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Hello, Mr. Wood	By : GwenPennington Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 4030 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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After receiving our OWL results, Oliver and I had another reason to celebrate. I passed all of my tests, with the highest grades in Potions, Transfigurations, and Herbology, all very important for a Healer. Oliver did well on his tests, also. Besides, with our Ordinary Wizarding Levels, we could now do some magic at home. Oh yes, this was going to be fun.
Perhaps my parents agreed to the party to reward my high marks, or they had seriously gone crazy. Six teenagers virtually alone in a house all night? In either case, I found myself sitting on the couch in my living room - at the house I inherited - with Alicia and Angelina, while Oliver, Fred, and George were on the other couch, a coffee table between us. My mom had just left after another one of the hourly check-ups to make sure the six of us weren't getting into trouble.
We had just finished dinner and I was about to open presents before having cake. I looked at the small pile of boxes on the coffee table in front of me, wondering where to start.
"Ours first," Fred suggested while George offered me a box. They both had their usual mischievous smirk. I accepted the red and green package with suspicion, slowly untying the bow. BANG! The ribbon fell away with a small explosion. The twins were positively grinning now.
"I expected nothing less," I laughed, peeling off the paper and removing the lid. Under a few layers of tissue paper, I found some homemade fudge and an awesome knit scarf. "Oh, wow! I love it!"
"Well, Mum wouldn't let us give you the stink bombs," George said, a hint of disappointment in his voice, "so we had to settle for something safer."
"Tell your mum it's most appreciated," I laughed, leaning over the table to hug them. After sitting back down, I set the box aside and Alicia handed me a pretty purple bag. I opened this present with less caution since Alicia isn't the prank sort.
"I had to go into Muggle London to get that, just for you. It was fascinating!" Alicia said. I reached in and removed a navy blue hoodie. First, I saw the back, where a pair of wings was printed in sparkly white. Unfolding the garment, I read "faeries are real" on the front with a little winged figure on each side.
"Thanks, Alicia! That's so cute!" I hugged the Chaser until Angelina pulled me off.
"Mine next! Alicia and I went shopping together." Angelina handed me a blue box with a silver bow. Removing the lid, I pulled out a softball tee, white with black sleeves, and "witch" on the front in red spidery letters. All three of us girls started laughing.
"That is awesome!" I exclaimed when I could breathe again. The guys on the other couch were laughing a bit, too, but obviously didn't really get the humor of it. I settled down and breathed deeply to calm myself. Only Oliver's present was left.
Without a word, he handed me a little silver bag. Reaching in, I found two CDs: Franz Ferdinand and The Killers. I had only been obsessing over them since I came home from school and heard them on the radio. I squealed with excitement and climbed over the table to hug him, practically in his lap. Suddenly very aware of the other people in the room, I refrained from kissing him. Okay, maybe just a quick peck on the cheek. And the lips. Blushing only slightly, I returned to my seat.
Suddenly I heard a few pops.
"How is everything?" my mom asked.
"Fine, Mum."
"You kids need anything?" Mrs. Wood inquired.
"No, Mum, we've got everything," Oliver assured her. I showed them all of my presents before they left and said they would be back in an hour.
"Well, it's only nine. How about a movie?" I asked. Since all of my friends, except Oliver, hadnt seen many movies, I chose Willow, one of my all-time favorites. My parents checked in on us a few more times and then it was off to bed. My mom and Mrs. Wood stayed overnight, more to watch everyone else than Oliver and I. After all, they had left Oliver and me alone overnight before.
After a little more talking, I slipped into the bed once occupied by my grandmother, wearing the pajamas my mom got me for my birthday. A camisole and matching shorts, blue with moons and stars. Oliver was in the room next door, Alicia and Angelina in another guest room, and Fred and George in the last. My mom and Oliver's were downstairs. I really was quite tired, so I concentrated on my breathing, feeling each muscle relax until I fell asleep.
After a late breakfast the next morning, it was time for Angelina and Alicia to go home, so they gathered their things. Standing by the fireplace, I thanked them for coming and the gifts before they disappeared in two flashes of green flames.
"I think I'm going to take a shower," I announced to no one in particular. It may have been one in the afternoon, but I really didnt care.
Half an hour later, there was a knock on the bathroom door. I slipped into a white tank top, the last item of clothing, and called for the knocker to enter. Oliver's head appeared around the door, eyes closed.
"I'm dressed," I laughed, hanging up my towel and picking up a comb. He looked like he had had a shower, too. His eyes opened and he stepped into the large bathroom.
"You look cute," he said. I paused my combing briefly and smiled at him in the mirror. A plain white tank top and black bermuda shorts are cute? Okay.
"Thanks." I resumed combing my hair, parting it for pig tails.

