Meet the Parents (Katie/Marcus, 890 words)
Title: Meet the Parents
Pairing: Katie Bell/Marcus Flint
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 890 words
Summary: Without warning, Katie brings Marcus home to meet her parents, but they have a surprise of their own.
Author's Notes: Written for eustacia_vye28, who asked for a happy Katie/Marcus story, and suggested one of the pair meeting the other's parents for the first time. Full prompt is at the end. I hope you like this!
"You sure you want to do this?" Katie asked. A part of her was hoping that Marcus would say no, and they could turn around and leave now.
Of course, Marcus never did the easy thing. "Sure," he said, with a crooked grin. "Why not?" He reached out and lifted the elaborate bronze door knocker, shaped like the Gryffindor lion, on her parents' door.
It was ironic, really. Ever since they first stumbled and fell into bed together, Katie had joked that Marcus was not the type of bloke a girl took home to meet her parents. He was sexy and sarcastic, loved Quidditch and cunnilingus, played hard on the pitch and partied hard after hours. All good qualities in Katie's book, but none of those were things she really wanted to explain to Mum and Dad. But now here she was anyway.
The door opened to reveal Katie's mother: tall and slim, her hair was elegantly coiffed and her cosmetic charms perfectly applied. "Katie, darling!" she exclaimed, after the briefest possible pause. "Come in, come in. And is this your -- friend?"
Katie smiled inwardly. She'd told her parents nothing about Marcus in advance, just that she'd be bringing a friend round for dinner. They'd probably been expecting Alicia.
"Mother, this is Marcus Flint," she said, smiling and trying not to look as though she were nervous inside. She'd never brought a bloke home to meet her parents before, and if this went south, it could be very, very bad.
"How do you do?" Marcus asked formally, using his very best pureblood manners, and Katie jerked her head around to look at him. Marcus acting polite and respectful to her mother was a whole new side of him she'd never seen before.
"Are you related to Aurelius Flint, by any chance?" her mother asked, leading the way into the dining room without question.
Katie followed behind them, letting out a deep breath and relaxing her shoulders slightly. The first hurdle was past.
But not for long.
Before she stepped through the door into the breakfast room, she heard her father's booming voice, and felt her muscles tense up again.
"You're Katie's friend, eh?" he asked, in a voice loud enough to echo across an entire Quidditch stadium. Katie entered the room just in time to hear him say, "What kind of a friend?"
Katie wondered if she could Apparate away without making a sound, or maybe sink right through the floor.
Marcus reached out and wrapped one arm around her waist, pulling her close. Katie loved that gesture in the pub, she loved it on the Quidditch pitch, but here in her own family home she felt a furious blush creeping up her cheeks at the feeling of his body right next to hers. "A very good friend," Marcus said, his voice even but somehow defiant.
A tiny smile crossed Katie's lips, and she let herself lean towards Marcus for a moment. Maybe, just maybe this would work out for the best.
"What?" Her father's voice boomed out. He grabbed his ear with one huge hand and shook it dramatically, as if his hearing was impaired. "What's going on here, Katiekins?"
She lifted her chin a few centimetres. "Marcus is my boyfriend, Dad."
Her father blinked, looking from her to Marcus and back. "He is."
"Yes, he is."
He blinked some more. "That's... well, that's a surprise." The man who always had something to say (usually at top volume) seemed to be speechless.
Katie frowned at him. "Are you... all right, Dad?"
Her father frowned, his broad forehead crinkling into ruddy hills and valleys. "I always thought you played for the other side."
Marcus choked, sounding very much like he'd swallowed a doxy.
Katie blinked, barely able to believe her ears. "You... what?"
"C'mon, Katiekins. You know what they say about Quidditch players. And, well, you're always bringing Alicia around for dinner."
"She's my friend, Dad! And.. and no. Just... no."
Marcus coughed and took a deep breath before speaking. Finally he said, "I, uh, I can assure you that's not the case, sir. Alicia's actually dating a bloke I know from school."
Katie's mother, bustling back into the room with a tray of drinks at just that moment, chimed in. "She is? Well, that's too bad. I always thought you two were so good together."
"Mother, I was never--"
Marcus began to choke again, and Katie elbowed him firmly in the ribs. As she looked from her mother's elegant face, filled with concern over Katie's apparent heartbreak, to her father's expression of confusion, Katie simply decided to take the easy way out. It might have been the cowardly choice, and perhaps she'd been spending a bit too much time with a certain Slytherin, but Katie didn't care.
"Alicia and I are better off as friends," she said, neatly sidestepping the issue of whether they'd ever been more than friends. Aside from that one night at the Quaffle and Snitch, which they never talked about, they'd never even thought about it. "I'm with Marcus now. I hope you can respect that."
"Of course we can, darling," her mother said, setting down the drinks and wrapping Katie in a warm hug. Just as Katie breathed a sigh of relief, her mother whispered in her ear. "But you know, Alicia is a very nice girl. And a Gryffindor."
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full prompt was: Katie/Marcus, One of them is wibbling about meeting the other's parents, and the parents suddenly burst out "Oh! Thank Merlin, I thought you were gay!" and that defuses the tension while the other is "WHAT?!"
