Note: No names have been used in this cos it doesn't really have to be about any two particular characters, although I did have two in mind. Who they are is at the end of the story. This is a repost cos I forgot to add this in before
Disclaimer: I, unfortunately don't own these characters, they belong to J K Rowling, although I wish I did, cos that would just be sooo cool, and I'd be worth heaps.

Enjoy!




The Warm-Up


She hungrily watched as he changed into his robes and smiled when she saw that the mark she'd given him was still there. It was her mark, and he was hers.
He turned around abruptly, as if he's felt her gaze and blushed deeply when he saw it was her. He turned back swiftly and finished getting changed.

"Do you want some help with those robes?"
He jumped as he heard her voice right by his ear, and she tried not to laugh.
He nodded, as though he was afraid to speak, and she wrapped her arms around his chest, pretending to straighten his robes, enjoying the sensation of the silky material as she slid her hands lower and lower until she could just make out, through the fabric what she was doing to him.

"We can't have you playing like that now can we?" Her voice was taunting and he spun around, breaking free from her grasp.
He looked at her for a moment and grinned.
Pulling her suddenly into his arms, he kissed her long and hard.
He broke the kiss abruptly, leaving her wanting more, like he always did.

"I guess you'll have to help me rectify the situation." His smile was slow and lazy as he tried to catch his breath.
She nodded, her eyes on his mouth, wanting another kiss.

"Good." He kissed her again, opening her lips with his tongue and she moaned as it playfully tickled the roof of her mouth.
She pushed him back against the wall and slipped her hands underneath his robes. He groaned into her mouth as her hands slid up his bare chest.
Their kiss broke as he gasped for air and she did the same. They stared into each other's eyes, not wanting to break the spell that they'd cast over each other.

"The rest of the team'll be in here soon wondering where we are y'know."
She nodded reluctantly and slowly withdrew her hands from his robes.
"Later?' she asked softly, as if afraid that he'd say no.
He smiled at her and gently caressed her cheek.
"Of course."
He leant down and kissed away any trace of doubt she'd had.
"I'm ours remember?"
She looked up at him, grinning broadly.
"How could I forget?" and she kissed him passionately, a promise of what was to come later.

"I'd better go, and uh yeah." He blushed, somewhat embarrassed.
She giggled softly and gave him a quick kiss. "I wish I could help."
The she ran out of the changing shed with her broom.
He sighed softly to himself, "I love you." and finished preparing for the match, eagerly anticipating later.

The End








Fred and Angelina.