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This story is No. 2 in the series "Scriptificus Totalus". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: The continuing series posted on livejournal written by 5 authors crossing Buffy and Harry Potter and chronicling the rebuilding of the Watcher's Council in that universe.

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Harry Potter > GeneralscriptificusFR18167318,59518307202,1341 Mar 1017 Jul 10Yes

Annoyances and Staking Claims

June 09, 2005 at 5:05pm

Astoria was beyond frustrated. She could not find this Ethan character anywhere. It was very vexing. She entered Marcus' apartment and threw her handbag across the room with a frustrated growl. Then she yanked her hat off of her head, pulling some strands of hair in the process and threw to the floor. Then she stomped on it.

Marcus came out of the bedroom to find Tori abusing one of her silly little hats. Which no doubt meant that she had come up empty on the bloody bastard who had hurt her. Everyone was being tight lipped about the arse. Even a few broken bones were not incentive enough to get anyone to talk. Marcus knew this for a fact.

"I think it's dead," he said.

Astoria turned on him, eyes flashing.

"He's blocking me! I want to know how in the hell someone is blocking my sight! Arg! All I keep finding are arsehats who want to badmouth Blaise until I hex them. That, however, is bringing me a lot of release. I'm just... I'm so... it's frustrating. He's bothering you. He's bothering Draco, and I can't even find the wanker to punish him for messing with my things! Nobody messes with my things!"

Quite by accident she was having a Draco-worthy tantrum. Astoria had not behaved in such a way in years, but it had been years since someone had decided to mess with her 'things' too.

Marcus calmly watched her rage. One of the first rules Slytherins learned as firsties was to let a tantrum run it's course. Too many of his house mates threw them at the drop of a hat and were handy with a wand. Trying to calm someone in a rage was a good way to find yourself on fire.

Astoria screeched and stomped about, throwing off her clothes until she was down to her slip dress, underthings and stockings. She looked at Marcus and pouted. Her clothes were all over his living area. She stalked over to him and forced herself onto his lap before curling into him as much as possible.

Really she was the most angry about this whole thing's effect on him. She wanted to be able to take care of it for him so that he would not longer be bothered.

"Feel better?" He wasn't he type to throw a tantrum. He'd much rather hit someone than toss shite about. Every once in awhile he considered trying it, but whenever he got that pissed, he wanted to feel blood on his hands.

"Only marginally. I don't like this affecting you. It bothers me. It makes me want to hurt things."

She kissed his neck. She could get away with things like this. He allowed her to nuzzle him and snuggle against him and generally put her hands all over him. Astoria loved it. She did not know if it was because he liked it or because he knew resisting her on certain matters was futile, though.

He hesitantly started to wrap a lock of her hair around his finger. He let her do pretty much anything she wanted -- he could hear Pucey's voice in his head, making a whip-crack sound -- but he was uncomfortable initiating contact that did not lead directly to sex.

"Maybe you need a break from it," he suggested after a moment. "From the search. Take a trip to the continent or something like that."

Astoria leaned back to look at him. "You want me to leave?"

She got up abruptly.

"I don't own you, you know. I would never suggest such a thing. When I say you're mine, I don't mean it that way."

She growled in frustration. She was jumbled and frustrated. She knew he had a hard time with the intimate stuff, but she didn't expect him to be anything other than what he was.

He rose to his feet and stalked forward, pushing her back against the wall. He ignored her struggles, which included a sharp punch to his ribs. It was not enough to hurt him, but it did get his attention.

"Well it's too bloody bad that you don't own me," he ground out, his face close to hers. "Because you are mine. And you know exactly what that means."

Astoria closed her eyes and shivered. It was a very good shiver. She just breathed for a moment with her eyes closed, a very satisfied smile on her face.

Her eyes snapped open. "Well, you do things like this and I change my mind. No one else gets you... ever. Not even if I am dead. I will find a way back. No one else ever gets to have you again. Not ever. I own you, and anyone who tries to take you from me dies."

She probably looked a bit scary and wild, but just now she felt scary and wild. She had just told Marcus Flint, of all people, that she owned him. Guys like him did not handle that so well sometimes.

"Fair enough," he said after a long moment. "I don't share well either. And can promise you right now that if you ever take a notion to stray... The end result will be very bloody."

