Sunday

Melissa Potter was the estranged twin of James Potter, the infamous marauder. The pair were certainly fraternal. Despite James having messy black hair, hazel eyes and pale skin, Melissa couldn't have looked more different. She had deep brown hair, although its darkness was often mistaken for black. It hung past her breasts in lustrous waves, and Melissa often found herself running her hand through it. Her eyes were grey blue and had a sort of crystal look to them. Her skinned was golden coloured and her body was slim and toned. James had their father's eyes and looks, but their mothers hair. Melissa had her father's hair and mothers eyes and looks. Their personalities were still quite similar, in the way that they loved to prank and had a knack for mischief, but Melissa was a lot more promiscuous.

While James had been pining after the same girl since his first year, Melissa didn't have a real love interest, just attractions. She didn't even know that he had a love interest—the pair had not spoken since they got accepted into different schools. James attended Hogwarts and Melissa attended a school in Bulgaria called Dashkovs Academy for Girls. It was the fourth largest school in Europe. The twins had held some minor contact through school with letters, but they eventually just stopped sending them, and Melissa wasn't home much in the holidays. If they spoke, it was usually just a brief 'hello' or 'how are you? They barely conversed at the dinner table and neither of them knew what the other done.

She had never met any of James' friends, much less know that they were joined at the hip, and his friends didn't know about her. She was a secret, and mainly for the fact that James couldn't be bothered explaining their complicated and distant relationship. They could hardly be considered twins; more like distant third cousins. The marauders had never noticed the pictures she was in, usually just assuming her to be a random relative, and her bedroom was always locked and off-limits to everyone.

While James had Sirius, Remus and Peter, Melissa had Cynthia, Kat and Sabrina, all born in England and moved to Bulgaria when they were young. They only spoke Bulgarian, although Melissa had taught them a word or two, but just greetings like hello and goodbye. Her three friends were not pranksters, not in the slightest, but they were addicted to quidditch, except Sabrina, who wouldn't risk mussing her hair.

James was a chaser, so was Cynthia. Remus was a keeper, so was Kat. Sirius was a beater, so was Melissa. Both James and Melissa were the captains of their quidditch teams, and certainly not ones to go easy on them.

The twins sixth year at their separate schools had come and almost passed. On the second last week James received a letter from Melissa, the twin he never spoke to.

The marauders sat in their usual spot in the middle of the Gryffindor table, right in the middle, just finishing stuffing their faces full of dessert. A single owl flew in, which caused a few heads to turn in confusion, but everyone ignored it when they saw it land in front of James, suspecting that it was probably just a letter from his parents, scolding him for pulling a prank… again. It dropped the letter and flew off after James gave it something to eat.

James frowned at the letter, "Who the hell is this from?" He asked aloud.

"Open it, idiot." Sirius said from his spot next to him. Remus and Peter sat on the opposite side of the table, both looking at James curiously. James picked it up and opened it, looking at the handwriting with a slightly frantic look. It was addressed to Jamie. Only Melissa called him that. Ever. And her certainly never liked it.

James (AKA Jamie—even though I know you hate it)

Be prepared for a surprise next week on Sunday. I know you will probably freak out when you see what it is. I'm not going to tell you what the surprise is because that defeats the purpose. Don't even tell anyone that there is going to be a surprise because I'm not even supposed to be saying anything. I don't want you spoiling anything for anyone. Just know that I played no part in organising anything what-so-ever. It was out of my hands. Be prepared to keep your secret if you want. You don't have to tell your friends, but mine already know. Don't pull your hair out trying to figure out what's going on.

Lissa.

P.S. My friends only speak Bulgarian so unless you know someone else who can, nothing will be blabbed. Don't tell the teachers I told you either. I've had enough detentions this year.

James frowned curiously as he put the letter down. James had not received a letter from her since their first year, and even then they stopped sending halfway through.

"It's been years since we've wrote to each other…" James mumbled. Whatever was going on must have been important and interesting.

