"Great news," Dudley grinned, bringing Aquila out of her thoughts. She glanced at him in the mirror, her toothbrush grinding at her teeth. "They said flying."

She spit out the contents of her mouth, turning to face them with her eyes wide. "I take it you didn't tell them that the brooms go up to a hundred and fifty miles per hour?"

"Er, no... but we aren't going to be going that fast... right?" She smirked, putting her toothbrush back in her mouth as she glanced at the mirror. "Right?"

"We'll see," she mumbled. But, she had every intention of going as fast as possible. Death Eaters were not trained Quidditch players, and therefore were not skilled flyers. It was safer to go fast.

She gathered their things, shrinking them and slinging the back over Dudley's shoulders, securing it in place with a sticking charm. Then she began to help the team pack up the tent, knocking down poles, lowering the ceiling until it was almost touching all of their heads.

"Alright," she said firmly, placing glamours on each of the Dursleys so that they looked like Alicia, Angelina and Katie rather than the Muggles. It would make things safer. She placed a decoy wand in each of their hands. "Right, since we're flying, we'll be a little exposed. Alicia, Ang and Katie will be meeting us at the Manor, taking the portkey. Mr. Johnson, Mrs. Johnson, and Lee will be flying with us. And you will be riding with either Fred or George." She grabbed her broom off of the table, now bare, and threw her leg over it. "Alright, who feels comfortable with the twins?"

"You won't be pulling any tricks, will you?" Vernon asked them sharply.

"Absolutely none," they swore, raising their right hands. "Way too dangerous for that."

"Besides," Fred insisted. "We're going over the Irish Sea. Wouldn't want you falling off. Long way to swim, that is."

"Fred," Aquila warned.

"We swear on Ella Bella's life," they agreed with a grumble.

"This is no time for jokes," Mr. Johnson said firmly. "Sarah and I will be in front and behind, to keep a look out. It's clear skies to our home, so there's no need to worry about any surprises. Lee will be amongst the group."

Vernon decided to go with the twins, and Petunia as well, so Dudley sidled on with Aquila. "Alright, copy Dudley's position exactly. It'll keep you on the broom for as fast as we're going, and will also make the ride less uncomfortable." And hold on tight, because take off is going to be a bit harsh."

They all mounted and Aquila felt Dudley's arms encircle her, pulling her to his chest. She sucked in a breath, smelling his cologne, the faint scent that drove her absolutely wild. Potter showed up looking like Ginny, stiffly sitting on the unoccupied broom - Lee's. And then Amos opened the flap for her, and they shot off.

"Oh, my God," she heard Petunia whisper, and a quick glance back showed Petunia burying her face into the twin's back.

"You know," Fred called as they kept rising. "I like being carressed by my girlfriend and all, but the fact that it's not really her doesn't keep me from being quite excited-"

"Fred!" Aquila barked out, but a laugh of amusement leaving her as well.

"This is worse than the key thing!" Vernon cried as they reached their altitude, leveling out and cruising for a while until they reached water.

"I thought Dudley warned you," Aquila grinned as she rode up alongside him.

"I might be sick," Vernon groaned, the broom moving slightly to catch an air stream.

"Might want to throw up on the side, mate," George called. "Ten points if you get sick on someone's head! At this height, it's nearly impossible! Fred and I tried with our sister once. Only it was a bowl of pudding. You wouldn't believe how long it toook!"

No wonder Ginny hated playing Quidditch with them.

Once they reached the Irish Sea, eye contact was made and they all rocketed forward, causing Petunia to give a shout of fear. Dudley laughed, the wind causing him to press his chin into her shoulder, their bodies impossibly closer. Despite the chilly summer air, the wind making goosebumps appear on her flesh, she felt... so much warmer with him holding her.

"It's a bit weird you look like Katie," Aquila laughed. "Because this is really turning me on, while also creeping me out!"

Dudley laughed and they descended slightly, a light spray of water coming up to hit them as their legs dangled to touch the water. Fred jerked his broom suddenly so that it crossed paths with George and Aquila's and water crashed into them, leaving them entirely soaked.

