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Hello, Mr. Wood	By : GwenPennington Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 4030 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I was lounging on the patio when suddenly water rained over me from a big splash in the pool, splattering my black bikini. A red-haired head popped up onto the surface.
"Sorry, Gwen!" Fred called.
"Don't worry about it," I laughed. "It's hot and I needed something to cool me down." I looked through my shades at the people in and around the pool. Oliver wanted a slightly larger party than mine, so in addition to the Gryffindor Quidditch team, there were several other people from school. Well, the team minus Harry Potter, who did not reply to the invitation.
Katie Bell hung all over her boyfriend, but I kept an eye on her. I got the feeling that she wasn't quite satisfied with the way things worked out. Not that it mattered; Oliver only invited her because she was on the team. He had been indifferent to her, and practically avoided her at the party.
Looking around, I spotted Oliver preparing to dive into the pool. He smiled and waved before doing a cannonball, splashing more water on me. Maybe I should move farther from the water... nah, I thought. However, I did decide to go in and get something to drink.
In the kitchen, Mum was helping Mrs. Wood put the finishing touches on the cake.
"How's the party?" Mum asked.
"It's great," I replied. "Oliver's having a lot of fun, but it's a little too loud for me. I think I'm going to take a little break in the library."
When I got to the library, I found a book lying on the coffee table. It was a book on herbal teas, and, having nothing better to do, I flipped through the pages about teas for energy, relaxation, sleeping, sickness, poison, and numerous other things. Hmm, this one could come in handy...
"What are you doing in here?" Oliver asked from the door.
"Oh, sorry, I just wanted a break from the noise," I explained.
"Well, c'mon, the party's no fun without you. Hey, what are you reading?"
"Oh, nothing, just a book I found on the coffee table." I closed the book, making a mental note of the tea I was reading about, and replaced it on a shelf. "Let's go." Oliver looked puzzled, but followed me out.
"You might want to watch out for Lee and the twins," Oliver warned before we stepped outside. "They've been sneaking up behind girls and setting off stink bombs."
"Ugh, thanks for the tip." I grimaced and Oliver stepped out first. "Oh, I'll be out in a second; I just need to talk to Pinkie." He frowned slightly so I kissed his cheek.
I found Pinkie in her small room, taking a break. She hopped up from her bed when I entered. "Can Pinkie help you, Mistress?"
"I hate to interrupt your break time, but I need a favor. I'd do it myself, but Oliver's party and all..." She watched me expectantly. "Anyway, I need you to find me some smartweed. If there's none in the house, could you run to the nearest herb market? You don't have to do it right now, just some time this afternoon."
"Certainly, Mistress. Pinkie will go right away."
"Thank you. Oh, uh, if you could just put that in my room instead of the kitchen, it would be much appreciated."
"Of course." She smiled knowingly, and I felt my cheeks go hot. She couldn't know what it's for, could she?
Finally, I returned to the patio where Oliver awaited me. He was sitting at a table talking to a couple of guys; I had seen them around, but hadn't really gotten to know them. I walked up behind Oliver's chair and wrapped my arms around him, sliding my hands down his bare chest, and kissed his cheek.
"Ah, there you are," Oliver said with a smile. "Gwen, this is Nathan," he gestured to a black-haired boy, "and Alex." The latter was blond; I hadn't been comfortable around blonds since Michael. I moved a chair close to Oliver and held his hand in my lap.
"I'm sure we've had classes together, I'm just bad with names. You both look familiar, though."
"They're on the Quidditch team," Oliver added. "You've probably seen them at practice." Ah, yes, the second string Beaters.
"Gwen, you used to date Michael Havelock, right? Too bad he moved to America; he was a cool guy." Alex obviously did not know him very well. My grip on Oliver's hand tightened and I felt him tense. I couldn't see his face, but his expression must have changed. "Did I say something wrong?" Alex asked.
