Chapter Two - Quidditch Hotties – Part I
Romilda, Cormac, and Ginny
Harry gave a sharp wolf whistle from behind her, and Ginny had to fight the urge to turn around and glare at her ex-boyfriend. She continued to look through her lens at Draco, whose face transformed in to something purely sexual as he smirked at his lover.
"Focus!" she said sharply, the pureblood turning back to her, leaving the smirk on his face as he closed his eyes and leant back into the steady stream of water that currently cascaded over every sharp plane and lean muscle.
She had to admit, the man was hot, if a little arrogant and snobbish.
Hearing Romilda repeat the same question three times, she realized Harry must be paying as much attention to the pureblood as she was. The man was, after all, naked and wet; it was hard to look away. Maybe Romilda should have conducted the interview in the club rooms, and not the low wooden bench in the locker room.
Draco opened his eyes and looked directly in to the camera, bringing his arms up to brush his wet hair back from his face, his biceps bulging with the movement, his pectorals and abdomen contracting. She felt her breath catch as she met his piercing silver eyes and suddenly saw what thousands before her must have witnessed.
Draco Malfoy was a god.
"Right," she coughed, pulling back from the lens, busying herself with several buttons, "That should be enough," she told him, refusing to meet his eye.
"No need to blush Ginger, you're tits are about as appealing to me as a bowl full of fried flobber worms," he drawled, turning the shower off and grabbing a nearby towel.
Ginny closed her eyes and took a deep breath, the spell immediately broken. She gritted her teeth to stop herself from giving an equally-scathing remark back, and turned to address Romilda, who was watching their exchange with amusement.
"Any word from Cormac yet?" she asked the brunette, who had just finished with Harry's interview.
Romilda shrugged and Ginny felt her mood grow blacker.
"You did owl him with the time and place?" she asked.
"Of course, and he replied he would be here," Romilda replied mildly, used to Ginny's rapid mood swings.
"Then where the fuck is he?" Ginny asked, stomping back to her camera.
"Maybe he forgot how to use the Floo network," Harry grinned, looking entirely too comfortable sitting there in a towel.
"Maybe he forgot how to tie his laces," Draco countered.
Romilda glowered, being a massive Puddlemere United fan and therefore a Cormac McLaggen fan girl. Other clubs had running jokes about the Keepers lack of intelligence - or rather total arrogance which led people to believe he lacked any sense - but most of it was grossly exaggerated.
"He's not stupid, you know," she said hotly, pursing her lips as she sorted through her papers.
"We didn't say he was stupid," Harry grinned. "Just... special."
"Who's special now?" a voice asked from the doorway.
"Uh..." Harry said unintelligibly, not used to being caught out.
"You," Draco replied cheerily.
"Cormac!" Romilda cried at the same time, jumping to her feet.
"About bloody time," Ginny grumbled, placing a new roll of film in her camera, refusing to watch the man voted Hottest Keeper of all Time - over Oliver Wood - disrobe.
"Harry! Fancy seeing you here," Cormac said, ignoring the various greetings and focussing on The-Boy-Who-Lived.
"Uh... yeah," Harry replied, looking to Draco for help. Draco merely smirked and watched on. Cormac had a bit of a man-crush on The-Boy-Who-Lived-turned-Man-That-Conquered, even though he was completely straight; it was widely believed that it was merely Harry's fame that was the cause of the often uncomfortable attention.
"Where have you been?" Ginny asked, interrupting whatever he had been about to say. "You were supposed to be here an hour ago."
Cormac turned to look at her, as if he had just noticed there were two women in the room.
"Ginny Weasley," he said slowly, his eyes racking from her feet to her head and back again. Ginny crossed her arms over her chest uncomfortably and continued to glare at him.
"Cormac McLaggen," she replied, pursing her lips in a very Molly Weasley fashion.
"Where have you been hiding for the last year?" he drawled, taking a sauntering step toward her.