"Who the hell is Lissa?" Sirius asked, peering at the name on the letter and hopefully not reading anything else. James folded the letter up hastily.

"Uh, an old friend." He replied quickly.

"You haven't wrote to each other in years? Why now?" Remus asked, clueless. He had no idea who this Lissa was.

"We see each other during the breaks sometimes but we don't even speak to each other. We used to be best friends." James mumbled, slightly torn, "You guys wouldn't happen to speak Bulgarian, would you?" James asked suddenly.

"No." Peter laughed.

"Why would we?" Remus asked.

"Blab what?" Sirius asked, recalling part of the letter before James had folded it up.. James ignored the question and began to think about what could possibly be so big that his twin would actually write him to inform him of it? He didn't have the faintest clue.

It had been a week—a painfully long and suspenseful week. Today the students were confined indoors after five o'clock (on a Sunday) and no one knew why. The marauders had attempted to sneak out, but without the invisibility cloak it was impossible—he left it in his dorm when Dumbledore announced that for the remainder of the evening they were confined indoors, and the marauders had been outside. They were forced to stay in the great hall, walk around, or to the library.

Melissa sat in a large cabin on a boat that had just resurfaced the water. She had known what was happening—a quidditch match between Hogwarts and Dashkovs. Inside the boat was the quidditch team and a few of the teams' friends. The team was the winner of the final quidditch match at Dashkovs, the Olympians. Their colours were white and gold. Their values were confidence, courage, and cooperation. Their symbol was a golden wolf on a white banner.

All the girls began exclaiming Bulgarian words of excitement. They had been waiting weeks for this day, the day they would arrive at Hogwarts. The boat had docked, and a tall man, who Melissa knew was half-giant, greeted them and their headmistress who had decided to come with them. Headmistress Kimara Darcoma. She was a rugged looking woman wild curly black hair, deep brown eyes, pale skin and red lips. Her figure was tall and toned. She greeted the man, who everyone learned his name as Hagrid.

The Headmistress spoke English which was good, only her and Melissa did, but Melissa would be forced to do some translations for her school's students. They entered the castle and everyone gawked at its magnificence. Their castle looked more rugged and menacing than this—this one was warm and welcoming, but had an eerie vibe to it.

"Remember your routine. We enter on annunciation." Kimara said in Bulgarian. All girls nodded and walked in position, Melissa and Cynthia in the back row, ready to give them a show. Inside the great hall, dinner was postponed and students sat silently in their seats as Dumbledore silenced them with a hand.

"This year, we have an end of the year surprise for you." Dumbledore said, eyeing James with a twinkle in his eye, "We will be hosting a quidditch match against another school." He claimed proudly and everyone broke out into chatter. James gasped.

"That's why Lissa sent the letter!" He said to himself. Before he could say anything more, Dumbledore began speaking again.

"Join me in welcoming Dashkovs Academy for Girls and their Headmistress Kimara Darcoma." The doors to the great hall burst open and in came a large group of girls, clad in brown, red and black, just like Durmstrang.

They all wore dark brown pants that loosely clung to their legs, black boots that went just above their shins, a black button up shirt that was covered by bright red overcoats, clinging to their curves and hanging just to their upper thighs, wearing black belts around their slim waists, and capes on their left shoulder with fur around the part closer to their necks. They were certainly a sight. The only clarification that they were in a particular house was the white and gold wolf crest on the belts.

Now James understood—he understood why she sent the letter and said the things that she said. She was definitely warning him before hand, giving him a precursor of what was to come, and to prepare to keep his secret if he wished.

Every student gawked, their jaws going to the floor as the girls simultaneously stepped forward, the two girls in the front each holding a silver staff with the wolf crest on top and the Olympians house colours.

The girls holding the staffs ran a head and stood four metres a part at the base of the 'stage' that Dumbledore and his colleagues stood and sat at. Two by two, the girls dashed a head, doing hand springs, cartwheels and all kinds of tricks a head. All but the last two, who waited behind.

Lissa, James thought.

