Plight of the Harpies

Title: Plight of the Harpies

Author: Zephyr

Pairing: Marcus Flint/Katie Bell

Rating: Adult

Word Count: 5,553

Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by J.K. Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Summary: The Holyhead Harpies are in danger of being sold to an unscrupulous Severus Snape. Katie Bell goes to Marcus Flint for a loan so the Harpies can outbid Snape, but he has ideas of his own about how Katie can repay his loan.

Author\'s Notes: This was written for the hp_springsmut exchange on LJ for angylinni. I hope you enjoy it and I hope that I got Marcus and Katie right for you. This is the first fic I have ever written in this pairing. This was supposed to be a PWP but like so many of my other stories a plot snuck in. Thank you to everyone who helped me with this fic, you know who you are.


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Katie Bell fought to keep her leg still. When she was nervous she had a tendency to bounce it uncontrollably, like she had palsy or some such disease. She was at the end of her rope and not sure that this plan of her teammates was going to work, but it was their last chance, their only chance.

True, he had season’s tickets for every Harpies match for the last three years, was a huge Quidditch fan, was very hard to intimidate and had gads of money, but to beg him to save the team— that just rankled, especially considering their history as rivals.

Two weeks ago Severus Snape, former Hogwarts Potions Master, swept into the corporate offices for the Holyhead Harpies and swept out two hours later with a very intimidated Nigel Castletraub trailing behind him. Nigel was the sweet, considerate, balding, owner of the Harpies. The former Hufflepuff treated his girls with respect and he took great care of his team.

Katie knew something was up when Snape slithered past her with a sneer and a lecherous look. “And the uniforms will have to go as well, I have something in mind already,” Snape was saying as he passed.

As team captain it was her duty to confront Nigel, to find out what was going on. And the answers she received were enough to mobilize the team into action, well the team mobilizing their captain into action.

Snape was maneuvering to buy out the team for a ridiculously small sum of money, a paltry eleven million galleons exactly half of what the team was worth. It was insulting, but not half as insulting as his reasons for buying the team in the first place. They were an all woman team and Snape decided that in some weird way the wizarding world owed it to him. He was going to spend the remainder of his life getting his jollies by watching his team of quidditch beauties after they were suitably outfitted.

When Nigel told her what Snape planned to do about their quidditch gear she was livid. Skirts? Was the man mad? Dressed like Muggle Basketball cheerleaders and trying to play quidditch with the heavy leather gloves, arm and shin-guards. The Harpies would be laughingstocks.

It wasn’t that Nigel was a bad owner or even a pathetic pushover but with Snape threatening the entire Board of Directors with a sudden loss if certain medicinal potions or the rare ingredients to make said potions that the Board including Nigel relied upon every day was enough to get them to vote to sell with only the stipulation of a three week counter bid period, but only because international Quidditch Law demanded it. Even the three week waiting period didn’t deter Snape. Every valid offer thus far was withdrawn within a matter of hours. It didn’t take a genius to figure out why.

“He will see you now.”

Katie was brought back to the present as she was led through the door to finally face Marcus Flint. Katie’s head snapped up and she could feel her palms begin to sweat. She followed the secretary and resisted the urge to slip her mirror out of her purse to check her appearance once more.

From recent publicity shots the former Slytherin could have been called good looking or even handsome if only he would wipe that awful sneer off his face and possibly underwent a tooth whitening charm, or six. His dark hair was neatly cut and slightly curling over his collar. The ten years since Hogwarts had treated him well, he grew into his formerly trollish looks and was now quite striking in a way that could only be described as vogue-troll.

She really couldn’t explain why she was so nervous; it wasn’t like she had never met the man before. Over the last five years or so they met several times at Ministry functions and more recently at special parties and promotions the Harpies held for their season ticket holders and booster club members. They might not be bosom buddies but they were most certainly more than passing acquaintances.

Katie took a deep breath and forced herself through the door, crossing the plush carpet with long quick strides with a bright, one thousand watt smile plastered on her face.

“Marcus, thank you for seeing me on such short notice,” Katie gushed as she pumped his hand in an enthusiastic handshake.

“Katie Bell,” he responded smoothly as he gently extracted his hand from hers, “It’s been a long time. You’ve done well for yourself. Please, have a seat.”

Katie sank back in to the comfortable leather chair and tried to decide if his tone was insulting or not, with Marcus you never knew. “I can say the same for you as well,” she said evenly.