Ginny shot the other occupants in the room a bewildered look, but Draco and Harry looked like they were about to burst into laughter and Romilda watched on with undisguised lust for the man who was coming on to her friend.
Ginny opened and closed her mouth, for once at a loss for words. Cormac came to a stop in front of her, his hand coming out to stroke her cheek. She slapped the offending appendage away from her and regained her frazzled senses.
"You're late and we don't have all day. Take off your clothes," she practically growled at him, turning back to busy herself with the camera, trying to hide the blush and frantic rise and fall of her chest at his close proximity. He would be much worse if he knew how he affected her.
"For you, anything," he replied cheekily, not moving away as his fingers went to the buttons of his pristine blue robes, which were exactly the same colour as his eyes.
Draco let out a snort and went to sit beside Harry, his hand coming to rest intimately against the other mans knee as the whole room became enraptured with the Keeper getting his kit off in front of them.
"So Harry," Cormac said casually as he draped his robe over a hook in the wall. "Did you manage to get out to the after-party last week?"
"What after-party?" Harry asked, following the other man's fingers as they undid the black dress shirt with his team's emblem emblazoned on the breast. Cormac either didn't notice that everyone was watching this, or he didn't care.
"After the match, on Saturday. There was the hottest bird you have ever seen...big tits, blonde hair..." he said, sliding his toned arms from the shirt and letting it fall to the tiled floor.
Ginny watched as Harry's eyes darted to Cormac's face in disbelief and tried not to laugh.
"As thrilling as this conversation is," Ginny quipped. "Do you think you could hurry up?"
"That eager to see if the rumours are true?" Cormac asked with a disarming grin, forgetting about the buxom blonde.
"What rumours?" Romilda asked eager to hear any fact or fiction from him.
'Always the reporter,' Ginny thought wryly.
"That my foot size really does match my co-"
"Thank you!" Ginny shouted, interrupting him mid-wink.
Draco and Harry were almost doubled over each other with laughter. Cormac quickly shucked off his pants, smirking when the whole room noticed he had gone commando. He didn't seem to mind Ginny interrupting him. In fact, he seemed to enjoy making her uncomfortable.
"We'll do the group shot now, so Harry and Draco don't have to endure you for too long," Ginny muttered tersely, indicating the enlarged shower stall.
"So big tits you say?" Draco asked Cormac, as he removed his towel and stepped back in to the stall.
"Uh...I...yeah, huge," the shorter blonde stuttered, losing his usual confidence. Cormac gulped as the toned, naked man walked toward him, a lazy smirk giving his mouth a teasing lilt. Harry followed behind and turned the water on again, shooting Draco a disapproving look for baiting the Keeper.
"Not too hot?" Harry asked, as Draco opened his mouth to speak again.
"It's fine," the pureblood answered, reaching behind Cormac to pinch Harry's arse. Cormac made a noise and moved, obviously thinking Draco was aiming a little closer to home.
"Relax," Draco teased, his breath washing over Cormac's neck teasingly.
"Draco! Leave the poor man alone or I am going to film you molesting him and send the howlers to your house!" Ginny said sharply, reminding them all why they were there.
"You're just no fun these days," Draco told her, dipping his head under the water, his arms brushing lightly against Cormac's. Harry chuckled when he felt the straight man between them jump again, but schooled his face back into what Draco liked to call his 'Public Pose'.
"Okay, Draco, move a little to the side, that's it. Harry, a little more in to Cormac…go on, it's not gonna kill you! That's it, drape your arm around his shoulder...Thank you!" Ginny instructed from behind her lens, feeling Romilda come up behind her to view the scene better.
"If this isn't a sold-out issue, I am going to eat my notebook," the brunette murmured in her ear.
They watched as Cormac got in to the swing of things, forgetting the inappropriate advances of the man beside him and falling into the familiar poses that had been a major factor of his very public career. The girls watched as they flexed muscles, pushed each other under the water playfully and pouted comically when she instructed them to.
