Note from Author:
So YAY! I finally finished Graham Montague's chapter! This (I felt) didn't take that long so maybe the others won't either. I'm still stuck on just Roger Davies for Ravenclaw and Cedric Diggory for Hufflepuff, but I may start a new "arc" that will have Neville, Dean, Seamus, Blaise, Theodore, and any others I might think of (or have been suggested). Also, I am thinking about doing Viktor Krum…but we shall see. Hope you all enjoy!
It was the day of the quidditch match and you were kind of proud of yourself. You could search the lockers without worrying of getting caught, since everyone would be watching the game and if you couldn't find a pair of underwear then, you could search after the quidditch match for a "fresh" pair.
You waltzed into the Slytherin locker room and began your search. It took 10 minutes to look through each locker and by the time you got the last one, you didn't find a single pair. You checked all the bags and piles of junk that was scattered here and there, but still nothing. Leaning against the nearest wall, you sighed from exhaustion and frustration. Looks like you would have to come back, but that could wait till…
What was that?
Voices?
Was the game over already?!
You could feel a cold chill of panic race down your spine. It was too late to run…Where were you suppose to hide?
Without much thought, you jumped into the first shower stall near you with a closed curtain and pressed yourself as far back into the stall as you could.
From there, you could hear the angry voices and grumblings down the hall before the doors to the locker room slammed open.
"I can't believe it! How the f***ing hell did those Gryffindorks get enough points to get ahead of us?!
"I know! We should have pulverized them!"
"It's Potter's fault. If he didn't get in front of me, I could have had that snitch!"
From what you could undoubtedly hear, Slytherin had lost a game to Gryffindor. Great…now you were stuck in a shower stall with pissed off Slytherin quidditch players. Why of ALL houses did you have to choose Slytherin's?!
Actually, you had a good idea why…a certain chaser to be exact, but now you were regretting your decision. If they caught you, who knows what they would do to you.
If only you could be invisib- wait a minute. You could smack yourself in the face if it wouldn't make so much noise.
You forgot the little vial you were carrying around with you for just an emergency, like this. You stayed up for a couple of days, trying to find a halfway decent potion to temporary be invisible. Unfortunately, most of the potions you found, including the one in your pocket, were unclear about just how long they lasted…also there were possible side effects, but you had to do this dare!
You quickly drank the yellowed liquid and watched as in seconds your hands and feet were already becoming transparent, leaving only a tingling sensation behind. Now all you had to do was wait until you were completely transparent and sneak out while the guys would be busy with their showers and no one would be able to see you. BRILLANT!
…Too bad you brilliance couldn't match your running bad luck. Of all the stalls for one of those guys to pick, they picked yours and…
…Oh Merlin…and of all Slytherins it had to be your chaser…Graham Montague.
Thank goodness your potion fully kicked in, because he came in like no one else was there and…
…and in all quidditch heaven glory he was naked with the exception of a white towel around his waist!
You could feel you invisible cheeks heat up while you eyed him. Montague was a stocky fellow and all of it was nothing but pure muscle. His slightly hairy chest was still glistening with sweat from their game and you noticed certain muscles were still twitching from adrenaline.
When he took a step closer, you quickly retreated to the far back of the stall wall, looking for a possible escape.
Graham's stocky size almost filled the sides of the shower stalls, allowing you no room to escape past him. You thought about scaling over either of the stall walls since there was about a two foot gap between the stall walls and the ceiling. Only thing was that you could hear other guys getting in the shower stalls and you didn't want to leave one naked guys stall and possible land in another's. Knowing how your luck was running, you would probably land in a stall with Crabbe and that was enough for you to say 'bloody hell no'!
You looked back toward Graham in hopes of finding an opening only to find that he had now removed his white towel…
Your face lite up so much from embarrassment, you actually worried he might see the red hue. Graham was a tall, muscular guy and his…other extremities were just as hulky as he was. You marveled at his size and just how sexy the man was without any clothes.
