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All's Fair	By : sarcastrow Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 4263 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Winnings

Pansy threw the door of the locker room open, and with an air of triumph strode into the room. “Ladies, ladies, that was one of the best matches I’ve ever attended. You were astounding!”

Gwenog laughed. “That was great fun, and I’m glad the boys put up the good fight, but they really had no chance, did they?”

“Don’t discount your skills, girls. They were a bit distracted at first, but they were able to… suppress their animal instincts?” Pansy dissolved into a fit of quite girlish giggles for a moment before continuing, “Sorry. It was hilarious to watch them try to get hold of themselves,” she laughed even harder, “which I’m sure they’re doing right now,” and she doubled over in laughter. The other women joined her, laughing as they stripped for their showers, and after Pansy recovered a bit she was able to talk. “Poor boys,” she said, “Maybe you should apparate over and console them.”

“Hmm, Jaques Elley in the shower,” Nicole Konos said.

Koni Yoshida’s eyebrows arched. “And Viktor Krum.”

“Yes, vell that is a nice thought,” Yelena said, “But aren’t the apparition wards up?”

Pansy smiled the same slightly evil, superior grin she had perfected in school. “The wards are up around the locker rooms, not between them, girls.”

“You’re so bad,” Ginny said as she stripped, “I love it. I, however, am married still,” and her knickers flew into her locker, “You girls are all single, you should pop over and… what did Pansy say? Oh yeah, console them. I would if I were you.”

“It’s a fun idea,” Michelle Ombagi put in as she, too, rapidly shucked her uniform and pads, “But where would we keep our wands?”

Ginny tucked hers behind her ear. “Oh I don’t know, I think you’ll find a spot,” she said with a smirk.

Katie Bell lightly slapped the back of her head. “Show off,” she said.

Ginny pouted in mock indignation. “Hey, Luna’s been doing this the whole time I’ve known her.”

“I have a date too,” Katie said. Pansy’s eyebrows shot up and a smile played on her face. “But I think the five of you could, um, handle the seven of them,” she finished, giggling.

“Let’s do it,” Gwenog put in, “Come on, Gin.”

“Oh no, I am very happily married and I’m not screwing anyone but Harry,” she said firmly.

“Tell you what,” Katie said to the now-naked group of women, “We’ll apparate over with you, but they only get a quick look at us. You five stay. How’s that?”

“I don’t know,” Ginny said.

Katie leaned in to her. “It’ll be fun, Gin. No touching, they’ll just get a quick look at what Harry gets all the time. It’ll make Sean Troy crazy; he’s had a soft spot for you for ages.”

“How’d you know that?”

“Oh, he told me one night after a match,” Katie said, blushing.

“Is that… YOU!” and Ginny backhanded her in the shoulder.

“Hey, the match was over, we won. It was ok,” she smiled, and paused before adding, “No, it wasn’t.” She looked at the other naked women with a sultry grin. “It was great.”

“All right, I’m in,” Michelle Ombagi said.

There was a chorus of assent and at last Ginny said, “Okay, but just a quick tease and then I’m back here.”

Pansy had been leaning on a locker, just taking in the scene. A little nudge, that was all they’d needed. She knew they’d do the rest themselves. Quidditch always made her horny, and she was sure it did the same thing to most women. “Well, enjoy your evening, girls. I’ll be at the after-party, working a client.” She laughed. “See you in a couple of hours?”

“You are giving the men a great deal of credit there, Ms. Parkinson,” Yelena said.

“Not according to Hermione,” Pansy laughed. “See you later,” and she left the room, her shoulders shaking.

“Okay, if we’re going, let’s go,” Ginny said.

The women all grabbed their wands. “Directly to the showers?” Gwenog asked. The others nodded. “All right then, one, two, three.” With a series of loud snaps, they disapparated.