"Your mother has a surprise for you outside." Finishing my hair, I gave him a small smile and a soft kiss on the cheek before following him to the back yard. I walked barefoot through the grass.

Before we got all the way around the house, Oliver got behind me and covered my eyes, guiding me the rest of the way. Suddenly the grass under my feet turned to sun-warmed cement. I don't remember any cement out here...
Oliver removed his hands and I blinked back the sunlight reflecting off water. Water?

"Surprise!" my mom exclaimed, standing a few feet away on the side of a large, rectangular swimming pool. "I thought you might like a swimming pool to go with your house."

"Wow! Thanks Mum! I love it!" I gave her a huge hug. The twins were already in their swimming trunks, making their way to the five-foot diving board. Nothing extravagant.

I ran upstairs to change into my bathing suit, a regular black bikini with a white hibiscus print. I headed back down the hall and pushed open Oliver's door without thinking. He was sitting on the far side of the bed, his back to the door. I could see his swimming trunks on a chair in the corner and the rest of his clothes in a pile on the floor. His right arm was slowly moving up and down low in front of him. Apparently, he was, as I had come to call it, "polishing his broomstick."

"Need some help?" I closed the door and walked around the bed, smirking at him. Now that is what a wizard's staff should look like. I took a lazy stance in front of him, my left hand on my hip. He gaped up at me, still pumping, but slightly faster now. Having done this several times in the past few weeks, I knew just what do. He likes to touch me when he masturbates, if I'm not the one giving him the hand job. It helps him get off.

I bent down and kissed his lips, licking him lightly, and pulled my bikini bottoms down. I stepped out of them and lay down on the edge of the bed, one leg behind him, and the other foot on the floor, close enough that he wouldn't have to stop what he was doing and stretch his arm to reach me. My legs were parted just enough, and he started sliding his left hand up my thigh.

"Moving a little slow today?" I teased. He grinned stupidly before bringing his fingers up to touch my clit and I gasped. He started pumping a little faster and rubbing my spot in small circles. He was becoming a master at multitasking.

He drew low moans from my throat, making me wet. He likes it when I make noise for him, not that I have to pretend. Oh, no, I never have to do that. I started breathing more heavily, whimpering for more. He swallowed hard, closing his eyes briefly and moaning as he stroked himself.

He must have decided that I was wet enough because I felt two of his fingers slide into my opening. I arched my back and moaned again. He started pumping himself still harder, keeping his eyes on mine. He thrust his fingers in and out, without any real rhythm. I couldn't blame him. His breathing was ragged from pleasuring two people at once, one of them being himself. I could tell he was trying to hold himself back and wondered how much of a head start he had.

Finally, he managed to keep the thrusting at regular intervals, and I answered by rocking my hips and giving him the moans he loves to hear. He couldn't hold it anymore. After another minute he came. I felt his fingers thrust into me and then jerk back. He always shudders when he comes. He was no longer looking at my face, but down into his lap, and I followed his eyes. Yes, he certainly had made quite a mess.

His fingers were still half inside me, and I squirmed as he caught his breath. I needed him to finish.

"Thanks," he said. He always thanks me; I don't know why. It's not as if I'm not getting anything out of it. "Now then..." His fingers started moving again, slowly, and his thumb extended to rub my clit.

"Faster," I breathed, and he eagerly complied. "Mmm... mmoore..." His thumb started massaging more vigorously. He didn't really need my direction; he had a lot of practice at this. I arched my back, my body tensed, and I rewarded him with a long, low moan. He withdrew his hand after a moment, grinning, and wiped his hands on the towel left in his room from his shower earlier.

He got up and put on his swimming trunks, then picked up my bikini bottoms and tossed them to me, still lying on the bed.

"Coming?" he asked.

"I just did," I replied with a smirk.
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