Romilda had to admit that Ginny was in her element at Playwitch. Though the youngest Weasley was using the job as a stepping stone for much higher journalism, she seemed to come alive behind her camera as she bossed around the male models and - in this case - the men in her life. Romilda had always been somewhat jealous of Ginny's comfort around half-naked - or at times, fully naked - men. There was a bravado about her that Romilda found highly enviable.
"Alright, I think I've got enough film for you two to shove off," Ginny said to Draco and Harry after about an hour of posing and re-posing the three men until Romilda was unsure there was a pose the three hadn't been in. "Go in and get changed and if there's an issue - heaven forbid - I'll let you know. Harry James Potter, if you get so much as a drop of water near this camera that nick on your forehead will be the least of your worries!"
Harry, who had been shaking his hair out near the camera, quickly shuffled away. The bespectacled man had been on the receiving end of one of Ginny's hexes, and he was certain that she was the reason his chest hair seemed afraid to grow.
"Where do you want me, love?" Cormac said, shooting her a dazzling smile.
She glared.
"Just stay put for a moment, I've got the change the film. And don't call me 'love'," she added, shooting Romilda a look as the curly-haired brunette withered slightly.
"Whatever you say, sweetheart," Cormac said, shooting her a wink. Romilda grasped Ginny's wand hand to stop her from hexing the poor man.
"Hey Gin - can we get copies of those? For...er...recreational purposes?" Draco asked, towelling his hair dry as he walked toward the lockers that held their robes.
"I will not be a purveyor of your tools of debauchery, Draco," Ginny said, rolling the film into the camera. "Now don't distract me or I'll show your father some of the candids I took today."
Draco's eyes darkened and Harry shot her a look, but Ginny was beyond caring. She had two exceptionally good-looking wizards fawning over each other and another ridiculously attractive wizard fawning just for the sake of fawning. She was not in a good mood and she didn't need Draco's pouting.
"Alright, McLaggen, back to the shower," Ginny said, having started to use the Keeper's last name to avoid him mistaking familiarity for positive attention. "I want you to put your hand behind your head and lean against the wall...that's it...yes, I intend your face to be somewhat masked by water - believe it or not that's not the body part that people who buy this magazine are eager to see..."
Romilda smirked slightly as the water obscured a very distinct pout from the Puddlemere star.
Another half an hour passed as Ginny barked instructions toward Cormac, getting more and more agitated as he started suggesting ones that she wasn't particularly interested in photographing. Harry and Draco, who had dressed and were sitting watching the good-looking man pose, were no more of a help either. Draco would occasionally throw out an inappropriate comment that had Cormac looking very uncomfortable at the exact wrong moment while Harry's growing attention to his boyfriend had Cormac looking like a deer caught in headlights the rest of the time.
With two more frames left to her second roll of film, Ginny was less than pleased.
"Either you two get out or so help me I will throw you out," she growled at the two chuckling men sitting on the sidelines. Harry opened his mouth to say something glib, but one look from Ginny's bright brown eyes had him silenced as he pulled Draco out of the room.
Ginny snapped her last two pictures and then sighed with relief.
"Alright, Cormac, you can get out of the water now. I'm done."
"Or you could stay," Romilda said, trying to keep the girlish lilt out of her voice. "Whatever's more comfortable."
Realizing he would get nearly nowhere with Ginny, Cormac turned to Romilda with a million-watt smile.
"Which would you prefer, love?" he drawled.
Ginny rolled her eyes, but Romilda flushed to the color of a very ripe tomato.
"Um...so…I'm going to interview you now. That is, if you don't mind," Romilda said.
"Of course he doesn't mind. It's what he's here for," Ginny mumbled, earning her a glare from her co-worker, but if Cormac heard he didn't acknowledge it as he continued to smile at Romilda.