I leaned closer to Oliver and rested my head on his shoulder, hiding my face. Oliver was starting to become angry, and he spoke with a tight voice. "He... hurt her."
I stood up, still holding his hand, wanting to get away. I looked around and no one seemed to notice how things were going at our table. I tried to pull Oliver away, but he didn't move. Nathan sat quietly in his chair, looking uncomfortable.
"What did he do?" Alex persisted, not heeding Oliver's tone.
Nathan hit Alex's arm. "Bloody hell. It's called tact, you git."
"Oliver, please..." I pulled his hand again with the same desperation found in my voice. Oliver finally looks up to see tears welling in my eyes as horrific memories came flooding back and hopped out of his chair.
"Are you all right? C'mon, let's go."
Instead of going inside, I led him around to the side of the house where a hammock was strung up between two trees. It had been charmed so no one would fall out of it, and it automatically swayed gently once its occupants were situated. We climbed into the hammock together with my head resting on Oliver's naked chest. His left hand stroked my hair while the other rubbed my back.
"I'm so sorry," he said softly.
I inhaled deeply. "It's all right, they didn't know. Though Alex was being a bit of a git," I laughed. I cuddled up to him further, soothed by his steady heartbeat. "So you really don't want any birthday presents?"
"Yes, I'm sure. The party is enough."
"Well, I'm going to give you something anyway." My fingers traced circles and figure eights on his chest.
"What is it?" he asked curiously.
"I can't tell you, it'll ruin the surprise." I lifted my head to grin at him, and then swung my left knee to the other side of his body. His brows rose at the way I lay on top of him, my chest pressed against his.
"You know I don't like surprises," he said quietly, watching me intently.
"Oh, I think you'll like this one." I brought my hands up to the sides of his face and leaned in to kiss him, tugging slightly on his bottom lip. His tongue slipped into my mouth as his hands slid down to my ass. I gasped when he squeezed gently, involuntarily grinding my hips against his. Then he gasped, though he knew full well what would happen, and I knew my kisses had had the desired effect. I sprung from the hammock, walking away backward. "Uh-uh, you'll have to wait until later to open your present."
Oliver sat up in protest and reached for me. "Can't I just... shake the box a little more?" I turned around, giggling uncharacteristically as I retreated, and adjusted my bathing suit. A very frustrated Oliver stumbled after me.
"There you two are, we've been looking for you. It's time for cake." George eyed us both suspiciously. "Hey, Wood, you're looking a little... flushed." The twins' faces wore matching grins. Oliver's expression went blank as he caught up.
"George, did you say it was time for cake?" I asked sweetly. I could see Mum bringing the cake out.
The hours passed, and the partygoers slowly trickled away. Only Oliver, and the twins, and I were left in the house, and we were all staying overnight.
"I'm gonna go put my pajamas on," I said. In my room, I found a leather pouch of smartweed on the nightstand. "Thanks, Pinkie," I whispered. I changed into my pajamas, shorts and a tank top, and then went back down to the kitchen. Finding the kettle ready, I lit the flame to boil the water.
Oliver walked in the kitchen, scaring me a little since I wasn't expecting him. "What are you doing?"
"Huh? Oh, I just wanted a cup of tea before bed." I pulled down a pale blue teacup and put a few smartweed leaves in it. I heard the water boiling so I carefully poured it into the cup, and then left the tea to brew.
"About the hammock..." he began. "Did you mean what I think you meant?" I grinned.
"What do you think I meant?" I stepped closer to him and placed a hand on his chest. He licked his lips and looked to the door, obviously wondering if the twins were going to walk in on us. He leaned in and whispered in my ear, fumbling for words and blushing. "You'll just have to find out later," I responded with a sly smile. He swallowed.
"Right. Well. I'm just going to... go back out there... tell the guys... time for bed..." I stifled a laugh as he stumbled out of the kitchen, looking bewildered.
"I'll be up in a minute; I just need to drink this first."
