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A/N: This little smutlet is dedicated to Nappa, the man who inspired it (mainly by pestering relentlessly), and to Ms. Scribe who graciously beta-ed it and added such crucial touches as the phrase "constant state of orgasm." I mustn't forget to thank the man in my life, who is known variously as Wood, Doubledowntrent99, and B. Choreography of the sexual activity, always a tricky business, was handled mostly by him. So to speak. And last but not least, to the beloved members of the Fanboy Harem: enjoy, my pets.
Harry Potter was bored.
The rest of his team were off celebrating one of the most spectacular victories ever — the win had just put them in serious contention for the Quidditch Cup, and here he was, flat on his back in the infirmary. In spite of himself, he grinned. The injury and scolding he had endured from Professor McGonagall were well worth it.
He lay back against the pillows, re-living the glorious dive with which he had faked out the Slytherin Seeker. The look on Malfoy's face when he'd dropped right from between the two beaters who were closing in on him was utterly priceless. He had plummeted like a stone, and evidently the people in the stands had thought that he was suffering some sort of broom failure, he'd fallen so quickly.But unlike the rest of his life, on the Quidditch field, Harry was in complete control. It was like, well, magic. The way his senses sharpened so that he was hyper-aware of everything going on around him. The way time seemed to slow for him. The way the broom became an extension of his body. There was nothing that could compare to it.
He sensed, rather than saw, the two Slytherin beaters colliding in mid-air above him. He tilted slightly to the left seconds before a bludger came screaming by and quickly righted himself. And all the while, his eyes never left the tiny golden ball that hovered below him, just inches from the ground. Just a few more feet. With his peripheral vision, he could see Malfoy streaking towards him. He had spotted the snitch as well. At the last minute, the snitch shot upwards and Harry pulled up hard on the broomstick. Malfoy was unable to complete the maneuver and landed with a loud thud onto the turf below. Speeding through the air, Harry let go of the broomstick and edged forward, both arms outstretched. Yes! He had it. He remembered waving triumphantly to the crowd just before the two bludgers slammed into him from both sides and knocked him from his broom.
The rest was not quite as glorious. He had regained consciousness to find that his left leg was protruding sideways from his body in a way that he was sure nature had never intended. He remembered Ron and Hermione's anxious faces peering down at him, while Professor McGonagall stood over him, white-faced. He dimly recalled Hagrid scooping him up in his enormous arms as though he were nothing but a rag doll and carrying him off. He hoped that last bit hadn't really happened. He'd probably have to endure teasing of Malfoy about being rescued like some damsel in distress.
And now he lay here, waiting for Madame Pomfrey's Skele-Gro potion to re-knit the shattered bones in his leg. All around his bed were scattered sweets, flowers and cards from well-wishers. All the team had been in to see him, entertaining him with accounts of the Slytherin team's reaction to losing the match and pouring him butterbeer after butterbeer until finally Madame Pomfrey chased them out. The celebration had been moved to the Gryffindor common room, with refreshments provided by Fred and George Weasley. And as luck would have it, he was stuck here.
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Alicia Spinnet and Katie Bell were bored.
The victory party was now in its second hour and things were beginning to get a bit silly. Neville Longbottom had gotten hold of a defective Canary Cream and kept turning into a bird. The effect was supposed to wear off, but it didn't show any signs of doing so. Fred and George were doing the Macarena atop one of the tables and the Creevey brothers, having had approximately three butterbeers apiece, were now standing with their arms thrown over each other's shoulders, swaying as Seamus Finnegan led them in a rather raunchy song about a leprechaun.
"Somehow," sighed Alicia, "I thought seventh year would be a bit more . . . exciting than this." She sat in one of the comfortable, overstuffed chairs in the corner. Her long legs were stretched out before her and her dark hair shone in the firelight.
"I know what you mean," agreed Katie, as a fourth year girl whose name they didn't know sprinted past, giggling. Dean Thomas, in hot pursuit, was attempting to pour butterbeer over her head. Katie shook her head, and her sleek, honey-colored hair swung over her shoulder. "These parties turn out to be the same old thing, over and over again."