For a moment you forgot where you were and just how bad your predicament was until Graham reached his arm out. You barely had time to move a few inches so his hand could reach beside you and turn on the water.
A shower of what felt like arctic ice suddenly hit your back, causing you to gasp out involuntarily. Covering your mouth quickly was still not enough to undo what you made. A puzzled, startled look was what first appeared on Graham's face, but then quickly shifted to anger.
"Who's in here?!" To your surprise, he turned around to look behind him rather than feel in front of him where the noise would have come from. Trying not to over think it, you quickly move to the corner and coward down as much as you could. Graham looked outside the stall and even did feel around in front where you just were, but didn't continue after that. With a shrug, he grabs his soap bar and wash cloth, continuing his shower while completely unaware that you were crouched in the corner like some creepy stalker, trying to look for a possible escape route.
Eventually, you just gave up on trying to escape and just sat there until he would be finished with his shower. You just hoped your potion still had plenty of time…Graham was certainly taking his time. Other Slytherin guys were getting out of their showers and even getting dressed while he was taking his time, scrubbing his body down. It took every last piece of will power in your body to try not to ogle him the whole time and stare at the stall wall instead.
There were probably only a couple of Slytherin guys left in the stalls when you noticed something move just in front of Graham. Curiosity got the better of you and you looked only to have almost your whole body go red this time.
What had moved was Graham's cock, growing more stiff under the warm shower spray! You could see he was breathing a little shallower as he reached his hand down to his cock, gripping it strongly while giving it a few strokes. He was huge! You might not have seen many cocks before in your life, but you knew enough to know that he was quite possibly bigger than your average cock.
You stared in wonder and perverse interest as he stroked himself faster and harder. You could tell he was getting excited, his eyes closed and his mouth open to let out short, quiet breaths. Eventually he had to rest his back against the opposing stall wall, slowly lowering himself down until he was crouched down like you were. This gave him a greater chance to think about whatever was driving his sex drive instead of worrying about his balance. He just sat there on the stall floor, jerking off as fast and hard as he wanted with his legs spread shamelessly out.
It was enough for you to even get a little heated over. You could feel yourself warming up to your core, causing your womanhood to get moist with excitement. You wanted to join him, touch him, taste him.
It was then you heard something escape from his panting lips. It was so soft and you were so transfix you didn't catch what he said. Your curiosity leading you again helped you to move a little closer to the chaser, hoping to hear what he was so quietly trying to hold back. A few seconds later, he whispered out again, "….._."
You blinked in confusion….did he really just say your name?
"_..." This time it was a little more earnest, his stroking becoming more vigorous. "….damn…I want you so bad…"
Did…did he….did Graham Montague just say he wanted you?!
Bloody hell…..you were blushing from your cheeks down to your toes. Who knew Montague actually had a thing for you?
You smiled warmly when he panted more feverishly, almost whimpering. "Please…._."
You couldn't resist it anymore; he was just too precious and sexy after a display like that. You leaned in and pressed your lips against his wide, gasping ones. He was barely responsive at first, but then you felt the shock run through him like both of you got electrocuted. When you jerked away, he was just sitting there, pale and frozen as he stared ahead in shock.
You took the opportunity to dash out of the stall, moving the shower curtains wildly as you made right for the door. They flew open as you shoved them open, but your hand got caught on the door for a second. You could hear the last few of the Slytherin guys still in their stalls coming out to see what the commotion was. You jerked your arm a little stronger and finally broke free. You ran as fast as your legs would carry you, running until you were deep in the castle walls again.
You crouched down behind one of the tall statues, desperately trying to regain your breath as you checked your body. The good thing was, you were still invisible; so even if someone had still seen the doors open, they wouldn't know it was you. That was a victory you barely celebrated as your brain was too busy panicking over the fact that YOU JUST KISSED GRAHAM MONTAGUE!
You must have given him the shock of a lifetime, remembering how pale and still he was. You buried your face into your invisible hands with a small groan. Thank Merlin he didn't see it was you.
