So Much Can Happen (in one summer day)
Disclaimer: Not mine, except for "Slyther-gits".
PS: This One is WAYYYY long! That means I deserve a review! Right? I am fairly new at this game...so be nice to a widdle ole me, kay? Wow, that reminded me of tweety bird.
Chapter 2- A Boob to the Mouth
Walking down a public intersection, in our bikini hotness, we naturally got a few wolf-whistles and cat-calls. But, with our different personalities, we responded differently.
I gave my one-finger salute; Angelina blushed furiously and looked away; and Alicia cussed them out so nastily, cursing their mothers for bearing them, several of them walked up to us.
Me and Alicia actually had bite to our bark, so we sandwiched a shy Angelina in between us and kept on walking calmly toward our deserted alley that we used as an apparation point.
The creepy guys kept on walking behind us, and one actually had the nerve to smack my ass.
I gasped, turned around quickly, and socked the guy in the face so hard he was whimpering for his mother while he fell to the concrete. I smirked while Angelina looked in shock.
Those guys left us alone after that.
After reaching our designated apparation point, a secluded spot behind a dumpster shielded from the street, we grabbed each other's hands while Angelina, the most focused of us all, calmly side-along apparated us to Fred and George's flat.
We appeared in their wizarding apartment complex, right in front of their welcome mat.
All of us knew from past experiences to never apparate on their mat. Angelina slipped up once and got bushy eyebrows and braided armpit hair that came out of her sleeves. It took forever to pluck all of those out.
Fred has never been the same after Angelina came after him. I think he still has teeth marks.
So, Alicia knocked on their door, leaning over the mat in order to avoid it, and gossiped about such and such until George, in his board shorts and a t-shirt, opened it.
"Alicia-Poo!" He exclaimed without shame.
But then, when was a Weasley twin ashamed about anything?
"Sweetie-Cheeks!" She replied with doubled enthusiam.
Fred popped up next to him in the same garb and said, "Ready to go? We're supposed to meet Oliver at the beach."
"Yuppity yup yup!" I grinned toothily. I could barely contain my excitement, because I was going to see Oliver!
Apparently my happiness was contagious, and everyone else got infected with my happy virus.
Smiles on our faces, Fred and George stepped out (avoiding the mat) and linked arms with us.
"Newport Beach, here we go," Angelina remarked before we were whisked away.
CRACK! We popped up in a deserted alley.
I breathed in deeply. I could taste the salty air from here.
The Weasely twins entertaining us with their favorite type of jokes—the inappropiate ones, while we were walking up to the beach.
Angelina and I were scanning the beach, looking for Oliver (George and Alicia were lip-locking and walking—is that even possible?) and Fred kept on looking wistfully between the kissing couple and Angelina.
Angelina spotted my Ollie first.
"OOH! There's Oliver!" I spotted him right after she did.
He was about a hundred yards away from us; Wearing a T-shirt and board shorts, sitting on a blue and white Puddlemere towel and staring out to the beach, drumming his fingers on the sand. Damn, he's looking fine, even from behind. (AN: AHAHA I rhymed!) Wait, why am I thinking this? He's my best friend!
I squashed those naughty thoughts as Alicia and George broke apart. They were looking sheepish, with lipstick smeared on George's face and Alicia's face a little wet with saliva. I was uncertain whether it was George's, hers, or a mixture of both. (AN/ Eeewww, I know. But...I wanted reviews, and how else am I going to ge t them if I don't gross you out a little? Haha Just Kidding, but honestly. I don't have any reviews!)
Fred and George looked at each other and nodded. Me, Alicia, and Ange looked at them quizzically. What?
We started to get a bit scared until they whispered their evil plan to us. Identical evil grins spread over all of our faces.
This plan totally doubled all ill will I had against Oliver for giving us dawn practices. It totally didn't excuse his quidditch behavior.
This was it.
It was time.
We were going...for payback.
All those times we won games against those slimy Slyther-gits (AN/ Yeah! I made up a word!) That rush I got after getting a shot past Oliver. When we won the Quidditch cup. Nothing matched the exhilarating feeling I got when I snuck up behind Oliver.
I was barefoot, so my footsteps were muffled by the sand.
I put his hands over his eyes as Fred and George leapt in from the sides and pinned his arms and his legs down. He gave a muffled sort of yelp before Angelina clamped her hand over his mouth.
With Alicia supporting his legs, we dragged Puddlemere's star keeper over to a patch of sand not occupied by a towel and...
"I wanna do his groin!" Alicia shrieked.
We looked at her in shock. None of us were supposed to talk, and George was looking particularly jealous. Leave it to Alicia to say something that her boyfriend, being a master of sexual innuendos, would hear.
She understood. "No...ah...I didn't mean it that way! I just wanted to get back at him for those frucking dawn practices!"
Alicia had the foulest mouth in our group. Besides me ,of course.
The twins were still holding him down as Alicia kicked sand in between his legs. I noticed she hit is groin on "accident" with her foot rather hard. Oliver's hands clenched.
Angelina uncovered his mouth and I hurried to cover his mouth with one hand and his eyes with the other. "I hate you for making me swim in the lake! That was torture! Do you know there was an audience?" With that she kicked sand on his groin too, and also on his torso. His blue t-shirt was getting sandy.
Fred stood up, brushed himself off, and loudly proclaimed, "And this is for forbidding us for getting detention!" I raised my eyebrows. "Not that we listened anyway," He added as an afterthought. I could feel Oliver nodding his head in a i-knew-it-would-never-happen way.
Fred switched spots with George and George stood up. "This is for forbidding inter-team dating!" He kicked sand on both his legs and on his neck.
He motioned to me, and I lifted the hand that was covering his eyes long enough so he could see George give Alicia a quick kiss. I could feel Oliver gritting his teeth underneath my hand.
Everyone except for me started getting sand and putting it on him, effectively burying him.
No matter how much I wanted to, I didn't join in. He didn't know who was covering his eyes, and I hadn't talked, so my identity was still a secret. I was saving my surprise until after he couldn't move.
14 MINUTES LATER
I nearly laughed out loud.
Oliver Wood.
Manly Oliver Wood.
Mr. Manly Oliver Wood was buried in the sand, with a mermaid tail and breasts.
Yes, breasts.
The twins' artful hands quickly sculpted a tail from the sand, but it was my idea to give him breasts. I just pointed to my own.
George made two balls of wet sand and plopped them on to his imaginary chest. Angelina added nipples.
After Oliver was breasted and nippled, everyone nodded to me, and I quickly drew my hands back and skipped backward out of his peripheral vision.
Oliver glared up at them and they cowered. He was cussing them out.
However, we had trapped his arms underneath all that sand so he couldn't act on his death glare.
After a few seconds of words I shouldn't have heard until I opened a sex toy shop, I lightly sauntered over to Oliver and stood on top of his mermaid stomach.
The sun was hot so I had taken off my flowered sarong. I squished some sand between my toes. Ooops, there went his bellybutton. He stopped cursing and looked up at me and all my feminine glory, open-mouthed.
I sighed. Chests were the first thing a boy noticed.
Now for my final act.
I smiled sweetly, and said, "And this is for making me diet."
With that, I kicked his left boob right into his gaping mouth.
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