"In about five more minutes," said Alicia, "someone will throw up . . ."
"And then," continued Katie, "a couple of the sixth years will be discovered snogging behind the couch . . ."
"And then," Alicia shuddered, "the karaoke will start."
The girls looked at each other. "Let's get out of here."
Within a few minutes, they had slipped out the door and escaped to the roof of Gryffindor Tower, one of their favorite places to hang out and talk. Also, when weather permitted, there was occasional topless sunbathing, but no one was supposed to know about that.
"Here you go," Katie said, passing Alicia the bottle of Old Ogden's Fire Whiskey she'd swiped from Fred and George's stash.
Alicia took a healthy swig before returning the bottle to Katie. "Ahhh. Now that's more like it." The spicy liquid lit a small fire that burned delightfully in the pit of her stomach and sent tendrils of warmth into her extremities.
Katie took a drink. "Yeah. I hate when those things turn predictable."
They sat in companionable silence for a few moments and then Alicia said, "I know, let's play "˜Have You Ever'."
It was a game they had made up when they'd first come to Hogwarts and had found themselves roommates, as a way to get to know each other. They took turns asking each other "Have you ever...?" And the rule was you had to answer truthfully, no matter what. Over the years, the game had been modified a bit, especially once Fred and George's magical map had been employed and they had had access to certain forms of . . . refreshment. If the answer to the question was yes, one sip. If the answer was no, two sips. If there was any hesitation whatsoever before the answer was given, three sips. It made for some very interesting revelations.
Katie's golden-brown eyes sparkled mischievously. "Okay. You first."
Alicia thought for a moment. "Have you ever fancied anyone on the team?"
"God, yes," Katie laughed, taking a sip.
"Who?" This was not a yes or no question, but the game was flexible that way.
"You mean the present team, or anyone who's ever been on the team?"
"That's a stall," said Alicia. "Three sips. And just for that, both. You have to say."
Dutifully, Katie swigged. "Anyone on the team ever? Oliver Wood. Anyone on the team now? There are a few, but I guess I'd say Fred or George."
Alicia giggled. "Okay, your turn."
"Same question," Katie, grinning.
"Hmmm."
"Three sips! C'mon. "˜Fess up."
"Oliver Wood, of course." Alicia sipped some more. "And I think I might have to say Fred and George."
Katie looked mildly scandalized. "Both? At once?"
"Double your pleasure, double your fun," quipped Alicia, and the two of them burst into another fit of giggles. "My turn again. Have you ever done anything more than fancy anyone on the team?"
"Yes," said Katie, taking a sip. "Oliver Wood."
Alicia's mouth fell open. "You, too?"
Katie found this hysterically funny. "Oh, you're kidding me! I guess we have more in common than we already knew."
Alicia was torn between amusement and indignation, but eventually decided that it didn't really matter. She laughed. "Yes, well, I guess we both know how appropriate the name Wood is."
Katie was hiccupping with laughter. "Stop . . . stop . . . I can't breathe!"
Helpfully, Alicia pounded her friend on the back and passed her the bottle of whiskey. "Here, your turn."
Katie wiped her eyes and gave her a considering look. "Most Shaggable Gryffindor."
Alicia hesitated.
"Three sips," crowed Katie.
"Okay, okay. It's just that I'm not sure my answer is going to be . . . appropriate." Alicia drank.
"Answer right now or you have to chug," said Katie sternly.
"All right. I know he's kind of young, but . . . well . . . I'd have to say Harry." Alicia blushed.
"Oh my God!"
"I know, I know, but you did ask . . ."
"No, I totally agree with you! Damn, that boy is hot." Katie sighed. "There's something about the way his Quidditch uniform fits . . ."
"And the way his legs hug that broomstick . . ."
"Not to mention those eyes . . . and that sexy mouth . . ."
"And that tousled, fuck-me hair . . ."
"Damn," said Katie again, drinking deeply. The game appeared to be forgotten.
"I second that," said Alicia, taking the bottle from her and finishing off what was left. "God. The way he moved in the match today. He's obviously got great . . . reflexes."
"Yup," agreed Katie. "And now the poor boy is all alone in the infirmary while everyone else is off partying. Just not fair." She blinked owlishly.
