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FIC: Feat. Pair: Katie/Marcus. Wildflowers, by kereia

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Title: Wildflowers
Author:

kereia
Word Count: 6564 words, complete
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Pairing: Katie Bell/ Marcus Flint
Rating: NC-17
Author's Summary: Following Voldemorts defeat, Katie Bell hurries to Azkaban to liberate her grandmother. To her surprise, she learns that a friendship has sprung up between her and Marcus Flint, who has spent the past five months as a prisoner in the cell across from her.
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Why everyone should read this: This story was written for the Smutty Clause exchange some odd years back and of course, the smut is hot and heavy and leaves you wanting. However, the story is more than smut. For a majority of it, in fact, is a lovely read about prejudices, rebuilding after the war, and UST. The squabbles between Katie and Marcus are just spot on, and such a delight to read. And Venerity, the grandmum, is truly a match-making old hag, to put it in Katie's words.

Excerpt:
By mid-summer, Katie and her grandmother had restored the house to its former amiable atmosphere. When Veneritys brother had taken up residence at Bardon House, an Edwardian mansion with extensive grounds along the channel, he and his wife had redecorated everything according to their baroque taste, and Venerity had been horrified when shes first walked into the door.

This place is starting to feel like home again, Venerity said wistfully.

Katie laughed quietly and tied the sash around the last curtain in the sitting room. Yes, it is. Now, we only need to sort out the garden. She tried not to groan. Even though her spell work had been more than sufficient to restore the house, gardening had never been her forte, and her dread was directly proportional to the vast size of the mansions grounds.

However, to Katies surprise, Venerity only patted her hand and said, Dont you worry about that, dear. I already hired a gardener.

Really? Katies eyebrows rose. Someone I know?

A musical note echoed through the entrance hall, alerting them to a visitor at the door. Her grandmother nodded before she turned away and marched towards the hall. Marcus, she said.

For one moment Katie froze, then, she hurried after her. Marcus? Marcus Flint?

Do we know any other? Venerity asked with studied casualness.