“So Katie, what can I do for you,” he asked with a big toothy smile that made Katie automatically fight to suppress a cringe.

Katie was speechless for a moment as she wished that she thought this through beforehand and actually considered what she should say but true to her Gryffindor nature she barreled right in without a plan.

“I’m sure you’ve heard that Snape is trying to buy the Harpies,” she began.

“Trying?” Marcus asked then added, “Seems to me that he is going to succeed.”

“Yes, it seems that way,” Katie acknowledged, “Which brings me to why I’m here. The team and I were wondering if you might be interested in making an investment?”

“Investment?” his eyes narrowed.

“You see, we have been able to raise nine million Galleons but we need to double that amount if we are going to even hope to outbid Snape,” she concluded quickly.

“You want what? A grant? A loan?”

“A loan, which will be repaid through a percentage of the profits earned by the Harpies concessions and merchandise sales,” Katie stood up and began to pace a bit, “Since the team will be owning the franchise they allowed me to make you any deal necessary for you to throw you support with us.”

“Any deal?”

The lascivious tone of his voice stopped her in her tracks and forced her to turn back to him. The predatory look he gave her made Katie wish she wore a more conservative suit.

“Almost any,” she forged on, “Short of granting you full control over the Harpies and it’s franchise.”

The next two words out of his mouth astounded made her think that the last bludger that clipped her skull may have damaged her hearing after all.

“Would you please repeat that?” she asked softly, not sure if she really wanted confirmation.

“Two Dates.” Marcus rose from his chair and he stalked toward her retreating form until he had her pinned against the wide windows. “Give me two dates and the team won’t owe me a single cent.”

“Dates?” Katie mentally kicked herself for the breathy sound of her own voice.

“Dates as in two meetings at specific times and usually in a specific place between two people such as you and I,” he softly mocked her.

“How can I date you if I don’t even like you,” Katie shot back.

”You’ll do it if you want to save your team from the likes of Snape,” Marcus replied as he watched her stew on her decision, “Besides how can you say you don’t like me you barely know me?”

“I know enough to know that you’re not above dirty tricks, Flint.”

Her memories flashed to one particular match against Slytherin where he and Adrian Pucey teamed up on her and forced her into the stands, a tactic they used several times against the Gryffindor chasers. She spent a week in the hospital wing after that.

“All’s fair in love and war,” he murmured against her neck, “Do you agree Katie?”

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Katie took one last look in the mirror and decided that she would do. The bright blue jumper set off her eyes and the snug jeans hugged the curves of her arse. She kept her makeup light and natural and left her hair loose around her shoulders.

But as she stared at her reflection she mulled over the events of the previous day and still couldn’t believe that she agreed to his mad scheme. She had railed on him for a while, protesting that she wasn’t a whore and couldn’t be bought, but in the end he proved that indeed she could be bought, to the tune of nine million galleons.

She sighed and tossed a light coat around her shoulders. She locked the door behind her and with a quick look up and down the hallway outside her flat, she disapperated. Looking around Diagon Alley to get her bearings she spotted the café where she was to meet Marcus.

The Drunken Doxy was a new pub in the alley catering to the younger wizarding set. It was decorated in old world posh with dark wood, expensive looking dragon hide covered stools, shaded candles adorned each small table and doors on one end of the barroom were flung wide open to a blooming garden with grape vines and soft scented flowers.

She spotted him almost right away. Standing with his back to the bar occasionally sipping on a golden pint of lager as he watched the crowd Katie took the moments before he noticed her to look at him. It was the first she had seen him outside of his insular corporate world. He too had chosen dark blue denim jeans and a dark green button down shirt open at the neck. Katie having an eye for such things was instantly aware that even with his decision not to continue quidditch professionally he had not lost the tight trim body that quidditch players were known for.

She wasn’t unaffected by what she saw. He was the type she usually went for, dark, handsome, and strong. Katie pushed aside those kinds of thoughts; the dates were nothing more than a means to an end.

When Katie stepped forward to join Marcus a hand clamped like steel around her wrist, stopping her dead in her tracks. Katie spun around to fend off some drunk who thought he could cop a cheep feel with the Harpies Captain but came face to nose with Severus Snape, a very angry Severus Snape.

“Tell me Miss Bell, do you and your team really expect to get away with this?” he hissed as he pulled her toward him, “Maybe I need to acquaint you with how this team is going to be run under my ownership.”

