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I\'m watching you!	By : Cupiditatis Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 5620 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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So, here�s chapter
10 (sorry for the title, but I couldn�t come up with a better one). Hope you�ll
enjoy!

Mimi: Yes, the story is definitely going on
(there is still too much that Angelina
and Marcus have to �do�)

Eboni: Thank you! I�m glad you like it! I
absolutely agree with you about the too few Angelina
stories (which was one of the reasons why I started to write this one)

Lensa: glad you liked it

Tdk: *ducks from any spells* just remember,
if you�re going to hex me, I�m not able to write on�

Sorry, I�m not
writing much but I�m tired as hell, so good night!

Chapter 10

Interlude

Angelina opened her
eyes lazily when she felt herself being placed onto something soft. She looked
into a pair of green eyes and heard a voice talking to her, but she couldn�t
make out the words that were being said. She was trying to say something but
her mouth was too dry. She wanted to sit up but was gently pushed back to where
she was lying on. When her head made contact with the soft something beneath
her again she fell back asleep.

Marcus sighed when
Angelina closed her eyes again. She had looked so unfocused at him, as though
she hadn�t really seen him and he suspected that this was actually the truth.

The last hour had
also been tiring for him. He had run out to look for her and found her in an
alley next to the Puddlemere Inn, Lance on top of her, trying to rape her! An
�Expelliarmus�-spell had thrown Lance off of her and against the wall, but he
had quickly recovered and before Marcus could reach him he had already
apparated out of the alley. Marcus had picked up Angelina and when he turned
around he had found Oliver standing behind him at the entrance of the alley.

It had taken Marcus
some time to convince Oliver that he had to take Angelina to a safer place than
her flat or even St. Mungo�s. To a place, Lance didn�t know of. In the end,
Oliver had agreed, if very reluctantly and had gone to tell the rest of the
team and her friends what had happened.

Marcus had
apparated home. To his home. He had gone into his bedroom and put Angelina on
his bed. And that was, were he was now sitting next to. He had informed Giles.
Had to make sure Lance would be caught and punished. And now he needed to get a
doctor.

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�So?� He asked
Doctor Fleming, after he had examined Angelina�s wounds.

�The two wounds on
her head are not as serious as they may seem. Wounds on the head often look far
more serious than they actually are. I could heal them with a few spells and
she shouldn�t even feel dizzy anymore once she wakes up. But she shouldn�t move
her ankle in the next time. I want to look at it again in three days.� With
this he left and Marcus went back into his room. He looked at Angelina�s
sleeping form and was more than relieved to find the bleeding wound on her
forehead gone.

He cursed himself
that he hadn�t asked the doctor about how long she would be sleeping, for he
wanted to make sure she wasn�t alone when she woke up but he also felt the
urgent need to take a shower. After a few moments he decided that it was better
to take that shower now, and then wait here for her to wake up than to wait
here now and then go for a shower when she would be about to wake up and be
alone.

He went out into
the hallway and into the bathroom next to his bedroom. It was a huge difference
from her bathroom and he was glad to be back in his own four walls. Although he
wished the reason for his being back home would be another than Angelina being
attacked.

He kicked his shoes
and socks off and walked barefooted over the marble floor of the room. He
walked past the giant tube which was in the floor in the middle of the room and
took his shirt of, letting it fall to the floor just behind the tube. He
unbuttoned his trousers and let them fall around his ankles, walking out of
them and pulling his boxer shorts off too. Marcus had reached the other end of
the bathroom and thus, the shower. He opened the glass door and stepped into
the spacious shower. At least here he could stretch his arms again!

As soon as he stood
inside of the shower the water started pouring down on him in just the right
temperature. He sighed contentedly and let the water run over his body. It
really did feel good to be home again! If only the reason why Angelina was
lying in his bed would be different one.

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Angelina heard the
faint sound of running water and slowly opened her eyes. She looked up at the
white ceiling above her and frowned. She was not lying in her bed! She was
lying on silk and she did not have silken beddings! She sat up slowly and
looked around the room. It was more than three times as big as her own bedroom.
The bed itself was already more than twice as large as her bed. The furniture
was completely in dark wood, the silken beddings pitch black.

Her heart seemed to
stop beating for a moment when she remembered what had happened at the party.
Had Lance taken her with him? But it had been somebody else who had picked her
up. Or had she just imagined someone helping her? Had it just been a fantasy
made up by her wounded head? She touched the back of her head gingerly, but
there was nothing. Not even a bump. Had this all just been a dream? But where
was she then? Her wand was nowhere to be seen and a quick look at her outfit
told her that she was wearing what she had put on for the party. This was all
so confusing!

