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Author's Note: I wrote more for ya… enjoy. Includes some sex and whatnot, so beware if you are sensitive or not experiencing sex withdrawal.

Chapter 2

Carefully, and as inconspicuously as possible, Matt and I slipped through the trapdoor in the Ravenclaw staircase.

The second we were inside our brightly lit common room he started kissing me, fumbling to unbutton my shirt as we stumbled toward Robbie's conveniently placed prefect's room.

One perk to being best friends with a good student like Robbie was gaining entrance to his first floor, easy-access room. Of course, Robbie didn't know that Matt and I used his room to shag in; we figured what he didn't know wouldn't hurt him – or get us expelled.

By the time Matt had spoken the special password to get into Robbie's room, I was incredibly turned on. Winter holidays were less than one week away and I was ready to give my sexy boyfriend an unforgettable parting gift. Matt was looking at me in an appraising way, trying with difficulty to undo his belt buckle.

"Need help, baby?" I asked, walking over to him and kneeling. His breath quickened as I slowly undid his belt and unzipped his pants. He leaned against the bed and gripped the post.

"Nella," he managed to groan as I gently pulled his boxers down, "I want you to enjoy this too." He rarely let me give him head, due to the fact that it was so one-sided. Tonight, however, I felt like taking charge. It must have been a combination of the Quidditch and the shaving cream.

"Oh honey, believe me – I will." I replied, taking his already hard dick into my mouth. After that, Matt could do nothing to stop me.

Tenderly, I massaged him with my tongue, smiling to myself as his leg muscles tensed. His hands curled more tightly around the bedpost and he was still breathing as if he had run forty miles.

"Oh Jesus." He moaned. "Please … stop, wait … Nella don't – that feels … so good!"

I waited just a little longer, carefully running my tongue along his now completely erect boner and sucking him lightly. I hummed quietly, knowing the extra vibrations would only intensify his pleasure. (A tip I had learned from the omnipotent Muggle magazine, Cosmopolitan, which my older sister often sent to me from America.)

When he was close to coming, he put his hands on my head, showing me where he needed me. I followed his lead until finally, he came.

I swallowed the bitter cum, grinning as he collapsed on Robbie's four-poster.

"How was it?" I asked, lying down next to him and letting my fingers trace the trail of soft brown hairs that led from his belly button, down.

"Well, those first years from before in the broom closet – you remember them, right? - they were pretty good, but I'd say that you are a close second."

"Oh yeah?" I asked.

"Yeah." He answered. "I wasn't going to tell you, because I didn't want to hurt your feelings or anything, but since you asked…"

He laughed and I joined in. "Well, I bet none of those broom closet first years told you how incredibly sexy and perfect you are." I said, knowing if there was one way to get good sex from Matt, it was flattery.

"They did, in fact, forget to remind me of that." Matt told me, placing his hand at the bottom of my tank top and beginning to slide his hand upwards. I rolled over so I was straddling him.

"Are you ready?" I asked him.

"I'm always ready for you, baby." He answered. I let him lift my shirt over my head before I bent down to kiss him. We traded tongues for the few seconds that it took for him to unhook my bra. Practice had made him quite speedy at this potential obstacle, and before long I was topless.

He rolled us over so he was on top and drew his lips from mine, lowering his head to kiss my chest. He seared a trail from my neck down to my breasts with his hot, sticky kisses. I could feel myself getting wet, and felt my body go limp, helplessly unable to stop the glorious things Matt did to me. (Not that I wanted to, of course.)

"Matt," I whispered in his ear, "I want you now."

Suddenly we heard a flood of voices. It seemed as though the rest of the Ranvenclaws had tired of the shaving cream.

"Fuck!" I said, pulling my pants on and scrambling to find my shirt. "What a mood killer, having fifty other people charge into the vicinity of our shagging room." I added disappointedly.

"Yeah." Matt agreed. "God, what am I supposed to do with this?" he asked, indicating the bulge visible through his jeans. "Its not just gonna go away."

"Think about Snape and Trelawny getting it on." I told him.

"Sick!" He made a face. When he was done pulling his shirt on I opened the door of the room cautiously, first peeking around to see if anyone was watching.

"All clear!" I whispered. We dashed out into the common room and tried to blend innocently with the shaving-cream covered crowd.

Danny walked up to us. "Where have you two been?" He asked, winking at Matt, who grinned. I rolled my eyes at both of them. "Nowhere." I answered and smacked Matt in the arm. He coughed and lamely echoed, "Yeah, nowhere," before grinning again.

Luckily for the boys, Cho wandered over to us as well. She smiled knowingly at me and asked, "Fucking in Robbie's room again?"

"Shut up!" I told her, but laughed. She knew us too well.

Abruptly, Flitwick's angry voice broke into our conversation, and the common room went silent. The Ravenclaw head-of-house squeaked his outrage at the creamy stairway, exhorting the criminal responsible to come forward immediately. I nudged Matt and Danny but they just continued to stare unconcernedly at the tiny Professor. When no one said anything, Flitwick finally squealed;

"Well, off to bed with you then! All of you"

The crowd slowly dispersed, boys and girls leaving for their respective dormitories.

"Rain check for the rest of tonight?" I asked Matt, kissing him lightly on the lips.

"Definitely." He replied, pushing hair out of my eyes. "I owe you."

"You better believe it honey!" I said, giving him one last kiss before following Cho and Tracy up to our room.

It wasn't until I had finished brushing my teeth and shrugging into my pajamas that I realized what was missing.

"Shit!" I yelled.

"What?" Cho asked sleepily.

"I left my bra in Robbie's room!"

So, there is your second installation of the story… sexy, eh? I can write more, but only if you want to know whether Nella gets her bra back! Or whether Cho ever hooks up with Harry!