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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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Okay, I�m writing this without any chocolate being near me, and I guess
that made me write Angelina�s reactions the way I did.
(okay, maybe not only because of the lack of chocolate, but I�m sure it has a
lot to do with it!)

Also, this chapter has been the
hardest to write so far. I wrote it, scratched a part of it, took half of it
out, then rewrote the part in between and put the other half back in� (let�s
just say it was hell!)

Mimi: oh, you already
liked HIS reaction? Well, wait until you read Angelina�s. :D

Yawning: Oh there will
definitely be some sparks�but�well� not all of them are good ones :D

Teda: I think I�ve just
grown a few inches :D I�m glad you like the story!!!

Tdk: Glad you like
it!!!

Evilevergreen: oh, don�t worry,
I don�t feel stalked. It�s not as though I�d be paranoid (well, okay, so maybe
I am, but that is the other me, the one who is not allowed on the pc right now,
so�). Well, there�s no real difference between the story here and on FF.Net,
just the use of some words, descriptions, I think the most I ever had to do
scratch or replace was one sentence, but the story itself is all the same.

�you killed kenny, you
bastard!�: :D I hope you�ll like Angelina�s reaction
too!

Lensa: Some years ago I
read an article about creating characters and the one sentence I still now was
�no person is just bad! If you make some Bad Boy, he has to have a reason for
acting the way he does� so that�s the reason why I made up Marcus� past the way
I did. That through his father Marcus has become the �bastard� we all love. And
the other people being suspicious of him only added to his bastard-like
behaviour. He is the kind of guy who only shows �feelings� towards people who
are close to him (not that there would be a lot of these peoples), and towards
the rest he is just �typical Marcus Flint�. I hope that explains why I wrote
the last chapter.

Eppes: just saw your
review and hurried to put it in :D No, Marcus is not looking as bad as
described in the books.

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Chapter 4

This has to be a nightmare!

Marcus made his way to Angelina�s
flat as slowly as it was possible. He had told Giles he should send someone
else, but the old man didn�t want to listen to any of Marcus�s complains. For a
second Marcus had even thought about falling on his knees and beg, but he was
still too much a Slytherin to consider this a possibility for more than a
second.

So
now he was standing in front of the house where his newest �case� was living
in. �The �perfect� place to live in.�
he thought sarcastically. The building was old, at least two hundred years, but
it was clean and just �perfect�. White stone, flowers in front of most of the
windows� it looked like the picture of some greeting card.

�I bet the backside has nice little balconies in each
flat� he thought while he opened the
front door of the house and started to walk up the stairs to the first floor. ¹

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�Angie, please, stop pacing
around!� Oliver couldn�t take it any longer. Since they had come back two hours
ago she was walking around aimlessly in her flat. As though it hadn�t been hard
enough to finally get her to call help. It had taken nearly two hours for him
to get her out of the flat and bring her to report what had happened so far.

All the while she had tried to
make it sound less serious than it was. As soon as the first shook after receiving
the flowers and the card had been over, she had tried to convince Oliver that
everything was alright, and that she didn�t need an auror to watch her.

�This is so illogical. I shall
trust someone whom I�ve never met before to watch over me for Merlin knows how
long. He will have to stay here with me � alone! Am I the only one in this room
who thinks this is rather insane?� Angelina asked for
about the 100^th time after they had returned. Oliver sighed. He was
sitting on the couch, Radames lying next to him, complaining every time Oliver
took his hand away from the cat�s fur.

�Angel! Believe me, I would
gladly stay here and watch for your safety my self, but I wouldn�t trust myself
of being able to protect you if this psycho came in here. I would forever blame
myself if something happened to you!�

�Great, so now you can blame
someone else if something�ll happen to me!�

�Angelina! Nothing will happen
to you!� Angelina walked towards the couch and stopped in
front of Oliver. She leaned forward and placed her hands on the backrest of the
couch, imprisoning Oliver�s head between her arms.

�If
nothing�s going to happen to me, than I don�t need an auror playing bodyguard
for me!� she smiled sweetly at him, but the next sentence was said in anything
but a sweet voice. �So you can go directly to this ministry guy and tell him to
call his watchdog back!�

Oliver
narrowed his eyes and glared at her. He would have to rephrase his statement
from before. He would gladly LEAVE this flat as soon as possible. Slowly, very
slowly, his friend was ruining his nerves! He could feel a headache starting to
form. Before he could say something to her that would just lead them into
another discussion, however, there was a knock on the door. Silently, Oliver
thanked Merlin, God, or whoever was responsible for this timing.

