#* INSPO ( marcus flint. )

[nauticalparamour]

A CERTAIN ROMANCE

Marcus x Hermione | M | Complete | 36k song inspo. asks, etc. After helping out an unlikely student, Hermione Granger finds herself with an even more unlikely friend. Marcus Flint is only too happy to return the favor when she needs it. As their paths continue to cross over the years, the more drawn to one another they find themselves. But can they be more than friends? A relationship seen through a series of gifts.

FFN | AO3

• • •    • • •     • • •     • • •     • • •    • • •    • • • Merlin, it felt like a stab in the heart every time she looked at the pair. It felt as if she'd swallowed a rock, and she was glad she hadn't been asked to answer any questions, because she wasn't confident she'd be able to hold back the tears. It felt as if her world was ending, and she hoped that she'd be able to pull herself together before she embarrassed herself.

Lavender's over the top giggling caught Hermione's attention abruptly, and Harry gave her knee a supportive squeeze under the table when her eyes settled on the new couple giving each other Eskimo kisses. Hermione felt a knot begin to form in the throat and she quickly settled her eyes on her empty plate in front of her. She didn't feel like eating anything at the moment.

Luckily, she was quickly saved by the morning owl post coming in. Pulling out her sickle, Hermione readied herself to take her usual Daily Prophet, but was surprised to have another owl waiting for her, as well. The handsome owl gave her an affectionate nip on the finger, only to offer his leg in offering. A small box was waiting for her to remove it.

Interested, Hermione pulled the scrap of twine that had been used to tie the box shut. Inside were two little pieces of toffee and a small note as well. Hermione - she couldn't stop the smile from spreading on her face when she saw her given name written - Weasley is a tosser. Marcus.

Biting her lower lip to try and stop from smiling, Hermione was amazed at how much better Marcus bloody Flint had made her feel in less than one sentence. It was terse and a bit crude, but also a bit sweet in his own way.

[elisedonut]

so this is another attempt for @cruelsummer-ficfest

the microfic mayhem idea is really cool i feel like i did better at using the song as inspo though it feels weird that it's so short but i was trying really hard to keep it short anyway i used Lavender Haze.

it's also for @perceptual-prompts using enough and the sense of touch this time.

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Marcus Flint/Percy Weasley Characters: Marcus Flint, Percy Weasley Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Breaking Up & Making Up, Family Drama, Codependency, sorta just in case, Marcus Flint being obsessive, Song: Lavender Haze (Taylor Swift) Summary:

Marcus laying in bed thinking about Percy and how his family responded to them being together while Percy sleeps.

[flintwoodandco]

Summary: Marcus’ life has never been easy and it’s not about to get any easier

Rating: T

Genre: Songfic, Emotional H/C, One Shot, Angst, Open/Ambiguous Ending

Words: 911

A/N: Posting a bunch of old fics;;; sure hope this shows up in the tags....

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Hurt (Draco x Slytherin!Reader)

Summary: you get hurt during a Quidditch match, but the wound hurts Draco more than it hurts you

I got inspo for this on TikTok I hate myself

TW: blood, wounds, angst

“Ten points to Gryffindor!” Lee Jordan’s voice rang through the speakers as you furrowed your brows in frustration. The team’s performance was well below par today - yours included. Umbridge’s harsh study regiments meant that you had less and less time to practice, all the while half the team swanned around with Inquisitory Squad badges on their cloaks. If you were hoping to make a career out of Quidditch, you had to knock some sense into Draco and the rest of his cronies or else this would go down as the worst year Slytherin’s Quidditch team had had in decades. 

“Get your act together, Draco!” You shouted out as he buried his head in his hands after losing sight of the snitch for the third time this game. He immediately looked up, shooting a spiteful grimace in your direction and flew off towards Harry. Despite being a half-blood and a Slytherin, Draco had always had a vendetta against you. You weren’t sure why - you didn’t associate with Potter, only sometimes joking with the twins, and kept mainly to yourself, only ever speaking to Draco when you had to. In fact, you were always, in some ways, sweet to him; you didn’t go out of your way to flood him with compliments but you had never said anything bad to him before - more than what he could say about you. 