“No, I don’t think you will, you perverted old sod,” Marcus whispered in a menacing undertone.

Katie swiveled her head to meet the anger-darkened eyes of Marcus Flint. She felt his hand curl protectively around her other arm and tug her out of Snape’s grasp.

“So, this is house loyalty for you,” Snape sneered.

“House loyalty has nothing to do with this, Snape,” Marcus seethed as he stepped in front of Katie, “You wouldn’t know what to do with a quidditch team if you were presented with a manual hand written by Kennilworthy Whisp himself.”

As the verbal battle of wills between the two men commenced Katie stepped back and let them have their skirmish. She watched them intently and she could tell just from observing Marcus’ tense shoulders that this confrontation had been building for years and through the plight of the Harpies he was given the chance to finally lash out at his former Head of House.

“Flint did one too many bludgers knock you in the skull?” Snape mocked, “or have you forgotten that I mentored the Slytherin team to a string of victories lasting—”

“Shut up, you condescending bastard,” Marcus raged in a cold quiet voice, “The only thing you mentored the Slytherin team in was being coddled and spoiled brats. If we were so good why hasn’t a Slytherin ever been chosen for any of the national teams? Even after our house won the cup seven years running not one graduating member was picked up for even a reserve team. I am also not willing to see this team fall into the same miasma as Slytherin Quidditch.

“Find a hole to slither into Snape and let the wizarding world forget about you or I’ll find one for you,” Marcus said threateningly in a voice so soft that Katie was sure that only the three of them heard.

“Idle threats won’t scare me Flint,” Snape retorted angrily.

“Good thing it’s just an idle threat then isn’t it,” Marcus replied in a deadly calm voice.

From the side just slightly behind Marcus Katie had an excellent view of both combatants and when she saw Snape go for his wand she just reacted. In a flash her wand was drawn and extended toward her former potions professor.

“Now Professor, you don’t want to do that in a public place with witnesses around, do you?” Katie said more calmly than she actually felt. She knew that with his years as a Death Eater and a spy he could have out drawn her that on any other day. Imagine a Gryffindor challenging Professor Snape.

Her distraction allowed Marcus to also draw his wand and only when Snape was faced with the pointed tips of two wands did he back down.

“You haven’t heard the last of this,” Snape said nastily as he turned around and sailed away.

When Snape finally disappeared through the door Marcus closed his eyes and Katie could see the tension pour out of him. When he turned back to her it was with a smile and he held his hand out to her.

“Can I get you a drink? I find threatening washed up, old professors to be very thirsty work,” he joked, breaking all the tension she felt from the argument.

Over their drinks they talked, getting to know one another really for the first time. Learning about whom Marcus Flint really was out side of being the former Slytherin who played to win at all costs and the rich personable playboy that splashed the pages of Witch’s Weekly with sordid tales of his latest conquests.

She found out that he agreed that fame is a tiresome and lonely place. They both had bad luck in relationships because their partner couldn’t stand the pressure the public eye put on them, scrutinizing their every word, gesture and deed.

When Marcus got tired of being interrupted by her male fans and his female admirers he suggested they walk through Diagon Alley and she readily agreed. Many of the shops were closed for the night. As they walked they silently watched lovers strolling hand in hand into Fortescue’s for late evening sundaes, and cool ice-cream sodas. Katie looked down surreptitiously when she felt Marcus slide his hand in hers, the gesture bringing a flush of heat to her cheeks like she was twelve again.

Katie smiled at the bright lights still burning behind the windows of Three W, Fred and George’s shop. She was about to step in that direction when Marcus’ hand in hers tugged her in the opposite direction.

“Let’s go in here,” he said as he bustled her quickly inside before she could even catch the name of the shop.

At first she thought they were in Flourish and Blots when she saw the brightly colored books and magazines on the myriad racks filling the front of the store, until she saw the titles on the rack closest to them. The Headmaster’s Punishment read one and The Polyjuice Slut read another. They were all pornographic magazines and books.

Part of Katie was disgusted and offended that Marcus would even bring her to such a place, but another part was excited and aroused by the things she saw. A cover here and there caught her attention as he walked through the store’s aisles with her in tow. One with a masked witch, dressed in bight red leather from neck to toe, towering over a cowering wizard with lank black hair with what looked to be a wand in his—

Katie turned away quickly. Her face turned an even deeper shade of crimson until she saw where Marcus was leading her. This area of the store had toys, sex toys of every conceivable shape, size and color. One wall was covered in bondage equipment, another in dildos (vibration and not), another had everything for the butt, literally, and that was just the one aisle there were three more besides.