�I
guess your watchdog is here.� He told her happily and grinned when she glared
at him before she went to open the door. Oliver stretched his neck to see the
front door when Angelina opened it. She was still looking at Oliver and glared
at him until she had the door completely opened. When she then turned around
and saw who was standing there, her eyes widened and she shut the door close
immediately.

�This
guy held an odd resemblance to Flint.�
Oliver told her dryly and raised his eyebrows at her when another knock, this
time a harder and louder one, was heard.

�You
should open it, I�d say.� Angelina was still staring at the closed door, not
really noticing what Oliver was saying. She had just imagined this. She hadn�t
really seen Marcus Flint standing outside her flat. This was NOT true!

�Angelina
Aida Johnson!� Hearing Oliver say her full name brought her back to the reality
and she registered the irritating knocking on her front door. She sighed and opened
the door slowly, very slowly, not daring to look out in fear of seeing again
someone who could NOT be standing there.

�Nice
to see you too Johnson!� Marcus snarled when she had the door completely
opened. Angelina closed her eyes and sighed. So it WAS true.

�So, are you going to let me
come in now or do I have to watch over you from outside your flat?� he asked
when Angelina just continued to stand there unmoving
in the door. Reluctantly she stepped aside and let him in, closing the door
behind her and leaned heavily against the door. �Dear Merlin, let this be a nightmare!� she prayed silently,
already knowing that no positive answer would come.

�Who
the hell had the stupid idea of sending you here?� Oliver asked as he arose
from the couch and walked towards Flint.
Marcus looked at Oliver and raised his eyebrows.

�Isn�t
it a bit late for you to be out? Shouldn�t you be home with your mummy? Or is
there something I�ve not been told?� Marcus asked and looked from Oliver to
Angelina and back again.

�I�ve
been told she�s living alone. Or are you just unable to protect your
girlfriend?� Oliver narrowed his eyes at Marcus and took a step towards him.
But just in this moment Angelina�s brain decided to work again. She grabbed
Oliver�s arm and held him back before he could do something stupid.

�Oliver!�
Oliver looked at her and sighed then he glared again at Marcus. Angelina let go
of his arm slowly when she was sure, Oliver had calmed down enough.

�You�ll
be alright with IT?� he asked her and she nodded.

�Okay,
I�ll see you tomorrow morning.� He hugged her and kissed her cheek. Before he
left the flat he glared once more at Marcus.

�One
wrong move and I�ll kill you!� he hissed at him before he left the flat and
left Angelina and Marcus alone.

So
some people thought there was some kind of maniac out there who was after her,
and she was left alone in her flat with Marcus Flint of all people. Right now,
Angelina couldn�t imagine which of both was worse. She only could think about
one thing: SHE DIDN�T LIKE BEING ALONE WITH MARCUS FLINT AT ALL!!!

�So
you and Wood.� The former Slytherin said with a look around her living room
area.

�Why
doesn�t he live with you?� he asked her curiously. After all, he needed to get
all the necessary information to protect her.

�We�re
friends.� Was all Angelina said. Marcus turned towards her and raised his
eyebrows.

�Just
friends.�

�Oh,
so that�s what one calls it today?� He asked grinning and raised his eyebrows
even farther. �So at least he got his
teeth straightened.� Angelina thought to herself, but that didn�t keep her
from glaring at him.

As
though he owned her place he went farther into her flat, towards her kitchen. �Who�d have guessed that!� He thought
sarcastically when he saw the door leading to her balcony.

�And
what exactly are you doing?!� Angelina asked from behind him. Marcus turned
around and found her only a few metres away from her, her arms crossed in front
of her chest.

�Since
I have to protect you from psycho-boy or psycho-girl or psycho-something else I
need to know where your �fan� can get in through. Do you have a fireplace which
is connected to the floo network?� Angelina shook her head in response.

�No
fireplace, no possibility to apparate in here, anti-localisation charms on the
house.� Marcus nodded shortly and then continued to walk through her flat.

�Hey!
Has your mother never told you that it is highly impolite to just look around
in somebody else�s home???� she asked, slowly getting angry at him. Marcus
didn�t answer her and just opened the door to her bathroom. He looked around
and then headed back out, almost running into Angelina in the hall.

