Oliver's Point of View

I had a half naked Fiona O'Brian sitting on my lap when the Weasley twins walked into my compartment. Talk about being caught in a compromising situation. Eh, I wasn't as bad as her, at least I still had my shirt on.

I had been dutifully working on Quidditch plays and waiting for the rest of the Gryffindor team to come find me in the usual compartment when Fiona O'Brian, a very attractive blonde seventh year Ravenclaw burst in. I set my playbook down and smirked at her.

"And what brings you here Miss O'Brian," I said, somewhat suggestively. Luckily Fiona picked up on this and replied similarly.

"Well Oliver, I was going to change into my school robes, but it seems this compartment is taken," she replied flirtatiously, stepping closer.

Bullshit. The train hadn't even left the station yet, and she didn't have her robes with her.

"Well go ahead, I won't mind" I said as I winked.

And with that she was straddling me on the bench, attacking me with her lips. The train hadn't even left yet and I was already getting some action from one of the most attractive girls in the school. It's going to be a good year. I smiled against her lips at the thought.

I then ran my tongue across her bottom lip, trying to deepen the kiss. I grabbed her ass pulling her towards me. As she moaned into my mouth at the contact, I shoved my tongue into her mouth, causing both of us to groan. I began to slip her shirt off, and then threw it on the floor.

That's when Fiona got really into it. And I mean really into it. Not that I'm complaining. She began to roll her hips against mine, grinding into me as she trailed kisses up and down my neck and jaw. She definitely felt my boner. She came back up to my lips and then began to touch me through my pants.

Man this girl was good.

I pulled by mouth away from hers and began kissing and nipping at her neck. Her hand undid my belt and slipped down my pants, where she proceeded to give me one of the best handjobs I've ever had. And I've had a lot of handjobs. I guess as we got older, girls got better at pleasuring us males.

It must be something special about going into your seventh year at Hogwarts.

Fiona had just been starting to pull off my shirt when the door opened.

And that's how to Weasley's found me: Out of breath with a raging boner and a half naked girl's hand down my pants.

Fantastic.

It's not that my... escapades are a secret, but I still don't want people to see me getting in on with someone. That's just sick.

That's when I realized the twins weren't alone. Fred had some girl over his shoulder, I couldn't tell who. Whoever it was had a nice ass.

"What the bloody hell are you two doing this time?" I asked

"We could ask you the same thing Ollie" replied George.

I cringed. I hated that nickname. The twins just loved to embarrass me. I think it was pretty obvious what I was doing, but that didn't stop them from asking.

That's when Fred decided to set down whatever slut he had this time.

I didn't recognize the girl, and trust me, if I had met her before, I would have remembered. She was hot. Forget Fiona, this girl was way more attractive. My eyes raked over her body, taking in her whole appearance. The ends of her elbow length light brown hair were dyed blonde, and with her slightly wavy hairstyle, they made her look a little beachy. Her eyes were hid by some reflective aviators that rested on her small, slightly upturned nose. Her soft red lips formed a slight smirk as she looked down at me. Her long legs looked even longer in her light, washed out high waisted shorts. Wow, those were really short. It's no wonder her ass looked so good. Tucked into her shorts was a loose, faded purple tank with some brand name I didn't recognize written across her chest. The arm holes of the shirt were huge, allowing me to get a glimpse of her black lacy bandeau and toned stomach.

The Weasley's always did have good taste.

She took off her sunglasses, revealing large, hazel eyes framed by long, dark lashes. She had some small freckles across her cheeks nose. Then I noticed the look of disgust on her face as she looked at me. Then next to me, where Fiona O'Brian was trying to get her shirt on.

Then it hit me. This girl, who I had never met before, walked in on me hooking up with some girl, only to have me check her out while Fiona sat next to me getting dressed. She probably thought Fiona was by girlfriend or something.

Great.

This mystery girl opened her mouth to speak, and surprisingly, she turned to Fiona.

"Nice shirt," she said sarcastically, with a smirk still playing on her lips.

Fiona looked confused. Sometimes I just couldn't work out why she was a Ravenclaw, she could be so damn dumb at times.

"Uhhhh... thanks, I just got it shipped from a magazine, they were out of stock for a while," Fiona replied uncertainly. Then a look of surprise crossed her face. "Wait... you're... you can't be..." she trailed off.

The girl's smirk grew.

"Yup, that's me." Bloody hell, she's American. The American turned to the Weasleys, "Hey lets go, I think this compartment is... occupied," she said with a glance in mine and Fiona's direction.

As they made to walk out of the door, Fiona stood up abruptly.

"Wait, I'll go." I looked over at her surprised. She turned to the new girl.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to get all starstruck. What's your name?" Who the hell was this new girl? I looked over at Fred and George, who looked as surprised as me.

"I'm Orianna Waverly, nice to meet you," the girl said. I think she was surprised also, Fiona really pulled herself together.

"Uhm... do you think it would be possible for you to maybe get me some of the clothes from the article and catalog? They've been out of stock all summer, this shirt was actually a gift from my aunt and uncle," Fiona asked, blushing.

"I'll see what I can do," Orianna replied, in what seemed to be a much kinder tone than she used before. Fiona walked out, somewhat embarrassed.

WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?

Orianna's Point of View

As that blonde slut walked out of the compartment, I turned back to Fred, George, and their ass of a friend, who were all staring at me open mouthed.

'This is going to be a pain to explain' I thought.

With another glance at the other guy that was in the compartment, I almost shuddered. Fuck, he pissed me off so much. Last thing I remember is Fred and George stepping into the compartment, and next thing I know is, I see this extremely attractive guy going at it with his girlfriend. I could have live a nice happy life without ever seeing that.

Wait, extremely attractive? Where did that come from?

Ok I can't deny it. With his messy brown hair, and golden brown eyes, and his damn good body (yes I could tell), he was definitely one of the hottest guys I've ever seen. And if you can remember, I'm a model.

See I'm ok with people making out with their significant other, I understand it. But on a train? In a compartment with windows? At least lock the door so people like the Weasleys, who I've discovered do not understand the concept of privacy, can't walk in on you.

But then he goes and checks me out. IN FRONT OF HIS GIRLFRIEND. Really? That's just sick. Unless his eyes were roaming my body hungrily for another reason.

I crack myself up.

The girl didn't seem half bad. Sure I caught her getting it on with her boyfriend, but hey, she had good style. I mean, she was wearing my clothes. Well, they weren't my clothes, but I would have had to be blind to not notice that the clothes in the photo shoot were inspired by my wardrobe.

It was actually quite flattering.

Anyway I turned back to the boys in the compartment, who still had questioning looks on their faces. George spoke up first.

"Um, Orianna, how did Fiona recognize you? I thought you were new. And what magazine was she talking about?

I took a deep breath and prepared for the worst.

"Well, I kinda was in a big photo shoot for a major British fashion magazine. I modeled 'American summer fashion' which basically was a higher end version of my closet."

I wish I had a camera. The looks on their faces were priceless.