Then she heard steps
outside of the room and it was not until then that she noticed the water was no
longer running. The door to the room she was in was slowly opened and she tried
to scoop away from the door. But as soon as she tried to put her right foot to
some use she knew that it was a bad idea. So, it hadn�t been a dream or an
imagination!

When the door
opened completely Angelina sighed deeply as she saw that it was Marcus who was
walking into the room. He was only wearing a pair of wide black trousers; his
hair was still wet, small water drops running over his neck.

�Hey. I didn�t
think you�d wake up so soon.� He greeted her and walked towards the bed. He sat
down on the edge and looked at her.

�How are you
feeling?�

Angelina
shrugged, not really sure how she was feeling. She still wasn�t really sure
what had happened.

�My
foot hurts. And my mouth�s as dry as a desert. But other than that I think I�m
fine.� She said after some time and Marcus nodded. Only seconds after she had
said this a tray appeared on the nightstand on her right. A glass and a carafe filled with
water were standing on it. Angelina looked at
Marcus who only shrugged and said the word �house elves� as an answer.

Angelina
tried to scoop closer to the nightstand but again her foot kept her from
succeeding.

�Wait.�
Marcus told her and filled the glass with water and gave it to her.

�Thank
you.� Angelina murmured and drank thirstily the whole glass at once. She looked
down at the empty glass in her hand and was trying to get her thoughts cleared
up in her head, but there was just so much of this stupid fog covering them.

�What�
what exactly happened?� she finally asked Marcus, still not looking up from the
glass in her hand. She was now clutching it so tightly that her knuckles showed
a lighter colour than the rest of her skin.

�I
don�t exactly know what happened before I reached you, but I don�t think it was
as much as he wanted to do. Unfortunately he has escaped. But Giles has sent
out other aurors to catch him.� Angelina nodded weakly and swallowed.

�To
think that I believed this all to be nothing but a big prank. That it all isn�t
true� I would have never believed that Lance�� she shook her head and didn�t
continue to speak. Marcus didn�t say something either. Probably for the first
time Marcus didn�t feel the urge to provoke her by saying something.

�I�
I thought I had a wound on my head?� Angelina finally looked back up at Marcus.

�A
doctor was here. He took care of your wounds on the head, but he said you
shouldn�t move your ankle for the next few days.�

Angelina
took this information in and nodded. She put the glass back onto the tray.

�Where
is my wand?�

Marcus
looked at her for a moment then remembered that he had also forgotten to take
her robe with him. Both, her robe as well as her wand still had to be in the Inn. Or maybe one of her
friends, maybe Wood, had taken it with him. That was what he finally told her.

�So,
what now?�

�You
will stay here until this guy is caught and safely put into Azkaban. When your
foot has healed you can then go back to your home and continue your life as
before.�

Angelina
had an odd feeling when she thought about going back to her home. When she
thought about living alone after this evening she felt shivers running down her
back. But then she remembered, she wasn�t exactly living alone.

�Radames!�

Marcus
raised his eyebrows at her and looked asking at the woman lying in his bed.

�I
can�t leave him alone for some days!� She looked pleading at him and Marcus had
a very bad feeling about what was now to come.

�Please.
We have to bring him here.� Angelina pleaded and Marcus wanted to bang his head
against something hard.

�Please.�
Angelina reached her hand out and took his arm. Marcus cursed under his breath
and nodded.

�Okay,
we�ll get him.�

Angelina
smiled and tried to get out of the bed, being reminded of the state her ankle
was in as soon as she tried. Marcus rolled his eyes and sighed. There was only
one way to get her there it seemed. So he pulled back the blanket covering her
and picked her up carefully.

Angelina
put her arms slowly around his neck and tried to keep her face a bit farther
away from his body. The scent of him reminded her of how safe she had felt when
Marcus had picked her up in the alley.

�Ready?�
he asked her. Angelina nodded and then he apparated both of them in front of
the building her flat was in.

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The
moment they were standing on the street Marcus thought he should have put his
shirt on after the shower. Good thing I
put my shoes back on he thought while he stepped towards the building.

�Wait.
My keys are in my robes.� Angelina suddenly said and Marcus sighed. He was sure
that they wouldn�t get into the house without her keys.