"I've always thought all work and no play makes a girl a bit dull, don't you think?" he asked, taking a step out of the water toward Romilda and batting the woman's quill and parchment out of her hands. Utterly star-struck, Romilda didn't notice that it was headed for a puddle and had Ginny not charmed it quickly to the bench, Romilda would have lost her entire interview.
"I...um...yes, I...I suppose," Romilda stuttered.
Cormac's smirk grew.
"Join me in the shower, beautiful. I bet none of your other interviewees offered something nearly as intimate as that."
"I...well...no, they haven't, but...I don't have any clothes..."
"Neither do I," he breathed, his lips inches from the younger woman's ear.
Ginny paused, looking at the two. She had to admit that they made a gorgeous couple. Cormac stood tall - a good half-a-dozen inches on Romilda - but Romilda's dazzling dark eyes and smooth olive-toned skin sat in complementary contrast to Cormac's baby-blues and fair complexion. Ginny arched an eyebrow, and quickly loaded her camera with some extra film she had brought just in case. She snapped a couple of photos of the couple, smiling slightly as neither of them seemed to notice the clicking of the shutter.
"I...I don't suppose I should..." Romilda was saying, glancing at Ginny as though wondering if she would give her permission.
Ginny chuckled.
"My contract doesn't state that I can't be naked in the presence of a model, and I don't think yours does either," she said and smirked as Romilda decided that was all the clarification she needed. Truth be told, Ginny was far from a saint when it came to the men she met and photographed. One of the reasons why the Oliver Wood spread had been so smouldering was because it had occurred right after Oliver had given her an intimate tour of his billiard table, his kitchen counter, his jacuzzi tub, and his water bed.
Romilda quickly unbuttoned her robe, throwing the pieces of clothing around without the slightest care that she was being counterproductive and throwing them into the water. Being the caring friend she was, however, Ginny charmed each piece of clothing to float over to the lockers, folding themselves neatly and placing them on the shelves.
"Well, Miss Vane, I do believe you are the loveliest journalist I've ever met," Cormac said with a grin as Romilda - her modesty telling her to maintain her underwear - stepped under the stream of warm water. She let out a small gasp, letting it run through her hair and Ginny had to swallow hard to stop herself from watching the running rivulets that travelled between Romilda's bountiful cleavage and down her flat stomach.
"I...er...well...this isn't my conventional interviewing style," she said, blushing prettily as Cormac's eyes swept unabashedly up and down her body.
"I should hope not," he said. "After all, I would hate to think of you interviewing Minister Shacklebolt about house-elf labour reforms while in lingerie. The poor man wouldn't get anything done with such an image as yours on the brain."
Ginny's eyebrow arched, but she said nothing as she continued to watch the pair, shooting a photo every so often as she caught the heated look that was starting to fill both their faces.
"You read that article?" Romilda asked softly. "I mean...it wasn't much of an interview...just a few comments from the Minister, really. It was at the bottom of page 10...I'm amazed you saw it at all..."
"Not a lot of people know this about me, Miss Vane, but I actually know how to read," Cormac said, a gentle smile so different from the ones he shot the paparazzi crossing his face. "And I read the Daily Prophet and Evening Prophet every day - cover to cover."
"Oh," Romilda said, turning to Ginny in slight amazement. Ginny's look matched the brunette's surprise. "I...I didn't know that about you."
"Well, to tell you the truth, I was actually quite amazed that the Minister would comment to a journalist about house-elf labour reforms. It doesn't seem to be his area of...shall we say...interest."
"Oh the Minister is very interested in house-elf labour reforms," Romilda said, mistaking Cormac's sly jibe on the subject matter for general ignorance to the Minister's domestic policy. "Well, any reforms involving magical creatures. One of his trusted advisors, Hermione Granger-Lupin, helped me get the interview..."
"Hermione...Hermione Granger-Lupin? Granger got married?" Cormac interrupted, looking at Ginny for clarification.
"Yes," Ginny said mildly. "Four years ago. To Remus Lupin. Head of the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures?"