Sven Langstrom was squirming on the bench in front of his locker. The damn hard-on was still there. He was slowly taking his uniform off and trying to think of anything but the shapely arse of Katie Bell. He’d been flying behind her a lot of the evening and his mind was crammed with visions of his cock pounding her pink pussy. Stop thinking that, he thought to himself, and his cock stiffened again. The other men were taking their time, too. There hadn’t been a lot of conversation after the game; Yoshida had mercifully caught the snitch and put an end to their misery. Not that they had played badly, but flying for almost an hour and a half with a raging hard-on wasn’t fun.

Enrique Sandoval sat next to him and chuckled. “I think we may have underestimated the women this time, what do you think, Sven?”

“I don’t know, my concentration was… off,” Sven replied.

Jacques Elley laughed loudly. “I notice none of us is in zee showers yet, I suspect for zee same reason, yes?” and he dropped his towel revealing a standing erection. “Zey did somzing. I don’t know what, but somzing.” He laughed again. “We Frenchmen ‘ave learned, never underestimate zee wiles of zee woman.” He laughed again and turned toward the showers.

There were a series of loud snaps and suddenly, seven naked women were standing in the shower area. “Good evening, gentlemen,” Gwenog said, “We thought you boys might need a bit of… attention… after what you just went through.” She chuckled as she looked at Jacques. “Judging by Mr. Elley here, we’re right on time.” She walked up to Jacques and gently grasped his pulsing, rock-hard cock. “What about it, Jacques, need a little help?” and she started a slow stroke.

His eyes closed for a moment. “Oh, oui, oui,” he said in a low growl.

“How about you, Viktor?” Koni asked as she walked up to him and finished unbuttoning his shirt. “Would you like a little help, too?” Her ivory white hand traced through the abundant hair on his chest.

“Va… vat are you doing here… oh, da,” he rumbled. Her hand had slid into his trousers and gripped his cock. With her other hand she undid his zip and his trousers dropped to the floor. The remaining women giggled and Ginny spoke up.

“All you get from me is a quick look,” she twirled in place for them, “Sorry, kinda got a date. Have fun… um, well, everyone.” With a snap, she was gone.

“I have a date, too. Sorry, Sean,” Katie said, “I got the idea you’d like me, but I’m sure that the rest of these fine ladies will be happy to take good care of you. You boys can share, can’t you?”

The question really didn’t need asking. In the few moments that had gone by, Gwenog had lain Jacques down on the bench and was bent over him giving him the blowjob of his life. Enrique Sandoval dropped his remaining clothes to the floor, walked up behind her and took her in one stroke. She moaned loudly around Jacques’ cock and ground her hips into Enrique. Koni had dropped to her knees and was taking a stunned Viktor Krum’s hard member in her mouth. Just as Katie disapparated back to the women’s showers, she caught a glimpse of the two women beaters and the two men beaters in a four way embrace, and Yelena taking Oliver Wood and Sean Troy by the hand toward the showers. She arrived back at the showers to find Ginny standing under the spray shaking with laughter.

“They good?” she asked.

Katie smiled wickedly. “I don’t know, suppose the girls will tell us tomorrow.”

Ginny laughed some more. “Walked into that one, didn’t I?”

“Yeah,” Katie grabbed the soap from the tray, “Turn around; we need to get all the perfume off before we get out of here.” She began to scrub Ginny’s back. “Harry’s in for it tonight, huh?”

“In a big way. What was it Pansy said? It was back in school… Oh yeah, ‘Quidditch always makes me horny.’” Katie could see the smile from behind.

“Me too,” she said.

Ginny turned to her and took the soap. “Your turn,” and she made the universal turn around sign, “So who’s on your dance card tonight?” she asked.

“Seamus Finnigan.”

Ginny slapped her arse, and Katie jumped. “Finnigan? Well good on you. Parkinson letting him off his leash for the evening?”

Katie turned back to her. “They’re just really good friends, neither one of them are serious about it. Seamus and I had an interesting conversation before the match.”

“Did you?”