�So
what now?� he asked and looked around. But it seemed as though Murphy�s law was
slowly leaving Angelina for just in this moment a neighbour of Angelina�s, a
young mother of two children opened the front door of the house. She raised her
eyebrows at the couple and tried to hide a grin when she greeted Angelina and
held the door open for Marcus before she went away.

Marcus
carried Angelina upstairs, trying not to think about the fact that they
wouldn�t get into her flat without a key. As soon as he reached the first floor
he stopped. Angelina looked disbelieving at the front door of her flat and
tightened her grip around Marcus� neck.

�No.
Please tell me this is not true!� she whispered as she continued to stare at
the open door in front of her. She had closed the door before they had gone to
the party. She was absolutely sure about this!

Marcus
cursed silently under his breath. His first reaction was that he wanted to
bring Angelina back to his home immediately and then come back to look through
the flat. But he already knew that she wouldn�t agree with this and to argue
with her would take too much time. He also couldn�t leave her out here in the
hallway, for if whomever it was, who had broken into her flat was still there
he would directly run into her should he try to escape.

�What
are you waiting for?� Angelina asked him and was already thinking about jumping
down from his arms and walk into her flat herself, no matter how hard her ankle
would be protesting. She could only think about Radames. She needed to go into
her flat and get him out of there. No matter who or what might be waiting there
for her!

Marcus
sighed and kicked the door farther open with his foot. He slowly went towards
the flat and turned the lights on. No one was here, he was sure about this as
soon as he was in the flat. But it looked as though whomever it had been, and
Marcus had a supposition that it was a light haired man with a very mad mind, had
made sure that everyone knew someone had been there.

The flat looked more like a
battlefield than a flat. The armchairs and the couch were slit open, the
blanket he had used for the last two nights was lying on the floor, or rather
said, the remains of what used to be a blanket was lying on the floor. Marcus
carried Angelina towards the kitchen and put her down on
a chair.

�I�ll
go and look at your bedroom and bathroom.� He told her and already left. Angelina
looked around her in disbelief. The cupboards were all opened, everything that
she used to keep inside of them was lying somewhere on the floor. On her right
was the broken vase of the roses. The flowers themselves were stamped onto,
completely destroyed. She bent slowly down and lifted the only flower that was
not destroyed and smelled on it. Turned the now stalk-less flower in her hand.
How dared he destroy her roses!?!

And
where was Radames? If Lance had dared to do as much as touch a hair on his head
she would kill him herself! Her heart seemed to beat faster when she heard a
faint �meow� and saw Marcus coming back to her.

�Your
bedroom looks even worse than the rest of your flat, and I fear you don�t have
any clothes left. But therefore I found something else I thought you might want
back.� He held Radames by his neck away from him. Angelina�s face lit up when
she saw her cat and Marcus put Radames on her lap. The cat immediately started
to purr and rub himself against Angelina�s stomach.

�We
should go back. I�ll sent an owl to Giles and tell him about this here.� And I�ll kick the old man�s arse if they
don�t find this bastard soon! He added in his thoughts. He lifted Angelina
up again, slowly and carefully so that Radames wouldn�t jump down and walked
out of the flat, pulling the door close with his foot. He went out of the
building and onto the street, apparating back to his home as soon as they left
the house.

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Angelina
was again lying on Marcus� bed while he searched his wardrobe for something
that she could wear tonight. Radames was walking around in the room and
Angelina still wondered how he had gotten out of it without the slightest
scratch. She had put the rose on the tray which still stood on the nightstand
and watched her cat smilingly. Marcus turned around towards her and held up a
dark green t-shirt.

�This should fit
you.� Angelina rolled her eyes inwardly.
Did Slytherins not know that there existed other colours but black and green?
When Marcus was about to leave her alone so she could change she remembered
that she couldn�t take her jeans off on her own, nor did she have her wand.

�Um,
Marcus?� He stopped at the door and turned back towards her.

�Could
you please give me your wand for a minute?� He raised his eyebrows at her but
gave her the wand nonetheless. He left the room and made his way to the study,
writing a letter to Giles and telling him what had happened to Angelina�s flat.
When he came back into his room a few minutes later she was dressed in the
t-shirt which was still too large on her. Her clothes were folded and were
lying on a chair near the window.

�You
should go to bed now, I think you had enough action for one day.� He told her
and Angelina had to smile at the thought how much he sounded like a father. The
only thing missing was the �young lady� part.

�Where
are you going to sleep?� she asked him, not really liking the feeling of having
him thrown out of his own bed. Marcus shrugged.

