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Okay, it’s not that much
longer than the last one, but therefore you’re getting it already today (which
I actually hadn’t planned). And I just had to end the chapter where I ended it,
because if I had put the next bit in too, it might have ended up too long (at
least in comparison to my other chapters) and I might not have something to
write during the weekend ;p
But I think the first part of
the chapter might – just maybe – be a nice compensation for the short
chapters. :D
Mimi: I’m glad I put that
sentence in on an afterthought :D
Gigi: Thank you very much! I’m
glad you like it so far, and don’t worry, I’m not
planning on leaving this story unfinished.
Lensa: I’m glad you like it!
Tdk: Ah, I think I’ve just grown
a few inches! Thank you!
Teda: I’m glad you’re reading it
although it is NOT Angelina/Fred
Chapter
6
Mornings
can be hell!
Angelina walked sleepily to
the bathroom. But as soon as she opened the door she was wide awake and
shrieked.
“What the hell are you doing
here?!?” She asked and turned her back towards him immediately, but didn’t
leave the room. It was HER flat after all.
“What does it look like,
Johnson? I was taking a shower.” Marcus replied coolly and grinned at her
reaction.
“Well, since it seems as
though you’re done, would you just get out of here!” she told him, not the
least bit asking. Marcus’ grin widened and he walked closer towards her until
he was directly behind her.
“Why, never seen a naked man
before?” He drawled close to her ear. Angelina narrowed her
eyes and turned her head so she could look into his eyes. Then she met his grin
with one of her own.
“Plenty. But
not a naked troll!” She told him icily. “And now get out! I need a
shower!” Marcus just glared one last time at her and walked past her, moving as
close to her body as possible without pressing himself against her. However,
when Angelina noticed that he still was naked she blinked a few times before
she found her voice again.
“What
the… at least put some clothes on when you’re walking around my flat! There are
windows here and people living in the houses next to this one!” Marcus threw
his arms up in the air and sighed dramatically before he turned back around to
face her once more.
“Could
you decide what you want?” He asked while Angelina cursed silently and turned
her head away so she wouldn’t have to look at his naked form.
“You
just said you wanted me out of the bathroom. But my clothes are in there. So
what shall it be now? In with my clothes, or out without them?” Angelina bit
her lip to prevent herself from cursing farther and turned around. She found
his clothes lying on the floor and picked them up. She went back to Flint
and shoved the clothes into his arms.
“Thank
you very much.” Marcus grinned at her. Angelina just glared at him and Marcus
was sure he heard her growl when she turned back into the bathroom and shut the
door close behind her. Shortly after that he heard the water running behind the
door. He went back into the living room area and put his clothes on, always carefully watching the little beast Johnson
called a cat.
Angelina
fumed underneath the water. It seemed to be even hotter than it normally was,
but today it couldn’t soothe her. She was sure she’d go crazy before there was
even the slightest sign of her stalker. She couldn’t believe that of all people
it had to be Flint who should protect her.
She
groaned and leaned her head back against the cool wall tiles, trying to get
some comfort out of it. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She was
trying to think of something nice. Something she liked. She tried to think of
Quidditch, of sleeping, of having her flat to herself!
But
her mind had other plans and instead replayed the scene from some mere seconds
ago in her head. Angelina had to suppress a scream. Marcus Flint
standing naked in her bathroom was not a sight she wanted to remember. Or maybe…
“Oh no! No, no, no!” She
told herself. “It’s definitely too much stress for me! Way
too much!” She washed herself in a new record time since the shower did
nothing to relax her, so she wanted to go to training as fast as possible.
Maybe she could get a Quaffle at Flint’s head. She just
would have to do it inconspicuous. A small smile found its way to her face when she stepped
out of the shower and put her clothes on.
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About ten minutes later she
was sitting opposite Marcus at her kitchen table, her obligatory bowl of
chocolate cereal before her, her eyes glancing over the headlines of the
newspaper.
“Don’t you have anything
‘real’ to eat?” Marcus asked when he looked at her cereal. Angelina looked up slowly to meet his gaze. She was already more than
irritated by him. He reminded her why she had been glad of being an only child!
“What
do you mean with ‘real’?” she asked him and put another spoon full of the
cereal into her mouth.
“I
mean something you have to chew. Real food.”