“Marcus,” her voice cracked a little, “what are we doing here?” she asked as she clutched his hand tighter.

“What Katie, never been in an adult store before?” he mocked her with a raised eyebrow as if daring her to tell the truth.

She refused to rise to his bait and with her nose in the air she stepped closer to peruse the displays. Now she was more curious than embarrassed by the things she was looking at. As she was occupied in her own little world she didn’t realize that Marcus was taking note of each thing that seemed to catch her eye above all others.

When she had looked at everything, from butt plugs to lingerie to ben-wa balls to vibrating vaginas, she turned to Marcus to ask if he was quite finished trying to humiliate her when she realize he wasn’t there. She looked around desperately for him and found him lounging at the register chatting with the clerk as he completed a sale for the dark haired wizard.

“Ready to go Katie?” Marcus asked with a knowing smile as he picked up the plain paper that contained his purchase.

“Quite,” she shot back.

Marcus wisely didn’t try to take her hand or speak to her again but silently walked with her to the apparition point in Diagon Alley. Katie turned to Marcus to bid him goodnight when she found her lips crushed in a kiss. The hard kiss softened slowly and she began to return his kiss with an equal furor, whether fueled by lust or anger she didn’t know. The only thing that was truly apparent to Katie was that Marcus had very talented lips and tongue that made her think of deliciously naughty things his lips and tongue could be doing to other places on her body.

She was so wrapped up in his kiss that it didn’t even register that he intended to tandem apparate them, not even when he mumbled, “hold on” against her lips. The next moment she stumbled heavily into Marcus and she wrapped her arms around his waist to stay upright.

She looked up into his eyes and felt lost for a moment as he drew her up his body and his lips descended to hers again. The kiss was no less intense than the others but she couldn’t help but let a little moan of disapproval escape her lips when he ended the kiss.

“Goodnight Katie,” he said with a wicked grin before disapparating.

She stood in the hall of her building in front of her door for what seemed like hours until she realized that she was clutching the plain wrapped package to her chest. The package Marcus purchased at the sex shop.

She nearly dropped it when she realized what she was holding so tightly. With a little screech she fumbled her keys in the lock, forgetting for a moment that she was a witch and could have opened her door with one short word. She slammed the door behind her and relocked it. She rushed to her bedroom and tossed the package in the garbage. She didn’t even want to know what he bought for her.

As Katie got ready for bed every time she passed the garbage can her eyes stole over the brown paper package sitting inside. She would advert her eyes quickly and tell herself to leave it; curiosity never got anyone anything. Katie crawled under the sheets and the pretty cream and green quilt and tried to go to sleep. Her eyes kept popping open starting across the room to where she knew the can sat. With a resigned sigh Katie pushed herself up into a sitting position and stared at the can.

Before she could stop herself, she had the light on, crawling across the bed and was reaching into the can. She sat back in the middle of the bed with the brown paper wrapped package sitting there in front of her. With a deep breath and her eyes shut tight she tore off the paper, not at all sure she wanted to see what was inside. Slowly she cracked one eye open, then the other.

She had to concede that it wasn’t as bad as she thought it could be. Behind the clear packaging lay a plain green (what else could you expect from a former Slytherin) cylindrical vibrator. No frills, no ‘life like’ shape, no ridges or bumps. Katie removed it from the packaging and pushed the mess on the floor. She’d get it in the morning but now she had a new experience to explore.

On the bottom there was a dial that said ‘tap wand here’, and when she followed the directive it buzzed softly in her hands. She whispered a hurried nox and laid back in the dark the vibrator still buzzing softly in her hand.

Unbidden images of dark hair, broad hands, and a knowing smirk invaded her thoughts. Unbidden her hand traveled to her core and stroked the vibrator over her center through her panties. Unbidden the images and her actions melded and it was Marcus stroking her clit with the vibrator, teasing her nipples and goading her into a tighter higher spiral of pleasure only to fall apart in a shuddering orgasm a few moments later. She laid still and let her heart still its mad pace and as she calmed she felt sated, sleepy. She tapped the toy with her wand and stuffed it into a drawer and fell, almost immediately, into a peaceful sleep.