You headed back up toward your side of the pitch and waited for someone to bat the quaffle in your direction. Just as you caught it, Angelina Johnson was hot on your tail. You swerved in and out of various players, Draco coming up beside you to your right. “Where’s the snitch?” You quickly asked him, focusing your attention on Oliver Wood who was harbouring one of the hoops. Draco remained silent, instead attempting to blatch you. Assuming it was a mistake, you swerved to the left to move away from him. He moved his broomstick further into yours, causing you to lose balance. “Draco, what are you–”

Before you knew it, you were falling twenty feet to the ground, Lee Jordan’s voice calling out across the stadium. You landed with a snap, immediately feeling a painful burn soaring down the left side of your side. You laid still for a few seconds before you sat up, somehow without any evident broken bones, and looked down at the damage. Your broomstick was snapped in half and you had landed on the jagged bits of wood. There was a bloody tear in your robes where you were clearly wounded but other than that you were fine. “What the bloody hell are you doing?” Marcus Flint asked Draco. Both teams had come back down to the ground to check if you were okay. The crowd looked on in concern but chatted amongst themselves.

“It was an accident Flint!” Draco argued back, looking away. Fred and George knelt down beside you. “You okay to stand, Y/N?” Fred asked, his eyebrows furrowed in concern as he looked you up and down. You nodded your head, allowing the twins to assist you in standing up.  You smiled at the two tall boys as you walked over to Marcus. 

“I can play if Madam Hooch lets me get a spare broom.” You said, eager to get back up there and continue the game. Marcus raised an eyebrow as he looked down at your bleeding torso. He nodded hesitantly, and you breathed a sigh of relief - besides Marcus, you were the best player on the team and he knew letting you sit out would be surrendering the win, which the team desperately needed to avoid losing the championship.

“Out of my way!” You heard Madam Hooch push through players as she finally got to you. “Were you blatched? I didn’t quite see what happened, dear.” You looked at Draco, biting your lip and shook your head. “No, Professor. It was an accident.” She nodded and looked hesitantly at Angelina, who held her arms up in innocence. “Very well, go and clean up and get a spare broom from the changing rooms. We’ll hold the game for ten minutes. If you don’t think you can continue, we’ll have no choice but to substitute in.” Nodding, you turned away and walked back towards the changing rooms. 

Once you were alone, you allowed yourself to wince in pain. You grabbed the first aid kit from the shelf and walked into the bathroom to sort yourself out with the aid of the mirror. Shrugging your cloak off, you lifted up your jersey and stared at the huge gash that was spilling blood. It hurt when you ran your finger over it and you had to bite down on your tongue to avoid crying out in pain - you’d need stitches but Madam Pomfrey would sort you out in no time after the game was over. Tears welled up in your eyes but you wouldn’t let them spill down your cheeks. Your ears were ringing from the pain and your head was clouded as you watched the wound pulsate as you breathed - you didn’t even hear the footsteps echo down the hall. 

“I’m fine.” You gutturally choked out as Draco’s face appeared from behind you in the mirror. His facial expression remained solid as he silently walked over and picked up the first aid kit from atop the sink. He looked through the pack, pulling out bandages, alcohol wipes, gauze and a compress. “These will help.” He said, putting them on the side. He looked at your reflection in the mirror, his eyes trailing down to the wound. You saw him wince for a split second before his face turned stone cold again, almost as if you’d imagined it.

“You can leave now.” You tried hard not to let your voice shake. You wouldn’t break down in front of him, especially considering he was the one who blatched you and pushed you off your broom on purpose. You wondered why he had tried and succeeded to hurt you, but another part of you didn’t care - it was probably just because you hurt his masculinity or something. “I don’t know why you’re attempting to help me anyway, you’re the one who put me here.” Your voice was still shaky and you internally branded yourself for it. He nodded his head slightly, quickly turning on his heel and leaving through the open door. 

You waited a few seconds before you let yourself cry. The pain was so intense it nearly made you pass out when you cleaned the wound with the wipes. You let out a gutteral cry as you held the compress in place and attempted to wrap the gauze and bandage around your abdomen. You choked out tears and small yelps until you were done. 