Astoria frowned. "Why would I? You're very silly."

She somehow removed her arms from where he had them pinned so that she could invade his personal space. Astoria placed a hand on his chest and kissed his jaw in a teasing manner. She did like to tease him. Half the time he had no idea what to do with it. Marcus was not used to someone exploring him with light touches, but Astoria just enjoyed being affectionate with him with no sexual frenzy behind it. Sure, they had plenty of that, but that was nothing new to him. What was new to him happened to be her need to just be near and not expect any action from him.

Marcus shrugged away from her hands after a moment, uncomfortable with the contact. He was slowly getting more comfortable with her constant need for contact, but sometimes it just got to be too much.

"So, I take it that you will not take a break?"

"He's bothering you. I want to hurt him."

Astoria moved back into his personal space, but she did not touch him. She wanted to though. She always wanted her hands on him.

"It's an annoyance," he reassured her. "Nothing I can't handle." It wasn't really a lie. He knew how to deal with the pain when the mark flared.

"All of that is supposed to be finished. You should not have to handle it, Marcus. I don't like it. I don't like that this bastard can block me from seeing him."

"I don't like it either." She was the most powerful Seer in England. It wasn't right that Rayne was blocking her. "Does the Coven have any idea how he's doing it?"

"No, but I will find out, and I will keep him from doing it again."

She pulled him back to the couch. Astoria had them sit before she curled into his side. She knew she was pushing it, but she wanted him today. He sometimes got irritated when she got to clinging, when she told him how desirable he was as a person to her.

Marcus shifted a bit, but did not dislodge her. He just got more comfortable. His fingers found her hair again and started to play with the ends.

"I believe you. If you say that you are going to do something, then you do it." It was one of the things he liked about her.

She liked when he played with her hair. Half the time he did not even realize he was doing it.

"I told my mother about us. At one point, she fainted, but that might have been because I told her that sometimes when I have sex with you, I put my legs behind my head."

He stilled, partially in shock, partially in panic. They had not been keeping the relationship a secret, per se. In fact, anyone who came to Back Alley knew about it. Tori spent enough time there that the regulars knew her well. Merlin's balls, most of them liked her better than they liked him, which was not really surprising, and asked after her when she did not make an appearance.

But none of the high-society bitches had known yet. And with their knowing came all new problems.

Such as his own mother finding out. Eloisa Flint would be abso-bloody-lutely thrilled that he'd managed to bag someone with Greengrass's standing. He knew he should expect an owl any day congratulating him and advising him to bind himself to her through means fair or foul. If he remembered correctly, she was fond of the "accidental" pregnancy scam.

"Alright," he finally said.

"You're upset. I didn't mean to, but she was going on and on about Draco again, and I snapped. He's not the one I lo- um, want."

Dear gods, she had nearly told him that she loved him. That would be a sure way to get him to run screaming.

"She was bound to find out eventually. About the relationship, at least, not the legs behind the head. You might have went too far with that one."

"She told me ladies don't make bold threats, so I returned with anyone who could put their legs as far behind her head as I could during sex might not be much of a lady. That's when she fainted. I think she actually pictured you doing that to me."

He snorted at the mental image of Queenie Greengrass's eyes rolling back in her head before slumping to the ground. He'd met her a time or two before and she's always looked down her nose at him. No doubt she was horrified at the thought of her "delicate" daughter being abused by an animal like him.

"What will the fallout be for you?"

"Please, I'm her only hope of grandchildren unless Daphne just finds a donor. She had better tread lightly, but more importantly, I am finished with pretending things. I won't pretend I don't have sex with someone who makes me feel alive. She had no right to question me. She's the one who married an animal and then turned a blind eye when he abused us because we were sodding girls and not the son he wanted."

Marcus growled. She'd hinted at the like before, but had never said it outright. The bastard was lucky that he was already dead. Because Marcus would have made the pain last for days.

"So, what now?"

"So what now, right now? Or what now that my mother knows what now? Because I don't think my mother knowing changes a damn thing with us. We're still us. We go on as we did before. As for right now? This right here is just fine. You skin, your scent, the heat from your body. Let me just breathe you in."

He nodded. "That I can do."
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