"Fred!" Aquila called.

"I say we return fire," Dudley murmured to her.

"Yeah?" she asked, elated. "Hold on tight."

His arms tightened and she sped up, causing their broom to barrel roll at the speed she turned, and a wave of water crashed upon Fred and Petunia, before she lifted her broom up away from the water.

"How fast are we going?" Dudley called.

"Probably a hundred and fifteen," Aquila called back, descending between the twins once more. "We can pick up speed, if you'd like."

"No!" Vernon shouted, but it was too late. The brooms jerked forward and the wind was positively whistling as they kept up their speed, the sound of the water underneath them deafening.

"You holding on?" she shouted to Dudley.

"Why?"

His arms gripped her so suddenly as she jerked the broom that he yelped, but she laughed, the horizon in her sights as she kept rolling them, almost getting dizzy herself. She straightened up and glanced over her shoulder, towards Dudley. "How was that?"

"I might be bloody sick. Bloody hell!"

"You liked it!" she insisted. When the England coastline came into view, they rose higher in the sky, so that they wouldn't be detected, and they were silent most of the ride, her posture almost lazy at a hundred and twenty five miles per hour. This was nothing in a match. They went full speed, then. When Mr. Johnson signalled they were over Surrey, they began their descent. Or rather, they did, but Aquila glanced over her shoulder to grin at Dudley, who immediately knew that something bad was about to happen.

"Don't you dare," he warned her. She laughed, and kept going straight until she sudden dove. "AQUILA!" She leaned forward, causing the air resistance to minimize and they were topping more than a hundred and fifty at that point, the wind making her eyes burn. "We're going to hit the ground! Stop!"

She didn't. She kept going, and going until he buried his face into her hair and squeezed his eyes shut. And then she jerked the broom up sharply, bringing them straight down until they were on the roof of Johnson Manor.

"You can get off now, Dudley," she giggled.

"You're bloody mental!" Dudley cried, sliding off of the broom and landing on the flat roof of the English estate. "We could have died."

"You have so little faith in me," she tisked. "We weren't going to die. I had full control the entire time." She let the broom drop onto the roof and walked over to him, her hands resting on his chest as the glamour wore off with a flick of her wand. "I promise," she told him gently. She kissed him lightly and he responded with an enthusiastic fervor, pulling her closely to him as their lips met and he begged her for entrance.

She granted it, their mouths almost at a battle, between good and bad, between evil and light, atop the roof of her best mate's. When they pulled away, it was to the sound of a throat clearing and Aquila sighed, her lips kissing his jaw line once before her forehead pressed against his collarbone. She was exhausted. The game had worn her out, and her limbs were slowly starting to ache, as the adrenaline from the flight wore off.

"That was foolish, Aquila," Mr. Johnson scolded.

"I knew what I was doing, Mr. Johnson," Aquila promised. "It was all a bit of fun. And we were in the warded grounds. We were perfectly safe."

"Until you crashed." She sighed, knowing he was right and tapped Dudley's chest lightly with her hand before stepping away from him, picking up her broom. "How are his parents?"

"They need a quick lie down," Mr. Johnson admitted. "A little... uh, motionsickness and headaches, but nothing that won't fade in a few hours. And then they requested to drive home."

She nodded. "Right. Mr. Johnson, you wouldn't happen to have muscle ache relief, would you? My shoulder is absolutely killing me."

"You don't have beater's arm, right?" he asked, frowning.

"No way," Aquila said immediately. "I stretch my shoulder well to make sure it doesn't happen."

"I'm sure we've got something inside. Why don't we all have some tea and ... everything." She agreed and pulled Dudley along with her, into the small doorway that was supposed to be a closet, which truly was a staircase leading down to the main foyer of the Manor.

"We can play four on four," Fred and George were arguing. "Aquila, Ange, Alicia, Katie, Lee, Fred, George, and Potter!"

"I don't want to play," Katie sighed. "I didn't bring my wand, and I have the worst cramps right now. I'll keep Mrs. Johnson company."