�I�ll
tell the house elves to get me one of the guestrooms ready.�

Angelina
frowned and looked at the bed she was sitting in. It was more than big enough
to have two people lying in it without having to touch the other one. There
could probably lay four people in this bed without touching each other!

�That�s
bullshit. This is your room; I shouldn�t throw you out of it. The bed is big
enough for both of us.� Angelina told him and shrugged when he raised his
eyebrows at her. She didn�t want to admit that she also was the slightest bit
afraid to spend the night alone, especially since she couldn�t move properly.

Angelina
lay down and carefully turned onto her left side, slowly pulling her leg along
with her and pulled the blanket up to her chest when Marcus made his way to the
other side of the bed. When he had taken off his shoes, socks and trousers she
had already closed her eyes and was on her way to the land of dreams.

When
Marcus turned around to lie down in the bed himself he saw the rose laying on
the tray on the nightstand on the other side of the bed. He hadn�t even noticed
before that she had the rose and was now slightly confused. Why would she take
the flower with her?

He
leaned over her and took the rose by the now very short stem. He looked at the
dark rose and shook his head.

�Johnson?�
he asked silently.

�Mhm�?�
Angelina didn�t even open her eyes when she heard his voice.

�Why
did you bring the rose with you?� he asked her, his voice full of lack of
understanding. Angelina shrugged slightly and mumbled something incoherently. Marcus
asked her again and Angelina opened her eyes sleepily.

�I
don�t really know. Maybe because no one gave me flowers before.� She yawned and
closed her eyes again. Marcus leaned back on his side of the bed and looked
dumbfounded at her.

�Good
night.� He heard Angelina murmur and replied slowly. He watched her for some
time, noticing how her breath became more and more regular and sighed.
He turned the rose around in his hand and gently touched the velvety blossom.
He laid his head onto his pillow and continued to watch Angelina.

Her
hand was holding the edge of the blanket, a stray strand of her hair had fallen
into her face. While he was watching her Marcus felt like a teen again. Angelina
Johnson had always impressed him. Before she even started Hogwarts she had
caught his attention, being anything but intimidated by him on the Hogwarts
Express. In the first years she had mostly irritated him.

She
would not be intimidated by him or anybody else what took all the fun out of
playing with the first years. She was an excellent Quidditch player who caused
him to feel the fear of loosing a game against Gryffindor more than once. Up
until his last year at Hogwarts he had seen Angelina Johnson as a very
irritating Gryffindor whose name he actually managed to remember.

On
the evening he had seen her and this Hufflepuff � or had it been a Ravenclaw �
in the hallway all of this had changed. He had gone back to his bed that night
and had dreamt about her. Had dreamt that it had been him who had had her
against the wall. But she wasn�t trying to get away from him, oh no. In his
dream she had been moaning his name, had pressed herself against him and had
begged him to take her.

He
had woken up covered in sweat and as horny as he had never been before. Had she
been a Slytherin he had found his way to the girls� dorms and had made his way
to her bed, but she wasn�t a Slytherin, she had been far away on the other side
of the castle, tucked up safely in her Gryffindor bed and he had ended up with
the only substitute he had: his right hand.

He
closed his eyes for a moment and shook his head. It was really not wise to
think about that time � and the many nights that followed this first one � now,
while she was in his bed. All he had to do was reach out his hand and he could
touch her.

Before
he knew what he was doing he reached out his hand and let the soft flower he
was still holding touch the skin on the back of her hand. He ran the flower
towards her wrist but stopped immediately when he heard Angelina sigh in her
sleep. When she didn�t move he continued to stroke up her arm with the flower,
watching enchanted how the smooth black flower moved along her skin. He let the
flower wander up to her elbow and farther until the t-shirt was stopping his
way.

He
looked at her face. Looking at the long whimpers lying on her cheeks. At the
smile she was wearing, indicating that she was having a nice dream. The strand
of hair still hanging in her face. Marcus gently ran the rose over her cheek,
thus pushing the strand of her black hair back out of her face.

Whether
it was the touch on her face or the smell of the rose Angelina slowly opened
her eyes and looked at him. Marcus was sure his heart stopped beating for a
moment. He was already preparing himself for what he expected was to come: a
slap, screaming, more hitting�

But
Angelina only continued to look at him and then, slowly, smiled at Marcus
before she closed her eyes again. Marcus heard her murmur something about
�nice� and watched her when she fell asleep again.

How was he to survive and stay a sane man at
the same time when she would continue to stay with him?
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