The two girls stopped walking and each brought a hand to their mouth like they were holding a pipe and were about to blow through it. The blew into their hands, removing them as serpents made of flames left their mouths and dashed up a head, making people gasp and some even squeal. James went wide eyed. He didn't know his sister was capable of such things—but then again he didn't know anything about her anymore.

Melissa and Cynthia immediately began blowing fire over the tables next to them, aiming them well above their heads so they wouldn't burn. James almost yelled questions at Melissa when she breathed fire over him, but he held himself back, and she smiled as much as she could while breathing fire at him. They ran towards the front, Melissa and Cynthia facing each other and kneeling down, blowing and X shape with fire until it recrossed over and formed the Olympians wolf. The two girls stood proudly and everyone bowed from the school. The great hall burst out into cheers and claps.

"Woo!" Sirius cheered and clapped, then whistling loudly to them, "Amazing. I didn't know people could breathe fire like that." Sirius gaped, mesmerised.

"Thank you, thank you." Dumbledore silenced everyone as the Dashkovs students stood off to the side, "Now, I would like to announce the name of the house you will be versing, Gryffindor vs Olympians!" Dumbledore declared. Melissa smiled madly and eyed James. James scowled, he didn't want to verse his sister—he didn't even know she played!

James stood up from his seat, "But they're girls!" James announced. The Dashkovs students looked confused at what he'd said—except Melissa, she glared at him.

"This one's obviously not a Ravenclaw." Daniella said loudly. James scowled at her and sat back down as laughter rung throughout the hall. Even Dumbledore put in a chuckle.

"Thank you, Melissa." Dumbledore smiled.

"Call me Lissa." She smiled. Sirius went wide eyed.

"What?" Sirius hissed at James, "Is this the Lissa you were writing to?"

"As I was saying, you will be playing a regular game of quidditch, and times have been booked for practice. The game takes place on Thursday, and the Olympians will be staying for a further few days." He announced and students burst out into cheers, clapping madly. James looked back at Melissa who had just finished translating for them.

"James! Answer." Sirius demanded, addressing him by his first name to show his seriousness.

James nodded, "Yeah. We used to be friends…" Sirius smirked, looking over at her,

"She's hot. Introduce me?" Sirius asked. James glared coldly at him.

"No! For the love of god she's—" James was about to let his secret slip, but someone interrupted.

"James! Wonderful to see you." Who else would interrupt but Melissa herself, flanked by Cynthia and Kat, with Sabrina standing next to Kat. Sirius turned and smirked at her, "Lissa, and you are?" She asked.

"Sirius Black, this is Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew. Pleasure to make your acquaintance." She took her hand and kissed it gently.

"Oh yes, everyone is pleasured when they meet me." She leaned down to him, "If you catch my drift." She winked. James huffed as she stood straight.

"Melissa, why didn't you tell me?" He glared.

"Jamie," She teased, "I warned you. I couldn't tell because it was a surprise, dumb ass. It's not like I played part in organising it." She defended herself.

"Don't call me Jamie, Melissa."

"Jamie." She taunted.

"Melissa." He warned.

"Jamie."

"Melissa." He growled.

"Jamie." She sang.

"Lissa." He warned.

"James." She squeaked.

"You're annoying me."

"Good. That was the point." She teased, whereas her friends just looked confused. They began speaking in tongues that the boys could not understand. Melissa shook her head at them and laughed, answering them in the same tongue. The three girls lips formed and o as they realised something.

"How do you know James?" Remus asked, narrowing his eyes at Melissa.

"Childhood friends, but we haven't spoken in ages." She brushed it off, "Oh well. All that matters is that I am here to annoy you, James, until I leave again." She smiled evilly, directing it at James, "By the way, there is a really pretty redhead looking your way and she looks interested—oh wait, no, she's coming over here." James suddenly looked around for her, seeing Lily rushing over to them.

"Don't you dare embarrass me—" James began sternly.

"Love interest?" Melissa asked Sirius, who nodded.

"He's obsessed, infatuated, madly, unconditionally and very one-sidedly in love." Sirius replied.