After calming down from your miniature heart attack, you waited to see when the invisibility potion would wear off. Within another 10 minutes, you could finally see your hands and just how shaky they still were. Good thing you didn't stay for that whole shower…
You try to act naturally, walking out behind the statue and making your way back through the halls. It was a little late to go to eat in the gathering hall, so you decided to head back to the dorms early. Besides…it would be awkward if you saw Greengrass – or worse, Montague – in there.
You were just going through one of the last classroom hallways on your way to the dormitory when someone…or something, pulled you into one of the vacant classrooms. You were plunged into almost complete darkness since whoever it was had shut the door almost immediately and there were no windows.
"Who's there?" You asked, slightly annoyed to be surprised and then into such darkness.
Instead of a reply, whoever was with you made a small whisper and the tip of their wand lite up. The light was mostly aimed at you, so you had to shield your eyes with your hands and squint through them to make out a figure. You immediately noticed how tall and broad the figure was and you silently prayed it was Hagrid leaning down or Snape with too many cloaks on.
The figure finally pulled the light a little closer to them and to your horror, it was Graham Montague. You stared at him in disbelief….and confusion.
"Uhhh…Montague? Why are we in a classroom?" You silently prayed it was because he was lost or something…..you could dream.
"We need to talk…and I thought it was best to talk about it in private." Not getting a prompt response out of you, he fishes for something in his pocket.
"Or we could go to the gathering hall and talk about how I found this…." He opened his had to reveal a small bracelet "…in the gents locker room"
You stared at the bracelet in true horror. It was most definitely your bracelet; one that your grandmother gave you for your birthday years ago. You always wore it.
You tried to act as indifferently as possible, "Well, uh…how are you sure it is mine?"
In a split second, you saw a muscle jerk in Montague's jaw, but instead of getting angry he just smirked. "You're right….perhaps I should go around and ask others first…perhaps Snape would even know-"
"WAIT!" You had grabbed hold of the arm that was carrying the bracelet, looking up at him with a small plea-look on your face. "Alright…it was me."
He eased his arm down a little, looking at you suspiciously. "Alright then…now what in bloody hell were you doing in MY shower stall?" His voice was a little harsh with his last words, staring down at you almost coldly.
Your knees felt like they were shaking violently. "Umm…well…uh. I was….well. It's a lonnnnngggg story." You tried to chuckle it off, but Montague was still staring down at you. "I have time."
You cleared your throat the best you could since there felt like a huge lump in the middle of it. "Well…I was playing a game with some of the girls – Truth or Dare. Anyways, I got a dare and I was to steal a pair of guy's underwear from the locker rooms. I went in while the game was going on, but the game ended early. So I jumped in the closet shower stall, which you entered, and –"
You were quickly silenced by Montague's big finger pushing against your lips. "How come I couldn't see you? And don't tell me every detail…"
He remove his finger so you could speak, "A-A potion I researched and made…"
At first, Montague seemed fairly surprised, but he still seemed to have more on his mind. When he spoke again, his cheeks were just the slightest bit darker. "So….why did you kiss me?"
Your cheeks instantly were red again and this time he could see them. "Well…I uhhh…well I kind of think that is obvious…."
He shook his head softly, "No I want to hear exactly why you kissed me…"
You took a deep breath, letting the truth fall out. "Because I've liked you for years and think you are one of the hottest blokes I have ever seen."
"And it's not just…because of my…you know…cock? How big it is…?"
"No….it just adds to the splendor."
The look in his eyes was slightly different. They weren't harsh and alert like before, but they weren't clouded with lust either. The light from his wand went out then, throwing you back into darkness. Suddenly, you felt him grab you around your waist, pulling you against him into a heated and hungry kiss.
You were floored back in your surprise, but the intoxication of his lips moving over yours prompted you to kiss back. His tongue slid gently over your lower lip, a gentle approach in asking for entrance, but when you didn't catch on or open quickly enough, he nipped said lip. With your gasp, he dived his tongue into your mouth, eagerly wanting to scope out his new territory. You never pushed him away or attempted to stop his exploration, but instead raveled in the sensual sensation. You were so into it, your hands were rubbing, groping, and even scratching anywhere along Graham's upper body that you could reach. He gave a low growl in the back of his throat, thoroughly enjoying your ministrations.