However, what you hadn’t realised was that Draco was still only just outside of the door. He slouched himself down the wall and onto the floor, holding his head in his hands. Every cry you let out hurt his heart as his eyes welled up. He hadn’t meant to hurt you - he thought that if he gave you a nudge it’d scare you and make you stop calling him out on mistakes he continued making. “I’m so fucking stupid.” He whispered to himself, his own tears slowly running down his cheek as he realised he’d hurt the only girl he loved. 

He stood up, wiping his tears and holding his breath as he looked up at the ceiling, something he’d learnt stopped the crying from all the years of being with his father. He left the corridor and made his way back to his friends before you could see him crying over you - after all, he was sure he’d screwed everything up with you by now.

[par-forthecurse]

Par for the Curse - Issue 2

Okay, okay.  I know all of you are anxious for the latest gossip, but before we get into any of that, can we talk about what’s been on the cover of literally EVERY tabloid for the past two days?  You know what I’m talking about.  That very public kiss between Blaise Zabini and Millicent Bulstrode that they didn’t seem to care if anybody saw.  What does it mean?  Are they official again?  To be fair, they haven’t put a title on their relationship since we were back at Hogwarts (that’s right kids, I know them) but since then they’ve always played the ‘just friends’ card.  Just friends don’t usually make out in public like that, especially when their respective parents were in the general vicinity as well.  We’ll be keeping an eye on these two and be sure to bring you the Bulini updates as they come in.  

Anybody who’s anybody was at the hippogriff races last weekend, antiquated and barbaric as the sport may be (thank you, Hermione Granger, for that firewhiskey fueled lecture at two in the morning during the official after party, we all really needed that after losing our money), the event’s never actually been about the actual race itself.  Everybody knows it’s about the outfits and the tailgating that goes with it!  

We’ll start with the attire.  Florals were in this year, big time, and no surprise that Daphne Greengrass showed up in the latest from the Rosier runway before it’s even available to the public.  Nepotism at its finest at work there, but I honestly can’t blame her. She looked absolutely stunning, and the bright colors did much more for her complexion than the washed out florals her sister Astoria chose to wear.  Both Greengrass girls are stunning, there’s no doubt about that, but one of them came poised to be the center of attention and the other came poised to blend in.  Kind of makes you wonder why Astoria was the one with the crowd of men around her all night long, including Marcus Flint, who apparently didn’t get the owl I sent him with the private invitation to the pregame in our tent, but that’s beside the point.  We’re not bitter about that at all.  

Ginny Weasley came dressed to impress as well, though Gin, it kind of looked like you used Umbridge’s office as your outfit inspo on that one.  I know you must have a huge shopping budget now, owl me, I’ve got you with this.  That, or get your girl Demelza Robins to take you shopping wherever she grabbed her outfit because she was serving a look.  Sure, it might have been to get your big brother Charlie to take her home with him (we hear your mum makes everybody waffles in the morning… and clearly assume you all still live at home with your parents), but that exposed midriff looked amazing, and I’m not just saying that because my dress also had an exposed midriff.  Kudos to the florist to be one of the only girls not wearing flowers as well, I love someone who dares to be different.  Not to mention, watching her and Weasley make out in the stands was a lot hotter than it should have been.    

Besides, as much as we hate to say it, Gin, especially because we know how dreadful he is to date (I still have Yule Ball PTSD, just saying), Harry Potter seems to be anti the ‘flowers-puked-al-over-my-dress’ look as well.  Am I saying that because it seemed like he spent the better part of the night getting completely wasted with my twin sister, who wore a beautiful nude gown that was admittedly a little too formal for such an event (seriously, Padma, I told you to let me dress you for these things) instead of pining after you like he normally does?  Yes, yes I do.  Then again, he did also spend quite some time with Luna Lovegood, who wore the floral sheets I had on my bed when I was nine and a hat that seemed to be made out of loo roll, but that oddly looked… good.  

Do I even need to mention that Pansy Parkinson killed it?  Dressed to stand out without looking like a complete idiot for overdoing it, she was the epitome of class and poise, as always.  Her mother, on the other hand… not sure what that monstrosity on her head was, but kudos to whoever turned it into a hot air balloon mid-race, we about pissed ourselves laughing over it and taking bets on when she’d notice.