Katie smiled at the memory. “Oh yes, very interesting,” and her eyes lit up. “In fact, I won the bet.” She laughed to herself and rinsed her hair.

Ginny looked up at the taller woman. “I don’t think I want to know.”

“Good.”

Seamus was sitting at one of the tables, a whiskey neat set before him next to a small, wrapped package. He smiled to himself. She had won, and her prize was in the box. Pansy had appeared shortly after the match with Greymartin in tow, and Seamus had gone to congratulate her. His Auror training showed him the slightly possessive way Greymartin hugged her to him as they talked, and it was all Seamus could do not to burst out laughing. Possess Pansy? Unlikely! She was superior at what she did, and Greymartin was completely unaware of the web already ensnaring him. After tonight, she’d get anything she wanted from him. He took a sip from his glass and two women Quidditch players appeared at the door to the locker area. The shorter, redheaded woman was in a knee-length, light green dress that highlighted her coloring, and the taller woman was in a mid-thigh, snug black dress. Harry was at the redheaded woman’s side in moments as the taller brunette scanned the room. Seamus raised his hand and waved.

“Oh, there’s Seamus,” Katie said to Ginny and Harry. “I’m going over; would you like to join us?”

Harry looked at Ginny. “I haven’t had much of a chance to talk to my old roommate lately, do you mind? At the match all we really did was cheer you on and talk Quidditch.”

Ginny gave Katie a sly smile. “Just for a bit,” and she leaned up and whispered in his ear for a few moments.

Harry’s face visibly reddened. “Uh, yeah, just for a bit then.”

Seamus watched as Katie, Ginny, and Harry made their way to his table. He pocketed the box and rose as they joined him. “Hey, Harry, haven’t seen you in ages and then twice in a week,” he said as he shook Harry’s hand.

“You’re never in the office, and Kingsley doesn’t let me leave,” Harry said, “It’s amazing how we can work in the same division of the ministry and see each other so rarely. How’s it going, Shay?”

“Ah, very good now that Miss Bell is here,” he said, taking her hand.

“Charmer,” she said sarcastically as he pulled out a chair, and she took the seat next to him.

“You played extremely well tonight, Katie. I’ve been to a lot o’ matches and I’ve never seen the Ellison cut done so well, so often, and so successfully, and that other move… the one Gwenog did at the beginning of the game… what did they call that, then?”

“Taylor spiral,” Ginny and Harry said in chorus as Harry pulled Ginny’s chair out for her to sit.

Seamus laughed. “Yeah, that. T’was amazing. How does she do that and not be thrown?”

Katie patted his hand as he sat next to her. “It’s all in the thighs, Seamus, all in the thighs,” she said.

Seamus’ mind wandered to the ramifications of that statement. “Well, okay then,” he said at last.

An elf waiter came by and took their drink orders; a second whiskey for Seamus, one for Harry, and two pints each for the women. The little elf disapparated with a snap and was back moments later with their drinks.

“Two pints?” Seamus asked, impressed, and handed Katie her glasses.

“Ah, Seamus,” Katie said, “you should know. Nothing’s better than a couple of pints after a hard workout… recharges the blood.”

Harry laughed. “Well, I bet Viktor needs a bit of recharging. I’ve never seen him so spotty; I thought he was going to fly up Yoshida’s arse a few times.”

Katie snorted in her beer. I bet he’s doing something entirely different to her arse right now, she thought, and laughed.

Harry looked at Seamus and smiled. “Anyway, Ron was ecstatic. Not even Hermione’s bitching about his smugness could wipe that smile off his face.”

“Where are they?” Ginny asked, and finished her first pint.

“Pansy cornered Hermione and got them over at the VIP table.” He turned to Ginny. “We should go rescue them, yeah? I need to put in an appearance, anyway.”

“Okay,” Ginny said as she rose from her chair. “A few quick handshakes and we’re homeward bound then?”

