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Carrie	By : PlanetPluto Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 5008 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"Carrie"

by Pluto (otis_the_otter@yahoo.com)

Pairing: Oliver Wood/OFC

Disclaimer: Obviously I don't own Harry Potter.

Notes: Written at the request of Minerva Ann
McGonagall.

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After a hard match like that, Oliver was eager
to get to the showers.

He flew down from his position in front of the
goals to swoop around the pitch with the rest of his teammates; they always did
this at the end of a home match, but today the players flew with special
excitement�Puddlemere had won! Of course, that was only to be expected. They had played against Chudley,
after all. But still he was no less
happy.

As Oliver was flying down to join his teammates
in the changing rooms, he caught sight of a stiff-backed figure topped off with
red hair exiting the stadium. Surely it
couldn't be. Oliver hadn't seen him in years. Just
the same, he made a beeline for the crowd, and as he got closer a pair of
glasses came into view on the figure; then he saw another red-haired figure
walking beside the first, and he knew he'd been correct.

"Percy!" Oliver called, hovering over
the crowd.

Several fans looked up at him. Percy, too, looked over his shoulder and gave
him a wave.

It was silly of Oliver to barge into the crowd
like this, but he couldn't help flying lower and landing amongst the
people. "Percy!" he said,
running up the steps. He ignored the
excitement of the surrounding fans, and eventually they began to shuffle past
him like normal.

Percy was coming down the steps with one of his
brothers in tow. He and Oliver shook
hands, smiling.

"How long has it been?" Oliver asked.

"At least six years. I wanted to come and see you after the match,
but I had no idea how to get in."

"Well, now it's settled. You can come with me. I'll introduce you to my teammates."

"That sounds wonderful." Percy turned to his brother. "You remember Ron?"

"Oh, Ron
Weasley!" Oliver said, leaning his broom against an empty seat and shaking
the other man's hand. "Heard
you were training to be an Auror.
Is that right?"

"Right..."

"Well, study hard."

Ron frowned.
He put his hands in his pockets and looked away.

"Don't mind him," Percy cut in. "His team lost. He'll be angry for the rest of the
week."

"I'm hurt," Oliver said lightly. "You were rooting against me, Ron?"

"Not against you," Ron said. "Just for the
Cannons."

"I see."

"I'm surprised, myself," someone said
over Oliver's shoulder. "With all
the fuss Ron's been making over the Chudley Cannons, I
thought they were the best team in Britain."

Oliver turned.
His eyebrows rose. A beautiful
woman was standing a step below him with her hands on her hips. She didn't look in the best of moods.

"Why didn't you wait for me, Percy?"
she snapped.

"I'm sorry, Carrie, I thought you were
ahead of us!"

"Well, I wasn't. I was still in my seat."

She stepped up and brushed past Oliver. He didn't know if she even noticed him
there. He was eager to meet her, looking
at her delicate fingers holding up her robes as she walked, looking at the
swish of her long brown hair down her back.

Oliver cleared his throat, and said, "Your
girlfriend, Percy? I thought you and
Penelope would still be together...."

"Heavens, forgive me!" Percy
replied. "This is Carrie�my cousin,
from the United States."

In Oliver's entrancement, he hadn't even noticed
her accent. But now that he thought
back, there had been an odd twang to
her voice.

Carrie looked over her shoulder at him. He realized, no, she hadn't really noticed Oliver,
because she was looking at him now with wide eyes and a slight blush to her
cheeks.

"I'm sorry.
I...didn't see you..."

"It's all right," he said, stepping up
next to her. He took pleasure in seeing
how she blushed as she noticed their height difference. "I'm Oliver Wood. It's a pleasure to meet you."

"You, too."

Oliver was a little confused. Normally women
were ecstatic over meeting him�star Keeper for Puddlemere
United, and all that. But she didn't
seem impressed with that. She seemed impressed
with his chest, though, he thought, as her eyes lingered there for a
moment. Well, that was good enough for
him.

"Go to Quidditch matches often?" he
asked.

"No, this is my first."

"Carrie's been begging us to take her to
one since she came to visit," Percy said.
"It's good that we found one between the Cannons and Puddlemere United, or we'd
never have met you, Oliver."

