Traitor- chapter 2

That night, Katie couldn't sleep. Every time she closed her eyes, she felt Marcus' cold hands brush her skin or his breath on her neck. She couldn't believe that she had trusted him so quickly. It was a moment of madness, and she knew that he didn't actually have her best interests at heart, but the idea of befriending Marcus Flint still appealed to her. He wasn't the brightest student at Hogwarts, but he was cunning, and she'd have to think like him in order to avoid being manipulated by him. She couldn't help but wonder what he wanted from her though. If he was going to use her to hurt Oliver, all he had to do was say so, since everyone knew that if there was one thing that Katie wanted, it was to get even.

Katie's thoughts drifted to the night Oliver and her had broken up. Everything had seemed so perfect. They were truly Hogwarts' golden couple and they were loved by so many people. Oliver had never seemed to be the type to cheat on his girlfriend. He wasn't exactly a ladies' man, and because Quidditch was his only other passion, he was never able to hold a decent conversation with girls because all other topics bored him. On their first date, Oliver had taken Katie to a Quidditch match. They barely spoke because the match was so intense. Katie had supported the Holyhead Harpies, and Oliver's favourite team was Puddlemere United. On this night, the Harpies had won 150-20, and Oliver was not happy. The night had ended with Oliver frowning and grumbling all the way back to Katie's house, while Katie chattered away about the Harpies' win. The next time they were together was after Oliver had saved her from a rogue bludger. She felt her eyelids droop closed and watched as everything went black.

She was running through the black dungeons again. The green light from the torches did nothing to illuminate the corridors, and the walls seemed to be closing in on her. Everywhere she turned seemed to be a dead end. She was trapped. She was rooted to the spot as a large, sinister force approached her slowly. She tried to scream out but no sound came from her mouth, and when she tried to run, her body would not respond. Two large, cold hands wrapped themselves around her neck and hot lips pressed down on hers. She felt the pressure on her trachea and felt the imposter inhale her breath. With every breath that he took, the room started spinning. Suddenly, he let go, and Katie fell to the floor, but she was not panting for air, or showing any signs that she had just been suffocating. She stood up to find herself facing an antique, full length mirror, which had the Flint family crest engraved on it at the top, and a silver serpent which circled the mirror then vanished into the glass as if it were diving underwater. Katie examined herself in the mirror. She was surrounded by a poisonous green light, which emphasized her poisonous green eyes. Just then, the serpent vanished into the glass, blurring her reflection, and replacing it with that of Marcus Flint. His hands shot from the glass and grabbed her head, pulling her in.

Katie woke with a start.

Katie glared at Alicia, who was sitting on Oliver's lap and telling everyone that she knew they'd be together from the second they met. Katie grabbed her fork and stabbed at a piece of toast so hard that her plate cracked. She felt the eyes of everyone at their table burning into her as she quickly repaired the plate, and then she stole a glance at Oliver who was staring at her apologetically. She looked down at her food and started shoving the toast into her mouth. Fred, George and Angelina were staring at her with shocked expressions on their faces.

"Easy now." Fred said, watching her shove her scrambled eggs into her mouth.

"Yeah Katie, if you don't watch it you're going to choke and we need you against Slytherin." Angelina said, pulling the plate away from Katie, who then got up and walked out of the Great Hall. Fred, George and Angelina exchanged glances before going back to their own breakfast.

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Marcus Flint grinned as he walked onto the pitch. He always looked forward to games against Gryffindor, not because he enjoyed the challenge, but because they were unbelievably cocky, and seeing the hope leave Oliver Wood's eyes as his team were pummelled by Slytherin was almost orgasmic. He mounted his broom and took to the air, positioning himself in front of Katie. She shuddered when his eyes connected with hers, but didn't break contact with him, just in case he was to give her a sign that they were partners, and that instead of hurting her, he'd protect her. There was no point in searching for that softness in his eyes. They were like a stormy sea: too deep to see anything but the rage and destruction on the surface, and if Katie didn't watch herself, she'd be part of the wreckage. The match was rough, and Katie found herself being overwhelmed by the Slytherin players, all of whom seemed to be trying to murder her. She found herself using the trickiest manoeuvres in order to avoid being decapitated or knocked off her broom by not only the Slytherins, but also her own team members, who were knocked off their brooms and then launched towards her.