Harry looked at her with lust in his eyes. “Very quick handshakes,” he said, and turned to Seamus and Katie. “Come by my office, Shay, let’s catch up. I’ve got loads of news. You know Nev asked Hannah Abbot to marry him, right?”

Seamus shook his head. “I do live under a rock. No, I didn’t know,” he said.

“You’re the last bachelor, my friend,” Harry laughed. “Come by the office, Shay,” and he hugged his friend as Seamus rose from his chair to shake hands with Ginny.

“And you know where we live,” Ginny said in a voice very like her mother’s. “The wards will let you through if you have your D.A. galleon with you, and Mum’s always got a spare bed if you need it. Come by any time, Shay.” She hugged him and kissed his cheek. “Have a nice night, Katie,” and she winked to her friend.

“I’m sure Mister Finnigan here will keep me entertained,” she said.

Seamus took her hand. “That I will, me lass,” and he pulled her to her feet, “dance?”

“Certainly,” she said to him and turned to Harry and Ginny. “See you later,” and Seamus led her to the dance floor.

Seamus could dance. Katie had seen him dance once long ago and knew he was adept, but she didn’t know that he had become a real dancer. They flowed around the floor; he led her perfectly. “I’m really glad you’re so good at this, you even make me look good,” she said.

“Ah, you’re fine. I do fairly well because o’ the Auror training.” She looked at him, bemused. “S’not all fighting and spell technique you know, they need us to be able to blend into any situation. I had a bit o’ a leg up on this because o’ me mam. She made sure I wouldn’t embarrass me Finnigan name at the Yule Ball.”

He had brought up, albeit surreptitiously, The Girl. “Have you seen Lavender recently?” she asked.

He smiled down at her. “Once a week when I’m in England,” he said, “Listen, Katie, I get asked about Lav by every lass who knows me an’ her. Yes, I do care a great deal for Lav, always will. But she’s got a lot to deal with, and I’m not sure when or if she’ll ever be able to be the kind o’ woman that could have a man. Even though it wasn’t a full moon, Greyback was transformed, the curse was passed and she’s a werewolf. Not a lot of people outside the D.A. know that, I hope you’ll keep it that way.”

“You can trust me, Shay.”

“Thanks,” and he drew his hand down her hair. “S’a good thing Lav’s a Gryffindor like us, really needs that bravery thing, she does. You see, she can’t have children, and that’s a big deal for her. Then there’s the potion; it dulls her, takes that spark that’s Lavender Brown away, so she don’t take it. There’s a room in her parents’ house they lock her up in for three days a month.” He looked thoughtful. “Maybe one day, a long time from now, I’ll be riding a desk an’ she’ll be less…” He trailed off.

“Depressed?”

He laughed. “I suppose you could put it that way; no, not depressed, just… sad,” and he was quiet for a moment. “But right now I’ve a fetching witch in me arms, and no ring on me finger, so what do you say we forget our past and have a good time?”

That was just what she needed to hear. Katie stopped their dance, rose on her toes and kissed him lightly. “Absolutely, Seamus, she’s very lucky to have a friend like you.”

Three dances later they had drifted near Pansy and Greymartin, who was wrapped in a silken cocoon. The dance was slow and Pansy’s head was laid against his shoulder. “You’re a terrific partner, Thomas,” Seamus heard her say as they passed. “We fit so well together, I wonder what else we would be good at,” and she hugged him closer. Seamus silently chuckled and Katie looked up at him and then over to the other couple.

She smiled broadly. “He’s screwed,” she said in a whisper.

Seamus led them a short bit away. “That’s the plan,” he said, and they both silently laughed.

She laid her head on his shoulder. Me too, she thought. “I could use something to drink. They had punch, right?”

“Yeah, over at the refreshment table. Come on,” he said, and they made their way from the dance floor to a long table laden with punchbowls, platters of fruit and cheeses, breads, and various meats on sticks that were being broiled by a small crew of elves. Seamus made them two cups of punch while Katie piled a small plate with an assortment of the foods. “Lead on,” he told her, and followed her to a small, unoccupied table.