Speaking of bets, I suppose congratulations are in order to the Greengrass family, as their Hippogriff Gaits of Hell came in first place and won a substantial purse for those who bet on the 11 to 1 odds. Honorable mentions to second place winner Sunset Serenade and the Weasley sponsored Hippogriff Cactus, who came in third  place.  Side note to Goyle:  I’m not sure why my sister forced me to wager on your Hippogriff, David, but your family should really consider retiring him, he looked to be in a massive amount of pain throughout the entire race, and seemed far too old to have even qualified.

Back to the outfits though, remiss as I am to admit this, it seems as if Draco Malfoy is the only bloke who’s ever been to a derby before.  Gents, we’re well aware of how fit you all look in your dark suits (Marcus especially), but derby day is for pastels, not power suits.  All of you did, admittedly, clean up quite nicely, but Malfoy dressed so well that Hermione Granger apparently considered befriending him, as they were seen watching the races together.  I might have been hallucinating at that one though, because one second it was happening and the next, she was back in the Potter tent.  Noticeably missing from the event?  George Weasley.  Could things be picking up with the mysterious muggle he’s been rumored to be seeing?  We’ll update you as soon as we have any news!

In other news though, Malfoy was seen dining in a private room at Le Gavroche with none other than Daphne Greengrass last week.  I figure Daph heard all those rumors going around about his date night with her little sister and either got jealous, or took him somewhere private to make sure he wouldn’t go near Astoria again.  That could explain why the sisters didn’t so much as look at one another at the derby, even during pictures in the winner’s circle.  Come to think of it, has anybody actually seen Astoria lately?  It’s like she’s up and disappeared to some remote island or something.  

As far as I’m concerned, she can stay there, because as soon as she disappeared for a bit, Theodore Nott came out of the shadows and talk about a glow up.  Marcus, you may have competition.  Or… I mean.  Threesome?

Finally, Congratulations to Morag MacDougal on her upcoming nuptials to Stephen Cornfoot! Not sure why you opted to have Pads as a bridesmaid instead of yours truly, but as long as you throw me the bouquet, we’re even!

Until next time, darlings!

[rvsegvlden]

the black hole { florence pugh, cis female, homosexual } ♛ 》LENORA FLINT, TWENTY-THREE, has been marked safe after the recent events. SHE is currently an ARITHMANCER. to some, they are PROTECTIVE & RESILIENT. for others, TEMPESTUOUS & STANDOFFISH. to me, they remind me of high heels clacking against hard wood floors, rumpled bedsheets, winged eyeliner so sharp that it could cut glass, work notes scribbled on takeout napkins, and the unbridled anger of young girls

full name: lenora enid flint.

nicknames: len.

date of birth: january 12th.

age: twenty-three.

i’ve got the magic in me

bloodstatus: pureblood.

hogwarts house: slytherin.

wand: elm, 11.25″ with unicorn hair.

amortentia: fresh picked blueberries, a newly opened bottle of ink, and the smell right after it rains

take me by the hand — brief bits.

currently trying to become a reformed mean girl but is still a bitch by default.

lenora is a not so secret nerd who thinks numbers can solve all of life’s problems even though they’ve yet to solve any of hers

my fucking god, this bitch gay. good for her.

has a tendency to run away from anything good in her life because the idea of genuine happiness is a foreign concept to her

just a little bit more — bio points.

(tw for slight implications of psychological and physical child abuse)

despite there being somewhat of a change in perspective around blood status following the second wizarding war, the flint family has continued to take great pride in being part of the sacred twenty-eight. as such, lenora was raised to be every bit the elitist you could expect from her family. while maybe not as intense or renowned as other families historically speaking, its safe to say that lenora was brought up in to never want for anything physically, but to also know what exactly was expected of her. her’s was a household that placed more emphasis on greed and reputation than warmth and affection. her parents, particularly her father marcus, also saw fit to only take his family out in similar social circles as the flints, so lenora really only ever knew one very specific way of going through wizarding society.