"Hey, Evans, go on a date—" James began.

"Shut it, Potter!" Lily replied, making Melissa laugh at him.

"Oh I like you." She said to Lily, grinning, "Melissa, but please call me Lissa." She held out her hand and Lily shook it.

"Lily Evans, prefect, pleasure." She smiled, and before she could say anything else Melissa spoke.

"You have really pretty hair." She complimented and Lily blushed, "I can see why James likes you." She smiled brightly. Lily looked like she was about to cut James' head off as Melissa spoke, before she quickly made amends, "Lily, he's actually not that bad. He may be a bit of a prat, but underneath it he's nice." She said sincerely. Lily found it hard to believe, but Melissa looked so sincere, "You should give him a chance, I can see other girls ogling him…" Melissa added, quickly glancing at Kat, Sabrina and Cynthia who were gazing longingly at James. Melissa quickly snapped something in Bulgarian to them. Everyone flinched. Cynthia, Sabrina and Kat raised their hands in surrender and go back to the front of the hall. The words sounded harsh, everyone could tell that even if they didn't know the language. She smiled and leaned in to whisper something to Lily, "He's all yours." She said teasingly, giggling before she sat down in between James and Sirius.

"Can't you go away?" James groaned, for once not trying to capture Lily's attention.

Melissa laughed at him like he was the stupidest person on Earth, "No! While I am here, I will take pride in making sure I'm annoying you or making you feel , I rather think your friend Sirius likes me." She smiled innocently, slightly jerking her head towards a smirking Sirius while Lily looked baffled. James scowled at her, "Sorry, were my words too complicated for you? I may have to dumb it down—"

"Melissa!" He groaned in annoyance.

"Jamie." She retorted.

"Lissa," He corrected, "what do you want?" He asked grudgingly.

"Fun." She answered simply, "If you had talked to me in the past at all you'd know that I can't go a day without having fun. I love pranks, I love annoying you, and I love being the student that can get away with anything." She smiled and Sirius' jaw dropped.

"Oh my god, James! She's perfection!" Sirius breathed.

"Thank you." Melissa replied smugly. James glared at her.

"Never had I ever thought you'd piss me off so much in five minutes." James scowled.

"Admit it, James; you actually missed me. And don't worry, I'll be staying with Kat over the break so I won't embarrass you." She said. A flicker of hurt crossed over her face before she covered it with a smile. James suddenly felt bad for being like that to his twin. He never saw her, and when he did they never spoke. He didn't even know she played quidditch until today.

"What position do you play in quidditch?" James asked. Melissa's face brightened as Lily rolled her eyes.

"Beater." She smirked, "What do you play?"

"Chaser." He answered, "How are you a beater? You don't have the build for that." James criticised. Melissa began muttering profanities in Bulgarian, glaring at James.

"Just for that, I'm going to hit you with a bludger." Melissa promised sincerely as Lily laughed.

"I wish you went to Hogwarts. I have a feeling we would get along famously." Lily said.

"Perhaps I should invite you over to my house sometime." Melissa suggested, giving a subtle glance to James who brightened up, "You can get acquainted with my family. And my twin. You'd love him." James almost hugged his sister.

"What's he like?" Lily asked. James looked like kid on Christmas morning by this point.

She took a quick glance at James, being subtle so Lily didn't notice, "Dark hair, hazel eyes, kind of pale, decent body build. Bit of a git sometimes," James scowled, "but otherwise nice. He's very caring towards people he likes and he's funny too." She said. James now wanted to awe at her. She was an angel.

"He sounds cute." Lily squeaked.

"Oh merlin!" James yelled, grinning.

"Shut it, James. No need to get jealous." Melissa said pointedly, giving him a look. James understood and his face went grumpy.

"It was nice meeting you Lissa. We'll talk soon." Lily said enthusiastically, "Bye." She smiled and left.

James immediately turned to his sister, grinning manically, "Have I ever told you how amazing you are?"

"No, I don't believe you have." Melissa replied smartly.

