Az was a pale pixie girl, resembling a character from a fairly famous muggle movie, a girl named Alice. She was a raven girl. And though she was petite and beautiful, she only had eyes for Oliver Wood.

Today she heard about Gryffindors new beater, Harry Potter. She'd heard his famous tale many times, who hadn't? He was quite a cute little child, but the sight of Oliver in his turtle neck was one that made her already watering mouth almost overflow.

She helped drag the box containing the Quidditch equipment. She released the Bludger and stood beside Oliver watching Harry's little show. After they packed the equipment, Harry was sent off to find his friends. Az went with Oliver to return the equipment.

"What the bloody hell is wrong?" Oliver said in his sexy accent, hitting the R's hard. He turned and plopped onto the box they had just returned. He stared at her with an eyebrow raised like he was interested but daring her to say something.

"Huh?" She said, having been focused on the way his sweater hugged him oh so nicely, and not on the words his mouth were letting out.

"You've been staring at me all day, I'd like to know what's gotten in your knickers." She giggled at that and leaned in for a kiss, the sides of their noses bumped a little. He sat back on the box, spreading his legs wider, at the same time Az rocked back on her heels lightly before almost diving back to Oliver. She put her hands on his shoulders, he was using his arms to hold himself up.

He worked his mouth against hers. She naturally just followed as his mouth moved, they never really used tongue. But slowly she got closer and closer to Oliver, almost pressing against him. She had just placed her knee on the box he was sitting on when the door to the supply room opened and three Slytherins walked in.

Caught red-handed.

Damn it all.

"That's just like a common Gryffindor hussie!" The sneered and giggled. They ran away spreading their new found gossip.

Az, who was in the same position she'd been caught in, pressed her forehead to Oliver's and sighed, a disappointed sound.

"Is the mood ruined?" Oliver asked sadly.

"Totally."

"Damn."

Christmas Break

She sat above him. More so on him, just below his crotch, not touching it. He was so cute in his sleep. He was so cute awake. Az leaned down, stretching to plant a little smooch on his chin. He grumbled when her hair brushed his face and opened his eyes. She wore a santa hat, its white fluff the exact opposite to her spiky black hair. He looked around his dorm quickly to find that noone else was there. It seemed everyone else had already gone to open presents.

"Why are you so far away?" He groaned.

"They don't call you Wood for nothing." She giggled, glancing down, where indeed Oliver was slightly showing through his pajama pants. His shirt was pulled up a little above his navel because he liked being cool while he slept.

He reached down and grabbed her butt, making her squeak and flinch closer to him, onto his erection. The squirming and friction of her rubbing felt amazing so early in the morning.

Oliver sat up and pushed her slightly so he could get on top of her, he kept his erection close to her though until he got her legs on either side of him. She was only wearing a large shirt and her knickers. He pressed his length against her, and it was easily felt through the three thin layers between them. She groaned, stretching her neck and her legs perking up.

Oliver rocked his hips so that the pressure was always changing. Her legs would go up and back down depending on how hard he pressed against her. Az squoze her eyes shut almost writhing underneath Oliver. He grinned and beganlicking up her neck. Az grabbed his shirt and hung desperately to him.

She wanted him so bad that she began rubbing her legs against his sides, and wiggling her hips against him as he pushed. Her thighs tightened as he pushed against her. He groaned and someone coughed awkwardly beside them.

Fred and George stood by the bed, both blushing, having just walked through the door.

"Well mate-" Fred started.

"We came to see-" George continued.

"If you were going to come open your presents." Fred coughed. The twins looked at each other before glancing at the pair that were still tangled together.

"But seeing as how you're already checking out one of your gifts-" They both joked in harmony until Oliver grabbed the Beater's bat at the foot of his bed where he kept the Quidditch supplies for safe keeping, and chunking it haphazardly towards the twins' heads. They fled screaming and laughing and closed the door behind them. Oliver curled over and rested his head on her stomach, their bodies still mingled together.

"Dammnit all!" They both growled.