"True, true," Alicia nodded. "Big hero shouldn't be alone. Not right." A brilliant idea occurred to her. "Let's go cheer him up."
"Yeah, okay!" Katie swerved toward the stairs, giggling. "Let's surprise him."
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It was no use. He nev never going to be able to sleep. He knew from unfortunate experience that pain was a sign that the Skele-Gro was working, which was something for which he should have been grateful. At the moment, however, Harry didn't feel grateful. He just felt achy and tired. He closed his eyes and tried unsuccessfully to ignore the throbbing in his leg.
A second later, his eyes flew open as the doors to the infirmary banged open. Even at her most irritable, Madame Pomfrey never banged doors. And woe to anyone who did so in her presence. He groped for his glasses on the bedside table and put them on, wondering who the late night visitor might be.
There in the doorway stood Alicia and Katie, looking a bit red and giggly.
"Hallo, Harry," Alicia said in a whisper loud enough to wake the dead. Fortunately, Harry was the infirmary's sole occupant.
"What are you two doing here?" Harry asked."Madame Pomfrey'll kill you if she finds you ."
"Not to worry," said Katie smugly. "We slipped a little something into her evening glass of Nightshade Cordial. The old dear won't wake until morning." Katie had always excelled in Potions.
"And to what do I owe the honor of this visit?" Harry asked. Not that he was complaining. Anything was better than lying around by himself waiting for his bones to knit.
"We decided it wasn't fair that the big hero had to spend the night alone," said Alicia lightly, coming to sit beside the bed. "We're here to help raise your spirits."
There was something in the way she said this that made Harry blush. Silently, he cursed his fair skin and tried to think of something clever and dashing to say.
"Yes, Harry," said Katie, moving to the other side of the bed. "We wanted to check and see if you were all right."
"Well, thanks," said Harry. That was about as clever and dashing as he could manage. Terrific, he thought. Two gorgeous seventh year girls come in wanting to make me feel better — he pushed away the sudden image those words evoked — and all I can say is, thanks. Bloody brilliant.
Katie put her hand on his thigh and he let out a yelp of surprise. "Oh, I'm sorry," she said. "Does it hurt there?"
"Um, actually th — that isn't the leg that's broken," Harry stammered. If she didn't move her hand soon, he was going to have a lot of explaining to do. Unfortunately, there was little he could do to control his body's reaction. He was a normal teenage boy, for godsakes. And it wasn't like he hadn't at one time or another indulged in a sweaty fantasy or two about his lovely teammates. Oh God, did her hand just move higher?
"What about here?" Alicia had placed her hand on his other thigh.
"Actually the, uh, break was lower down. Right there is fine." Harry didn't know whether to pray that she and Katie would remove their hands or that they wouldn't.
"Well that's good to know," purred Katie. "That means the rest of you is . . . functional."
He was not dreaming this. Or if he was, he never wanted to wake. Katie's hand was now caressing his inner thigh through the thin fabric of his pajamas and she wore a faintly naughty smile on her face.
Alicia, wearing an identical expression on her delicate, dark features, slid her hand up over his hip and trailed her fingers over his abdomen. "You were amazing today, Harry," she breathed. "Absolutely incredible. We won because of you. Are you sure there isn't something we can do for you in return?"
She was leaning over so that her breasts brushed against his arm. Under the covers, Harry was so hard, it hurt. Oh please, he thought. Oh please oh please oh please.
As if reading his mind, Katie's hand moved even higher. "Well look what we have here," she said, rubbing her hand teasingly over his erection. "Tsk, tsk. I think we'll have to do something about this condition, don't you Alicia?"
Harry gasped as she slid her hand inside the waistband of his pants and took him in her hand. Skillfully, she wrapped her fingers around his cock and stroked rhythmically.
"Oh, I agree," said Alicia, as she began nibbling at Harry's neck. "We'll need to get these off, I think." And she began unbuttoning Harry's pajamas.
Lost in the sensation of soft female flesh being pressed against him and unable to think of anything except the ministrations of Katie's clever hand, all Harry could do was moan as the two girls deftly rid him of his clothes. This was definitely better than any fantasy he'd ever had.
