Surprising Visit
Title: Surprising Visit
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Romance/Smut
Pairing: Angelina/Alicia/Katie
Length: 2911
Summary: Alicia receives information about Katie's progress in Saint Mungo's and drags Angelina along to visit.
Note: This was written as a gift for i_love_amy during hp_springsmut. A huge thank you to my betas hpffthequibbler, lire_casander, and midnitemaraud_r.
Dear Alicia Spinnet,
You said you wanted to be told when Katie wakes, but Jason had misplaced your address so I'm sending this to the University and hoping it gets to you. Sorry. But Katie is finally awake, after four long months. I can't believe it!
Truthfully, and I know this is terrible, I was starting to lose hope. But enough of that. She's awake and she can't remember a thing after she entered the loo. I'm just glad to have her back. And I'm glad she has such nice friends like you who care. I heard from the Healers that you visited her last month, over your holiday break. Hopefully you'll be able to escape classes long enough to pay Katie a quick visit. She's eager to see anyone, and she can't quite wrap her head around the fact that she missed four months.
Hoping this reaches you,
Samantha Bell
Alicia smiled and let the letter fall to the desk. She had known the Healers could fix Katie, but nobody had believed her. Her parents used to be Healers, before they retired (they had been in their late forties when they conceived her) so she knew their capabilities.
A bell chimed in the distance, making excitement bubble in her stomach. Forget classes today; Katie was awake! Ever since she'd heard what happened to her younger friend, she had been worried. Katie was such a sweet, fair girl. Why would someone do something like that -- whatever that was exactly -- to her?
Ignoring both the long-winded Arithmancy work before her and the call from her rushing roommate that if she wanted to be in class she had better hurry, Alicia donned her travelling cloak and grabbed her broom.
Quickly, she flew out the window, nearly forgetting to open it first. Angelina wasn't far and even though it was freezing in the January air, it was faster to fly than wait for another means of transportation. She didn't know the exact location so Apparition was out, and there were no fireplaces on a Quidditch pitch. Unless Angelina had one specially put in, and Alicia was sure that wasn't the case.
When she soared closer to the field, she saw blurs of colour racing around. Practice, out in the freezing cold. Some things never change.
"You're such a slave driver," she called out to an Angelina-shaped blur as it flew by. The blur stopped suddenly, and Alicia was looking at a black man, who was giving her a look that clearly indicated that he thought she was insane. "Which one's Angelina?" she asked him, waving her hand about.
The man pointed stiffly behind him. "I agree with you. We've been out here for three hours, and we're not even a professional team." His eyes glittered suddenly. "Hey, you going to distract h--"
"Traydon, you dolt, what are you doing? Brittany made three goals, and while I'm glad to know she can make goals without your help, I'd like to know what you're learning." The blur stopped to a jerk, black braids flying forward to whip her in the face.
"Hey, Angelina." Alicia grinned widely, and Angelina smiled back. "Long time, no see." She surveyed the field. The rest of the players were congregated around the far goal posts, sending the three of them furtive looks. The one girl had taken to flying around the group, waggling her finger, and looking disapprovingly at them. Alicia had no doubt she was imitating Angelina.
"What are you doing here? Distracting my players, is that it?" She shook her finger, exactly the same way the imitation girl had mere seconds ago, and Alicia couldn't stop the bubble of laughter.
"Think it's funny?" Angelina snapped. "I'll have you know we have a lot of work ahead of us if we want to earn professional status. The Head of Games and Sports is meeting with us in two months."
Alicia frowned. "I thought they won't allow any more Quidditch teams."
"I managed to convince her."
Traydon snorted and flew off towards the rest of the players. Alicia raised her eyebrows.
Angelina shrugged. "You remember Patricia Stimpson? Of course you do. Well, somehow she wedged her way to Head of Games." A wicked grin spread on her face. "She was easy enough to convince."
Of course. Angelina would do almost anything to achieve her goals. "I always thought Pat was straight. Always dithering about Fred and George."
Angelina shrugged. "Who cares?"
"Oy! We get a break?" imitation girl yelled.
"Yeah!" Alicia called back, and the players immediately dispersed.
Angelina huffed and glared at her. "Those are my players. You can't tell them what they can or can't do."
"They listened to me." She grinned. "It's freezing. Can we go to the changing rooms?"
As if to punctuate her remark, their cloaks billowed as an icy wind whipped across the pitch. Angelina pouted. "I'm not cold," she said, a shiver running through her body belying her words. Alicia ignored her and flew after the players.
Warm air gushed over her face the moment she opened the door, and she sighed. It was much too cold outside, even for January.