“When are the other players coming?” Seamus asked as he nibbled a piece of broiled beef.

Katie snorted. I’m sure they already have a few times, she thought, and laughed. “Um, soon I think. They decided to… Um, well, give the men a hand getting ready.”

Seamus looked across the table at her with a surprised but amused expression, and then he laughed. “Well, good for them. I’m sure the boys appreciate it.”

“Me too,” she said and smiling.

“Had to work off the effects o’ that perfume Pansy cooked up, eh?” he said, and waggled his eyebrows at her.

Katie was momentarily stunned. “She told you?”

Seamus shook his head. “No, not a word, though it was a complete secret she did.” At her bemused look he smiled and tapped his chest. “Auror, we’re trained to spot that kind o’ thing, you know.” He laughed. “Figured it out, I did, when Yoshida flew really close about halfway through the match. Caught a scent and a hard-on at the same time.” He leaned in to her. “Noticed it had the same effect on all the men. S’not a potion though, or anything else magical, or t’would have triggered the foul wards.” He smiled in admiration of his friend. “Woman’s a master, how’d she do it?”

Katie laughed, and then quickly retold the tale Pansy had told them in the locker room.

Seamus smiled and shook his head. “Brilliant. Not a foul and gave you lasses an incredible advantage, just brilliant.” He smiled across the table at Katie. “Got any left?”

She looked back with a wicked smile. “Well as it happens, I was the last one with the bottle, and it’s right here in my bag.”

Seamus stood, took her hand and pulled her to her feet. “Care to go settle our bet then?”

She slid her arms around him and hugged him tight. “Lead on.”

Pansy saw Seamus stand and pull Katie into a hug. His wand was in his hand a moment later, and with a snap, they disapparated. Have fun Seamus, she thought. Time for step three. She drew a small phial from her bag and put a drop of the perfume behind each ear. Padma was across the room, but Pansy deftly caught her eye and gave her the signal the she was leaving, and that the rest of the night, Padma was to be the host. Pansy took Greymartin’s arm and led him aside.

“Thomas, I’d like you to escort me back to Parkinson Place for a nightcap, would you like that?” She snuggled into his chest and the scent from the perfume flowed from her.

He let out an animal growl. “I’d like that very much, Pansy, very much indeed.”

Her wand was in her hand and they were gone in an instant.

*

Katie didn’t know where they were going, and she really didn’t care. They folded back into reality in a small sitting room.

“Welcome to me flat, such as it is. It’s actually more Luna and Dean’s than mine, they’re here a lot more.”

Katie snuggled into him. “Are they here tonight?”

“No. It’d be full moon and Luna spends it with her da. Dean goes down to Surrey with her these nights as the full moon celebration she does requires… companionship.”

Katie smiled. “I see. May I borrow the loo for a minute?”

“Certainly.”

She disappeared down the hall and Seamus idly fingered the box in his pocket. He laughed to himself and straightened the pillows on the couch. We’ll be needing those in a bit, he thought.

Katie was back in minutes. “Lovely,” she said, “You can tell a girl lives here, not a particularly neat girl, but a girl.”

“Ah, Luna’s not one for neatness. Clean, yes, neat, well that’s a matter of perspective.” He laughed. “Ever been to the Quibbler’s home?”

Katie shook her head.

“Ah well, you’d see where she gets it from. Interesting man, Xeno, never really got over Luna’s mum dyin’.” Seamus shrugged his shoulders and produced the small box from his pocket. “I believe I owe you this,” and he placed the box in her hand.

She ran her hand down his hip over his trousers, cocked an eyebrow and looked back up at him and grinned. “It’s a good thing I don’t have to give you mine.”

He looked down at her, puzzled. “Why’d that be?”

Katie rose on her toes and whispered in his ear, “I’m not wearing any.”

