Disclaimer: I did not make up Hogwarts or Quidditch or any of that jazz… its all from the brilliant mind of JK Rowling.

Author's Note: Ok, so this takes place around Harry/Ron/Hermione's 5th year, not taking into account anything that happened in the fifth book- or the fourth for that matter. Really its just some good ol' fun I had typing at 3:30 in the morning. Pointless and plotless, but still exciting as ever. Read on dears!

Ravenclaws Have Fun Too

"That Harry Potter is looking damn sexy, eh?" I commented to Cho as we sat watching the Gryffindors play Hufflepuff in Quidditch. It was an intense game, and Cho barely had the energy to agree with me before focusing all of her attention back on the ever-moving quaffle. I sighed. While I loved Quidditch as much as the next witch, her relationship with the golden snitch bordered on dangerous obsession, which left me as somewhat of a third wheel whenever we attended matches together. I attempted to concentrate on the game, for Cho's sake.

Alicia Spinnet had the quaffle and was racing down the pitch at breakneck speed to the Hufflepuff's goal posts. The Hufflepuff's beater advanced straight toward Alicia and the two girls nearly collided. At the last second Alicia swerved and dropped the ball to Katie Bell, who was twenty feet below her. Katie caught the quaffle and did a loop around the goal posts, finally passing it to Angelina Johnson who immediately scored, making the score an even 150 to 10, Gryffindor lead.

I had a hunch who the victors of this match would be, and therefore didn't feel at all bad when my thoughts drifted off to things other than the game. It was freezing outside and the chilly November winds were howling all about the stands, frequently causing hats and small first years to go flying across the field. If I squinted into the wind, past the stands, I could just make out Hagrid's giant pumpkins being tossed around like marbles, and his large, lifelike scarecrow dancing vigorously on it's post. I blew on my numb hands to warm them and pulled my hat down farther over my head.

Suddenly I felt a bone-chillingly cold hand slide down the back of my cloak.

"Cold?" An impish voice asked in my ear. I shrieked and turned around to hit the body attached to the icy hand down my back. It was Matt. He pouted his lips at me and attempted to look innocent while at the same time trying to extract his hand from my many layers of clothing. I managed to hit him lightly on the arm before he grabbed my hand and kissed my fingertips, warming them more effectively than any method I had tried previously.

I had been dating Matt for two years now, since our fourth year. He was, in a word, perfect. Smart, funny, sensitive, fun and as a bonus, incredibly good looking. He had dark brown curls that often fell into his eyes in a very sexy way, and soft lips just perfect for kissing. Basically, he was irresistible, and every time I saw him I wanted to screw him on the floor. It was a wonder I had restrained myself this long, really.

"Yes, you are cold." He affirmed, pulling me closer to him and brushing his lips against mine.

"Thank you Captain Obvious." I replied scathingly, trying, and failing to be angry with the prankster. "Where have you been?" I asked, pretending to ignore his hand wandering carefully up my leg.

"Oh nowhere." He answered worryingly. Vague answers from Matt were always something to be concerned about. Him and the other boys of my year were always up to one thing or another. They called themselves the Squad, and it was their ultimate goal in life to accomplish Weasley-quality pranks. The Squad's most recent practical joke had involved copious amounts of rice and several of the Ravenclaw girls' undergarments.

This is probably a good time to explain about the three shady figures that made up the Squad. First, there's Danny. He is somewhat of a ringleader to the Squad, always joking and poking fun at people. Danny is a bit of a Sex God at Hogwarts, always sought after by the hottest girls and envied by the coolest guys. Although Danny knows this, it doesn't seem to phase him. He and Matt are inseparable, and go everywhere together. Together they plot ways to invoke bedlam upon the castle, and together they face the consequences in form of detentions. The second member of the Squad is Robbie. Robbie is more quiet and shy than either Danny or Matt, but he is equally mischievous. He is the smartest of the three and the best in nearly all subjects. He is quite funny, and semi-attractive in a bookish sort of way. The third member of the squad is, of course, Matt: sexy and deliciously mine. It was always best to know where the Squad members were at all moments, especially if you valued your knickers.

"What do you mean 'nowhere', Matt?" I inquired further. He was saved from answering when Cho screeched and clamped a hand on my arm, nearly severing it from the rest of my body.

