Chapter 6:

Sup my playas?! New chapter! I know it's been a while, but I felt the need to finish up this story in the next few chapters. Disclaimer to J.K. Rowling!

Potter and I had been hooking up periodically since our first encounter. In each other's offices, broom closets, each other's flats, even once in the women's restroom, not my proudest moment.

The rest of the team was oblivious, which was how it was going to stay. If we were caught, we would both be on our asses. Well me at least, they can't just fire James, he's too much of an asset on the team.

"Waters! Come on in!" I holler from my desk. I'm seeing each player individually before the first game in two days. I need to get to know their broom preferences, strategies, and weak spots.

"Hey Lily, thanks for seeing me." David smiles at me sweetly and sits down.

"I'm meeting with everyone, David, don't feel too special." I wink. "All right, you need to tell me everything you want to be on Saturday in that sky."

"Okay so, as a beater I need to have a lot of balance and be able to make quick stops to hit the bludgers. If I'm wobbly, I'm going to miss my targets and could possibly injure other United players or throw out my shoulder again. I need complete stops in the air, major balance and speed."

I nod along and take notes on my notepad. "Sounds to me like you're an easy fix." I stand up and look for his broom along my left wall. I have all seven brooms in my office at the moment to be able to work on them. But most of the boys were very difficult to work with when I asked for their brooms.

"Fuck no!"

"HELL to the no!"

Slam

"Have fun prying this out of my cold, dead hands!"

"Are you serious? Might as well take my mother, too!"

"Yeah, that's not happening."

"Blow me and maybe." Which I responded with, "Go fuck yourself, Potter!"

"This is a Clean Sweep 358? Adam had a 360, how come you have a two year old version?" I ask as I inspect the broom.

"Both me and Bolt have 358's, I have no idea why. They're good enough for me, but if you think I need a better broom by tomorrow, I doubt that could happen."

"No problem. The truth is, it doesn't matter what broom model you have, it's all about your charmer."

I pick up my wand and do a cleaning and polishing spell to get the exterior of the broom fixed up. The wood was shining and the bristles were smoothed. Next I gave it a speed charm making it go up to 150 mph and a stopping rate of 120 to 0 in 2 and half seconds. Then I topped it off with a balance charm, so there is no possible way for the broom to wobble.

"David, our time together was magical, but I fixed your broom so your free to go," I handed him his broom and sent him on his way. I tried to keep my interactions with the team members short and sweet and to the point. I already have a big enough distraction.

"Potter!" James walks through the door and closes it behind him. "Hey, Evans, how are you?" He asks as he leans over the desk so his face is inches from my own.

"Swell, actually," my breath hitches and James' hand grabs my jaw and he kisses me. I push his chest back and he lands in the chair behind him.

I explain, "We have business to do, Potter. Not even you can come between me and your broomstick."

"Funny I remember you saying something along those lines the other night, but I think your screaming them," James said cheekily. My cheeks and neck flush red. "Okay either get serious or get out. I don't have time for these innuendos."

"Fine, sorry, you're right. Okay I need speed, agility and a forcefield around my broom," he requested. I look up with an annoyed expression, "Potter, forcefields are illegal in Quidditch and you know that."

"Ugh whatever. I also want it to be a more maroon color," he added. I nod and begin my charms. A round of speed spells and two separate ability charms. One for swirling and swerving and another for ups and downs. Lastly I add the new color.

"A bit darker if you could," James asks. I roll my eyes and change it to a darker maroon. "Perfect!" He exclaims.

"Anything else you need?" I ask as I set his broom in front of him on the floor.

"You," he grumbled.

"Hush! We can't hook up here anymore! It's too risky," I explain to James.

He responds, "That's the whole point! The sex is way kinkier and hotter here! It's all in the adrenaline rush you get because there's the possibility of getting caught!" Potter tells me as he gets slightly riled up. His arm veins are pulsing making me weak.

"Oh I can give you an adrenaline rush all on my own, Potter. It's called the threat of murder! Now stop crying and be appreciative that you're getting any sex at all! Beat it!" I yell as he get up to leave my office. He's at the door before he apparates right in front of me and pecks my lips and smiles. Then he's gone.