Seamus was rock-hard in an instant, and drew her into a heated kiss. His hand snaked down her side and slid along her hip. Not lying, he thought. Her arse was so smooth and tight, he just had to grab a handful and squeeze. She smiled into the kiss and squeezed his back. Katie parted from his lips, kissed her way down his neck, and began unbuttoning his shirt. Seamus’ head was swimming, and he found her zip on the back of her dress. He slowly started the zipper down. She finished unbuttoning his shirt and threw it to the floor; a second later her hand was on his chest, running her fingers through the sandy red hair. He brought the zipper all the way to its end, and with a small shimmy from her it fell to the floor. Seamus actually gasped. She was naked but for her shoes.

“Jesus and Mary,” he said breathlessly. “My god, you’re beautiful, Katie.”

She smiled, and blushed a small bit. “Well I’m not the prettiest girl in the world, but Quidditch keeps me well fit, don’t you think?” and she twirled in front of him. Her hair swirled out from her, and her breasts, firm with puffy dark nipples the size of half plums, taunted him. Katie had the most amazing form he had ever seen, and that was saying quite a lot.

Seamus pulled her to him, kissing her hard and grabbing an arse cheek in each hand.

She pulled back and smiled. “No fair, you’re still dressed.” His fly was down a second later, and a second after that she had taken the head of his cock in her mouth. Katie worked him in and out slowly, almost withdrawing completely, then taking him again as far as she could. He wasn’t the biggest man she’d ever had, but that was good, she thought. He had the perfect length, not so big around that it hurt her jaw, and a slight curve that she knew from experience would feel wonderful in a few minutes. Her fingers ran through the hair on his balls and he moaned. With a smack and a kiss to the head she pulled from him, stood and toed off her shoes. While she got her shoes off Seamus sat on the couch and pulled his own shoes, socks, and trousers off in one swift movement.

“Damn, Finnigan,” she said admiring his body as he stood. Covering the distance between them in two strides she ran her hands down his chest, over the scars that crisscrossed and dotted him from mid chest to below his navel. “The battle?” she asked.

“No… well, some. Got most of them later, though,” he said with a toss of the head.

He touched a small burn scar on her left hip. “The battle?”

“Yeah, Crabbe’s dad.”

“Neville ran him through with the sword and took his wand, you know that right?”

She smiled broadly. “Oh yes, and I thanked him well. Something like this,” and she was kissing him again. Her tongue was deftly exploring his lips and mouth while her hands found him. He was so hard. She’d never held a man that hard, and she knelt and took him again.

“Oh, fuck,” he said, “That’s so brilliant.” Her tongue was swirling around the head of his cock while she lightly caressed his balls with her fingertips. She dropped her left hand to her own wet center and slowly, delicately rubbed her swollen clit, moaning around his cock.

Seamus couldn’t believe someone could give better head than Pansy, but here she was. He could already feel the rising tide of tension in his loins and tightening in his balls as they prepared for release. “Your turn.” He pulled her to her feet and led her to the couch, slapped her arse and said, “Have a seat.”

Katie reclined on the couch and Seamus dropped to his knees in front of her. “Beautiful,” he said again as he took in the sight of her glistening pussy. The dark curls were trimmed close and her outer lips were pink and swollen, inviting him to taste her.

“Oh fuck, Seamus!” she nearly shouted as he gently sucked her into his mouth. His tongue was sliding up and down between her entrance and clit; occasionally he paused at the little hard nub and lightly flicked it, eliciting a hip buck into him and a gasp. He built her near to orgasm, backed down a little, then built her again. This time he took her over the edge; the closer she got, the faster he circled her clit with his tongue. Her whole body tightened around him and her thighs gripped his head like a vise.

“Oh god, oh god, yes, yes, yesss, ahh, ahh!” Her head tossed back and forth as she came and Seamus pressed his tongue down hard on her clit. He had to hang on to her thighs as she bucked and thrashed on his face. Her pussy was still pulsing around his mouth as she stilled. She jerked a few times as aftershocks rippled through her. “They teach that at Auror camp?” she asked breathlessly, releasing him from the grip of her legs.