Carrie's pretty eyes flitted to his
broomstick. "Oh, you're on the
team."

"Yes," he said,
a little unnerved. She didn't know? "I don't suppose they follow Quidditch
much in the States."

"No.
I don't even know if we have a professional league."

"That's mad!"

"We have Quodpot."

"I don't know it very well."

"Oh, it's very interesting," Percy
said. "What say we take the
discussion elsewhere? I'm sure Carrie
has loads she could tell us about the sport."

"Yeah," Oliver said. He gathered his broomstick. "Come on, I'll take you to the
lounge."

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It seemed Percy was more interested in talking
business with Puddlemere's manger, which was fine
with Oliver because he became far less interested in talking with Percy when
he'd met Carrie. Ron slunk off to the
visiting team's changing rooms, probably trying to get an autograph or two. Oliver was fine with that as well.

That left him alone with the lovely Weasley
cousin, who was currently looking at the long row of trophies in the
lounge. Most of the teammates were gone,
except for Rodgers, the Seeker, who gave Oliver a wink as he left.

He slowly walked toward her, admiring the curve
of her hips and waist. She smelled very
good, he found, as he leaned close to her ear.

"That one's mine," he said.

Carrie jumped.
She looked over her shoulder, smiling slightly, and then back up at
Oliver's Best Defensive Player trophy.

"It looks the same as the others," she
said, clasping her hands behind her back and continuing down the row.

"I guess it does," he said in a deeper
voice than normal.

He took her leisurely walking as the time to
admire from afar. Her hips were swaying,
drawing Oliver's eyes to the black fabric of her robes that fell down the
attractive curve of her arse. They were shorter than robes he normally saw;
perhaps it was an American fashion. They
ended at her knees, and flared out slightly with lots of fabric. She wore stockings and shining black boots
under them.

But what distracted Oliver most, as he brought
his eyes upward, was the low dip of her neckline, which revealed large
succulent breasts. They were very round,
and tanned as though she had recently been sunbathing in a sunny place. A corset squeezed her waist and breasts, with
lovely material that Oliver wanted to reach out and touch that moment.

In fact, he was so intent on getting closer to
her that something he did not expect came out of his mouth.

"I have a private changing room," he
said. Carrie gave him a look of
surprise. He suddenly felt warm. He added, "Er,
the Applebee Arrows wanted to buy me off Puddlemere
United, and they offered me a bunch of benefits to stay�one of which is the
private room."

"That's...nice, I guess."

"Would you like to see it?"

She lifted one eyebrow. "What kind of a girl do you think I
am?"

Oliver smiled.
"A beautiful one."

Carrie smiled, too, as if telling him to try
again.

"A...sexy one?" he asked.

She smiled wider.

"An intelligent
one?"

"Intelligent enough to know you're just
trying to get me into bed," she said.

"Well, I don't have a bed in there. Just a sofa."

"Too bad," she said with a small,
devious smile.

Oliver laughed. "It seems you're flirting
with me."

"Maybe I am."

"And if I'd like you to keep on
flirting?" Oliver said quietly.

"Show me that private room of yours and
I'll show you just how much I can flirt."

Oliver liked a blunt woman.

They went into the private room. Oliver closed the door and immediately
stooped to kiss her. She let him,
opening her mouth for his eager tongue.

Soon he found that her glasses got in the
way. He hadn't even noticed the glasses
before! He must have been too spellbound
by her lovely eyes. He took them off, folding them slowly and putting them into
his pocket. Then he took her into his
arms again. After that talking in the main
room, he found he'd got hard from just looking at her. His prick ground against her stomach in a
distracting way. Carrie pulled back,
with her hand stroking along the length of it; she looked him straight in the
eyes as she pleasured him.

"So, what do you like?" he asked.

"What do I like?"

"What do you like to do?

She bit her soft, rosy lip as she thought. Oliver couldn't wait to kiss her again.

"I really like," she said, still
stroking his erection, "sucking cock..."

Score!

Oliver put his hands on her hips, leaning close
to her ear.

"I might be willing to let you," he
said in a low voice.

Her hands left his cock to run up his
chest. They stopped at the top button of
his uniform.

"Then let's get you undressed," she
whispered.

They did. It didn't take long to peel off his
clothes, then hers. They were both quite
horny now, so horny Oliver could nearly smell her wetness.