being sorted into slytherin came as no shock to anyone, and during her first few months at hogwarts, lenora was under the impression that everyone around her would be as cut-throat and selective as she has been raised to be. what she found instead were people freely willing to talk to people regardless of bloodstatus or position, and people who walked through the halls without any concern about how they were viewed. she tried not to mind it at first — clearly these were people who hadn’t been raised properly. but by the time second year came around, she couldn’t ignore it any longer. it wasn’t that there were students around her who gave no mind to the standards that had been figuratively (and on a few severe occasions, physically) pounded into her head. no, what bothered lenora was seeing her fellow students genuinely happy. they’d grin from ear to ear whenever they received a package from home, or excitedly discuss the fun times they’d shared with their family on holiday. lenora had never thought about how cold and distant her parents were until she was presented with an alternative, and therein came the turning point. lenora was jealous — and instead of doing anything to cope with that jealousy, she held onto it like a newborn held on to its mother. she let it turn her angry and resentful.

there was always a longstanding trope at hogwarts of the slytherin mean girl, which became a title that lenora wore with pride. she didn’t necessarily like facing the world with indignation all the time, but it was safer than admitting how afraid she truly was. none of her emotions were helped when she realized she spent so much of her time staring at girls while many of her classmates swooned over the boys. like most things in her life, her sexuality was something that lenora squashed down. maybe in other families she wouldn’t have had to, but being gay was not an option for a pureblood girl in her neck of the woods.

in an ideal world, lenora would have cut ties with her family immediately after graduating hogwarts and gone out on her own, but that was much easier said than done. even if she could financially support herself, there was also a mental game at play. so much of who lenora is, both the good and the bad, is rooted in her family. her dad wanted their family to rise up in society, and one of his methods to make that happen was for lenora to get employed through the ministry, so that’s what she did. for two grueling years, lenora worked a low-grade administrative assistant gig while going out with whatever poor sap her dad pushed her towards. but lenora wasn’t sorted in to Slytherin simply because of her family — by the time she was twenty, every last ounce of her ambition had gone in to getting away from her family, and she’d saved up every last knut to make that happen. shortly before her twenty first birthday, lenora moved in to her own flat and left her family.

an unprecedented result of her move was that lenora realized just how truly isolated she’d become. her need to project anger and disdain as a means of protection hadn’t exactly given her the best social circle, and many of her family associate were no longer talking to her. thus began the never ending task of unlearning and reconstructing herself. not in terms of her beliefs — quite the contrary; while she’s not a fanatic, lenora does still believe that there’s a certain prestige that comes with being a pureblood. she has worked on trying to lower her own walls though. she’s realized that what she’s most terrified is being alone, which is exactly the path she’d been leading herself down. the past two years have been spent teaching herself not to act out at the slightest provocation. a lot of the time she fails, and her barely controlled anger has gotten the worst of her at times. it’s a work in progress, but she’s doing her best.

wanting nothing to do with her parents also required lenora to quit the ministry she’d never really wanted, so it was no real loss. it did mean she needed to find a new source of income though, and it became the first thing In lenora’s life that she truly feels passionate about. arithmancy was a class she’d registered for on a whim in her school days, but it turned out she really did have an affinity for it. numbers are factual and stagnant, and it you understand them, then (in lenora’s eyes) you can utilize them. so when she saw an ad for an arithamcy apprenticeship, she jumped at the opportunity. she’s been working for a small independent arithmantic firm since moving out, and has become somewhat of a workaholic.

lenora’s main motivating factor right now is rebuilding burned bridges, both with old classmates and her sibling(s). her parents can rot for all she cares. she’s convinced that she’ll never fully escape the complexes they instilled in her, and that conviction is part of why she’s prone to self destruction. when not working, she’ll drink a little more than acceptable, or settle into the lap of a man who doesn’t care to learn her name even though she’d much rather make eyes with the barmaid. lenora never learned to accept goodness and so she’s come to reject it by nature. she’ll try to better herself and open up to people for socialization, sure. but the idea of being genuinely cared for in any sense — familial, romantic, or friendly — may as well be a rabid dog for all that lenora let’s herself near it.

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Red Starburts

for the bestest woman  @lepetitcomte​

Inspo: FlintWood Bingo-First____, My choice (college au), Domestic

Marcus Flint stood at the doorway to the apartment he shared with his boyfriend Oliver Wood. He sighed as he picked up the grocery bags he had laid down in the hall so he could open up the door. Oliver had promised to come home right after soccer practice and as usual, he was nowhere to be found. Marcus started to unload the groceries when he noticed a small wooden box on the counter. Walking over to it he opened it up and smiled. It was filled with his favorite candy and a small figurine. He grabbed a handful of the red starbursts and saw a note from Oliver. ”Hey babe,

I know I said I was going to come home after practice and I did! But then I was invited to come and talk to a coach of a professional footy team. I will be home shortly. Also, I went grocery shopping and I also made you a sandwich to hold you over. I love you, Marcus.

