Caecus Amor

A/N: Ello, all! If any of you have been on Fanfiction.net and read my story “Just Friends?” you’ll know who Meredith Bletchley is. She won’t act the same as she does in that story. I’ll try to update as much as I can. Please review!

Caecus Amor: Chapter 1

Marcus Flint strolled down the long corridor after telling the Slytherin Keeper, Terence Higgs, that he was beginning replaced. It was safe to say that Higgs was pissed. ‘You’re replacing me with a second year?!’ Terence had screamed. Now, Terence was lying in the middle of the Quidditch pitch with a broken arm and a bloodied face.

“ Flint,” said Adrian Pucey as Marcus entered the Slytherin Common Room. “ Did ya tell Higgs?”

“ Yeah,” Flint replied, flashing a toothy smirk. “ The bastard went crazy.”

“ Ah well, but look what Lucius Malfoy’s done for us,” said Montague. “ He’s spending a load of money on us. Just so his dear Draco can play.”

“ Watch what you say!” Flint growled. “ Do you want the little brat to hear?”

“ ‘Scuse me,” Montague scowled.

“ So,” said Miles Bletchley. “ When do we start training? Quidditch starts in two months.”

“ I booked the pitch for tomorrow,” Flint said.

“ I thought the goody Gryffindors had the pitch,” Pucey said in dis.
.

“ Snape’ll take care of th Fli Flint said. “ Can’t wait to see the look on Wood’s face when he finds out that his dear Gryffindors can’t practice.”

The Slytherin team laughed as Flint did a horrible impression of Wood. Flint stopped however, when the ‘object of his affection’ walked into the Common Room. Meredith Bletchley, the sister of his team’s Keeper. Merlin, she was gorgeous. Her brown hair always seemed to curl under her chin and her eyes were the brightest shade of blue.

“ Mer,” said Miles as she set hr books down on the table. “ Did you get the potion we asked for?”

“ I did,” she said, holding up a green vial.

The team had asked Meredith to make a certain potion for them, since she had the top marks in their class. They had planned to use the potion on the three Gryffindor Chasers, Katie Bell, Angelina Johnson, and Alicia Spinnet. Meredith guaranteed that it would keep them down for weeks.

“ What exactly does this stuff do?” Pucey said as he gazed at the slimy liquid in the vial.

“ They’ll lose the use of their legs for awhile,” said Meredith with satisfaction. “ And, it will be extremely painful if they even try to move them.”

Flint watched as Meredith explained the potion to his teammates. He admired that certain ‘sinister’ feel about her. She may look innocent on the outside, but she was a true bas ons on the inside. Meredith could see Marcus looking at her out of the corner er eer eye. She shook her head and though, ‘why would he being looking at a book worm like me?’.

“ I can’t wait to see Wood when he looses his Chasers!” Bletchley laughed.

“ I can’t wait to see Angelina Johnson lying on her ass in the hospital wing,” said Meredith bitterly.

Meredith had a held a grudge against Angelina ever since their second year. Meredith used to be on the Slytherin Quidditch team as a Chaser. The captain at the time, Nathan Lethbridge, was impressed by her talent. But, during a match against Gryffindor, Angelina had knocked Meredith off her broom. Angelina, off course, said tht wat was an accident. Nathan was furious and kicked her off the team and she hasn’t tried out of the team since.

“ She’ll be there soon enough,” Flint said with a smug grin on his face.

“ She better,” Meredith retorted. “ I worked too damn hard on that potion for it to go to waste.”

Meredith gabbed her bag and slung it over her shoulder. She bid the Quidh boh boys goodnight and headed to the girls dormitories. Flint watched her all the way up the stairs, tracing the curve of her hips with his eyes. Soon after Meredith went to bed, Miles went up to go work on a potions essay. He had the lowest grade in their potions class, even lower than Flint’s.

“ You still hanging on Meredith, Flint?” Pucey asked.

“ Possibly,” Flint warned. “ And why would you care?”