"LOOK!" She yelled, pointing at the scarlet-robed Harry Potter, as he went into a magnificent dive, plummeting sixty feet before rising again, a triumphant look on his mud-splattered face.

"And Gryffindor wins, with a score of 310 to 20!" Lee Jordan announced happily as people began streaming onto the field in order to congratulate the winning team. Cho's gaze lingered on the Gryffindor seeker as he was pulled into a tangled mess of hugs from his teammates and his friends Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger.

"What about that Harry Potter?" I asked again, nudging Cho with my elbow and winking, now that her attention was momentarily distracted from Quidditch.

"He is cute, isn't he?" She answered, never taking her eyes off him.

"Sure." I said. "I bet he'd go for a quick shag in the locker room any time." We began walking down the stands, towards the field, Cho leading the way through the crowds of first and second years, with Matt and me following close behind.

"I could go for a shag in the locker room too you know." Matt exclaimed loudly. "Or any room for that matter." He added, tightening his grip on my hand as we walked.

"I'm glad you're announcing your request to these first year girls." I told him as we approached the castle. "They all look eager for a quickie in the broom closet with you."

"They do, don't they." He answered, stopping dead and striking what he thought was a sexy pose. I laughed and kissed him, before running up the castle steps and into the Great Hall.

When supper was over, and everyone was sufficiently stuffed with food, my fellow sixth years and I made our way lethargically through the halls of our beloved Hogwarts. As we neared the trick staircase that hid the Ravenclaw common room, we heard a great ruckus. Robbie, Matt and Danny were all carefully avoiding eye contact and frowning indifferently at the cobblestone floors. As we rounded a corner a fantastic scene met our eyes. Covering every surface of the immediate area was a white substance that looked similar to snow, but on closer inspection proved to be shaving cream. Boys and girls were sprawled all over the staircase, throwing fluffs of shaving cream at each other, rolling in it, pushing, shoving, etc. It was general chaos, and the Squad reveled in it.

"Come on mates!" Danny yelled, dragging Matt and Robbie into a big pile of the cream and causing it to engulf the boys with a coating of whiteness. All three of them crashed off to torment younger Ravenclaws, who were unfortunate enough to be in the boy's pathway.

Slowly I looked over at Cho, Tracy and Kit, my year mates. We immediately burst into peals of laughter. I scooped up some shaving cream and tossed it at Tracy's face.

"Oooh girl, now you're gonna get it!" she told me, scooping up a large armful of the stuff. Within minutes, we were all absolutely covered in shaving cream from head to toe. My robes were ruined and my hair was going to be impossible to detangle, but I didn't care. Danny ran by and shoved a handful of cream in my face. I spluttered and coughed, trying to spit it out of my mouth so I could retaliate. As I was collecting myself behind a suit of armor, Matt approached me.

"Don't you dare try and put any more of the stuff in my eyes!" I warned him.

"Who me?" He asked in an innocent tone. "I'm just trying to help." Carefully he brushed a dry finger over my eyelid and down my cheek. He continued a trail down the side of my neck, lingering at the collar of my tank top, which had been exposed during out massive shaving cream fight. I squirmed under his touch, wishing he would stop, and at the same time wanting more.

"You look so hot right now." Matt told me, pulling me against his body so the shaving cream on our two bodies smooshed together with a satisfying squelch. After glancing behind me quickly to see if we were at least half hidden by the big suit of armor I kissed Matt hard on the lips and pushed him gently against the wall. His tongue explored my mouth as his hands roamed the rest of my body. I wanted him so very bad and wherever he touched me I felt warm and tingly. My knees got weak and it was all I could do to remain standing. I deepened our kiss and slipped my hands inside his shaving cream soaked robes, lingering on his belt buckle. I pressed my body tightly against his, letting him feel the outline of my breasts on his chest. As we continued to kiss, I felt him growing harder.

"How 'bout that broom closet quickie, baby?" I asked huskily. His breath quickened as I lightly caressed the tender skin under his jawbone with my lips, and he pulled me closer into his body.

"I'm all for it." He replied, grinning and wiping a bit of shaving cream off my nose.

Well, that's my attempt at a fanfic! Tell me what you think… I suppose I could write more, but only if you want it!