Cormac arched an eyebrow.
"Also formally known as Professor Remus Lupin? Of Hogwarts?"
Ginny sighed.
"Yes, even he."
"Did you know Hermione?" Romilda asked, a note of envy in her voice.
"Not as intimately as I would have liked, but that was six years ago. Tastes change."
Ginny caught the flash of jealousy on Romilda's face - saw the moment of insecure hesitation on Cormac's as he realized he had said the wrong thing - before they both schooled their expressions back to their previous lust filled stupor.
If she had been anything but a photographer she wouldn't have noticed the miniscule morphing of facial features, but it was her job to read body language; to know if someone was comfortable or not, happy or sad, angry or exhilarated. Emotive portraits were works of art in and of themselves, and the tiniest tensing of a muscle could throw a whole shot out. In this case, she was reading – and feeling – arousal pouring off the couple in waves.
"So, is there anything else you are passionate about?" Romilda asked, clearly trying to steer the subject back to the interview. "Besides Magical Creature Rights and Quidditch of course." When she laughed, the sound came out slightly high, and nervous.
Her palms were resting on his impressive pectoral muscles, her fingers tangling in the smattering of golden hairs. Ginny zoomed in for a close-up of Romilda's neatly trimmed nails, hoping the spontaneous shot turned out as she hoped.
Cormac wrapped his arms around her, bringing his hands to rest low on the brunette's hips, appearing to contemplate her question seriously, his fingers stroking along the waist band of her knickers showing his mind wasn't far off the warm, wet body currently moulded to his.
"Lots of things. I like Muggle television, although I wouldn't say I am passionate about it. I think the Muggles are really clever, finding so many ways to survive. I think we take magic for granted sometimes," he said, his fingers dipping just beneath the elastic, causing Romilda to shiver in his arms.
"So you're passionate about Muggle Studies?" Romilda asked breathily, her eyes locking with his, her lips parting slightly.
"Yeah, I guess you could say that," he drawled, his hands dipping beneath the lace this time, his large palms cupping her behind, the tips of his fingers emerging through the elastic at the legs. Ginny couldn't resist taking several more snaps when Romilda rose onto shapely calves, her hands slipping up to his shoulders.
"Anything else?" she whispered, her lips brushing over the line of his jaw, as if she couldn't help herself.
"What?" he asked, his hands helping to lift her higher.
"Anything else you're passionate about?" she breathed, her lips hovering a fraction from his, her eyes falling closed.
"Yes," he replied, his voice so low Ginny had to strain to catch their words.
"What?" Romilda asked, her small pink tongue poking out to lick her lips. The click of the camera was the only sound in the room for a moment.
"You," he whispered, moments before his lips met hers in a searing kiss. The water, the room, even Ginny seemed to fade to nothing.
Ginny took shot after shot of the undulating couple. She captured shots of Cormac's fumbling fingers as he found the clasp of Romilda's bra. She zoomed in as the brunette speared her forever-neat nails through his golden curls, tugging his head further down as the kiss took on new heat. She even managed to capture the split second where they pulled back as if on cue, staring into each others eyes before Cormac lifted her up in to his arms and wrapped her legs around his waist.
The water continued to pound down on them as they lost themselves in the heat of the moment. Ginny felt no shame in filming the couple as they turned to the wall, Romilda's back pressed against the cold tiles. She took the camera off its tri-pod and walked around to the side, watching as Cormac suckled on Romilda's full breasts.
The journalist cried out as he thrust his hips against her lace-covered core, his mouth moving back up the column of her neck, running along her jaw line only to capture her lips in another soul-searing, desperate kiss. Ginny felt herself growing more and more aroused by the moving couple in front of her, her face flushed with desire as her breaths came a little faster.
They were beautiful in their mindless passion.