Katie woke the next morning feeling more relaxed than she had in weeks, until she remembered what she had done and whom she fantasized about while doing it. It wasn’t so much that she was ashamed but or prude, but masturbation just wasn’t her thing, until last night that is. Possibly, she considered, she just needed the right sort of inspiration and Marcus seemed to be that inspiration.

A knock at her door brought her back to her senses. Who would be visiting her this early on a Saturday morning? She grabbed her robe and shrugged it over her shoulders and ran a brush through her hair as she walked to her door. She ran her finger across her wards and the door shimmered to invisibility. Standing outside her flat was Marcus, his hands bobbling cups of coffee and a rather large pastry box. She tried to stifle a giggle at the sight but obviously he heard.

“Katie Bell, I know you’re in there,” he yelled through the door, “Quit your laughing and let me in already!” Katie grinned, dropped her wards and opened the door.

After the breakfast Marcus provided so graciously with gentle gibes and light teasing over his gift the night before. To which she studiously refused to answer any and all of his questions about whether she had ‘put it to good use’ as he put it. Soon after she got him out of her flat only after she’d promised to meet him at the Doxy again that night. She also promised herself she would have him.

Everything he did pushed all of her buttons and had her nearly gagging for more. Well, tonight she’d have it, she’d have him. When she got her broom out of the closet she resolved that Marcus would get his that night.

She had everything she needed but she’d never get home in time to get ready if she didn’t get her arse to practice. The broom ride invigorated her even more and she had the best practice she could remember for a long time. Even that great black, bat, Snape hanging around the stadium didn’t bother her.

Katie got back to her flat that evening feeling relaxed, limber, and just a little mischievous. She showered, lotioned, powdered and painted before shimmying into the tight little red dress that Angelina insisted she buy last time they went shopping in Muggle London. It wasn’t the sort of dress that any decent underwear could be worn with, certainly not a bra and only the tiniest panties, that were really nothing more that a couple of strings and a very small scrap of lace.

Katie tossed a robe that she had no intention of wearing, over her arm and stepped out of her flat then disapperated to Diagon Alley. She walked over the uneven cobbles confidently on the precarious high heels and approached The Drunken Doxy again.

She didn’t even have to go looking for Marcus. He was waiting outside for her. Katie had the satisfaction of watching his jaw drop, as he looked over her long lean body in the little red dress with the matching red heels that screamed “Fuck me NOW!” He closed the distance between them and wrapped his arms around her, molding his body to hers and kissing her deeply.

“Damn it Katie,” Marcus said when he finally ended the kiss, “I’d fuck you here in the street if we weren’t liable to get arrested for indecent acts.”

Katie smiled and ran a finger down his cheek. “Right now I want to dance, get pissed, and then maybe, later I’ll let you shag me,” she purred before catching his hand and leading him inside the pub. She only had to tug in his hand once when he stopped just inside the door and looked back out in the street. “There’s nothing out there Marcus, and everything in here,” she said to him as she lead the way to the bar.

An hour later the first flashbulb went off. The band was playing a cover of the latest Weird Sisters ballad and Katie and Marcus were dancing, if swaying in time to the slow music could be considered dancing, when that bright flash went off, blinding them momentarily.

“Colin Creevey, of The Daily Prophet, is it true Miss Bell that you are only dating Mr. Flint to secure his backing in the Harpies bid against Severus Snape?”

Katie blinked, rapidly trying to clear her eyes and immediately wished she hadn’t. Reporters from every filthy rag in the wizarding world surrounded them.

“Rita Skeeter, with Wizarding Snoop, Mr. Flint is it true that Miss Bell offered sexual favors in return for the loan that allowed the Harpies to make and alternative bid?”

“No comment,” Marcus growled and began trying to push through the school of piranha-like reporters.

“Fanny Witsome, with Witches Weekly, Miss Bell is it true that you are leaving your position as team captain to pursue a career as a professional call-girl?”

“No. Fucking Comment,” Katie yelled right in the insipid reporter’s face. How dare they make these kinds of suggestions?

“Luna Lovegood, Quibbler, so Miss Bell tell us, just how good is he in bed?” Every one fell silent and goggled at Luna Lovegood “What it wasn’t as if everyone of you wasn’t dying to ask that very question. So Miss Bell care to— Where did she go?”

Marcus and Katie were well outside the Doxy by the time pandemonium ensued but not before they noticed Snape huddled in a corner watching the scene and with an evil smile he nodded to them, silently acknowledging that he was indeed the instigator of the descent of the press upon them.