“This
IS real food!” Angelina told him annoyed and pointed at her cereal.
“No,
this looks like something an animal,
one of these small, fluffy and cute animals would eat, but not a grown human
being!”
“You’re
human? Why have you never told me that?” Angelina asked him mockingly and
smiled sweetly at him when he glared at her.
‘Giles, you will have to pay for this!’ Marcus thought and closed his eyes; maybe he would wake up from this
nightmare.
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About an hour later Marcus was
sitting in the stadium of Puddlemere United and watched bored as the team
practised. Had anyone told him three years ago that as being an auror he would
have to watch over Johnson he would have immediately declined the offer. But
no, nobody had warned him that he would end up as a bodyguard for the
Gryffindor.
‘But
she has a nice pair of legs!’ he thought and had to grin at the thought. ‘And if what I saw in that hallway in
Hogwarts was any indication she must also have a nice pair of…’
“Watch it!” Marcus ducked just
in time before this red haired seeker of Puddlemere United could slam into him.
He saw her flying of towards the other direction, still following the small
golden snitch.
Marcus growled when he looked
back towards the pitch. Angelina was grinning at him, obviously
enjoying what she had just witnessed. He scowled at her and looked
at the male players of the team, trying to find even the slightest hint that
one of them could be the stalker.
But he couldn’t find anything
that looked to be out of the ordinary. He arose from his seat and decided to go
look through the building, the locker rooms and also get a closer eye on the
fans.
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Marcus leaned against the wall
and sighed heavily. Shouldn’t there be ANY sign of Johnson’s stalker? He ran a
hand through his hair and thought about where else he could search.
He looked up when he heard
voices and saw that the practise was over and the team was on its way to the
locker rooms.
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“So, how was your first night?”
Oliver asked Angelina while walking a few feet behind
the rest of the team. Angelina made a face that left no doubts about just how
bad it had been.
“What
happened?” Oliver asked her sympathetically. Angelina sighed and shook her
head.
“I
had to tell him every guy I ever dated, had a relationship with and so on.”
Oliver raised his eyebrows at her and waited for her to continue.
“It
was hell! Talking about this with Flint
of all people was absolutely NOT on my ‘things to do before I die list’!”
“So,
he is now suspecting your ex-boyfriends?”
“I
don’t know. I think he suspects every single person he sees!” Angelina sighed
and stopped before entering the building. Oliver looked asking at her when he
too stopped.
“I
don’t want to go back home with him!” Angelina whined. Oliver had to suppress a
grin and put his arm around her shoulder.
“Poor Angel.” Angelina glared
at him and shoved his arm off from her shoulder.
“This
is NOT funny! How about we change and you
go and live with that… that…. that…” she threw her arms up, showing that she
couldn’t even come up with a good swearword to describe Flint.
Angelina sighed and shook her head.
“Look
at me, just one evening with him and I’m already acting like a total bitch.”
Oliver
took a step towards his friend and pulled Angelina close to him, hugging her
and stroking her back.
“Hey,
I’m sure he’ll find that psycho soon and then you are rid of him again.”
“I
want to be rid of him now.” Angelina whined against Oliver’s shoulder when she
hugged him back.
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Marcus
watched them through the open door. He raised his eyebrows when he saw them
hugging and wondered silently if there was still something going on between
them. Maybe Johnson hadn’t been so sincere about her relationships.
He
frowned when he felt someone behind him, watching the couple like he did, but
with an entirely different feeling. Marcus could feel the jealousy directed at
the couple outside on the pitch. He turned around but no one was standing
there.
Was
his mind playing jokes on him? He could have sworn someone had been there. He
had felt it way too strong for it to have only been an illusion of his own
mind. He shook his head and turned back around just in time to see Johnson and
Wood finally ending their lovey-dovey small-talk and walking into the building.
When
Oliver walked past him he glared at Marcus, making his dislike of the former
Slytherin obvious. Marcus grinned at Wood until he moved through the door
behind Marcus, walking into the man’s locker room of Puddlemere United.
Angelina was just about to enter the other locker room when Marcus told her to
hurry with getting ready.
“It
doesn’t matter how long I need to get ready, we’re going all together to the
Puddlemere Inn every day after the training.” Angelina told him and Marcus
sighed. More time with these people. Yippee!
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