The first sip of tea almost made me gag at the bitterness, but I couldn't risk not drinking. I considered myself lucky there weren't any consequences from my birthday. I gulped the rest quickly, thinking there must be a better method for the future.
Finishing the tea, I headed upstairs to his room where he waited. I pushed the door open, peering through the darkness at Oliver on the bed. I smiled at him and closed the door behind me.
"Colloportus! That should ensure some privacy..." I said quietly. "Oh, and I should probably..." I used a soundproofing charm on the room. "Don't want to... disturb anybody." I walked over to the bed and climbed in, closing the curtains on the side facing the door. Oliver sat up with his back to the headboard in the middle of the bed, seemingly quite calm. I got closer and straddled him like I did on the hammock, clasping my hands behind his neck.
"So what are you giving me for my birthday?" he asked in a husky voice. I brought my head closer to his and kissed him softly on the lips. His breathing was very controlled, but his heart beat faster than usual.
"Me." I kissed him again, a little more roughly. I didn't need to tug at his lip to get him to open his mouth, his tongue gladly sliding into my mouth and dancing with mine. His hands cradled and squeezed my ass, which again caused me to grind my hips against his. He only kissed me more before pulling his lips away.
"So can I... unwrap my present?" His dark brown eyes looked into mine. I smiled and raised my arms so he could remove my tank top, exposing my breasts. He cupped them in his hands, rubbing them and teasing the nipples until they hardened. "I have been wanting to do this all day." I knew he was serious, but I couldn't help but laugh a little. "Oh, so you think it's funny, do you?" He grinned and latched his mouth onto my left breast, sucking it gently. He coupled that with the kneading of the other until a small moan escaped my lips, and again I ground my hips. "That's more like it." I could feel him hardening beneath me.
My mouth found his again, massaging his tongue as I rolled to my back, pulling him over onto me. He slid his hands from my chest to my hips, hooking his fingers on the waistband of my shorts. He pulled my underwear down with them and tossed them aside as his erection strained against his own shorts.
One of his hands slid down between my legs, feeling the warmth and wetness. He breathed heavily against my neck.
"Are you sure you want to do this again?" he asked. You have got to be kidding me.
"For Merlin's sake, Oliver. After everything else we've done, you hesitate to do this a second time? Take off your fucking shorts." That was all it took to convince to continue, and he removed his shorts with some difficulty. I felt his hard dick brush my thigh. "Just go easy on me with that thing," I chuckled.
He eased into me, letting me take him in slowly. Having done this once before, it only hurt a little bit, but he kept an easy pace and the pain quickly dissipated. The heat caused by the friction between us spread over my body, centered where our bodies connect.
He held my shoulders and started pushing harder and faster, groaning and grunting, kissing my neck. My arms wrapped around his shoulders and my fingers tangled in his hair. We were both starting to sweat with the blankets at our waists, but made no effort to push them away. There was only the rhythmic rocking of our hips.
I wrapped my legs around him, improving the angle and depth, causing my moans to increase in volume. This seemed to heighten Oliver's excitement, and he thrust still faster. One of his hands moved to my breasts, which he seemed quite fond of playing with. I couldn't tell you how much time passed.
"Oh, Merlin... Oliver..." I moaned his name loudly when my orgasm hit, muscles tensing and back arching. It was too much for Oliver, and he reached his peak. He thrust into me hard, releasing himself, and spilling into me. We rode it out together, slowly descending from that heavenly cloud. Our hearts pumped madly and I tried to steady my breathing. After a few moments, he slipped out and rolled to the side. We both lay there panting, staring at the ceiling. I gasped for air and rested my head on his chest, despite the sweat glistening on both of our bodies. "You'll never hear me complain about that." I lifted the sheet to peek at his now flaccid penis. "Ah, I'm going to be sore in the morning."
He wrapped his arms around my torso and kissed the top of my head. "I think we need some sleep now," he sighed. I yawned in agreement.
"Happy birthday, Oliver."

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