-O.W” Marcus started to choke once he got to the last sentence. ”Oliver said I love you to me. He never said it before, does he mean it? Is he sure?” Marcus wondered aloud until he heard the door opening.

”Hey, babes I’m home!” Oliver yelled as he entered through the door. Marcus rushed to put the rest of the groceries away and scrapped the letter. ”Hey Marcus, did you eat your sandwich yet?” ”No, not yet I had gone grocery shopping because I didn’t know you had” ”Oh well, that’s okay. How were classes and practice today?” Oliver began to help put the groceries away while pulling out the sandwich and crisps he set aside for Marcus. ”It went well I made co-captain and the first week of classes are always so boring. Thank god this is our senior year then no more uni” Marcus leaned over to give Oliver a kiss and could feel Oliver become rigid. Marcus pulled back to see Oliver staring at the box of red starbursts. ”Hey, what happened to the letter I wrote you?” Oliver moved some of the candy around looking for the letter. ”Oh, I read it and shot it into the rubbish bin” Marcus walked over and fished it out.

Oliver bit his bottom lip nervously while fidgeting with his wrist watch. Marcus tried to hand the letter to him but Oliver wouldn’t accept it. ”What’s wrong Oli?” ”Are you mad at me?” ”Why would I be mad at you?” ”You shot my letter in the garbage and you didn’t touch your food. I know I’m not much of a cook and I promised to be home when you got here but I left without a text. I thought the candy would be a sweeter gesture but clearly, I was wrong. I’m sorry! I really am!” Oliver turned on his heels and made a beeline for their bed room. Marcus followed Oliver not sure what to say. Oliver began to reach for their new puppy asleep on the foot of their bed.

”I’m sorry Oli, it’s not like that at all! I just shot it away because that’s what I normally do! The candy was a sweeter gesture! To be honest it made my day. I know you’re a horrible cook and I appreciate you thinking of me and making me food to hold me over until dinner is ready.” Marcus pulled him into a hub kissing the top of his head.

”You’re the first person I ever said I love you too. Sorry to have written it instead of just saying it to you” Oliver set the puppy on the floor and watched it run out of the room. He felt a bit guilty waking her. ”Well I hope you love me, hell I beat you at footy at every school game and you’re still here. But seriously I love you too crazy .” Oliver pushed Marcus off of him and grabbed their ball off of the floor. 

”I will not have you trash talk my school’s football team. Outside now Flint!” Marcus grabbed their shoes and ran for the door. ”Whoever wins loves the other more” He heard Oliver shout from the living room.

[nauticalparamour]

MIDDLE OF ADVENTURE

Marcus x Hermione | M | Complete | 22k song inspo. asks, etc. After his Quidditch career is cut short by injury, Marcus decides to start a youth league. When Hermione has to go pick up James, she doesn't expect to see the furious Flint is so great with children.

FFN | AO3

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Hermione bit her lower lip. "I wonder why he's done it. It seems a bit sudden, doesn't it?" she asked, even though she realized she didn't actually know much about Marcus Flint at all. Maybe this wasn't out of character. She just thought that he loved Quidditch, but maybe he'd gotten a better opportunity. "Is he going to come out of retirement?"

"That's not the impression that I got," Harry said. "It sounded like it had more to do with finances, if I'm honest."

"Well, I'm sure finances can be fixed," Hermione said, although not sure why she was wanting Flint to keep his little League open. Well, aside from the fact that it would make James happier than anything in the world. "Maybe he just needs a little help with it."

"I'm sure that it's a lot of work, Hermione," Harry said, a bit dismissively. "I mean, he runs the whole thing by himself. I'm sure that he puts a lot of time and energy into it, and maybe it's just not worth it anymore."

Hermione was never one to take hard work as an excuse not to do something though. "That's true. But, perhaps he just needs a little help to get things sorted out properly. I mean, someone who has experience planning things, coordinating, and someone who is good with numbers. If Flint had someone to take some of that burden off of him, I bet he'd have more time to devote to something he loved."