Cormac pulled back, his hips still pinned to the witch in front of him and his eyes raking over her wet hair, her parted lips, and her heaving breasts. He reached between them – his fingers hooking the edge of the lace – and pulled it far enough to one side to see the wet, pink lips hidden under a neatly-trimmed thatch of curls. He cursed softly and brought his index finger in to trace the edge of her folds. Romilda trembled and bucked at his touch, and Cormac smiled in reaction.
Ginny watched as he hooked an arm under each knee, opening her wide to his gaze, his stunning arousal standing to attention between them. Romilda opened sleepy, lust-filled eyes and found herself equally as enthralled by the slow process of Cormac joining their bodies.
The camera lay forgotten momentarily as the three watched with rapt attention as Cormac slid slowly into Romilda, his mouth going slack after a few inches and her eyes falling closed once more. He remained motionless inside her for a long minute, his face a mask of pure pleasure, his body seeming so at home engulfed in the female body. Ginny barely remembered to take photos of that moment – as if he was posing just for her now – despite the fact that he was barely aware she stood beside them.
Romilda made a small mewling sound in the back of her throat, her hands once again tangling in his hair as she urged him to move. Cormac didn't need to be told twice as he pulled back with equal slowness only to slam back in to her powerfully. Ginny heard a noise come from her mouth before she could stop it, but rather than stop, Cormac seemed encouraged, increasing his pace so that his thrusting hips became a blur.
Romilda cried out and buckled beneath his powerful lovemaking, her head tossing from side to side against the tiled wall. He watched her for long moments, twisting his hips, thrusting first softly then harder and alternating between slow and fast. As a fascinated observer of human behaviours, Ginny realized that he was gauging Romilda's reactions – which, in Ginny's opinion, was a lot more effort than the average man ever cared to put in.
She watched him, still taking photos now and then, but lost in thought. Cormac McLaggen had a reputation as a ladies' man and a lover possessed of such skills that eighty-year-old women had been known to proposition him. Ginny had never really understood it, believing most of it to be merely rumour, but watching him now she had to admit that the rumours were born of some truth. Cormac exuded more finesse and care than the average married man did when it came to his lover. He clearly gained pleasure by giving it.
And pleasured Romilda was.
The witch bounced in his arms, her mouth slack, her face flushed as she panted and moaned. Cormac settled on a steady pace of moderate speed, consistently meeting her pelvis with deep, unforgiving thrusts that had him hitting a spot deep inside her each and every time.
Ginny stepped around behind them again, setting the camera back on the tripod with a click and taking another photo of the writhing, pulsing mass of muscles that was Cormac McLaggen's back and shoulders. His knees bent slightly as he pushed up high into Romilda, causing both of them to groan in satisfaction and Ginny's fingers to fly on the buttons of her favourite piece of technology, capturing the flexing musculature of his arse.
"Care to join us?" he grunted, readjusting his grip on Romilda's thighs, opening her even wider to his thrusts.
It took Ginny a moment to realize he was speaking to her, and in her surprise at being acknowledged, she jolted away from the lens.
"I think you've got your hands full already."
The husky note to her voice surprised her, and Cormac turned his head to the side to look at her, she saw a knowing grin spreading over his wet face.
"You're missing out," he all but sang before Romilda demanded his attention once more by gripping his head and kissing him fiercely.
Ginny was tempted – very tempted – to join the couple. The sights and sounds of an act she had gone without since the now-infamous Oliver Wood photo shoot were slowly starting to rake on her very last shred of self-control. But as aroused as she felt – and as desperate as she was getting – she was in no way that desperate. He may have had the perfect body, but he was still Cormac McLaggen on the inside.
And Cormac McLaggen involved in a menage-a-trois with two employees of Playwitch Magazine was a trophy Ginny was unsure she was willing to hand the arrogant Quidditch star.
"Ginny," Romilda's breathless voice called out as Ginny - finally finding her sense of modesty - turned her back on the two with a twinge of regret that she couldn't photograph them to their completion. She turned again, however, at the sound of her friend's voice and couldn't help but feel strangely intrigued by the flash of lust that burned in Romilda's eyes.