Pairing: Katie Bell/Marcus Flint
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 890 words
Summary: Without warning, Katie brings Marcus home to meet her parents, but they have a surprise of their own.
Author's Notes: Written for eustacia_vye28, who asked for a happy Katie/Marcus story, and suggested one of the pair meeting the other's parents for the first time. Full prompt is at the end. I hope you like this!
"You sure you want to do this?" Katie asked. A part of her was hoping that Marcus would say no, and they could turn around and leave now.
Of course, Marcus never did the easy thing. "Sure," he said, with a crooked grin. "Why not?" He reached out and lifted the elaborate bronze door knocker, shaped like the Gryffindor lion, on her parents' door.
It was ironic, really. Ever since they first stumbled and fell into bed together, Katie had joked that Marcus was not the type of bloke a girl took home to meet her parents. He was sexy and sarcastic, loved Quidditch and cunnilingus, played hard on the pitch and partied hard after hours. All good qualities in Katie's book, but none of those were things she really wanted to explain to Mum and Dad. But now here she was anyway.
The door opened to reveal Katie's mother: tall and slim, her hair was elegantly coiffed and her cosmetic charms perfectly applied. "Katie, darling!" she exclaimed, after the briefest possible pause. "Come in, come in. And is this your -- friend?"
Katie smiled inwardly. She'd told her parents nothing about Marcus in advance, just that she'd be bringing a friend round for dinner. They'd probably been expecting Alicia.
"Mother, this is Marcus Flint," she said, smiling and trying not to look as though she were nervous inside. She'd never brought a bloke home to meet her parents before, and if this went south, it could be very, very bad.
"How do you do?" Marcus asked formally, using his very best pureblood manners, and Katie jerked her head around to look at him. Marcus acting polite and respectful to her mother was a whole new side of him she'd never seen before.
"Are you related to Aurelius Flint, by any chance?" her mother asked, leading the way into the dining room without question.
Katie followed behind them, letting out a deep breath and relaxing her shoulders slightly. The first hurdle was past.
But not for long.
Before she stepped through the door into the breakfast room, she heard her father's booming voice, and felt her muscles tense up again.
"You're Katie's friend, eh?" he asked, in a voice loud enough to echo across an entire Quidditch stadium. Katie entered the room just in time to hear him say, "What kind of a friend?"
Katie wondered if she could Apparate away without making a sound, or maybe sink right through the floor.
Marcus reached out and wrapped one arm around her waist, pulling her close. Katie loved that gesture in the pub, she loved it on the Quidditch pitch, but here in her own family home she felt a furious blush creeping up her cheeks at the feeling of his body right next to hers. "A very good friend," Marcus said, his voice even but somehow defiant.
A tiny smile crossed Katie's lips, and she let herself lean towards Marcus for a moment. Maybe, just maybe this would work out for the best.
"What?" Her father's voice boomed out. He grabbed his ear with one huge hand and shook it dramatically, as if his hearing was impaired. "What's going on here, Katiekins?"
She lifted her chin a few centimetres. "Marcus is my boyfriend, Dad."
Her father blinked, looking from her to Marcus and back. "He is."
"Yes, he is."
He blinked some more. "That's... well, that's a surprise." The man who always had something to say (usually at top volume) seemed to be speechless.
Katie frowned at him. "Are you... all right, Dad?"
Her father frowned, his broad forehead crinkling into ruddy hills and valleys. "I always thought you played for the other side."
Marcus choked, sounding very much like he'd swallowed a doxy.
Katie blinked, barely able to believe her ears. "You... what?"
"C'mon, Katiekins. You know what they say about Quidditch players. And, well, you're always bringing Alicia around for dinner."
"She's my friend, Dad! And.. and no. Just... no."
Marcus coughed and took a deep breath before speaking. Finally he said, "I, uh, I can assure you that's not the case, sir. Alicia's actually dating a bloke I know from school."
Katie's mother, bustling back into the room with a tray of drinks at just that moment, chimed in. "She is? Well, that's too bad. I always thought you two were so good together."
"Mother, I was never--"
Marcus began to choke again, and Katie elbowed him firmly in the ribs. As she looked from her mother's elegant face, filled with concern over Katie's apparent heartbreak, to her father's expression of confusion, Katie simply decided to take the easy way out. It might have been the cowardly choice, and perhaps she'd been spending a bit too much time with a certain Slytherin, but Katie didn't care.
"Alicia and I are better off as friends," she said, neatly sidestepping the issue of whether they'd ever been more than friends. Aside from that one night at the Quaffle and Snitch, which they never talked about, they'd never even thought about it. "I'm with Marcus now. I hope you can respect that."
"Of course we can, darling," her mother said, setting down the drinks and wrapping Katie in a warm hug. Just as Katie breathed a sigh of relief, her mother whispered in her ear. "But you know, Alicia is a very nice girl. And a Gryffindor."
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full prompt was: Katie/Marcus, One of them is wibbling about meeting the other's parents, and the parents suddenly burst out "Oh! Thank Merlin, I thought you were gay!" and that defuses the tension while the other is "WHAT?!"