Kristen shifted underneath Connor as his lips brushed against hers lightly, and she pushed against him to deepen the contact. A corner of his mouth quirked in amusement even as his eyes—beautiful green eyes—darkened. They were in an empty classroom, on a stone bench…the two of them had started with conversation, but Merlin knew how they got to kissing.
It wasn't the first time they'd ended up in that position.
His hands were behind her back, pulling her closer, lips leaving a trail of kisses down her neck, and her fingers were in his hair, eyelids shut halfway. He returned attention to her mouth as the door opened.
Growling, Kristen took her time turning her head to see who it was, making no move to change their positions. Her boyfriend did as well, smirk tugging at his lips.
Maybe she was kind of expecting it to be Sirius and one of his…fans.
"Sorry mate, this room's taken," she smiled insolently. "Find another one."
"We can share darling, it's not as if this room isn't big enough for the four of us," Sirius' eyes hardened slightly at Connor's position on top of Kristen.
The older boy smiled a smile without any real warmth.
"Get out Sirius, we can't fit the four of us and your ego in here," Kristen snapped, fingers trailing gently down Connor's torso as she spoke.
"I'm not going anywhere," Sirius let his blonde girl drape herself across him and started sucking face.
Beyond irritated now, Kristen grabbed her wand and hit him, in quick succession, with a Tickling Charm, Jelly Legs Jinx and Stinging Hex in a choice area.
His 'girlfriend' yelped as he jerked, clutching his crotch as the hex hit him, and he keeled over and started giggling uncontrollably even as his legs went limp.
Kristen snorted; Connor cracked a few chuckles as they got off the bench, striding past Sirius, who was now reaching for his wand.
The blonde was kneeling next to him, wailing and screaming at Kristen, but she was effectively blocking Sirius' way of jinxing Kristen back. She sped up, reaching the door and leaving the room hastily.
Connor slammed the door shut as something thudded against it on the opposite side.
Kristen sighed as he tugged her along the corridor to find another private spot.
"That was an effective mood-killer," she muttered.
"Beautiful wand work love, remind me not to piss you off," Connor chuckled, stopping at a broom closet and opening the door.
"Thank you," she murmured as the two of them squeezed in. And she made the first move, reaching up to kiss him.
She could feel his grin when her lips connected with his, as he settled underneath her against the wall, hands running down her body and she sighed, because how did she land such a perfect boy?
Kristen grinned and adjusted their positions so that she was sitting in his lap, legs on either side of him, and their breathing quickened.
Connor kissed her hard, their hands everywhere, breathing hard when their lips met again, and he bit her neck gently.
"Con-nor," she whimpered, dragging his name out, then sighed. "I can't do this tonight," she gently untangled their lips. "We kick off the Quidditch tournament tomorrow morning. And you know how Gryffindors party."
He sighed too, and then pressed a quick kiss onto her lips. "Day after tomorrow then?"
"Whenever you want," she answered, smiling, giving him a hug.
"Walk you back?" he asked, slightly saddened when they stood up, and their contact broke.
"Please," she opened the door of the closet, and muttered, "Maybe we should cast that Disillusionment Charm now."
He obliged, tapping the two of them on the head and grabbed her hand, and they walked to Gryffindor Tower, where they shared one last kiss goodnight and left.
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Kristen groaned when morning came and she got out of bed, hand mussing up her bed-head hair. Damn! Why did matches have to be in the morning?
She was fully awakened though when she splashed water on her face, dressed in her robes and headed down to breakfast.
Remus, the announcer for another year in a row, was already there, as was James and Sirius.
"Nervous?" Remus asked the three of them.
"Well, yeah," Kristen muttered. "Even if we've had about seven more practices than Slytherin."
"Seriously babe? You still haven't apologized for hexing me to hell and back yesterday," Sirius pouted.
"See, I would be sorry if you weren't acting like a complete douche," Kristen barely looked up from the slice of fruit she was chewing on.
"Fuck, Kristen, you need to eat more. That apple won't last you ten seconds into the match," James ignored Sirius and cut in over their conversation.
"You haven't apologized for making out with him where anyone could see you," Sirius threw back.
"Fine James," Kristen answered calmly, taking a slice of ham as well. "And Sirius, that's the first time I've ever been walked in on, and I think you knew we were in there. I don't know how, but I think you knew."
James glared at Sirius for a second before responding easily, "He's got Marauder intuition, like the rest of us."
Kristen was spared from answering when an owl, carrying a bouquet of flowers dropped down in front of her, offering the flowers.
Stunned, her eyes narrowing, she took the beautiful red roses—now the slowly filling Hall was whispering, eyeing them—and read the card, grin breaking out as she did so.
Sirius, expression now free from whatever playfulness he had displayed before, grabbed the piece of parchment to read what it said.
Just because. Good luck today—C.