While both of you were so transfixed in your lip lock, your bodies were also in action, pressing and rubbing against the other. It wasn't until you felt a firm, twitch against your stomach that you paused in your hungered kiss.
Graham stopped as well and you could see a little better in the dark, that his eyes went from lust-filled to horror shocked. You could tell he was instantly afraid you were turned off, but rather than push away, you groped his growing bulge right through his pants. He grunts softly, holding his breath as he pulls you closer to him.
You decide to push your luck a little more, sliding your hand into the top of his pants and gripping his cock with a smooth stroke. His fingers dug just a little into your skin, his head falling to rest on your shoulder as his grunt seemed to waiver. You give a few strokes still inside his pants and he finally moans softly in your ear. You remembered what his moans sounded like in the shower and you were now very eager to hear them again.
As you still stroked him, you used your other hand to undo his pants and push them down with his deep purple briefs until you could see that glorious hunk of meat in your hands. Graham moved his hips short and swift into your hand, but what you did next completely through him off guard and caused him to choke out a sensual groan.
In a matter of seconds, you were down on your knees before him, taking his cock into your mouth and sliding it in until the head was pushing against the back of your throat. You slid your lips around his cock, sucking as you withdrew his long, thick member only to return it back to your throat. You had to move slowly at first, since he was so big, but you worked him in until you had most of him in your mouth at one time.
Graham had his fingers waiving into your hair, trying to gather every ounce of will power not to just hold your head and fuck your mouth. This was more than he ever imagined and he certainly didn't want to screw this up. After a short while of you sucking his cock so fantastically and making him moan, he began to feel himself building up. He quickly grabbed your shoulders and pulled you off of his cock with distressed pants.
He could see just how red your cheeks were; completely intoxicated by the sounds you were causing, but puzzled from the sudden stop. He stuttered as he tried to catch his breath, "I…I want to please you too…before I cum."
The tension you were holding melted immediately, smiling up at him. "You don't have to…"
He shook his head, pulling you up to your feet, "I want to. I want to make you moan, shiver, squeal…" With every word, he was pulling you closer or squeezing you skin possessively.
He had you so dizzy in your thoughts, you were gripping at his shirt, rubbing his broad chest. "I…I want you to show me more."
A light grin appeared on his face, "Then why don't we just do 'it'?"
"You…you mean…have sex…right here…in a classroom?" you asked incredibly.
"I doubt we're going to get much privacy elsewhere…" He pulled you even more tightly to him, kissing your neck the whole time he spoke. "I want you, _. I've wanted you so badly. What you saw in the shower is just a sample of what you do to me. All I ever do, it seems, is think about you…"
You were shaking under his touch, his kisses, even his words. You, also, wanted more…wanted him. To feel him, taste him, succumb to him…you wanted to be his.
"Then take me…" you whispered. "...Make me yours, Graham."
You could hear and feel a low growl in his throat while he pushed another kiss to your skin. His hands then move to grab both of your thighs, lifting you up easily and carrying you over to one of the desks. He sprawled you out over the wooden structure, kissing you powerfully while his hands quickly worked to undo your button-down shirt. You moved your hands as well to also help him with his shirt, but it took slightly longer since he would occasionally distract you by grinding his hips into yours.
After removing your bra and making quick work of your skirt and panties, Graham's upper body hovered over you, gazing down on your naked flesh with the hungriest set of eyes. He gently squeezed your breast together, fascinated by your quickly perking nipples. He latched his lips onto one, giving it a gentle pull and suck while his thick hands continued to mold and squeeze your breasts. He made sure to have your hips just enough on the desk to support you, but just enough on the edge where he could rub his cock freely against the moist lips of your womanhood. The combination of sensations had you moaning and squirming delectably under him, causing him to faintly smirk against your nipple. He never stopped moving his hips once even when he moved to suck on your other nipple, causing a great amount of teasing pleasure to build, but aggravatingly wanting more.