"Well you are! You're fantastic!" James exclaimed. Melissa smiled and stood up, looking over at her headmistress, who was calling her over.

"I need to go, James. I am wanted with the Olympians and my headmistress." She said, about to walk away, but James grabbed her wrist and stood, pulling her in a hug. Melissa unsurely hugged back, but smiled.

"I've missed you, Lissa." He said softly.

"Missed you too, James." She replied. People stared at them—gawked, more like it. Nobody had a single clue as to what was going on between famous Hogwarts Marauder and some random girl from out of country. They pulled a part and Melissa left, heading off to her headmistress. James sat back down, smiling as he turned to his friends, their mouths agape.

"What?" James asked, clueless.

"Who is she?" Peter asked, "She's so hot—"

"Shut it Wormtail!" James warned, "She's basically my sister." James said, feeling slightly guilty because his friends didn't know the truth in that statement.

"Come to think of it, you two do argue like brother and sister." Remus chuckled, "And she is quite pretty." Remus said, deliberately trying to irritate James. It was certainly working; James' face was red with anger.

"Moony, I swear—" James began.

"Merlin, she's fit. And a beater too. It'll be interesting to see how his match turns out." Sirius smirked, watching Melissa strut down the hall.

"If you don't all shut up right now I'm going to strangle you all."

Melissa had spoken to her headmistress, who had told her of the sleeping arrangements—half the team was sharing with the Gryffindor tower, the other half with the Hufflepuff house. Melissa had begged her to be put into Gryffindor, and it appeared it worked because she was going there instead of Hufflepuff—where she was originally intended to go. She wouldn't have Cynthia or Kat or Sabrina with her but she had other friends—Cersei for example. They were fairly close. She was the other beater on the team. Before going to Gryffindor common room, Melissa asked Cersei if she could speak English, or even understand it. She couldn't, which she was grateful for. Cersei also knew about Melissa being related to James, she just didn't know who James was.

The Hogwarts students had long since left to go to their common rooms and dorms, but Remus had stayed behind because he was the prefect told to take the Dashkovs students to Gryffindor tower.

"Remus, back again so soon? It seems you missed my company." Melissa teased as the group was handed over to Remus' care to lead them to the tower.

Remus blushed slightly, "I was told to take you to Gryffindor tower." Melissa chuckled and said something in Bulgarian, causing all girls to form two even groups. The Gryffindor group formed two neat lines and were silent, whereas the Hufflepuff group was loud and boisterous. Cynthia was trying to get their attention but to no avail. Even the prefect couldn't shut them up.

Melissa shook her head, roaring something in Bulgarian, a smirk on her face and all of the girls shut up, forming two straight lines.

"Impressive." Remus complimented.

"Thank you. I like control." She said matter-of-factly, "Lead us, oh mighty Prefect." She said with a thick English accent. Remus rolled his eyes and led them down a series of halls and up many flights of stairs while the girls spoke in Bulgarian.

"Please hand me your jacket, Lissa. I'm cold." Cersei begged, trying to pry off Melissa's jacket from behind her, undoing her belt. Remus looked at Melissa in confusion, slightly uncomfortable because it seemed to be an erotic thing; Cersei was practically hugging Melissa from behind while trying to undo her belt.

"You're always cold, Cersei." Melissa complained in Bulgarian. Cersei's face turned seductive.

"Not when you're in bed with me." Cersei said, biting down on her lip sexily. Remus went wide eyed. Even though he had no idea what she had just said, he could tell it was dirty. Melissa smirked at her.

"Nobody is cold in my bed." All of the girls giggled, blushing. They had all made out with Melissa at some point, some had even slept with her, but Melissa was always kind in bed.

"What are you talking about?" Remus narrowed his eyes at her. She turned to him, pulling off her belt and her jacket but wrapping the belt back around her slim waist and the black long sleeved shirt that she was wearing.

"Just about people never being cold in my bed." She whispered casually. Remus blushed and looked away, "What's the matter?" She asked.

