AN: A *slightly* belated birthday drabble for Angie (thetourguidebarbie/Angelikah) based on one of her "bribe" prompts.

This is nsfw.

Also, I got so many wonderful reviews lately so I just wanted to say thank you :) You guys are awesome!

"HP AU: Klaus is one of the best pro quidditch chasers in the league, and Caroline is the rookie chaser on his team that thinks he's an arrogant ass (and isn't afraid of saying it)"


Two angry figures landed on the ground and hopped off their brooms, effectively interrupting the regular morning practice.

"What the hell was that?!" the blonde yelled at the man with sandy curls, who was smirking rather arrogantly.

"I'd call it quite a splendid maneuver, love, although somehow I get the feeling you don't agree," he explained all coy, peeking at her from under his eyelashes.

The girl didn't buy his innocent act one bit. "Somehow you get the feeling I don't agree? Gee, I don't know, maybe, maybe because we were supposed to practice reverse passes and all you do is show off! Chelmondiston Charge, really, Klaus? Really?!" Her finger dug into his chest, making him wince slightly, much to her satisfaction.

The rest of the team hit the ground shortly afterwards, observing the sparring match from the safe distance. To be honest, the sight of those two fighting had become a common occurrence by now - didn't mean it was any less entertaining. Enzo and Lucien exchanged knowing looks. Silas, their trainer, joined them as well, following the argument with amusement etched on his face.

My two talented cupcakes, too precious for this world, he mused internally, blessing the day he'd decided to draft Caroline Forbes.

Cradling her finger in his hand, Klaus leaned towards the blonde. "Do I hear a trace of jealousy, Caroline? My nose still hurts after your failed attempt at Transylvanian Tackle last week," he goaded her, his thumb drawing patterns on her palm.

"That was on purpose, you ass," she seethed, snatching her hand away from his grasp - and doing her best to ignore the way her skin itched with want under his touch.

Head thrown back, he dared to laugh at that. Laugh. "Perhaps it was. But haven't you ever wondered, sweetheart?"

"I am not your sweetheart. And wondered about what, exactly?" she asked in spite of herself.

His mouth hovered dangerously close to her ear, the lilting timbre of his voice sending shivers down her body when he sang in that husky tone of his. "I've been at this game years longer than you. Haven't you ever entertain the idea what you could learn from the man of my...experience?" Smirking, as he heard her low gasp at his words, Klaus whispered heatedly, "Ah, the things I could teach you, Caroline," and then ambled away.

As she glared at his back, hands clenched in fists, she admitted, albeit reluctantly -

Point, Klaus.


And to think, months ago, she had actually been excited at the prospect of getting to know Klaus.

That seemed like such an abstract idea now, Caroline mused, washing off all the remnants of today's practice.

Well, almost all of them. Too bad the shower couldn't erase the burn of his touch on her skin.

Living across the Atlantic, she had never had much chance at meeting the famous chaser personally. Yes, Caroline had done a year at Hogwarts as an exchange student but by the time she graduated, Klaus had already been playing for the big leagues. Back at home, she had clawed her way to the top, fighting with the sexist attitudes that still plagued the sport in some instances.

When she got drafted by one of the best English teams, Manchester Hybrids, Caroline didn't hesitate for a second. Truthfully, she was excited with the opportunity to play side by side with the famous Klaus Mikaelson.

To her utmost shame, she might have had a bit of a crush on him back then.

Only to find out he would turn into the bane of her existence.

It appeared as if it was above Klaus-freaking-Mikaelson to play with a "bloody American chit".

Objectively speaking, Caroline knew she was talented. She wouldn't be here if she wasn't. And yet, Klaus seemed to carry the notion that he was too good to co-operate with a fellow chaser.

Always taunting her with his remarks.

Always finding something to pick at, regarding her technique or style.

Her technique was flawless. Klaus Mikaelson would be one lucky man to experience her technique.

Obviously, as far as her crush went, she was well and truly cured.

Almost.

Caroline shivered at the memory, her hand lathering her chest with body wash, dipping down to her abdomen…

There was that one time.

The Tryst-That-Shall-Not-Be-Named.

The whole team had been out celebrating their win against Chelsea Pygmy Puffs, some dingy pub on Diagon Alley their first stop. Firewhiskey was pouring down in streams, with Caroline in seventh heaven as everyone was congratulating her on her success.

She had scored more points than Klaus. No one, not even their third chaser, Lucien (who had been playing for Hybrids almost as long as Mikaelson) had ever managed to do that.

Perhaps it was the reason why Klaus' bite annoyed her more than ever. Between the exchanged insults, they had wandered off to the far corner of the pub.

And all Caroline knew was that one moment she was calling him a dick, then licking at those beautiful crimson lips the next, the taste of firewhiskey scorching against her tongue.

His hands palming the back of her thighs as he staggered to the bathroom with her wrapped tightly around his body...

Her fingers threading through those dirty blond curls as her legs, hooked over his shoulders, bracketed his head...

His cock sliding into her from behind the moment she apparated them into her hotel room, his breath hot on her neck...

The cool surface of the mirror against her back as Klaus took her on the vanity table, the furniture shaking with the power of his long deep thrusts...

His lips exploring every inch of her body, warm, tender. Demanding. Whispering all the filthy things he imagined doing to her against her skin...

Caroline had no idea when but her hand travelled down to find her clit. With a loud cry, she came, breathlessly slumping down the shower wall.


[Few days later]

They had won but barely.

"Where is he?!" Caroline strutted into the men's locker room, fury lighting up her eyes.

Guys started their usual whistling and joking but as soon as they saw the murderous expression on her face, the room fell silent. Hurriedly gathering their things, all left one by one, muttering goodbyes.

"He's in the shower, Gorgeous, don't spill any blood, alright?" Enzo mumbled on his way out.

She nodded in acknowledgement although she would lie if she said she wasn't tempted.

"Klaus!" she yelled, heading towards the showers like a woman on a mission. Opening the door, she was momentarily startled by the sight before her.

He had clearly just finished showering, hair damp with water and towel swinging low on his hips, revealing quite the mouth-watering sight of his v-line. With a gulp, she glanced up, only to find him staring back at her with that self-knowing smirk.

But she hadn't come here to ogle him. No matter how appetizing the view.

"What is your goddamn problem, Klaus?" she bit out, her eyes shooting daggers at him.

"Problem? I don't believe I have any, no," he drawled, his brow arching up.

Caroline huffed in frustration. "Okay, let me rephrase that. What is your problem with me?"

"Apart from the fact you quite rudely interrupted my post-match routine?" He crossed his arms and leaned against the wall, looking at her lazily.

"I know you have no problems working with women, Marcel told me that much," she went on as if she hadn't heard him. "And I see how you treat Gia myself." She took a step in his direction. "So it must be me." Another step. "What is it?" Despite the control she tried to hold, her voice wavered.

"I have no idea what you're talking about, love," he replied stubbornly.

"Really?" Caroline bristled through her teeth. "So you weren't, I don't know, passing the Quaffle over me any time I had a better shot?"

"That's debatable."

Her patience was hanging by the thread. "Bullshit! You knew I had a better shot. Any rookie would be able to see that." They were only inches away now, and she could smell the woodsy fragrance of his shower gel, mixed with the unique scent that was purely Klaus. Then a certain thought hit her. "Is it because we slept together?"

Something that she couldn't quite describe crossed his eyes, adding to her irritation at him. Pushing her body flush against his half-naked frame, Caroline found herself growing rather reckless. But maybe he needed to be taught a lesson. A dirty one.

Her mouth looming over his ear, she whispered, "I still think about it sometimes, you know?" With soft strokes of her fingers, she began drawing circles around his navel. "About your hands on my breasts, your tongue licking me everywhere. Do you know how fast, how hard I come when I pleasure myself thinking of you, fucking me?"

They were both breathing so fast she almost didn't hear him.

"No," he rasped.

"No, what?" she asked confused. His muscles flexed under her touch and he bucked his hips against her pelvis. Which was very distracting.

With a slight tilt of his head, his mouth stopped inches from hers. "It's not because we slept together. No matter how much I treasure the memory," he sang against her lips.

"Then why?"

"It's complicated."

"Tell me," Caroline implored, her hand darting to fist in his towel.

Klaus shivered. "I care." His voice was quiet.

"W-what?"

"You possess a great talent, Caroline," he stated earnestly. "But I've seen many gifted players gone to waste because they were coddled. Silas can be like that sometimes. You may be an amazing chaser, love, in fact you are one, but you still need to learn."

There were no appropriate words for the extent of her shock. What did he mean? What did it mean?

"So that's what all this was about? Picking at every little detail, making me work for it that much harder, taunting me? You wanted to teach me a lesson?" she asked incredulously.

Slightly shaking his head, he explained, "No. But to make you reach your full potential? For you to get better, to get to the top of your game? Yes. And just to be clear, if I taunted you, it was simply because I couldn't resist. You're quite lovely when you're flustered." His hand cupped her cheek, stroking it with care.

"That's twisted." Came her hoarse response, throat suddenly dry.

He shrugged, as if it was completely normal. "Haven't you beaten me at points one time? Learnt every trick you could to intercept Quaffle? Gone up in British Quidditch Ranking?"

"Okay, so twisted and sweet. Should I swoon now? At this outright manipulation of yours?" she scoffed but he merely shrugged again.

"I don't expect you to. You could let me get dressed, though. Or get naked yourself. It's only fair." His voice purred like honey against her skin, making her nerve endings prickle with anticipation.

But whatever his reasons were, Klaus still had been acting like a total douche for months. Sure, what he had just said might've melted her heart - but it wouldn't melt her panties off. His, on the other hand...

It was probably the devil pouncing on her shoulder but she didn't care.

"Nah, I don't think so. See, you haven't exactly been playing fair," she mused, her fingers swiftly dancing just above the line of the towel. She felt a shudder pass across his muscles and smiled, looking straight into his darkening eyes. "I guess I could hex you but then, where's the fun in that?"

"Where indeed," he chuckled, sounding out of breath as he made a move to pin her to the wall.

She resisted. "Nope. We're going to do it my way." In one quick move, his towel was off, with her hands trapping his hips to the wall as Caroline went down on her knees.

"What are you doing?"

"My own version of Transylvanian Tackle," she quipped, a playful spark in her eyes.

"Sweetheart, I…" he gasped when her fingers wound around his thick length.

He was hot and throbbing in her hand, already hardening as she started gently jerking him off. With a look cast at Klaus, she noticed him gritting his teeth, as if to hold back a moan. Heat coiled in her belly both at the sight and the thought that she had him at her mercy. "You were saying?" she teased with a sultry smile before flicking her thumb against the tip of his cock.

That drew a low moan from him, his fingers delving into her hair, "Caroline."

"I love how you moan my name," she whispered, holding his gaze, then swept her tongue along his shaft. Nails dug into his muscled thigh, her other hand closed around him, her eyes still fixed on his - she licked at him a few more times. Focusing on the tip, she swirled around it playfully, revelling in the salty taste of his pre-cum.

With one last lick, she slowly slid him into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing out as she started sucking immediately. Her head bobbing up and down, Klaus' groans rang in her ears, the gravel in his voice making her skin simmer with arousal. Gently, she nipped at the thick veins on his cock, the responding tug at her curls sending a jolt of heat between her legs. Her tongue roamed and grazed shamelessly, hands darting up to fondle his balls. He was so hot and thick in her mouth while his fingers scratched across her scalp, sparking goosebumps all over her skin.

Caroline could feel her panties getting wet and she was very much tempted to sink her fingers into her throbbing pussy. But that would be a distraction and she was distracted enough as it was. Sucking harder, with Klaus' cock thickening and pulsing under her tongue, she listened to his promises, blurted out under his breath. All the things he wished to do with her. Incoherent. Rushed.

His hips bucked feverishly and he hit the back of her throat, almost making her gag. He muttered an apology, then uttered seconds later, "Caroline...I'm close, I'm…"

She kept going regardless, blood thudding in her ears as she dragged her teeth under his length. With rugged curses and stifled moans, he spilled his release into her mouth, jerking his hips. In stark contrast, his fingers trailed through her hair in a soft caress as she tilted back her head and caught his gaze. Something primal flashed in those pale blue eyes when he watched her swallow his come and sweep her tongue over her lips.

His body sagged against the wall, yet still, Klaus managed to pull her up for a kiss, moaning into her mouth as he tasted himself on her. It was hungry and rough, all tongue and teeth, and hands roaming greedily. Tracing her spine. Cupping her ass. Digging into her hips.

Her breaths coming in shallow gasps, Caroline pulled back from his arms, hand placed on his chest to stop him from coming for another toe-curling kiss.

"That was bloody fantastic love," he murmured, clearly awestruck.

"Good." Her matter-of-factly tone seemed to break him out of his haze. A little. "Now listen for a change. While I appreciate your concern, which was, like I said, kind of creepy but sweet - I am not your trainee. I am your teammate and you should treat me like one."

That raised his brow. "You treat all your teammates like that?"

Caroline smiled sweetly. "That's not for you to know." Drawing closer to peck his lips, she whispered - "At least not yet" - against his mouth and turned around, leaving him naked and astounded.

With a toss of her hair, she strutted towards the door but not before throwing one last taunt over her shoulder. "You owe me an orgasm, by the way. And a dinner."

Klaus chuckled, delighted.

Point, Caroline.


So what did you think about my very first Harry Potter AU? Did the smut work for you? Something you really liked or didn't?

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Till next time ;)