Finally you spoke out, almost in a mew. "Please, Graham…"
He pulled his head up to look at you with lust-clouded eyes and nodded before standing more up right. He held your thighs apart a little more so he could see and you instantly felt a little vulnerable under his gaze. He could see that look on your face and it made him shiver slightly in excitement.
He gently rubbed his cock back over your more open lips again, getting you prepared for what was to come and ever so gently began to push the head of his cock inside you. It took him a while to just get half way in because he was so big and your channel was so tight. Both of you were silently thankful for the prolonged foreplay he orchestrated, making you incredibly wet which also made it easier for him to move inside.
He move back out a little before pushing back in again, a little faster and a little deeper. With every thrust, he inched the rest of his member inside you until his base was rubbing against your spread lips. He looked to make sure you were okay with continuing and even though there was a lot of tight pressure, you nodded to him knowing that everything would begin to feel better now that things were getting started.
He made small, shallow thrusts at first to get a rhythm built up and before long he was thrusting quickly and deeply inside you. Both of you moaned with the warm friction, a single angle change or slight clamp causing shivers and gasps. Graham's hands held your hips more firmly as he increased the tempo of his thrusts, causing the desk under you to creak and whine.
You were moaning softly, your fingers gripping the desk while your legs tried to hold around Graham's waist. Sensing a slight discomfort from you, Graham paused for only a moment to place one of your legs over his shoulder, placing your more on your side as he continued to thrust back into you. The slight position change allowed him to go even deeper and harder since he could hold your leg as leverage and to keep you from moving.
Again, he increased his tempo, causing both of you to become a panting, sweating mess. Even the creaking and whining of the desk was drowned out by the continuous slapping of hips and moans. You could feel your pleasure building and your walls were going tighter to hold back.
This subtle change didn't go unnoticed by Graham, panting out, "Come with me…"
With a few more hard thrusts, you couldn't hold back your pleasure anymore; erupting in waves of ecstasy as you screamed out Graham's name. Your scream was the last straw for Graham, exploding deep inside you with grunts and pants.
Neither one of you moved for awhile, riding out the last bits of fleeting euphoria while still connected. Eventually, Graham pulled himself out of you and slowly lowered your leg that was still hooked over his shoulder. He carefully sat you up and off the desk before moving both of you to the closest wall, which he slid down, taking you with him to cradle in his arms. Both of your bodies were still shaking from the pleasure, but that didn't stop Graham from cupping your face and kissing you gently.
The two of you kissed, rubbed, and nuzzled against each other until you finally spoke. "Thank you…"
Graham smiled softly, resting his forehead against yours while closing his eyes, "I should be thanking you. You've made one of my fantasies come true and showed me even more…"
You were going to reply teasingly until you felt a familiar tingling sensation come over your body. Graham feeling your sudden shock opened his eyes to find a most horrific site. Your arms and legs were suddenly gone and most of the rest of your precious body was becoming a hazy blur. You looked at Graham with an equally horrified expression mixed with panic.
"_,...What's going on?!" He asked, trying to hold what was left of you close to him.
"I-I…I don't know. The potion must be restarting again!" By this time, only your face and top of your shoulders were still visible.
At the very least, Graham could still feel your body pressure on him. He felt around for your hand and quickly got up with you. "Come on, we need to get you to the hospital wing…"
"Wait!" You frantically shouted. Now all Graham could see was your eyes and a little pink hue under them.
"We're still naked…" you whispered. Graham looked down, just to verify in his panicking mind.
"Right…" he said. "Umm…will your clothes still be visible? It might be odd to see a school uniform walking on its own…"
You remembered that the potion had worked on your clothes earlier, but that was while you were still wearing them. You find your bra and try to get it on.
From Graham's point of view, all he saw now was a bra lift off the floor and hook around an invisible body. With seconds, the bra began to vanish.