Slytherin were winning 60-0 and Marcus was flying towards the goal posts with a look of pure determination on his face. Katie once again regarded him with nothing but pure hatred. She raced to catch up with him, and then grabbed the back of his broom to slow him down. She heard Madam Hooch blow her whistle and the Slytherins booing her, and then the loud crack of a bludger colliding with the back of Marcus's head. She yelled out as he slipped off his broom and went hurtling towards the ground, and then she shot downwards with such speed that she caught him milliseconds before he hit the earth. As she pulled him onto her broom, she became conscious of the fact that the crowd was silent. Even Madame Pomfrey, who had been levitating a stretcher to where Marcus was supposed to land, stood dead still with her mouth open. In that moment of silence, Katie realised that a can of worms had just been opened. She dropped Marcus onto the stretcher and sped off, away from the mistake that she promised herself she wouldn't make.

Katie did not go to dinner that night. Instead, she returned to the pitch to try to figure out what had happened earlier that day. Had she acted on impulse, or did she save him because of their deal? He said he never wanted Wood to hurt her. Maybe all that she wanted was to protect him physically, while he was protecting her emotionally. Not that he needed it or anything. Flint was a big boy, and he would find the fact that she, a little Gryffindor, had saved his life completely humiliating. She went into the locker room and removed her quidditch robes, and then stepped into a steaming hot bath. She took a few moments to pull large splinters out of her hands before sinking so that the water could cover the large, blue bruises on her arms. She shut her eyes and sunk even deeper, so that she became invisible to the world above.

Katie stepped out of her bath to find another steaming bath. The bath was filled to the brim with black water which seemed to pull her right in. When she got in, she realised that the water was freezing cold, but strangely soothing. Flint was sitting at the opposite end of the bath, examining her body. She moved closer and closer to him, until she was pressed up against his body. He rested his hands on her hips and grinned as she wrapped herself around him. She moaned as he pushed his hot lips against her throat, and then leaned in to kiss him. She felt their bodies sink beneath the water, and suddenly her breath was being drained. She opened her eyes to see her reflection smiling back at her with emerald green eyes.

Marcus let Katie dream on for a bit before pulling her out of the steaming hot bath at the throat. She had probably been sleeping in there for a few minutes, seeing as though she was muggle born, and muggles were only able to hold their breath for so long before drowning. He grinned as he watched her hack and spit up water, and nearly laughed out loud when she realised that she was completely naked. He let his eyes wander over her body for a while, before grinning at her and saying: "I've seen worse." Katie snatched her towel out of his hands and wrapped it around herself without looking at him.

"What are you doing in here anyway?" She growled.

"Well, you just about saved my life earlier." He said, examining her face as her head shot up in disbelief. "But don't think I came to thank you, little girl. It was a stupid move."

"How so?" Katie asked.

"If there was ever a strong indication that the team captain was throwing the game, then that was it. You have to stay focussed. The aim of this is not to become best friends, but to get back at Wood for being a dickhead." He spat. Katie watched his body language as he delivered this pep-talk and wondered if this is how he was when he addressed his team members. He did not pace around the room like Wood did, and instead of blabbering on about nothing, he got right down to business. She also noticed something very human in his eyes as he spoke. "Oi, Blondie!" He snapped his fingers in front of her face.

"Don't call me that." She almost yelled. She watched as all the emotion drained from his face and next thing she knew, she felt a sharp pain at the back of her head as he pulled her face inches away from his.

"If you think I give a shit about what you like to be called, or you for that matter, you'd better think again, girlie. When I speak, you will listen, and what I say, you will do." He pulled her hair harder. "And if you don't, I can guarantee that you won't ever be able to fly again." With that, he shoved her away from him and walked out of the room, leaving her in a shivering, crying heap.