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Breathe	By : shooghe2 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 16071 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Katie woke up in a daze. She temporarily forgot where she was until she saw the green sheets and started to remember scenes from the night before. There was a dent in the mattress next to her where Marcus had lain. She subconsciously reached over and stroked it with her hand.

            What was happening to her? Why did she feel…attached…to him? This wasn’t happening. She had to get control and she had to get out of here, if not for herself, then for Angelina. There was a day, one day left, and if she didn’t time it perfectly they would inevitably be caught. She just had to trick him that she was his, for one day, enough to make it into his bed one more time. The door would be unlocked at night, and she could sneak out undetected.

            Letting out a large yawn, she got out of bed and put on a white sundress that was laid out for her. There was a note in green stationary lying on the desk, next to a lily.

                        Katie,

                        When you wake and are ready, meet me on the terrace for breakfast.

                        Marcus

            Before she had time to set it down a house-elf appeared.

            “Good morning”

            “Good morning miss. Master would like me to see if you would like your hair brushed”

            “No thank you, I can do it myself” The house elf shrugged and with a pop disappeared back to his quarters. She quickly tidied herself up with the items left for her in the bathroom and walked towards the terrace.

            It was a beautiful day outside the sun shone brightly and there were few clouds in the blue sky overhead. When she opened the French doors to step outside, she found it was pleasantly warm, with a slight breeze. The terrace looked out onto the back of the manor, to a large fountain and landscaped gardens.

            Marcus was sitting at a table, in a loose button up shirt and slacks, reading the Daily Prophet. He looked up at her.

            “The white suits you well, come have a seat and have something to eat.” He said pleasantly to her. Bashfully, Katie walked over to the table and pulled out a chair. There was a wide assortment of foods, and she carefully plucked some bright green grapes and put them on her plate.

            The image of them together must be amusing to an outsider, a Slytherin and his Gryffindor slave eating breakfast together like a married couple.

            “Are you up for a stroll? The weather is so nice, I figured we should take advantage of it” Marcus asked her.

            “Sure, why not” Katie replied. I guess this was the game they were going to play, act like last night hadn’t happened at all. He probably couldn’t even remember after all the firewhiskey he downed. They finished up breakfast and the house elves cleared away the table while they headed down the stairs to the gardens.

            They started down the main path, and branched off at an ornate fountain into an endless maze of flowers and shrubbery.

            “And this all belongs to you?”

            “Well, yes, now that my parents are deceased the manor passed on to me. It goes back 7 generations of Flints. The garden was the labor of my great-great grandmother, she detested being kept indoors, and found much more pleasure surrounded by nature.” They rounded another corner, and Katie saw rows and rows of all colors of roses.

            “Wow. These are breathtaking” She said, and bent down to smell one. When she stood back up, she felt Marcus behind her, and he carefully placed his hands on her waist. His lips gently kissed down the side of her neck as his hand moved up to her breasts.

            “I haven’t been able to get last night out of my head all day…” he whispered in her ear, his hand slowly moving down to her most intimate of regions. Katie sighed and fell back into him as he stroked her under the dress, causing her toes to stretch and her back to arch. She turned to him and consumed him with a kiss.

            They fell to the ground and made love, not rough and eager like last night, but gentle and caring. When they were finished, they walked back to the manor, his hand resting possessively on her lower back.

            Katie couldn’t put her finger on which side to trust. Such inner turmoil he must constantly be in between having such unforgiving hatred and caring compassion all at once. She didn’t know which side to believe, but it was no matter. A promise had been made to Angelina, and she was bound and determined to follow through on it.

            While Marcus showered for dinner, Katie took her newfound freedom to good use and raided his potion drawer. Over the past few weeks, she had caught on to its location, particularly when Marcus was suffering from a horrendous hangover. Assuring she was alone, she opened the drawer and pocketed a vial of sleeping draught.

            Katie returned to her room and prepared for dinner. Marcus had told her it would be exceptional and even took the liberty of laying out an exquisite emerald green chiffon gown. She allowed for the house elves to style her hair in soft blonde curls which cascaded down her back, and applied a little more makeup than usual.

            Descending the stairs, she laid eyes on Marcus who looked dashing in designer dress robes that were tailored to him. She cursed herself for letting her gaze rest a little too long on him, as he smirked. Without warning, she flashed back to their passionate trysts last night and this morning, secretly yearning for another go.

            “You look stunning. I took the courtesy of having dinner prepared in the parlor, a little more comfortable than trying to have a conversation over a long table”

            Marcus brought her to the parlor, where a fire was started. Candles were set around the room as well, and plates were laid out on a low table with an array of seasoned meats and vegetables. He poured himself a glass of firewhiskey from his decanter.

            “Would you care for a drink?”

            “Yes, do you have any wine?”

            “Only the finest collection in England, let me go raid our secret storage” Marcus left the room, and Katie quickly took to work. Smoothly she walked around the room as if examining the finery, and subtly emptied the entire contents of the sleeping draught into Marcus’ glass. Moments later, Marcus came back and poured her the most delicious glass of wine she had ever tasted.

            They finished dinner, and after enjoying dessert, curled up next to each other before the fire.

            “I have something for you” he said and went behind her to fasten a necklace. Katie held the pendent in her hand, it was a brilliant dark blue sapphire, encircled with diamonds and hanging from a long silver chain.

            “It matches your eyes”

            “It’s beautiful” Katie said sincerely, looking up into his eyes.

            “You know, I’m sure I could convince the Dark Lord to make you my sole property. You could stay here as normal, unless of course there was an event or guests which would require you to assume the standard decorum.”

            “I suppose that could work”

            “I lost my temper with you last night. You just have to be careful, I don’t like that side to come out…it was quite wonderful though”

            “Yes, it was.” He lifted up her chin and engulfed her in a kiss, but broke away to let out a long yawn

            “You minx, you must have worn me out over the past 24 hours, I am so tired I can barely move”

            “Well let’s head to bed then, we had an eventful day”

            They headed to Marcus’ chambers and disrobed, climbed into bed, and settled comfortably in each others arms. Immediately, she heard snores.

Marcus had every last drop of the sleeping drought laced whiskey she had slipped him, and he was curled up like a baby in the sheets. She slowly lifted up the sheet to get out of bed, but stopped for a moment. One last time, she leaned over and left a gentle kiss on Marcus’ cheek. Quickly smoothing his hair back, she got up, grabbed his wand, crept out of the door, and down the hall to the library. The napkin Angelina had given her smeared a bit, but she could still make out the correct address.

“You should know better than to think I don’t know firewhiskey enough to tell if it’s been spiked” Marcus said behind her. She spun around and pointed her wand at him, ready to attack if needed.

“Don’t act like you feel nothing for me, I know it’s a lie. I’ve seen it”

“You haven’t seen anything!” Katie interrupted, he voice starting to waver.

“I played you Marcus, I played you like the best game of Quidditch I ever had. How could I feel anything for someone who tortured and killed the people that I love!” Her eyes began to water now and she looked down at the floor.

“You’re eyes could never lie Katie, as much as you want them to. You and I both know it’s true, and if it helps you to sleep better at night to deny it, that’s your problem.” His eyes flashed to the sapphire necklace between her breasts.

“I’ll turn every rock, I’ll scour every inch of land.” She looked up at him with doe-like eyes, he knew there was a tinge of sadness there, of remorse.

“I know.” She replied boldly. And with a flash of smoke and light, she was gone.

End, or maybe just for now?
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