A/N: I promised a shorter chapter and this is half the length. What happens when Marcus visits Katie's apartment and practically begs for her forgiveness? There's a surprise ending and there's probably one or two more chapters left. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, it belongs to J.K. Rowling. I do not own Haley and Emily, they belong to Aprhodite-Venus-u.k.

Forgive Me Not

You have 10 unread messages. I threw my phone on the couch and sat down walked into the kitchen of my new apartment. Why couldn't Marcus just leave me alone? I grabbed a package of donuts from the cabinet and a bottle of water before turning on the TV. Marcus's face stared at me. I sighed. Stupid Quidditch league. I flipped through the channels and settled on some movie.

Scotty barked at the door. I sighed and walked over and picked him up. What was the matter with him? The doorbell rang. I opened it without looking and found the six foot four, dark haired Quidditch player standing there. I started to shut the door on him, but he stopped me.

"Just hear me out, Katie, okay?" he asked pleadingly. I gave him a cold look.

"Why? So you can tell me more lies? No thanks," I said and turned. He followed me in. "I'm tired of you telling me lies, Marcus, okay?"

"No lies, I'm starting over," he said. I spun around and caught him off guard. I narrowed my eyes at him. "I swear, Katie, I haven't talked to Adrian in forever, probably not since high school."

"Then how would he know you were in Nevada? How would he know that you would be there? Why did he say to call him? What are you hiding from me? You see, Marcus, there' s a lot of answered questions," I said coldly. He tried to take my hands, but I pulled away, not wanting to hear it. "Why don't you just go running back to Avril or Molly or whoever you cheated on me with."

"I never cheated on you!"

"Then why the secrets, Marcus? Go tell someone else your lies because I'm not listening," I said and sat down on the couch. I folded my feet underneath me and pulled Scotty to me for comfort. He sighed.

"Katie, fine, you win. I talked to Adrian once and that was a year ago. I told him if he needed anything that I would help him out, not get him out of going to Azkaban, I thought he'd figure that part out, but he hasn't and now he pulled me into it. I can't get out of it, Katie, I just can't," he said, sitting down next to me. I didn't meet his eye when I spoke again.

"Friends don't let other friends get hurt," I said quietly.

"This is my choice, Katie, and mine alone. I'm not asking to bring you into this, I'm just telling you the truth so you don't hate me as much," he said and sat something down on the coffee table. "Think about it and if I don't hear from you soon, I'll know." I heard him stand and walk away, shutting the door behind him.

I took a deep, shaky breath and took the object from the coffee table. I knew what it was without looking at it. I silently slipped it onto my left ring finger and looked at the diamond. What was I going to do?

"He gave the rock back? Katie, you have to say yes!" Angelina gushed, holding the ring in her finger. I shrugged and George walked out of the back room and whistled as he looked at the ring.

"He may be an ass, Katie, but he's a keeper for you. Maybe you can talk some sense into Flint," he said and sat a box on the counter. I pushed my hair out of my eyes and shrugged.

"He's involved with the Death Eaters, I don't want any part of that," I said, shrugging. He looked at me, but didn't say anything. Angelina put her arm around her fiancé.

"Come on, Katie, we can have a double wedding!" she said. I stared at her and so did George. "It could be romantic!"

"I think we'd ruin our friendship is what it would be," I said and took the ring back I slipped it back onto my finger. "I want to take him back, but part of me says no."

"I guess you can't follow your heart then," George said and left to yell at some kids. I looked at Angelina and she gave me a sympathetic look.

"What is your heart saying?" she asked quietly. What was it saying? Tell the stupid boy yes and move on, it wasn't his fault his best friend's a Death Eater.

"I'm not sure," I lied. She looked at me and I knew she didn't believe me, but she didn't press it and I was glad she didn't. I looked out the window at the Hogwarts kids buying Christmas presents.

"Well, you'd better decide soon," Angelina said and went to help George. I turned and walked out of the shop and back to the Leaky Cauldron. I disapperated and ended up in front of the huge mansion.

I walked up the front walk, none of the neighbours were out, but it was a fancy neighbourhood. They were probably at their beach houses or golfing, but golfing in the snow? Nah, more like skiing and snowboarding at the lodge. A slam caused me to jump. I whirled around. Vernon Dursley, Duddly, and Petunia were all standing there. Marcus was standing at the mail box, getting the mail.

"Marcus!" I called. He looked up and dropped a Quidditch magazine. I hurried down to him.

"You can do better, honey," Petunia said. Marcus and I both gave he a cold look.

"Learn your place, ma'am," an Irish boy said from next door with the famous Harry Potter. They seemed to be renovating the abandoned house next door.

"Hey," Marcus said, turning to me. I smiled at him

"Can we talk?" I asked. He nodded and I followed him into the mansion. I slipped my shoes off and hung my coat up on the unused coat rack. "I thought you lived at the Flat still. Hermione Granger told me you moved here, it was your grandfathers, right?"

"Yeah, I've been here ever since we got back from Nevada," he said and tossed me a can of pop. "What did you want to talk about?" I walked over to him and sat the can of pop down before taking his hands. He looked down and saw the ring. "You said yes again." I slipped it off and smiled at him.

"Ask me again," I said. He sat his own can down and dropped to one knee before repeating the speech he'd asked me before. I smiled again and hugged him before taking the ring. "No more secrets, Marcus."

"I just have one," he said sheepishly as a baby cried upstairs and his sister sighed and ran upstairs. I stared at her and she stared at me. "My niece Emily and sister live here."

"Oh," I said, shocked.

"It's not permanent, she's going back to school soon and then it's just us and Emily, who was my brother who died's daughter," he said.

"I'm sorry," I said softly.

"You aren't mad?" he asked, sounding amazed. I laughed and hugged him.

"How can I be mad about an innocent baby?" I asked. He kissed my forehead and we stood there and listened as the babies cries faded.