Knowing that, both of you quickly changed back into your clothes and practically ran to find Madam Pomfrey. (All the while, Graham had to call to you to make sure you were still beside him)
A few days later:
Graham smoothed his hair out nervously as he made his way to the hospital wing. Madam Pomfrey, in her genius, was able to find a cure in your faulty potion and today she was going to release you. To avoid getting you into anymore trouble, Graham verified to Madam Pomfrey and Professor Snape that both of you were working on a potion project for extra credit and it obviously went horribly wrong. Thankfully, neither one of them questioned it, but highly advised to be assigned extra credit next time rather than blindingly make one up.
As he entered the doorway, he smiled brightly at the sight of you, fully intact, gathering your stuff up. You look up at the sound of your name only to get enveloped in a one-arm hug from a familiar presence.
You chuckled softly as you hugged him back. "You act as if you haven't seen me in years."
He pulled away only to look down at you with a smirk, "For three days, I really didn't see you….only heard your voice." He pulls the one arm he was hiding behind his back to reveal a small bouquet of vibrate flowers with a small, drawstring bag attached to the stems.
After you smelled the gorgeous flowers, you thanked him with a small kiss on the cheek since you figured Madam Pomfrey was snooping not far off. You left opening the bag until both of you were for from peeping eyes outside in the courtyard.
Graham kept an arm wrapped around your waist as you opened the little bag, as if afraid you might disappear in front of him again. You chuckled at the thought as you turned the bag over to have a small bracelet fall in your hand. It was your bracelet Graham had found in the locker rooms; you forgot that he still had it.
Thinking that was all that was in there, you placed it back on your wrist. "Thank you very much for holding it for me."
He smiled and kissed your lips softly, "I'd do anything for my girl…"
A warm smile spread over your face with that remark. After the initial panic of your invisibility, Madam Pomfrey and tried to shoo Graham out of the hospital wing once, but declared he wasn't leaving his girlfriend until he knew she was alright. It was awkward to visit you when he couldn't see you, but he always came by every chance he had and even brought some of your homework so you wouldn't be behind in your classes.
You touched his face with a gentle brush before pulling him into another kiss that lasted a little longer than the next. When Graham pulled away, he eagerly pointed to the bag. "Keep looking…there is something else in there for you…"
With a raised eyebrow, you opened the bag more to find a small, squared piece of paper. Once it was out and you got a good look at it, you almost instantly dropped it. It was a moving picture of Graham taking off his pants and showing off his briefs to, what looked like, the girls from the truth or dare game.
You looked up at him and then back down at the picture before looking at him again. Sensing your question, he shrugs, "Greengrass was bloating in the common room about how it was your last day to get the dare in and all the kinds of things she was going to have you do if you didn't show up. So I told her…roughly what happened…and that I would show up like that if she would accept it as completing the dare and you wouldn't have to be present…"
"Oh…oh honey. You shouldn't have done that. Greengrass will probably post this everywh-"
"Oh most of the school has already seen it…I've been getting comments about it all day and the school paper is posting it in a column tomorrow."
You stared at him, eyes wide and mouth hanging open. "Graham! Why did you do that?!"
He smiled more warmly, brushing a lock of your hair back. "I told you…I'd do anything for my girl." He kissed your nose lightly before continuing, "Besides, I'd rather have that one embarrassing moment happen to me than all the different, evil things Greengrass was going to have you do if the dare wasn't honored. She must really have it out for you."
You snorted softly, "Trust me, the feeling is mutual now. I might just pour a hybrid of that potion in her pumpkin juice one morning for making you do something like that!"
He chuckle softly as he pulled you even tighter against him, "I love you…"
You smiled brightly again, unable to stay unhappy around him. "I love you, too."
The two of you shared a deep, passionate kiss before you smirked, "By the way, you never did tell me what your other fantasies with me were…"
Graham smirked back, a wicked and sensual promise dripping with every word. "You'll just have to find those out one at a time…"