She turned to look for her boyfriend, and her gaze was drawn towards the doors, which he leaned against, giving her the sexiest smile ever, and winked.
Other girls were dropping like flies and wailing now at how they wished he was single as she smiled back.
He turns and disappears out of the doors, as she weaves a few of the roses into her hair with magic.
James wore a laughing grin. "Really, that's all I have to do to get Lily to fall for me? Send her a bunch of flowers, saying, just because?"
"No, now that everyone's seen what Connor's done you have to top it, obviously," Remus snorted.
Sirius scowled. "I could top that easy. Who needs flowers when they could have mind-blowing sex anyways?"
"I'll have you know, Sirius, that Connor gives flowers and can deliver," Kristen sneered at him, after attracting the attention of every guy in the room with the flowers in her hair.
"Really?" Sirius shot back. "You sure you two are exclusive?"
"Yeah, Sirius, it's actually possible to be flaming hot and monogamous," Kristen rolled her eyes at him and finished eating breakfast.
James, having eaten everything edible within two feet of him, leapt up when she stood. "Come on, let's head to the field," he muttered, his voice not betraying his nerves. Kristen could tell he was nervous, because that was when he started eating everything.
So she didn't put up any fuss and they silently changed into their red and gold robes, and waited for the rest of the team to arrive.
"Does Sirius really dislike Connor that much?" Kristen asked a bit wearily. "Every time he talks about him he takes a crack at him. What's up with that?"
James blinked at her. "It's not that he doesn't think you two don't fit well, love, it's just that...well, Sirius is giving Connor crap because he thinks if Connor will go through it for you, he deserves to be with you," he fibbed.
Kristen snorted. "Wow. Okay. If I didn't think Connor was genuine, I don't think I would've slept with him."
"You've—"
"Yeah, and don't castrate the guy James. I think I wanted to go faster more than he did. And don't tell Sirius, Merlin's pants. But I'll tell Remus."
"I don't know what's worse, having the mental picture of you naked or knowing you're shagging," James mimed vomiting.
"Mate, shut up. I don't fancy having a naked picture of you in my mind either though Merlin knows what I've walked in on."
"So, who bottoms?" James grinned wickedly.
The door opened, and the rest of the team filed in, saving Kristen from having to retort.
They changed in less than five minutes, and gathered 'round their Captain.
"Okay. We have got this in the bag," James started. "They're disorganized. They're messy. They don't have a real team, like we do, or a place to gather heart from. And they know it. We're confident. We've had the last week and a half to practice, one-up them, and we've done great. We're feelin' good, we work together well, and we have the best team we could have. Now is when we're going to show everyone that we're back for another Cup!"
James thrust his arm into the center, and six more arms joined him, and they shot upwards and yelled, "Go team!"
They strode out onto the field, where Madame Hooch waited, where they could see the Slytherin team coming out to meet them and formed a half-circle around James.
Kristen met the eyes of each of the opposing players coolly, promising them one hell of a game.
"Mount your brooms…Keep this clean, ladies, gentlemen," Hooch was saying, meeting every player's eyes. "Shake hands," James and the Slytherin captain grasped each others fingers and attempted to crush them, "And…BEGIN!"
A Gryffindor fourth year Chaser named Will Dickens grabbed the Quaffle and sped off, Kristen and the other Chaser, a seventh year, Adrienne Everette peeling away from him in an arrowhead formation. The Slytherins gave chase, Beaters pounding a Bludger towards them. Will ducked it and in a blur of movement, passed it underhandedly to Kristen and they changed positions, he flying underneath and she rising to take the center. When the Slytherin Chasers came after her, she did the same thing, passing it to Adrienne who passed it back to her as another Bludger came rocketing her way.
Kristen feinted left and as the Slytherin Keeper lurched that way, threw it into the center hoop ("And Kristen Chang puts it neatly through for 10-0 Gryffindor…Slytherins can't be too happy for that..")
Cheers erupt from the Gryffindor and Ravenclaw (who had bitterly lost a close match with Slytherin last year) side, and she spotted a huge sign saying, 'ROSES FOR THE CUP' and bit back a grin as she flew forward, eyes on the Quaffle's current location in Slytherin possession.
"Kristen!" Adrienne shouted, and she turned her head in time to dodge a runaway Bludger that Sirius was chasing after.
"The hell are you playing at, Black?" Kristen yelled, trying to get as far away from the two as possible. ("And a Gryffindor Chaser nearly gets flattened by a Bludger, we wonder if Mr. Sirius Black was going for that effect or not…")
"Sorry darling," he responded, whacking the Bludger towards the Chaser in possession's back.
Kristen winced when it made contact, causing the boy to drop the Quaffle and hunch forward.
Will launched forward to grab the ball, but another Slytherin chaser rammed into him to steal it, causing a foul. ("A foul on Slytherin, a rather odd play if you ask me…")
With a glance at Kristen, who nodded for him to take the foul, Will flew forward.