"Mr. Johnson?"

"I haven't played Quidditch with you lot since I was ten years younger and you didn't fly as fast," Mr. Johnson said immediately. The Dursleys were seated on a couch not too far away, but looked up at their entrance. Mrs. Johnson was pouring them glasses of tea, and the scent immediately told Aquila there was some headache relief infused.

"Please, dad?" Angelina pleaded. "It'll be the last time we play before I move out."

"You're trying out for the Harpies, aren't you?" Aquila asked.

"Sure am," Angelina grinned. "We all can't have Ireland lined up for us before we even graduate. You need a tent partner, don't you?"

"Could you?" Aquila insisted. "Because I've written Rogers, but he won't be going. And I don't feel safe bunking with Luna."

"Absolutely!" Angelina squealed. "Mum and Dad are coming, too, so it can be us four. That's plenty safe, right, dad?"

"I would bump you up to number five, Mr. Johnson," Aquila said with a smile.

"Oh, alright, alright. But no boys!"

Angelina rolled her eyes. "Not like I need to stay in our tent to do that. I fully intend to join the twins when I can-"

"Anyway!" Aquila said brightly. "I've been hearing about a match?"

"Just the quaffle," the twins said simply. "And whoever scores the most. Fred and I will be on different teams, to even out the skill."

"I'm in," Aquila shrugged. "Once I get my muscle relief."

"Oh, right!" Mr. Johnson said suddenly, moving towards a cabinet near the alcohol. He grabbed a vial and tossed it towards Aquila, who moved a few steps to catch it, but did so fluidly, pulling out the cork and downing it in one go. She clapped her hands, the vial vanishing, and grinned. "Let's play."

"Right, I'm going to watch," Dudley said.

She grinned at him, taking his hand, and pulling him along with the group, who all retreived their brooms and they began the trek to the back garden.

"They have a full pitch?" Dudley asked.

Aquila nodded, walking through the concealed path to the hidden pitch. The wards were extensive on the property, but even more so on the Quidditch pitch. Especially recently. Death Eaters couldn't spot it from above. "Angelina declared she wanted to be a Quidditch player when she was two. Her parents built a pitch, and it's sort of the unofficial training grounds for Ireland if the Dublin pitch is ever being used for something." She turned and winked, grabbing the sweaty palm of her boyfriend. Harry was nervously walking behind them, his wand out. At least he was prepared for an attack.

"We could use a snitch," Potter spoke up. "I have one."

"But you're the only qualified seeker," Aquila told him simply. "So unless Ginny's in your pocket, that's not going to work. We level the playing field. You've no doubt practiced with a quaffle before, Potter."

The pitch was the correct size, field wise, but had no stands or anything. It was simply a field and there were some benches on the side for sitting, which she directed Dudley to. He gave her a good luck kiss and the players gathered in the middle circle, Fred and George on opposite sides. "Alright... I call ... Aquila."

"Yeah, baby," Aquila grinned at George, standing beside the twin.

"The fact that I wasn't your first pick, George, means no sex for three weeks," Angelina said sharply.

"Oi!" Mr. Johnson cried. "I don't need to hear any of this!"

"Angelina," Fred said with a smirk.

"Fred!" Alicia cried. Aquila laughed, glancing at Angelina.

"Alicia," George shrugged. "Two can play at that game, dear brother."

"Mr. Johnson," Fred spoke up.

"Potter," George said immediately.

"Sorry, Lee, but we're the best team over here," Fred grinned.

The teams decided, they accio'd the quaffle and placed it in the middle.

"Right, twin against twin," Aquila dictated. "And we'll need something to differeniate you two..." A wave of her wand and George's hair turned black. "To match our team," she said simply.

"This better change back," George warned.

"Oh, what are you going to do? Cry to Angelina?"

"Better not," Angelina countered.

The match was rough. With everyone fighting over the quaffle, elbowings and shovings happened so frequently that eventually the match was a draw and laughing and shoving each other they all landed.