Remus rubbed the back of his neck, "Just a little awkward for me…"

"Awkward? It's not awkward for any of the girls and I've made out with every single one of them." She said, "How many girls have you made out with? Just curious." She added.

"… None. I don't kiss people." He answered, not making eye contact and waiting for her to laugh at him. She didn't.

"Really? Why not?"

"Who would want to kiss me? Look at me." Remus said, making eye contact. She stared blankly at him.

"I'm looking. I don't see anything wrong with you." She answered honestly, "A few scars doesn't make you unattractive. You are attractive. You freaking adorable." She insisted. Remus blushed again, "And the blushing is cute too." She added, "Why haven't you kissed anyone?" She asked as they arrived at the tower. Remus said the password and everyone went inside, save for Remus and Melissa, who stayed behind to talk.

"I'm pretty sure girls don't like me in that way… only as a study partner."

"I doubt that. I guarantee you that there is a girl who thinks you're cute, or hot, or handsome, or sexy—or attractive somehow. There's probably quite a few, actually. I think you're cute and all that jazz." Remus felt a surge of confidence. It felt good coming from her, mainly because it was just her, probably because she seemed like the person who wouldn't lie to spare people's feelings. But it vanished quickly when he realised something.

"Doesn't matter. I don't even know how to kiss a girl…" He admitted sheepishly.

"I could always teach you." Melissa said casually, "I'm good at this sort of thing." Remus stared at her, wide eyed, unsure of how to answer, "It's okay if you don't want to. Just tell me if you do want to learn; because I am more than willing to teach." She winked at him. She said the password and walked in, Remus following shyly behind her.

"Lissa!" James yelled, smiling, "Come and sit with us!" She shrugged and walked over, sitting in an armchair next to the couch that the marauders were now all seated on as Remus joined them. As soon as Melissa sat, Cersei jumped over and sat on her lap, wearing her jacket over her own.

"Can you guys believe she stole my jacket?" She asked, "I think you just like wearing my clothes." She said to Cersei, who giggled.

"What can I say? I miss waking up in your bed wearing your clothes. I miss two people sharing a dorm—mainly us sharing a dorm." Cersei smirked, "It's hard to get privacy when you share dorms with your friends." Melissa rolled her eyes, wrapping her arms around Cersei's waist. The two girls weren't dating, Melissa was just well acquainted with all of the girls. James stared in confusion.

"Lissa, are you… lesbian?" He asked, baffled. He wasn't homophobic, but the idea of his sister not liking men was strange to him after seeing how she was around Sirius.

"No. I'm bisexual." She smiled, "I get men and women. More options for me."

"Hot." Sirius said. Melissa winked at Sirius. Cersei began speaking in Bulgarian to her.

"Which is James?" She asked, twirling her hair. She was very pretty with honey blonde hair that hung down her back, green eyes, long lashes, plump red lips, and an hourglass figure.

"James." She pointed to him, "Off limits." She declared, "But you can have the other three." She said. Cersei rolled her eyes, slyly rubbing into Melissa's crotch with her ass.

"For tonight, I just want you." She whispered. That was all Melissa needed to hear. She pushed Cersei off her and looked for Lily, the other prefect she had met.

"Lily!" She yelled happily, walking over to her and dragging Cersei with her, "Might I ask where our room is? And if we'll be sharing with Hogwarts students." She hoped the answer to the last one was no. She wanted Cersei, and she wanted her now. She could feel her wetness beginning to pool at the thought of it.

Lily smiled sweetly, "Sure, I'll show you." She led them upstairs and Cersei subtly groped Melissa's plump ass, "Your luggage has already been delivered and I know people from your school get separate dorms." She said.

They came to a door, all the way at the end, and only Melissa and Cersei were sleeping there.

"Thanks, Lily. You're a doll." Melissa complimented.

"You're welcome. Good night." Lily said sweetly, taking her leave back down to the common room. Both girls waited until she was out of sight before Melissa pushed the door open and dragged Cersei inside, Cersei slamming the door behind her, biting her lip. Melissa captured her lips with hers, pressing her against the door as her left hand snaked down Cersei's waist and in between her legs. Cersei moaned into Melissa's mouth as her hand rubbed up against her moist centre, and she bucked her hips, begging for more friction.