He chucked it at the left hoop with one arm, and miraculously, the Slytherin Keeper knocked it away by an inch.
"Better luck next time," Adrienne called, already zooming off to resume play.
James was hovering at the highest point of anyone on the field and was scanning the pitch to look for the Snitch, before Slytherin inevitably ended up scoring points. Below him, the Chasers and Beaters flew past each other.
Kristen dove after a Bludger and a Beater careened her way, scowling. There was going to be way too much bodily contact if they didn't hurry up and score.
Luckily, she found herself in a prime position as the Slytherins passed the Quaffle, and flicking a hand out, she stole it, pouring on speed to get to the other side of the pitch.
The Gryffindor crowd was roaring now, as the rest of the players reversed their positions. (And Gryffindor's Chang steals the Quaffle from the Slytherins, Beater Black coming up next to her and Everette coming for the pass, yes, and she puts it through! Adrienne Everette scores 20-0 to Gryffindor! And the crowd goes wild!"
But the Slytherins put a damper on things when they effectively feinted and scored the Quaffle in right hoop. ("Slytherins score 20-10 to Gryffindor, let's see if they can pull this one off against the defending champions..")
Growling, Sirius effectively smashed a Bludger into one of the opposing Chaser's stomachs, then turned his broom around and dealt the other one to shatter a broomstick.
The girls below went crazy.
Will laughed, and, met eyes with Kristen to start their plan: distracting the last opposing Chaser.
"Hey hey hey," Kristen swooped next to the Slytherin, "What up, dog? You seem to be a little nervous," she pulled up around the scrawny third year, who tried to get away. Will was blocking him though, and the two Gryffindors circled above and below him, like the sides of a tornado. ("Hey, check out two Gryffindor Chasers—Chang and Dickens—harassing the Slytherin Chaser Toufer! Slytherin Captain Bradley is not too happy and sends a Bludger towards the trio—Oh I guess Toufer heard me say that, he's crashed into Chang and out of the pack the two Gryffindors have created and—DROPPED THE QUAFFLE! Dickens in possession, Chang whirling around and leaving Toufer in the dust—don't worry Mr. Johnson, she appears to be fine." (Hoots were heard in the Ravenclaw section, where Connor grinned broadly and raised his chin towards Remus).)
Will let out a chuckle, but swore, ducked and threw the Quaffle to Kristen when James, hot on pursuit of the Snitch, nearly knocked him off his broom. ("And egomaniac James Potter, Captain of the Gryffindor team almost knocks his teammate off his broom; you should be a little more careful towards your own blokes Potter…")
"Sorry mate!" James shouted and continued chasing the golden ball.
Kristen ignored this and flew forward, scoring almost contemptuously as their other Beater; Tyler Jackson sent a Bludger into the Keeper's way, almost smashing in his face.
("Another easy score for Gryffindor's Chang to put it at 30-10, and—oh my, has Potter spotted the Snitch?")
Kristen and Will both whipped around to see James pull up with a huge grin on his face, Snitch in the hand and in the air and the Gryffindor players dove down to meet their Captain. Red and Gold fans screamed.
"Well finally!" Kristen shouted when she hit the ground and tackled James in a running hug.
The rest of the teammates joined in a brief group hug, clearly rubbing it in the face of the losing Slytherins.
"I'm surprised your roses didn't fall out," Sirius smirked, twirling her around.
"Magic, baby," she laughed. "We'd better hit the showers before yours and James' groupies flood the field."
James seemed to have realized that as well and called for them to get into the changing room.
Ten minutes later saw the team get out and head towards the celebrations.
"Great game tonight," James smiled at his team as he led them back to the common room.
Halfway there, Kristen ran into Connor.
"Hey," she disconnected herself from the group, jerking her head to tell James to go ahead without her.
"Good job in the game tonight," Connor grinned at her as she hugged him.
"Mm, we're lucky that Slytherin isn't exactly playing well this season," she smiled back. "Thanks for the flowers, by the way," she reached up to kiss him lightly.
"I thought you'd like them," he murmured, returning the gesture.
"Were you behind 'Roses for the Cup' too?" they began walking, Merlin knows where to.
"Nah, that was my moron of a best friend." She laughed.
"I think Grant's kind of cute," she teased. "But not cute as in looks, cute as in acting cute," she added quickly.
"You had me worried there for a second," a smirk crossed his lips.
"Not to worry, I'm still completely crazy about you," Kristen laughed. "And I've got to go, they'll be wondering where I am."
"Alright, see you darling," he gave her a half-smile.
"See you," she echoed, turning and walking to the Gryffindor common room for the celebrations.
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This fic is fast becoming one of those that I write when I hit writers block on my other ones…sorry, but it's working out for me.
No reviews for the last chapter—was it really that bad?