"You want to learn how to fly?" Aquila questioned Dudley, as she approached him. She was biting her lip, almost as if expecting him to debunk her.

"But I don't have magic," Dudley admitted.

"Oh, I know. You don't need it. The broom has all of the magic." She switched which hand was holding the broom and tilted her head. "You up for it?"

"Um, sure... I'm not going to die or anything, right?"

"No," she giggled. "It'll be fun, come on." She took his hand, pulling him off the bench and to the middle of the pitch. "If you think you're going to fall, fall. I can catch you with a simple spell. Don't try to save it. You'll just end up hurting yourself."

"I'm not going high, right?"

"No," she agreed. Throwing her broom to the ground, she positioned him beside it, his hand outstretched. "Now, to get it up, you have to talk to it. Usually a command like 'up' works. My broom is very forgiving, so she shouldn't give you too much of a problem."

"Um, okay..." Dudley scrunched up his face, as if concentrating on some force in his hands. "Up?"

"Firmer, like you're reprimanding it," she giggled. "Up!"

The broom shot up at her command, and Dudley grasped it, feeling the power in it. At least, she hoped he did. "Do you feel it?" He hesitated, before nodding. "That's magic. It's been infused into the broom since it first began being shaped. It's powerful, isn't it?"

"Is this what you always feel?" he asked. "When you use your wand, or fly?"

"Yeah," she admitted. "Not as strong, all the time, but it's always there. Amazing, right? Now, stick your leg over... you know how." He carefully did so, gnawing on his lip as he balanced on his toes. "Now, gently..." She gripped his forearms so that he wouldn't go too fast, "push off the ground. Not too much force."

"I'm not sure about this," Dudley said immediately.

"You're fine," she insisted gently. "I'm right here."

He pushed off, hovering for a few seconds. "Woah."

He teetered dangerously, so she had him move a bit forward on the broom, to find his balance spot. "After a bit of practice you find it naturally," she explained. "How is it?"

"A bit rocky. Not as steady as when you're driving." She smiled. "But.. okay."

"Lean forward a tad, like you're going to tell me a secret," she said quietly. The broom slowly moved as he willed it. He was really gnawing on his lip though. "And backwards a little."

"I don't know if I like this," Dudley said slowly as he began to move backwards."

"Will the broom up."

"Uh, no thank you."

"Dudley," she giggled. "It's not going to hurt you."

"I'm perfectly fine at this height, thank you very much." She sighed, giving up, letting him hover in front of her. Her body moved closer to him, pulling the lip from between his teeth with a few of her fingers. "What?"

"You're going to chew it off," she teased. She kissed him lightly and the broom faltered slightly as he broke concentration on it. "Woah, woah, keep concentrating."

"That's really bloody difficult when your very beautiful girlfriend starts to snog you," he muttered.

"Is it?" she questioned. She kissed him forcefully, then, surprising him and the broom dropped under his feet, landing on the grass and he stepped towards her, almost kicking the broom away. She'd yell at him later. Her fingers dug into his shirt, pulling him closer, and his own dug into her hips, as if trying to sink into her skin. It was painful, briefly, but she was able to ignore it easily enough as he guided her towards where the benches were, all the while not breaking their kisses.

She could barely breath, her lungs on fire, as her knees knocked into the bench and she was forced to sit, Dudley still standing, like a pressing force, hovering over her, her neck tilted at an angle to try and accompany their height difference. His fingers dug under her jersey, and carressed her bare skin, making her sigh softly into his mouth. Her own hands were trailing down his chest, as his rose up the sides of her ribcage, and she paused her hands just over his heart as his carressed the side of her breasts.

She sucked in a sharp breath as his palm snuck under her sports bra, and the warm flesh against her own was startlingly different, but good. He palmed her breast, making her moan into his mouth, their mouths breaking contact as her head tilted partially in pleasure. His kisses immediately descended on her neck, nipping at her pulse point. And suddenly they were flipped so that he was sitting on the bench, and her legs were straddling him, his hands still in the same position, and his mouth still suckling on her collar.

