Sam Bateson as Mistoffelees and Marcus May as Mungojerrie.

thank you yes some impromptu Mungojerrie lifts will be acceptable

Oh-my-GOD!! My hero! I actually WANTED to write something for the Marcus May, and have been thinking about it FOR SO LONG and YOU JUST SAVED ME.

(I’m gonna butcher your sentence, forgive me -my courage comes from you saying you aren’t in love with it)

*cracks knuckles*

“Hi.”

He waited for her to notice him.

She didn’t, so he cleared his throat loudly, and spoke again.

“Hi, can I sit here?”

She nodded, distractedly. Mumbling a “Yeah, sure.”

Marcus sighed. She wasn’t making this easy. He cleared his throat again, now you are overdoing it, Flint, he thought. She flicked a gaze towards him, her eyes lingering on him only a fraction of a second and she turned back to her work again. He sighed inwardly, considering to give up already. She would never notice him.

She seemed to only notice her friends, anyway. He was sure she dated none of them. She still came to every game, and Marcus remembered how he had been jealous of Potter when she ran to him after a game.

Too bad that he found out Potter was not interested in girls after he made the younger kid hate him.

He realised he had forgotten to open the books he randomly selected to pretend he was studying when she lifted her gaze toward him then looked at his books pointedly. He coughed with embarrassment and she looked at him again, a shy blush on her cheeks. Marcus almost fell from his seat.

He had never thought of himself particularly smart, nor handsome for that matter. Girls liked him, enough, he thought, since he was a great football player. He doubted Hermione Granger cared about that. He doubted she even knew his name.

“Anatomy?” she asked suddenly, surprising him.

She was talking to him. It had been too long since he got this stupid over a girl.

“So what?” he barked.

Fuck.

She blushed, then her brows furrowed and her eyes sparked with anger. She huffed a breath and turned back to the pile of books in front of her.

“Sorry!” he said, feeling like an absolute imbecile. Lie, his mind supplied helpfully. “It’s just that, I’m gonna fail the class.”

She didn’t say anything for few seconds but didn’t seem as angry as before. “The coach said I can’t play next semester if I failed,” he added for good measure. The coach, of course, had not said such things.

He didn’t even take Anatomy. He prayed she didn’t know.

Hermione smirked, her eyes still on her workload. “Uh-huh.”

“Maybe you could help me study?”

She lifted her eyes, looking at him with a smirk.

“Help you study anatomy?” Hermione clarified, and she was, ugh -so hot!

“Yes,” he said, dazed.

She laughed, not loudly, but her face flushed with amusements and her eyes were sparkling making Marcus’ blood boil.

“Sure, pick me up at eight.”

Start of Something by Nautical Paramour

Hermione x Marcus Flint

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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International Tour in Düsseldorf, 10 April 2025.