Oliver sat down on the old yellow couch. He only ever used this room for fucking
women, and he made sure to look around for any stains as she got onto her knees
and began kissing his thighs and rubbing his balls. For some reason, he really
wanted to impress this girl; he didn't want to scare her off with anything
disgusting. Luckily, he found nothing.

He made sure to hold back her long silky hair as
she tongued the head of his penis. Her
lips wrapped around it and Oliver felt great suction, which drew deep groans
from his throat and moisture from his prick.

He grabbed her hair in his hands, as she took
him deeper into her mouth, looking up at him with those big hazel eyes. She moaned, and he felt it vibrate around his
cock. He let his head fall back against
the sofa. She massaged his heavy balls
gently with one hand, and with the other she circled his cock tightly as her
head bobbed. He couldn't take it anymore:
he clenched her soft hair in his fist and brought her head down on his cock,
fucking her face slowly but firmly.

Carrie whimpered. Oliver could never get enough of that
sound�the sound of a woman in heat.

He brought his head
up again to see that she had her hand between her legs. She was fingering herself, and having a good
time doing it. Her eyes were
closed. She continued to whimper. As much as this pleased Oliver to see, she
was slowing down on his cock and only the head was in her mouth again.

Quickly, he leaned
forward, effectively lodging himself deeper into her mouth, while at the same
time gaining the perfect angle to see her tight tanned ass. He reached around it and stuffed his fingers
up her pussy, alongside hers, and Carrie gave a small scream of delight.

She felt so good, so
hot. He longed to stick himself between
her legs. Thinking about it, he began to
move his hips; his cock went between her lips faster and faster. He felt himself swell larger. He knew he would come in a moment.

Carried pulled
back. He groaned, trying to force her
head back down.

"I want to feel
your cock in me," she said, almost pouting.

Oliver couldn't say
no to that. He got off the seat, went
behind her, and took her by the hips.
She braced herself on the sofa cushions, leaning over so he could see
her pink, glistening hole.

He leaned forward,
kissing that sweet neck, anticipating what was to come. He smelled her chocolate brown hair, reveling
in the texture of the soft curls. He put
his cheek against it, while he let his cock nudge her pussy. He dragged it over the wet surface until she
was humping backwards in passion.

"Please, fuck
me!" Carried cried. "I need
your hard cock, I need it bad!"

He couldn't deny the
gorgeous creature any longer. He took
his throbbing cock into his hand and plugged her up with it. She squealed as it slid all the way in.

Oliver held onto her
slim, soft waist, enjoying the feeling of her womanhood. It was tight inside, and so hot that he felt
he would climax immediately. He tried to
hold back. He wanted to give Carrie the
best experience he could offer.

He watched her round
ass shake as his hips slapped against it.
There was nothing more gorgeous than a woman's body, he thought,
watching all of her reactions to him.
Her breasts swung with his rhythm, her head bobbed, her pussy clenched,
her legs shook�all in that feminine way that made him pulse with desire. Oh, he wanted to make Carrie feel how he felt!

It seemed she
did. She continued to talk to him, though
his daze obscured her words. He heard
"Give it to me" and "Need" and "Deep" and
"Yes" and a number of things that conveyed her passion.

Then she began
chanting, "Harder, harder, harder..."

Oliver couldn't help
giving her what she wanted. She deserved
it. She was beautiul, smart, polite, and
everything a woman should be.

He rammed his cock
straight up her hole, groaning as he felt her small soft body tremble. He bent her over farther, letting her take
him deeper. Soon the feeling of orgasm washed
over him. He rode it out, letting her
clenching walls draw thick squirts of sperm deep into her body. He stayed inside her until every tremor was
finished and every shot of cum was in her.
Then he slumped over.

Oliver felt Carrie
guiding him into the seat. She slid on
his lap, putting her arms on his shoulders.
Her thighs were like silk.

They caught their
breath after a while, but remained cuddled together. Oliver wanted to ask her something. It took him a couple minutes to work up the
courage.

"I don't
suppose you'd be interested in a date?" he said.

"Sorry. I don't date presumtuous British sluts."

"That's all
right. I'm Scottish."

Carrie laughed. "Well, that changes everything."

*fin*
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