At the sight of his bare chest and stomach, Alicia drew in a sharp breath. Most Shaggable Gryffindor, indeed. Oh, she was going to enjoy this. In a few seconds, her own clothes were in a heap by the side of the bed. Katie immediately followed suit.
At the sight of their gloriously naked bodies, Harry almost came right then and there. Seeing this, Katie said, "Oh no you don't. Not "˜til we're good and ready." She felt around in her clothes and came up with a small vial. She shook a few drops into her palm and massaged it into his erection. As she did so, she admired his length and thickness. "And I thought Wood was impressive," she muttered. "This will help you to last. I've heard that guys are usually quick the first time."
Harry opened his mouth to issue a denial, but Alicia stopped him with a long, thorough kiss. "It's okay," she said, running her tongue along his lower lip. "I've always wanted to try a virgin."
Before Harry could process this, he felt a warm, wetness enclose his cock. Katie had taken him in her mouth. Alicia decided that Katie should not have all the fun and slid down so that she was level with the other girl. Together, they licked and sucked as Harry, maddened by the feeling of two mouths sliding over him, fisted his hands in the sheets and raised his hips. Their hair, ebony and amber, slid silkily over his stomach as they feasted on him together. From time to time, the two girls' tongues met, causing them both to shiver with pleasure.
Pausing, Katie looked Alicia in the eye and whispered, "Have you ever . . .?"
"No," said Alicia, "but I think I'm about to." And, rising, she pulled the other girl to her in a passionate kiss. She tasted like sugar and whiskey.
Harry decided that if this was what recuperation was like, he'd go ahead and break the other leg. He watched Alicia and Katie kissing hungrily, flawless brown skin against pale gold, as they ran their hands over each other's bodies, and he was fervently grateful for Katie's little vial. This was unbelievable.
They were straddling him now, facing each other. Bending her head to take Alicia's nipple in her mouth, Katie slid back slightly and impaled herself on Harry's cock. He grasped her hips in his hands as she moved on him. Alicia moaned, reveling in the feel of Katie's lip's and tongue on her breast. She, too, altered position slightly and lowered herself until she was right over his face.
Harry ran his tongue over her, savoring her sweet, salty taste. She was slick and soft and he was lost in a world of differing textures. He found the place that made her gasp and, instinctively, flicked his tongue over it, back and forth until she cried out once, and then twice.
He could feel Katie's thighs tensing as she rode him, and he thrust up into her again and again. Hot. Tight. Wet. Her breath was coming faster and faster. Alicia cupped her friend's breasts in her hands, rubbing her thumbs softly over the nipples. Katie threw back her head and came, the spasms rippling along his cock.
After a few moments, Katie slid off of Harry and motioned for Alicia to take her place. As Alicia sank onto him, Harry reached down and began rubbing her. She screamed and began riding him harder and faster until she was in a constant state of orgasm.
Katie positioned herself so that her breast brushed Harry's cheek and he turned to take her hardened nipple in his mouth. Then she straightened and grabbing his other hand, she guided it between her legs. Harry slid two fingers up into her while teasing her clitoris with his thumb. She moaned, sliding her hand down to the place where his and Alicia's bodies met, caressing them both before moving lower to cup his balls.
Alicia's movements became frantic and Harry could feel the pressure building. He increased the tempo of his fingers and felt Katie tighten around him as she came. Alicia stiffened and cried out as her orgasm reached its peak and as the spasms shook her, Harry thrust upward hard and exploded inside of her.
Breathless and sweaty, the two girls lay on either side of him on the narrow infirmary bed, their arms wrapped around him, smug expressions on their faces.
"Wow. That was . . . I mean, I don't know what to . . ." Harry broke off as two hands came up to press against his lips.
"I knew you'd be as good as you looked," said Alicia sleepily.
"You definitely surpassed all of my fantasies," said Katie, snuggling against him.
"What? You fantasized about me?" Harry still couldn't quite believe that any of this had happened.
"Shhh. It's OK. You can tell us all about your fantasies next week."
~ fin ~
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