“Oh, no. Proud graduate of the William Weasley School o’ Cunnilingus, I am,” Seamus said, a thumb to his chest. “Ron passed all that on one evening in sixth year. There’s a reason the Weasley wives are… a happy lot.”

“I am going to kick Angelina’s arse. She never told me anything about that,” she said as she pushed him to the floor. Seamus stretched out on the sitting room rug and Katie crawled up him, straddled his hips, and placed the ruby red head of his cock between her moist and radiant pussy lips. “You’re so hard. I’ve not had a man this hard before,” she smiled wickedly, and sat.

Seamus let out an animal growl as she sheathed him in one movement. “And you’re so hot and wet, umm… tight, too.” His head lolled back to the floor and he closed his eyes, reveling in the sensation of being buried inside her. Katie rocked forward and back a few times and then settled with a wiggle of her arse. “Oh gods, that’s good,” he said.

“Umm, yes it is.” She ground against him and slid back and forth slowly. “I’m so happy you have that little curve, really hits the right spot.” She shivered and giggled as a small orgasm rippled through her, and then she began to ride him in earnest. With each down stroke Seamus counterthrusted and buried himself as deeply as he could. After a few minutes she had a breathless orgasm and rocked back resting her arse on his thighs. “You’ll like this,” and she moved her feet from next to his knees to rest just under his armpits. ”Spread your legs a bit; yes, like that.” Her hands resting on his knees, she spread her legs wide and began to ride him again.

Seamus was awestruck; he could look down at their joining and watch himself emerge and disappear into her.

“Like the view?” she asked with a knowing smile.

“Fuck and I do,” he said in a thick brogue.

She laughed, “Well you’ll like this even better,” and she clenched around him.

Seamus let out an involuntary gasp and almost came on the spot. She looked down at him with an expression of confidence and heated sexual bliss. With every downstroke she would let up and then tighten as she rose. He grasped an arse cheek in each hand and could feel the powerful Quidditch muscles working under her skin, it was almost too much. He started counterthrusting hard. Katie’s breath was coming in short gasps again, and he recognized the onset of a huge orgasm. He slid his hands up her body to brush and tweak her nipples with every downstroke. In moments she shuddered and cried out, “I… Oh god, Seamus, I’m… AAAAAH!!!” A small fountain of her juices sprayed his chest. She sat on him, breathing hard for a few moments with her eyes closed in ecstasy. Finally she opened them and looked at him with a smile of wonder. “That’s never happened before; my god, man.”

With a practiced grace he pulled her legs from under his arms and laid her down to rest her head on his chest. He stroked her hair for a moment, and then rolled over so he was on top of her, still enclosed in her tight, wet embrace. “Mmm, my turn,” and he started moving inside her. He placed her legs over his shoulders and wrapped his arms around her thighs. The sensation as she squeezed again and again every time he buried himself in her quickly took him to the point of no return.

Katie could tell he was there, and she was too. “Come, come with me, Seamus. Oh yes, just like that, yes…”

Her pussy throbbing around his cock was all it took. Young master Finnigan came apart. “Oh fuck, Katie. Oh, fuck yes,” he said as wave after wave shot through and from him. When he could think again properly, he lay down on top of her and rolled them over so she could lie on his chest. “That was fantastic,” he was finally able to say.

Katie’s pussy was still singing happily to her, and every now and again a little earthquake rippled against his cock. She hadn’t ever come like that with a man. The only time she could remember it being close was with her wand after a particularly energetic match, but that was nothing compared to what had just happened. She kissed a line along his shoulder blade. “I… um, wow, Seamus.”

A robust laughter shook against her body. “And Charlie Weasley taught us that if she’s inarticulate after, we’ve done our job,” and he laughed some more.

“Oh you’ve done your job well and true… for now.” She squeezed around him eliciting a shiver. “We’ll just see how you do with round two in an hour or so.”