"I was just leaving," Ginny said, subtly tapping her camera with her wand to get it to take pictures every few seconds. It was far from a perfect system, but it was better than nothing.
"No, come," Romilda replied, her breaths coming out short as Cormac drove her to her orgasm. She took her perfectly-manicured hand from his shoulder and gestured for Ginny to join them.
"Please," Romilda whispered.
As if drawn to them by some unknown force, Ginny soon found herself next to the thrusting couple, her eyes locked on Romilda's dark, ebony orbs as Cormac took a hand from Romilda's leg and brought it to Ginny's face. He cupped her cheek, gently turning her to him, and she felt his lips upon hers in a kiss that was so gentle, Ginny would have hardly believed it came from the man that stood in front of her had he not been slanting his mouth over hers.
"I knew you couldn't resist," he breathed arrogantly once he pulled away, his own breath getting shorter as he thrust just a bit faster. Romilda's breath hitched and she reached out for Ginny's hand, bringing it to her breast and giving Ginny a look that told her it was alright - this once - to give in to those secret desires that all young witches had when looking at their attractive female friends.
Ginny was fascinated by the full, smooth flesh of Romilda's breasts, finding it odd to touch another woman so intimately. As she drew the pad of her thumb over a straining nipple, however, Ginny saw Romilda's head loll back, her face a canvas of unadulterated pleasure. Surging forward, Ginny leaned in, kissing the flesh before taking a dusky nipple between her lips, both exhilarated and terrified by her own actions.
Romilda's fingers gripping Ginny's hair told the redhead that she was doing something right.
Ginny ran one hand up Romilda's stomach to fondle the neglected breast, only to find another hand there already. Realizing that Cormac was going to be there whether Ginny wanted him or not, she did not dissuade him as his other hand - free as Ginny's body was effectively pinning Romilda's thigh to his hip - skimmed down her back to push her skirt to the wet floor. Ginny didn't seem to mind as her body and clothes became soaked by the running shower - in fact, Romilda realized with a slight smile as Ginny's tongue laved her nipple, she was certain the other woman hadn't even realized the shower was still running.
They were all too caught up in their own pleasure to notice the sound of the door swinging closed, nor the sound of hurried footsteps echoing along the stone halls just beyond the lockers.
Romilda was in a haze of sexual desire and heightened pleasure as Cormac's cock thrust deeply in and out of her and Ginny's soft lips and exploratory tongue gave her breasts an admirable amount of attention. Knowing of Ginny's keen interest in Oliver Wood, Romilda also knew she wouldn't have to worry about any repercussions of their little tête-à-tête in the shower. It was all just part of an experience that neither one of them would forget.
Ginny jumped slightly as Cormac's hand slid down her lower back and into her underwear, cupping her arse briefly before sliding a finger along her folds. Gripping the Keeper's bicep, Ginny moaned slightly against Romilda's skin as Cormac teased her clit, circling his finger around the small bud of nerves and watching was Ginny bucked against his hand, seeking a slightly-harder touch and nipping lightly at Romilda's nipple as the observant and accommodating man acquiesced.
Romilda cried out as Ginny's teeth grazed her skin, her body turning molten hot as the sound of the other woman's moans spurred her into her own orgasm. When Cormac's cock slid deep into her body to hit the ever-elusive sweet spot within her, Romilda arched her back, moaning loudly as she felt her insides tense and her nerve-endings fray to the point where every touch, every caress was setting off fireworks. Ginny's tongue, still attending to her nipples, was shooting pleasure straight to Romilda's core as she gripped Cormac's hair.
"Bloody hell," Cormac groaned, his fingers speeding up and Ginny cried out, her own orgasm hitting her hard. Never before had anyone made her cum so hard just by touching her, but there she was, sandwiched between one of her friends and a man she would have - under normal circumstances - never considered touching unless absolute necessary and the continued survival of humankind was involved. But there she was, bent double as her ecstasy had her fumbling for something - or someone - to keep her upright.
