner.
It was breath taking, from the top of this hill they could see most of London, and whatever park they were in. Katie attempted to open her mouth and say something, but nothing came out. Marcus just looked down with a smile.
"Hampstead Heath." He muttered, she nodded.
It was just amazing, for lack of a better way to explain in. Her mind was racing, she couldn't help but wonder what she was getting herself into. She had a rush of fear come over here, hit with the chills at the same time. Was this really what she wanted? Was this really what he wanted? Was she rushing into thi—
"Katie?" she heard him in the distance.
"Hmm?" She left her trance and looked up at him. The look in his eye lost all the worry she had been thinking about.
"Are you ok?"
"Of course I am." She smiled up at him. "This was a good idea." She told him before turning fully to face him.
Their eyes were locked to each others. There was something in his that made her melt, she didn't even know where to turn, what to say, how to go about any of it. Ah who cares, she thought as she wrapped her hands around his neck, slowly coming up onto her toes as she kissed him.
He watched her, lost for words, lost or movements, why did she care about him, was a joke, did she just want to hurt him? His questions were lost the second her soft lips touched his, he hadn't really expected it, he didn't even know what to expect any more, but really not the feeling in his heart right now.
Passion, power, anger, understanding, heat, and love. That was what the kiss said to each of them. Katie had this urge to just lean back in his arms after the kiss and let the snow hit. Well she let the urge take over, and let a laugh out as she did, Marcus watched her with a smirk, and a bit of a questioning look. After a moment she swung back up kissing him once again.
The rest of the night was a bit of a dream; it was an hour or so of kiss after kiss at the top of the Hampstead Heath. The walk back to his flat was just as dream like as the moments before. Randomly stopping at side streets and kissing. An old man yelling at them about young lovers needing more discretion, his wife telling him not to worry too much, it was Christmas.
The couple made it to Marcus's flat laughing. She liked seeing him like this, and he just liked having her around, she was nervous that tonight would hint to her wanting to go further than she was ready, but to her surprise, they changed into night clothes, climbed into bed and fell asleep in moments, with a few heated kisses before drifting off in each others arms.
It was some of the best sleep that either of them had ever had, the next week passed faster than she had expected it too. He helped train her during the days, they'd go home, shower, cook dinner, either go out to the pub or just relax at home with a glass of wine. It became her normal life, exactly what she had dreamed of wanting.
She spent one day with Mr. and Mrs. Wood. It was a bit of a trying day, but nothing to awful, she enjoyed her time with her parents, or at least those that she considered her parents. She got sick of them talking about Oliver and Sara's wedding, and it honestly bothered her.
She hadn't heard back from George, she figured he was just really mad at her. Other than that Ali and Ang were completely shocked that she was living with Marcus. They wrote her a letter every day asking her if this was really what she wanted to do, and to be exactly where she wanted to be. It didn't seem real to either of them.
The days until the end of holiday passed to fast, she wasn't even sure she wanted to go back to school, even though she knew that she had too. She and Marcus had become much to used to each others company, the thought of her leaving soon was killing both of them, although neither one of them would talk about it.
It reached January 11 and it was her last night with Marcus until the summer.
"Katie, how do you feel about going out to dinner tonight?" Marcus asked as he gave her a back massage, there training that day had been brutal. Marcus was harder on her than he had been in school.
"We could do that, or I could cook, spend a relaxing night in?" She asked with a shrug.
"Ok." He smiled kissing her neck, he had been having a hard time controlling his urges over the last few days, and she was having a harder time telling him to stop. He always did stop when she told him too, or told him it was too much and too back off a bit.
He turned her kiss her. He had become very demanding with the kisses, and she never seemed to care, she was known to jump in front of him and kiss him. The two had been band from sitting next to each other with friends, because they were just a little bit to attached.
"What are you thinking?" He asked, she shrugged.
A few hours later she had made a nice stew, with bread, and a salad. She hadn't really been sure what she was making until she put it on the table. That was the way that she cooked, she'd just see what was around and go from there.
As Marcus did the dishes, she couldn't help but watch him. When he finished he walked over to her, in a way that reminded her of an eagle going after its pray. He swooped down and picked her up taking her to the bed.
She hadn't really expected him to be so hot, cold her last day, but he had been. When he placed her on the bed he turned around and left her alone for a bit, only to storm back in a few minutes later to kiss her with more passion that she knew was possible