"Oh, bloody Merlin," she whispered as his other hand, the one not fondling her breast, was playing with the waistband of her shorts, and then it dipped inside, only touching her hip, but making her let out a shuddering breath. She moved her head, forcing their lips to meet once more. She brought her hips closer to his, and despite the fabric between them, felt his excitement, furthering her own. Her hands moved from his chest, and dipped underneath the hem of his shirt, gripping his sides and pulling him closer to her.

"We really-" he murmured, before giving her a firm kiss, "shouldn't," another, "do this," this time the kiss was harder, as if more urgent, "here." He punctuated his sentence by the hand on her hip going lower until it was gripping her arse, and he jerked her body closer to his. It created a friction and her breath hitched at the sensation.

"I disagree," she murmured.

"You're not wearing panties."

She loved the way he moaned it out. "Difficult to in spandex," she replied. He groaned again, both of his palms squeezing slightly, making her break the kiss and throw her head back with a gasp. It caused that delicious friction she craved. "Please," she begged, her lips touching his own. "Touch me."

"Bloody hell," he murmured. The hand on her breast shifted slightly, and she arched her back into him as the other on her hip removed itself, instead ghosting along her front. His digits inside of her coupled with the tweaking of her nipple caused her to moan into him, to let her own hands go to his shorts, and she unbuttoned the button, panting slightly. Merlin, she wanted him so bad. She tugged at the zipper and her head fell back with a small cry as he added another finger, her pleasure building.

He was ready for her. As she gathered some breath to her, she tugged at the waistband of his boxer shorts and he sprang to. "You'll have to show me," she murmured to him, "what to do." He took one of her hands, with the one that had been fondling her breast, and pressed it to her.

"Then you'll have to take over here. Unless you know some sort of magic trick that gives me another arm."

She giggled breathlessly, her hips moving with his fingers. "I wish." But she did as requested, never having done any of this before. Her and Cedric had been... a one time thing, rushed, hurried, over. This was entirely new. Her other hand was in Dudley's now and he gently wrapped it around himself, biting his lip to stiffle a groan as his eyes shut. As he guided her hand up and down his shaft, his fingers inside of her kept up the pace, and she was murmuring his name between breaths, the pace increasing and increasing.

"Fuck," she murmured as he added another finger, bringing her so much closer to the edge of something sweet. And then his thumb did something, touch something on her that caused her to cry out, burying her face into his shoulder, and she crashed down. And he was seconds behind her, his hips suddenly bucking into her hand. And once everything was spent, she released her hand on herself and himself, feeling a little sticky, but more satisfied than anything in her life.

"I love you so much," she murmured.

"I love you more."

She breathed into the crook of his neck, feeling boneless, and heeling his own arms wrap around her waist, hugging her to him. "That was bloody amazing," she whispered. "Can we do that again sometime?"

"Anytime you want," he chuckled.

She sighed quietly, kissing his pulse. "I've never... done that before."

"Really?" he asked, surprised. "I would have thought, with... you know-"

"Sort of a bit ... not fun," she shrugged. "This was fun... I liked it."

"Good," he murmured. "I did, too." He kissed her shoulder. "You're bloody beautiful, you know that?"

"Tell me something I don't know," she giggled. She sighed. "We should probably head back to the Manor, huh?"

"I suppose." She really didn't want to, but she gathered her strength and pulled off of him, fishing for her wand in the grass and casting a cleansing charm on the pair of them, ridding of the evidence. She then grabbed her broom and strode back over to him, buttoning his pants, since he already seemed to get everything else situated.

"We could just stay out here," she offered airly.

"I think Mum and Dad are waiting for a moment of Muggle peace," he chuckled. "But... if I had my way, I would definitely stay here."

"They can drive," she continued, biting her lip coyly. "We can portkey."

He kissed her quickly, nibbling at her lip, before pulling away. "I need to behave."

"Not complaining," she reminded him. But she took his hand and they walked back to the Manor, both smiling to themselves just a little bit, basking in their secret - because Aquila knew if her mother found out she'd never see the light of day again.