A sharp cry from Cormac had Romilda and Ginny both turning their attention to the man who had caused them such pleasure. They were both amazed by his complete lack of inhibition as he came, showing his pleasure through the beauty of his facial expressions. Ginny hoped that the camera, which was now floating around them, was able to catch such physical candour. From the sounds of quick clicks, Ginny was certain the camera knew exactly what was required of it.
They all stood there, one of Romilda's legs falling from Cormac's grasp as the taller man gripped at the wall, trying to remain standing as his stomach still contracted slightly with the aftermath of their shared pleasure. Ginny's semi-clothed, very wet body was pinned to Romilda's, soft curve moulding to soft curve.
Glancing at her friend, Romilda smiled slightly.
"I can't believe we just did that," she whispered, her eyes shining as she was unable to tear her gaze away from Cormac.
"Neither can I," Ginny murmured, running a hand over her own face as she realized what exactly she had done. It wasn't that she was ashamed - she was an artist above all things and every good artist learned that experimentation was key to unlocking hidden inspiration. It was just that she could only imagine what would happen if word got out and she found herself in the awkward - not to mention highly-embarrassing – situation of having to explain things to her friends and family.
As if thinking the same thing, both Romilda and Ginny turned to a recovering Cormac.
"No one will ever know about this," Ginny said sharply, getting straight to the point as she retrieved her now-wet wand from her hip and pointed it menacingly at the older man.
"It's nothing personal. It's just that our reputations..." Romilda tried to explain, but a small smile appeared on Cormac's face.
"As much as I would love to brag that I was able to have this experience with you two lovely ladies, I can guarantee you that no one would believe me," he said, his eyes taking on a tender glow that Ginny hadn't seen all day. "You two are considered far out of my league - not that I ever considered that for a second," he added and Ginny, her nerves still slightly snappish toward the infuriating man, slapped his shoulder hard.
"If this gets out, Cormac McLaggen..." Ginny started, but he shook his head.
"You have my word, as a gentleman, that I will not breathe a word of this to anyone," he said solemnly.
Ginny's eyes narrowed, but she said nothing and it seemed that - at least for the moment - she was appeased.
Packing up her camera and tripod and casting a drying spell over herself, Ginny turned to the two who were still naked and pressed up against one another as they leaned heavily on the tiled walls.
"I'm going to be in the dark room for the majority of the evening," she said, the statement directed more toward Romilda. "You can...er...finish your interview and I'll see you tomorrow at the studio."
"Alright," Romilda said with a small smile, and she watched her friend exit the room.
Then, she looked at the man in front of her.
"So..." she said, feeling her heart start to drop as she realized what the aftermath of their coupling would inevitably bring. "How do you want me to do this? Should I just leave? Would that make it easier? I won't grovel, I promise."
Cormac looked at her curiously.
"What are you on about?" he asked.
"Well, I...I suppose I assumed that this...I mean, us...well...it was a one-time-thing."
His eyebrows shot to his hairline.
"I think that's the first time anyone's ever said something like that to me," he mused, more contemplative than conceited. "I don't know how I feel about that."
Romilda's brow furrowed.
"You're known...well, your reputation suggests..."
"Romilda, baby, the fact that you just eagerly accepted having an absolute mind-blowing shag in the middle of the Quidditch showers while one of your good-looking friends sucks your nipples has just solidified a beautiful fantasy for me." He leaned in and licked the shell of her ear. "And I'm not likely to let that go anytime soon."
Romilda looked slightly wide-eyed as Cormac lifted her back into his arms and carried her over to the bench in the locker rooms. Laying her down and kissing her, Romilda wondered how long she was going to be able to keep him interested.
As she felt his lips on her neck - re-igniting the flames within her - she vowed that she would do everything in her power to keep him interested.
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