"All right, boys! I didn't sit through each and every meeting with all seven of you, doing back breaking work on these broomsticks for you to lose! I want teamwork, aggressive behavior, and defense! Now go get those Wasps! Oh and if you all win, I will flash you all! Now go!" I yell as I finish my pre-match pep talk to the boys. When I added the bit about flashing the boys, James gave me a jealous look that I read as, "You will not be showing these boys your rack," but if he wants to win, he will have to deal with it.

I sit with the coaches and executives on our stadium seats. Our tower has a quick elevator that allows people like coaches, medics, and me to be able to get to the team if they ever need us on the ground.

The match starts and I am already captivated by the technique of my players. Absolutely flawless turns, calculated catches and throws and teamwork.

"Go United!" I scream. I listen to the commentary and try to keep up.

"Wimbourne's Carter passes to Garcia who makes a shot, but is intercepted by Puddlemore's O'Reilly. Puddlemore's Inkerton gets the Quaffle and passes to Potter. Potter scores and it's Puddlemore 40, Wimbourne 20."

It goes on for about 2 hours and no one has caught the snitch yet. "Come on Spitz! Finish this!" I yell. The score is 260 to 250, us. Finally the Wasps seeker sees the snitch and Ed catches on. As Lance hits a bludgers to the Wasps seeker, Spitz dives in and catches the snitch, ending the game.

"Yes! Whooo! Go United!" I cheer with the rest of the stands. The first person I look for as James who smiles at me and cheers.

Later in the locker rooms, the coach finishes up his analysis and critiques and leaves.

"You promised, Evans!" Flood yells.

"Promised what?" I ask as I act stupid.

"You said you would flash us if we won! And we won!" Explained Nate.

"Oh yeah, you guys really want me to? I mean I thought we were keeping this relationship professional?"

The boys stare back at me, waiting. I look at James who looks angry and uncomfortable.

I grab the hem of my shirt and lift it up, the second I feel the cool air on my chest I snap my arms back down.

"That was literally not even a millisecond," commented O'Reilly.

"I fulfilled my part of the bargain. Go whine about it to your mother, Kiernan." I grab my bag, "Great job tonight, guys. Take the weekend off and enjoy it. Night!" I walk out and I can hear James following me.

"So you're just flashing us every time we win now?" He asks sounding judgmental. I stop and face him.

"Look Potter, just because I'm your piece of ass on the side doesn't mean I can't decide what or what not to do with my body by myself. I don't regret anything. And no, it's not a new tradition." I keep walking.

"So what? I'm just a booty call to you?" he yells. I stop and turn to him. "What so this is serious for you?" I ask confused. He goes red in the face. "No! I just mean is everyone on the team screwing you?" Then I really get angry.

"Fuck you," I spit at him then walk away because I cannot have the whore talk with him again.

"I mean come on, Lil, you're not an easy person to satisfy. Maybe you do need more than a side piece, maybe you need seven!" I slap him across the face.

"You do not get to call me a slag, again, Potter. Or ever. Just fuck off and remember that you're no better than me. You were the class man-whore and you know it. So shut the hell up and leave me alone."

He sighs and punches the side the building. "Fuck!"

I turn and see his hand ass mangled.

"You idiot!" I scream. I run over and take his hand gently into mine.

"You're a fucking chaser, James! You need to be able to catch the quaffle! So bloody stupid!" I yell. I pull out my wand and mend his hand. I know a few medical tricks from my two weeks in the Hospital Wing sixth year with dragon pox.

"Thanks, Lil. I'm sorry I got jealous and made it seem like I think your a slag. I don't think that at all! I don't know why I got so mad." He explains as he looks ashamed.

"I'm sorry I showed the team my boobs. It wasn't a cool thing to do when I knew it would make this weird." I say as I wrap my arms around his neck.

"Why don't we make it up to each other?" He asks with a sly smile on his face.

"Sounds good to me," I say as we apparate to my flat.