"Patience, Cersei." She cooed into her ear. Cersei rubbed Melissa's ass.

"But I want you. Now." She growled, moving her hands and unbuttoning Melissa's shirt, exposing her c-cup breasts in a black lace bra, "I love it when you wear lace." Melissa tore her jacket from Cersei's body, followed by her own and then threw them to the ground, moving on to Cersei's shirt.

Cersei was a well-endowed girl—d-cup breasts, plump ass, hour glass figure, even her voice gave off the sound of sexiness. Cersei knew this, and she knew that she could have just about anyone she wanted. But right now, all she wanted was for Melissa to fuck her, to fuck her like the slut she was and make her cry out in pleasure.

Melissa pulled off her shirt and pants and boots, revealing black lace underwear. Cersei smirked and bit her lip anxiously, her wetness pooling at the sight of Melissa. Cersei quickly pulled off her shirt and pants and boots, revealing her white lace underwear.

Neither girls wanted to waste time, both pulling off their underwear and bras, throwing them across the room as Melissa thrust two fingers inside Cersei' warm centre, making her moan. Melissa began kissing and sucking on Cersei's neck, and Cersei wrapped her arms around Melissa's neck, tangling her hands in Melissa's hair.

Melissa continued thrusting her digits into Cersei's pussy, Cersei's back arching in pleasure, her hips bucking to meet Melissa's thrusts. Melissa moved her free hand to Cersei's breast, fondling it gently.

"Fuck, Lissa!" She hissed loudly. Melissa trust her fingers in quicker, pinching her nipple and squeezing her breast, "Oh! Yes!" Cersei hissed, feeling herself near the edge. Melissa removed her fingers, teasing her by putting them in her mouth and licking them clean. She pulled Cersei over to the bed, sitting her down and spreading her legs so she could eat her out. Melissa licked up her wet slit, making Cersei throw her head back in pleasure. She flicked Cersei's clit with her tongue and pumped in three fingers, making Cersei fist the bed sheets. Melissa moved her free hand down in between her own legs, rubbing her clit and moaning into Cersei's pussy. She licked faster, wanting to taste more of Cersei's bitter-sweet juices.

Cersei moved her hands and tangled them in Melissa's hair, thrusting her hips up. She was so close. So damn close. Her muscles tightened, her hands pulled at Melissa's hair, her pussy quivered, and she came. Her juices flooding out of her pussy as she moaned and squealed loudly. Melissa proceeded to lick her pussy clean before pushing her further on the bed, separating her legs and tangling them with her own as she pressed her pussy against hers. They were tribbing roughly, loudly, as their pussies rubbed against one another. Their juices mixed and their clits pushed against one another, creating an orchestra of moans and groans.

"Lissa, fuck me! Faster!" Cersei demanded through moans. Melissa was all too happy to comply, going at Cersei's pussy quicker to make her cum again. Melissa moaned loudly, feeling Cersei's orgasm approaching, picking up her pace. Cersei squeezed her breasts and threw back her head, almost there.

Melissa and Cersei came together, their juices mixing, their bodies twitching, and their moans satisfying. Melissa captured Cersei in a kiss as both girls rode out their orgasms before Cersei fell to the bed.

"Fuck, Lissa." She moaned. She then pulled her covers on her body, quickly falling asleep. Melissa smirked. She loved having that effect on people. She always made sure they were well taken care of and tired after being with her, but she was usually left horny because she wanted to satisfy her lover first.

She slipped on some pyjamas and went to sleep, ignoring the tingling in between her legs. She would find someone to satisfy herself eventually.

(A.N. Sorry that there's OCxOC here. Less in future and more marauders.) My planned pairings are: LissaXSirius LissaXRemus LissaXJames and LissaXLily.

Please let me know if there are any particular pairings you want or don't like, but please don't bite my head off if you don't like it.