Her hair was so soft; it felt like satin as he ran his fingers through it. He kissed the top of her head. “Aye, we will. In the mean time,” and he had his wand. “Accio!” A wet flannel flew from the bathroom to Seamus’ hand. Starting with her neck and chest, he gently wiped the sweat, spit, and come from her. Then he cleaned himself.

“I’ll just get us a bottle o’ wine,” he said as he rose and headed to the kitchen. “Red or white?”

She watched his arse as he walked away, entranced.

“Katie?”

She looked up from his arse to his eyes. “Um, sorry, what?”

He laughed. “Red or white… wine?” and he made the drinking motion.

“Oh, uh… red, yeah red.” Her brain was fogged. Shagged my brains out, Finnigan, holy shit!

He left the room chuckling. “Hey, got a nice Bordeaux from the last time I was in France, how’s that?” he said from the kitchen.

Katie smiled. “Lovely,” she called back. Lavender, why the hell haven’t you snatched this man up? He’s great. Funny, considerate - she placed her hand over her still shuddering center and squeezed her legs together - and Holy Shit! What Katie’s mother called her “determined look” came over her. Okay then, game’s on; they made me chaser for a reason. Her mind wandered to a Muggle movie she had seen recently. Pansy, Lavender, there’s a new sheriff in town. She chuckled to herself.

Seamus rounded the corner from the kitchen and stopped dead in his tracks. Katie was lying on her stomach on the sitting room rug, her chin resting on her hands, one leg up twirling her foot. She was facing away from him and her round, firm arse glowed in the dim light of the room. He could just detect a hint of pink where her inner thighs met her arse. His little friend stirred again. That spectacular hair was splayed across her back, and Seamus found he longed to run his fingers through it properly. He cleared his throat before he asked, “Join me on the couch?”

She rolled over in a way Seamus thought was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen in his life. His little friend made himself apparent. Okay, okay, give the rest of me a few minutes, all right, he thought. Katie pushed herself upright, tucked her legs under her and stood. Her hair flowed around her as she walked to him and took the glasses from his hand.

“Seamus?” she asked, “You in there?” He didn’t realize he’d been staring.

“Yeah, um, yeah,” he said, and colored a bit. “It’s just you’re such a fine thing, I‘m having a bit o’ trouble thinking just now.”

“Two for two,” she said, and leaned in and kissed him. “Couch?”

They sat and he poured them each a generous glass.

Katie sipped from hers and looked at Seamus with a respectful gaze. “This is exceptional, Seamus. Where’d you learn to pick wines?”

“Like I said, they teach us a good deal more than scrapping in the camps. Languages, etiquette, accents,” and he drifted into a perfect south Texas accent. “Dancin’, little lady, and ridin’ horses.” Her laughter was musical, and he returned to his normal brogue, “Weapons, ours and Muggle; driving, which is harder than it looks; lots of things.”

She ran her hand down the side of his face. “Has it helped?”

He looked her in the eyes. It took just a second to understand what she was asking. “Aye, a lot really. I was going down a bad road, Katie, a very bad road. Kingsley and Bill Weasley saved me. Owe them my life, I do.”

She snuggled into him from beneath his arm and sipped her wine. After a thoughtful moment, she turned to him. “I’m glad. The world needs men like you, Seamus.”

Just then, a snap sounded in the room. Seamus’ wand was in his hand in one lightning-fast movement. A second after that it was pointed at the blood-soaked elf standing quivering in the middle of the room. “M, Master Finnigan.”

“Eli? What the hell?” Seamus said as he leapt from the couch and knelt next to the elf. “Are you all right? Is this yours?” he asked, holding a piece of the elf’s tattered crimson clothing.

The old elf was shaking and crying; he could barely talk. “N, no, Master Finnigan, ‘tis Master Greymartin’s.” He wept harder. “They took Mistress Pansy, Master Finnigan, they took Mistress Pansy!”

Seamus whirled to Katie. “Get dressed.”
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