"And are you suggesting that person be you?" Harry asked her skeptically.

She floundered for a moment, thinking over what he was suggesting. She hadn't really realized it, but yes, she was thinking about herself even though she wasn't really thinking about the reality of working with Marcus Flint. "Why not? I've got a lot of free time on my hands all of a sudden," she said tersely.

"Well, for one, you were just telling me about what an underhanded Slytherin he was not even two weeks ago," Harry said with a snort. "But not only that, you don't particularly like Quidditch."

[nauticalparamour]

BIGGER BOYS AND STOLEN SWEETHEARTS

Marcus x Hermione | M | Complete | 57k song inspo. asks, etc. Hermione and Marcus form a friendship that grows into more over the years…or at least that's what Hermione thinks! Can their friendship survive when Marcus thinks Hermione has moved on to bigger and better things?

FFN | AO3

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"Aren't you going with Flint?" Parvati asked, a confused look on her face. "You guys are dating, right?"

Hermione's cheeks turned bright red at the suggestion. Her and Marcus? Dating? "Um, what are you talking about? We aren't..." she stumbled over her words, unable to say Marcus and the word dating in the same sentence. Well, she could admit that it was something that she'd be interested in — her crush on him had only grown stronger as she got older, seeing as she found him quite attractive and, of course, they got along smashingly — she was positive that Marcus would run away at the thought of it. Wouldn't he?

Lavender gave her a soothing smile, before crossing the room to wrap an arm around her shoulders. "You don't have to lie to us, Hermione," she said sweetly. "The whole school knows that you guys are dating. You don't have to hide it from Parv and me."

She had been too confused to do anything but nod. Did the whole school really think that she and Marcus were together? They did spend an awful lot of time together. Her mind couldn't help but produce the time that he'd taken her to Hogsmeade the year before and then holding hands and sharing an ice cream over the summer.

Maybe they were dating and she just hadn't noticed it.

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THINK TWICE

Marcus x Hermione | M | Complete | 48k song inspo. asks, etc. As a first year, Hermione is sorted into Slytherin. Hogwarts is horrible for her at first, until a chance meeting in the library with Slytherin chaser, Marcus Flint. After seeing her arm, Marcus takes her under his wing, determined to have the best players for Slytherin's Quidditch squad, muggleborn or not.

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"Oh, just...leave me alone, you brute!" she hissed, picking up the nearest object she had, which was, unfortunately, a book. She wound her arm back and hurled it at him, hitting him square in the face before he could stop it.

When the book fell, he didn't even look mad, just surprised. "Do that again," he insisted, looking at her with his head cocked to one side, like he was a confused dog.

It had felt good to get a bit of her anger out so Hermione summoned the book and hurled it at him again. This time, when the book made contact, his nose was bleeding, but he didn't seem to mind one bit.

"Well, Merlin's staff!" he said, pulling out the chair across the table from her. "What's your name?"

"Hermione Granger," she replied, tersely, wondering just what had put him in such a good mood all of sudden. Maybe he had a concussion?

"You're the mud- muggleborn. Sorry," he said, noticing her level glare. "That's a Chaser's arm you've got there," he complimented.

"Chaser?" she asked, feeling confused.

"Yeah, Chaser. Like Quidditch? Have you played before?" he asked, figuring that she probably hadn't, being a muggleborn and all. "How did you get so good at throwing things?"

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ONE POINT PERSPECTIVE

Marcus x Hermione | M | Complete | 34k song inspo. ephemera. Hermione, moonlighting as a romance novelist while teaching at Hogwarts, is struck by inspiration from a most unexpected source: the Quidditch pitch. With Marcus Flint newly added to the staff, she finds herself dealing with feelings that she's never experienced before.

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"I don't blame you. When I was still playing, they made up some stupid stories about me, too," he said, before giving her a crooked smile. "You've all but admitted to having a type, then, Granger. So, tell me, what are you looking for in a wizard?"

She felt her breath catch in her throat as she met his grey-blue eyes. You. Her mind was screaming that over and over, but she couldn't very well tell him that. "I um..." she wasn't sure where to start and ended up blurting out the first thing that popped into her mind. "I suppose, in the past, I have been drawn to Quidditch players," she squeaked out.