“ Bletchley would kill you if he found out, mate,” said Montague.

“ He can’t touch me,” Flint stated.

It was true, Bletchley couldn’t touch Flint if he tried. Marcus Flint was a good 6’3 and was well built. Terence Higgs found that out the hard way and was probably still lying on the Quidditch field in sheer pain.

Montague and Pucey went to join Miles at the tables to finish their potions essays. Flint grinned and made his way up the stairs toward the girl’s dormitories. Pucey had figured out a way to keep the stairs from sliding so he and his girlfriend could spend some ‘time’ together. He thought a late night visit with Meredith would do him good. He had been visiting her since last year, anyway.

Flint knocked on the door and Meredith opened it almost instantly, “ I figured you’d show up tonight. But, we might want to find somewhere else. Lisa and Delia are asleep.”

Meredith grabbed Flint by the arm and lead them passed Pucey, Montague, and Bletchley. After sneaking through torriorridors for a few moments, they found themselves in the owlery.

“ What are we doing here?” Flint said in disgust.

“ It’s the only place that Prefects aren’t patrolling this time of night,” Meredith informed with a slight smile. “ So, what did you do to Higgs?”

“ What, you don’t still like him, do you?” Flint laughed.

“ That’s ancient history, Marcus,” Meredith sighed. “ We only dated for a few months anyway.”

“ He’s not beat up too bad,” Flint said. “ A few days with Madam Pomfery should do it.”

“ Why must you defile your teammates, Marcus?” she said in an exasperatone.one.

“ He’s not my teammate anymore, Mer,” Flint replied. “ I think you should join again. I don’t think Montague will mind me cutting him off the team.”

“ Never again,” said Meredith with a defeated sigh. “ Plus, Montague is a good Chaser. You nee need him.”

Flint grasped Meredith by the chin, “ We could use you, Mer.”

She batted his hand away, “ No, Marc.”

“ Fuck, Meredith!”

Meredith gazed wide-eyed at her friend. He was never like that with her. What did she do to make him lash out like that?

“ Marcus?”

Flint seized her by the arm and pulled her so that she was inches from his face, “ You don’t know what you do to me, Mer.”

Meredith tried to pull herself away, but she couldn’t. Marcus had a strong hold her arm and he was pulling her closer. Soon, she felt his warm lips on hers. Shivers ran up her spine as Marcus ran his tongue along her lower lip, trying to force them apart. She wanted him to stop, but she wanted to kism bam back. She gasped when his lips left hers and traveled down to her neck. Sparks seemed to be flying in front of her eyes as Flint’s lips ignited her on fire. Suddenly, she felt two, large hands trek beneath her shirt and cup her breasts.

“ Marcus,” she groaned as he pushed her against the wall.

Flint kissed Meredith hard on the lips and removed her school robes. He pressed himself against her, wanting to feel every inch of her. He removed his own robes and pinned her wrists against the stonewall.

“ I want you,” Flint growled. “ Now!”

Meredith whimpered and tried to push him away. This time, she succeeded and Marcus was sent backwards. He glared at her through wide eyes.

“ What the fuck!” Flint bellowed.

“ Marcus, I can’t!rediredith breathed. “ It feels too…strange.”

Flint narrowed his eyes at Meredith, who could still see his erection through his thin pants. She knelt down to pick up her robe and put it back on. She sprinted passed Marcus and out of the owlery. Marcus ran his fingers over his lips; her taste still lingering on them.

Once he had ‘calmed down’, Flint headed back to the Common Room. Bletchley was standing by the tables, glaring daggers at Flint. He must have seen Meredith run back into her room.

“ What the fuck did you do to my sister, Flint?” Bletchley snarled.

“ Nothing happened, Bletchley,” Flint replied simply. “ Now, get out of my face or you’ll end up like Higgs.”

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

A/N: What did you think? Next chapter will be more smutty, I promise. Until then, please review! I do love them a lot! (: