"As opposed to Quidditch being- not important?" George Weasley's eyebrows shot up.
"Yeah, Ollie-boy. Are you saying our matches aren't at all *important* to you?" Angelina asked demandingly, her black eyes staring straight at the tall and ruggedly handsome 7th year.
"Don't you *love* us, Ollie-Bollie?" Fred Weasley whined.
"I for one am feeling
a little un-loved," declared Katie, twisting
Angelina's hair into black textured plaits. She looked at Oliver with unwavering
brown eyes, daring him.
"Bloody hell, I love you all," grumbled Oliver, crossing his arms over his robes.
"Me too, right?" Alicia giggled slightly.
"Of course. And especially our Harry, who is going to do absolutely fabulous today."
"I'll do my best.
I feel so much better with you loving me and all,"
Harry grinned slightly from his slouched position on his red poof underneath
a painting of a large rock that surprisingly did not move.
"As you should!" Oliver beamed. He started walking towards the door that lead out to the grassy fall Quidditch field, all of the members following grudgingly behind them, shining broomsticks in hand and shoulders a little slumped. His team just didn't have any get up and go today. But then again, Oliver had at least two cinnamon buns for breakfast which may had been the cause of his extreme peppiness. Only one member stayed inside the lounge, looking disdainfully at Oliver's back. She definitely didn't have any cinnamon buns at breakie- but the rest of the team didn't really notice and wouldn't until they started passing the Quaffle around and found that they didn't have a third chaser.
"Most important practice of the year, my foot!" she thought silently, peering up at the stone ceilings.
Katie sighed softly, crossing and uncrossing her legs on the scarlet sofa, her bottom lip sticking out a little. Today just wasn't the day to practice. For one, she had miserably failed Snape's 6th Year Potions test earlier this morning because she had sort of mixed up the Heffleriteus and the Heleferinus roots and had cut them into diagonals rather than into triangles. And she had failed the test because earlier Madam Pomfrey had taken one look at her and had declared her "white as a ghost" and had made her take this foul tasting medicine that slid down your throat like slimy frog guts.
Of course, it had make her cheeks insatiably rosy all day and she could've sworn her milky white skin was turny a rather bronze color. It had made her feel slightly better, but it made it a little bit harder to concentrate in Potions 6 when your skin was turning colours.
Then, after Potions with
the dreaded Snape (who had yelled directly in her ear and made her slightly
deaf in the left ear drum), she had
Arithmancy 4 with Professor Vector and it had turned out that she had charted
her numbers the wrong way. The horror of not being able to tell the future!
And now she had to go out and play Quidditch. Normally, this was the high point
of her day (with very few exceptions), but now she was just...
So tired. Her eyelids blinked softly, looking at the gold framed picture of a prince being crowned King of Spain, grinning valiantly at Katie and winking his right eye at her. She stuck her tongue out at him, and slowly let herself lay down on her back on the very comfy couch. Katie edged her shoulders more comfortably into the mock-patchwork pillow. Her eyelids blinked again, this time more slowly.
She smiled softly, dropping her Cleansweep Seven onto the Turkish rug on the stone floors. She yawned, her mouth opening wide. God, she was just so very tired. Wanted to go to sleep. No... Playing Quidditch. Had to get up... And go play Quidditch.
"No, dammit! Want
to sleep, going to sleep!" her brain yelled at her.
So she let her body completely relax against the comforting couch, and her brain
slid away and the shores of sleep approached her, lapping up against her legs,
torso, and finally her eyes drifted shut, and she let herself fall into a lovely
hazy sleep trance. She wasn't exactly asleep, she was just..In a lovely median
where she was comfortable... And warm... And ooh, no, no sleeping, Katie...
The hot sand grazed her legs as she woke up, on a beach. The sound of the ocean tide splashing up against the shore was the only thing she could hear, apart from the sound of her own breathing. The hot sun felt as though it was pouring down from the sky and she looked around, puzzled. "How'd I manage to get here?" Katie asked herself as she stood up, brushing the sand from her quiddich robe. It was way too hot to be wearing robes on a beach like this, she told herself, pulling the robes up and over her head, throwing them on the ground next to her. She looked down, expecting to see jeans and a t-shirt.
She was wearing a black two-piece bikini.
"Hold on, what's going on? Number one, I was wearing jeans and a t-shirt when I got up this morning. Number two, I don't wear bikinis. Number three, how'd I get so hot?"
Sunglasses appeared on the grass, neatly folded on her robes.
"Sunglasses? How thoughtful, I do care about my eyes' exposure to deadly UV rays and practice never looking directly into the sun."
She slipped them on.
"Escaping quiddich for the beach, are we now?"
Startled, she looked around.
Oliver Wood was walking towards her, barefooted, wincing slightly as he took each step.
And naked.
Or practically.
"Oliver! Put some bloody clothes on! I'm seeing too much!" she screamed, jumping up.
Unfazed by the squealing girl in front of him, he continued his lazy swagger of a walk.
"What are you doing here?" she asked, confused.
He grinned.
"I'm here, because your subconscious wants me to be here."
"I, it, whatever, want no such thing! Why would I want you on a beach next to me?" she said, furious. "And by any chance, have you got a drink?"
He snapped his fingers and a rounded tray in his hand, two pineapple drinks resting upon it with little pink umbrellas embedded in the icy wetness. He handed one to her, and she took it, surprised.
He took his pink lips and wrapped them delicately around the straw, sucking slightly and making his already high cheekbones all the more defined, all the while languidly looking at Katie from hooded eyelids.
Katie crossed her arms over her chest, aghast at the amount of chest showing - his and hers.
"Go on, have a sip. It's nice, like, all frosty and cool and the creamed coconut slips down your throat all lovely."
She stared at him, and he motioned at her drink. The hot sun was causing it to condense and tiny beads of water were forming on the cool, clear surface, enough to make her shiver as they dropped from the glass onto her long, finely shaped hands.
"Go on! It doesn't taste that bad. I'm not that horrid at drinkmaking, if you ask me."
She rolled her eyes at him and tentatively sucked on the straw, the liquid moving up and into her mouth and down her throat. Her lips puckered slightly.
"Oliver! There's alcohol in this! What, are you trying to get me drunk? Do you have plans to intoxicate me and make me lose my senses, then RAPE ME?"
He cocked his head slightly, puzzled. "Wasn't what you imagined?" He snapped his fingers together again. "Try it now." Seeing her hesitation, he sighed. "Honestly, Kathleen, I have no plans to bodily force myself into you."
"Oliver Wood, number one, don't call me Kathleen, number two, -"
"Number two, if I plan to have inhonorable intentions towards a fine lady like yourself, I plan for you to quite enjoy it." He chewed on the straw a bit. "Go on. Try it again."
She glared fiercely at the tall, strapping, smirking boy in front of her. She put her lips on the straw and took in the liquid a second time, this time enjoying the full and creamy taste of pineapple and mango mixed together.
He raised an eyebrow. "Pleasurable?"
In response she lifted the straw, licking the off-white drink off and letting it lazily drip into her mouth.
He came closer to her. "I'll take that as a yes," he said in a whisper. She caught a faint smell of coconut on his breath and she looked up into his light brown eyes, losing herself in the gold flecks she saw in them.
"Kathleen. Are you deliberately trying to make me want to kiss you?" he said, his upper lip curling upwards in another smirk.
She parted her lips, ready to let a wry comeback escape them. Oliver leaned in and captured her lips with his own.
Katie felt her knees shake, threatening to give way beneath her. A strong hand raked through her hair, holding her head to his. She pushed her body closer to his, enjoying the feel and firmness of his sun-kissed skin, delighting in the friction she found between them. God, he was such a good kisser. Her lips moved against his fervently, trying in vain to get closer. A small moan formed in the back of her throat and worked its way out.
He broke the kiss, moving to her throat and kissing the place where her delicate skin pulsed and jumped with the movement of her life beat. He bent his head forward, slightly brushing his lips against her neck. Aching for more, she tipped her head back, allowing him to fully go to work on the area. His breath on her slightly wet skin made her tremble as she moved her body, the feel of him moving with her making her go insane.
The swelling of his lower regions was hard against her thigh, causing her to shudder again. She couldn't believe the power they held over each other.
"Urghhhh"
groaned Oliver. "You tasteso good"
They broke away from each other, panting, their arms around each other, his
hands tangled in her hair and hers enjoying the feel of his broad, muscular
back.
He stared at her, his lips pouty and full. She moved her hands around to the front of him, grazing his chest and pushing him down onto the hot sand. Oliver felt an electric current jolt through his body as she toppled on top, straddling him. He felt her hotness seeming to burn through her black bikini, making his hips buck up in lust and his back arch, a sigh escaping her lips.
His body hummed with pure desire, his tousled head lolling in the sand. He closed his eyes briefly to savor the intense pleasure of clothed warmth shifting a little on top of him; he started to feel her warm tongue dipping in and out of the hollow of his neck.
"Kay" he couldn't finish her name as her mouth was suddenly on top of his, kissing him passionately. His arms went up and around her shoulders, pressing her to him. She writhed on top of him, making his lower body ache for her. She reacted to that ache she felt, causing him to gasp with surprise as she moved a hand down, circling the area she felt pressed against her hips. She broke the kiss and left him staring at her, wide-eyed, staring at her swollen lips, as she moved her hand up and down in the slowest of motions for only an instant before bringing it up again to rest on the sand.
"Please?" he choked breathlessly, his bronzed chest rising up and down quickly with every intake of breath. "Need Need"
"What do you need?" Katie leaned down and breathed hotly into his ear, sending shivers up his spine in the sand. "Tell me." She rose up, kneeling, with the apex of her legs no longer in contact with his. He winced at the loss of the incredible hotness of it. She smirked, knowing that she was causing the reactions in his body.
He licked his lips, and closed his eyes halfway, giving a dazed look. "I need-" and before he could finish, he had flipped her over in the sand so that now she was lying down on her back, her legs instinctively on each side of his warm torso, and he on top of her, only his arms supporting him in the sand. His lips went down and captured hers again, desperately wanting- wanting Dream Oliver couldn't describe it. All he knew was that there was this intense throbbing coming from below and that she was whimpering deep in her throat and it just made him throb more.
Her engorged lips opened up to his mouth and swiftly, his tongue was slipping in her mouth over her own tongue and their tongues were sliding over and under and it was making the Chaser throb- in places she had no idea existed. Her hips rose up to meet his and her body was stroking furiously against his, intense pleasure spreading throughout her body. Her toes curled slightly at the lovely sensations, and she tightened the grip of her legs around Oliver's sunned back.
The friction was making him somewhat insane with need, and the fact that she was rubbing against him just as much as he was rubbing against her just made him blazingly hotter. His lips trailed down Katie's face, maneuvering his hands so they were brushing up against her sides. He began suckling tentatively on her golden neck, as her right arm went around his back to caress the soft skin there, while both of their swimsuit-clad lower bodies were still moving frantically together. She kneaded his shoulder blade, and gasped as Oliver lightly blew on the wet spot he made on her neck. He ground farther into her clothed heat.
Katie realized that in the back of her mind, this was the principle of her Well, naughtiest thoughts. But, the instinct in her was focused on arriving to that happy little death and it was even harder to think when Oliver started sucking on her neck again. He gave a heady moan against her skin, and oh GOD, she was so close Just needed a little more and Oliver's eyes snapped open wide and they were looking right at each other, writhing recklessly against each other and it was so so so hot and she just needed One More
"Kaaattttttie" he sighed. "KATIE!"
And suddenly, she was ripped out of her dreaming state, her shoulders being shaken by someone with strong hands. She woke to find her own hands rhythmically gripping the sofa in the Quidditch Lounge, her now normally clothed body holding in a sheen of sweat. Katie gasped and lifed her head off the pillow, looking frantically around the room, noticing that she was definitely going to need a change of knickers. She took in some heavy breaths, and found the real Oliver Wood looking especially concerned.
"Are you All right?" his eyebrows furrowed at her, his thick Scottish accent not helping the arousal still coursing through her body. "You were sort of" he flushed red for a moment, "yelling my name."
Katie wiped the bead of sweat forming on her forehead and looked at him, pupils obviously still dialated. "Nightmare," she stated slightly out of breath, at the same time realizing that she wasn't supposed to fall asleep. Or dream about the Quidditch Captain, either. She gulped a little, raking her hair back and sitting upright. "Had a dream We lost the Quidditch Match against Slythering and you and Harry fell off your broomsticks."
Even under her pressuring circumstances, she had to giggle slightly inside at her wicked lie.
"No!" his face stopped turning red. "You don't think it's an omen, do yeh, Kate?"
Katie shook her head, and bit her lip. "Well, I never got to finish the Nightmare And I'm all sweaty and gross and I think I may need to take a very long shower."
Oliver waved his hand about. "You were going to get sweaty playing Quidditch with me anyway."
Her eyes went wide. "You mean the team, right?"
"Er... Yes, that was
what we were talking about, right?" Oliver looked completely bewildered.
Katie nodded quickly. "Yeah, of course. I'm heading off for the showers,"
she declared hastily, and rushed out of the lounge before Oliver could ask any
more questions.
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The next chapter, "Chocolate Combustion," should be up soon.
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