Katie stopped Marcus with a hand on his shoulder, “Not now Marcus. In a minute they’ll get over themselves and come looking for us. Let’s just go.”

“I’m going to kill the rotten smarmy bastard,” Marcus growled before flicking an ugly two fingered salute in Snape’s direction before taking Katie’s hand once more and pulling her out into the street. He took a short silver wand from his pocket and thrust it out at her.

“Grab on,” he instructed. When she touched the cool metal she felt the familiar tug of the portkey as the world spun around her.

When the world stopped spinning Katie found her self in an unfamiliar house. They were in an entryway that opened on two long hallways and a sweeping grand staircase that spiraled to the second floor. The house was a study in understated opulence with hardwood where marble might have been in another home. Small overlapping carpets gave even this entry way a lived in a homey kind of feel.

“I’m going to eviscerate the sorry sod,” Marcus said angrily as if he had never paused in his threats since seeing Snape.

Katie, being a passably smart witch, quickly reached up and cupped Marcus’ cheeks and pulled the dumbstruck man down for a kiss. She knew better than to let him work up into a full rant because there would never be shutting him up. His arms snaked around her body pulling her closer as he deepened the kiss.

“Let’s worry about Snape another day. All right Marcus?” Katie cooed in his ear as she tugged him toward the stairs where she assumed the bedrooms were.

Marcus got the hint and quickly took the lead by swinging her up into his arms. He took the stairs two at a time and nearly ran down the hall, Katie bouncing in his arms lightly with every step. She was unsurprised when he pushed the first door they came to open and kicked it shut behind them.

He set her on her feet and wasted no time devouring her mouth once more as he worked the zipper of her dress down and pushed it to the floor leaving her naked except for her ‘fuck me’ heels.

“What a kinky girl you are,” he purred when he realized the she had been naked under that little dress all evening, “it isn’t any wonder then that I could smell you all night.”

He didn’t give her a chance to respond because he took her lips in a deep devouring kiss. His hands were busily exploring her breasts; she could feel her skin tightening under his touch and her nipples peaking under his rough calloused skin. As his hands traveled over her stomach his mouth followed to worry her nipples with his tongue and teeth. His hand slid between her legs and as his fingers skimmed over her clit to her core he moaned softly against her breast.

“So wet,” he said softly, “All for me.” He seemed to wonder.

“Marcus please,” Katie panted as his fingers filled her, “I need you.”

His hands dropped to his belt and she attacked his shirt. She quickly grew frustrated with the buttons and settled for tearing the shirt off of him; buttons flew in every direction. He kicked his pants away and he crushed her against him again his straining cock pressing against her soft stomach as he caught her mouth again in a kiss. She felt her back hit the wall as he ground against her, rubbing himself against her softness. As their tongues dueled he pulled her leg up and wrapped it around his hip.

She gasped as he filled her with one smooth stroke. The sensation was exquisite, every stroke of his cock rubbed against her clit bringing her to a fever pitch as he fucked her into the wall.
“Fuck,” he mumbled against her throat, “Come with me Katie.”

His hand slid between them and as he sped his thrusts up, fucking her harder, faster he pinched her slick clit between his fingers making her shatter around him. The sound he made when he spilled inside her was half grunt half screaming moan as her pulsing milked him dry.

Breathing heavily they just stood there with his cock still buried deep inside her and her leg still help up by his hip. Slowly they calmed and his cock slid from her. He let her leg down and looked at her searchingly.

“I didn’t mean for our first time to be like that,” he said softly.

Katie smiled softly and reached up to pull him down for a kiss. “I did,” she purred when they finally pulled away.

“Bloody hell woman,” he said, “you’re going to be the death of me.”

“I certainly hope not,” Katie said as she led him to the bed, “I’m not nearly done with you yet, Marcus Flint.”

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The next morning found Katie and Marcus enjoying breakfast in bed perusing the inordinate amount of drivel that every wizarding periodical produced the since the confrontation the night before. They laughed at the insinuations that were made until Katie caught a small headline near the bottom of the front page of the Daily Prophet.

FORMER HOGWARTS PROFESSOR MISSING: PRESUMED DEAD

“I wonder what that, all about,” Katie said with a raised eyebrow at her new lover.

Marcus looked at her, his eyes speaking a hidden smugness. “By the looks of it the Harpies won’t be worrying about Snape any more.”


~FIN~