"Quidditch players?" he asked, raising a dark eyebrow.

Was it her imagination or was he leaning towards her? "Well yeah, I mean, I dated Viktor...and then there was that thing with Ron..." she trailed off, wetting her lower lip.

"And is your interest in Quidditch players limited to Seekers? And Keepers?" he asked, testing the waters.

Okay, she was sure now that he was looking at her lips. She shifted so that she could lean closer to him as well. "No, I wouldn't say that," she said. "There's no reason a Beater couldn't catch my eye."

He chuckled. "Or a Chaser?"

"Or a Chaser," she agreed, before her eyes slipped shut and she leaned forward, ready to finally kiss the handsome oaf who she'd been flirting with all term!

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CHAPTER 2 IS HERE

if there’s anything you’d like to see, lmk!! it’s still a bit of a wip even tho i have the next three or so chapters planned out

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START OF SOMETHING

Marcus x Hermione | M | Complete | 8.9k song inspo. When Hermione is hit by a quaffle at work, she is sent hurtling into a future that she never even knew she wanted. What will she learn from the family she never expected while she finds a way back?

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A surprised gasp caught her attention, followed shortly by a squeal of childish delight. "MUMMY!"

Hermione looked up to see a little boy, maybe five years old, with curly dark brown hair and bright blue eyes come running...towards her? Surely, the little boy didn't think that she was his mummy? By the time the boy got to her, he had his arms open wide, running to catch her in a hug. She was so surprised that even the little weight of him sent her flying onto her side.

She lifted up her arms to cradle him against her chest, instinctively. Sure, the little boy was mistaken in thinking that she was his mum, but it wasn't as though she was going to let him get hurt.

The boy lifted his head, smiling at her. "Mummy, I thought you were in 'Stralia with Holly and Grandma and Grandpa," he said, seeming endlessly pleased with her.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, Eric, where did you go?" A voice called from the edge of the pitch.

Hermione was surprised to realize that she recognized the voice. Looking up from the little boy, she was surprised to see Marcus Flint, striding over towards them with purpose. He looked a bit older than the last time that she saw them, but his hair was as dark as ever and he looked as strong as ever.

"Daddy, look, I found, mummy," the little boy — presumably Eric — said, looking quite pleased with himself.

She wasn't able to see Marcus's reaction, because he was reaching down, plucking Eric off of her, before offering her his arm to lift her off the ground. He picked her up as though she weighed nothing, before peering at her face.

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MIGHT BE MINE

Marcus x Hermione | M | Complete | 60k song inspo. asks, etc. When Ron and Harry try to rescind Hermione's plus one to their respective weddings, Hermione surprises the boys by insisting that she's actually been dating someone for a year. The only problem is she has no boyfriend to speak of. Enter Marcus Flint. With a little bit of convincing, he agrees to be her fake boyfriend...but is the relationship really fake?

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"Why is he here, Hermione?" Ron asked again, agitated.

Hermione leaned her head against Marcus's chest once again, taking comfort in the steady sound of his heart. "Well, I thought that was obvious," she said. "I told you that I was going to be bringing someone to your party. And here he is." She looked up at the burly Chaser with a look of absolute adoration in her eyes, hoping to convince them.

They were silent for a few beats before Ron started laughing. "You have got to be kidding me," he said, shaking his head. "Hermione, I don't know how you ever thought this was going to fool me. But okay, you've made your point. Now make him leave."

Marcus's hand moved from her waist down to her arse and gave her an affectionate squeeze. He leaned down so he could whisper into her ear. "I wouldn't mind going back to yours, babe," he said, knowing full well that Ron and Harry could hear. "Should have known letting you get all dressed up was a total waste of time."

Her cheeks went bright red at the way Marcus was holding her in front of her friends. He was obviously very demonstrative and Hermione had never really been one for public displays of affection, but he wouldn't know that. Despite this being a new experience for Hermione, she couldn't let Harry and Ron know that anything was amiss.

She bit her lower lip. "Supporting my friends is important to me. We don't have to stay all night, though," she told him sweetly, before rounding on Ron once again. "I'm not making a point, Ronald. Marcus is my boyfriend and you have to accept that."