She
actually had to crane her neck to look up at him when he stood so close in
front of her.

�Is
this your bedroom?� he asked her pointing at the door opposite the bathroom
door and withstood her gaze.

�Why?�
she asked and narrowed her eyes at him. Marcus just rolled his eyes at her
question.

�Because
if you�ll get your secret admirer to visit you at night, it will most probably
be your bedroom he�s trying to get in.� he explained her as though he was
talking to a child. Angelina sighed then nodded. Marcus took this as a
confirmation to his earlier question and opened also this door.

He
went past Angelina and walked into her bedroom. When he looked at the big
window on the wall opposite the door he frowned. He went towards the window and
looked out of it. It wasn�t possible to climb up here. When he looked up he
looked directly at the balcony of the house next to this one.

�Do
you know who�s living in there?� he asked Angelina and pointed towards the flat
opposite her own.

�Yes,
an old married couple, he�s about 135, a former auror and almost blind, she is
127 and has worked in St. Mungo�s all her life. They have two daughters who
aren�t living with them.� Marcus only response was a nod. So no chance for the
stalker to watch her from here. Nonetheless he closed the curtains before he
turned around and left her bedroom.

Then
he went back to the balcony door, opened it and stepped out. He went to the parapet and looked down. The house was on a street corner and her
balcony was above the second street. On the other side of the street was a
park, not a big one, but enough to spend a Sunday with the family in it.
Besides the park were some houses which were designed for only one family. The
park was a possible hiding place for the stalker. But still, no way to get into
the flat.

�Are
you often on your balcony?� he asked Angelina
once he was back inside and had closed the door.

�Every
morning.� Marcus nodded again and looked around in her kitchen.

�You
should stay inside until this is over.� He told her and looked at her again.
Her look told him enough about what she thought of all this.

�Believe
me Johnson, I can think of a lot of better things to do with my time than
playing your watchdog because some stupid fan of yours can�t satisfy himself
with wanking over one of your posters! And remember, it was YOU who called for
help. It�s not as though I came here and offered it.�

Angelina
glared at him and had to pull herself together with all might to prevent
herself from kicking him somewhere where it would really, really hurt him.

�Nice
speech, why don�t you embroider it on a pillow?� She asked him instead. Marcus
just rolled his eyes at her and went back into her living room area. He flopped
down on the couch and waited for her to come into the living room area herself.

�Meow.�
Marcus took one slow look to his right and saw the black and grey striped cat
sitting next to him.

�What
is this?� he asked Angelina once she was also in the living room area.

�Really
now, Flint, don�t you even know what a cat is?� Marcus glared at her and looked
back at the cat.

�Could
you take it away from me!� It was not at all a question but rather a command.
Angelina raised her eyebrows at him and took Radames into her arms before she
sat down in one of her two armchairs.

�Don�t
tell me you�re afraid of cats? How the hell could you protect me from some
maniac if you�re afraid of cats???�

�I�m
not afraid of cats, but I can�t stand them.� Marcus told her and glared at the
cat in Angelina�s lap.

�Do
you have any idea who your stalker could be?� he changed the subject.

�If
I did know who it is, would you be here?� she asked him.

�I
didn�t ask if you knew, I asked if you had an idea! Any former lovers who might
want you back? Some fan who has tried to get to you a lot? A guy who has asked
you out but whom you refused? A woman who asked you out whom you refused?
Anything?� Angelina shook her head.

�I
can�t think of anyone.�

�Okay.�
Marcus said and ran a hand over his face. �This
will be a long evening!�

�Then
lets start at the beginning. Think of every single former boyfriend, lover,
anything you did as much as flirt with.� He started and looked around for some
paper and quill.

�Do
you have something to write on?� He asked her when she stared at him.

�What?�
he asked her, not understanding what he should have done now.

�You
expect me to tell you whom I had a relationship with???� She asked him
disbelieving.

�Exactly.
Relationship, one-night-stands, affairs, flirts�. Whatever. Now do you have
something to write on?� He asked her once more. Angelina pointed towards an
endtable next to the couch. Marcus looked at the end table and actually found a
roll of parchment as well as a quill and ink.

�So?�
he asked her once more when he had everything set ready on the table, waiting
for her to talk.

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1 For all Americans: in Europe we have the ground
floor and the first floor is over the ground floor.

Ah,
don�t you just die to know whom Angelina has been with? Well, I fear you will
have to wait a bit :D
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