"Say we go for tea, you fat lump!" one of the girls laughed, slapping the only other bloke's arse. The girls dissolved into giggles and raced off with his pants.
"Immature, the lot of them," Angelina said, sitting on the bench beside her. "But do you know how hard it is to recruit professional-calibre Quidditch players who haven't already been snagged by professional teams? I know we'll be professional though. Mr Berthard, the owner, insists upon it, and he's got the money to make it happen. With my immense help, of course," she added, grinning.
Alicia squeezed her upper arm. "I'm very glad to see nothing's changed."
"Should it?" Angelina asked, pulling a face.
Alicia inclined her head. "I don't know. At Uni I'm the only one from Hogwarts. It's what happens when we go to such a small school. Marisa, my roommate, had five-hundred students in her graduating year. And her school was smaller than Hogwarts!"
Angelina seemed busy with spelling the dirt off her uniform so Alicia continued talking. "I guess without any of my friends from Hogwarts around, I keep thinking everyone will change and I won't. I'll be stuck in some...alternate universe with people I don't know."
"You're odd." Angelina peeled off her clothes and grabbed a normal wizarding outfit from the nearest locker. Alicia found herself watching out of the corner of her eyes. "Did you just come to sabotage my practices?"
"Oh!" She had forgotten about Katie, as nasty as that sounded. "I got a letter from Mrs Bell. Katie's awake."
Angelina nodded. "That's good."
Suddenly the girls raced past, the poor bloke's pants still in their grasp. Angelina lazily flicked her wand and the pants soared to her. She tossed them to the bloke. "Straight girls are so odd. No offence to you," she added.
"Hey! I remember a time when you were straight."
Affronted, Angelina scoffed. "I never was! Lesbian since the day I was born."
"You went to the Yule Ball with Fred Weasley," Alicia reminded her.
"Dancing with a bloke does not make you straight." She winked. "It's what you do after the dancing that makes you, and I'll have you know all I did was tease him about his dancing."
"Whatever. So, do you want to visit Katie with me?"
"Hmm. Katie's a good Quidditch player. Think she'd want to join up after she leaves school this summer?"
Drolly, Alicia responded, "She just woke up from a four month long unconscious bout."
"Still."
Alicia shook her head and patted Angelina on the thigh. "Finish getting dressed and we'll go."
Ten minutes later, they flew back to the University, snuck into one of the more expensive dorms, and pinched their Floo powder, disappearing into the dancing green flames.
"I still can't believe we broke into Tiffany's room," Alicia muttered.
"You said you don't like her. Oh, hello. We're here to visit Katie Bell," she said to the witch at the information desk.
"Fourth floor: Spell Damage. Ward 49. Next!" the witch barked, eyes sliding off them onto the people behind.
"Charming," Angelina said dryly.
"Come on. It's the same room as before. I thought they would have moved her since she's awake, but I guess not." They passed the white-washed walls, reminding Alicia of when she was a child and visited her parents at work. Once she had drawn on the walls because they were so near the shade of parchment. The little girl who had been chewing on the crayons beside her had got in trouble instead.
"Here's the room," Alicia announced, passing through the door she had one month earlier, only this time Katie didn't have a roommate. The room was very bright, a multitude of floating candles hovering over Katie's bed. Katie sat up and grinned at them, hair in a knot on the top of her head. Angelina laughed.
"I didn't know you lot were coming!" Katie bubbled.
"Feeling better?" asked Alicia.
Katie made the mistake of asking about what they were up to. Alicia got in a few words before Angelina was off about the team. About how they were dismal but good enough to be professional, if a few strings were pulled. She said that with her lips quirked.
"You'd be interested in recruiting after Hogwarts?" Angelina asked, nudging Katie's shoulder. Alicia rolled her eyes.
"I don't know," she croaked. "I'd have to think about it."
"Fair enough," Angelina replied.
Katie licked her lips. "I'm parched." She reached for her wand on the bedside table but Angelina stopped her with a hand on her wrist.
"Alicia will be glad to get you something good. Better than what you could conjure, and then you don't have to bother the Healers."
Alicia frowned.
"Oh, would you? Thanks!"
Grumbling about injustices and Angelinas who thought they controlled everyone -- just because she could order her team around, but Alicia wasn't a part of her team anymore -- Alicia exited the room and headed down the white hall in search of drinks.
Eventually she found the kitchen and snuck in, snagging a Butterbeer from the Healers' stash. At least, she figured it was the Healers' stash because why would they be giving it to the patients? St. Mungo's was notorious for giving water, pumpkin juice if they liked you.
She opened the door to Katie's room and stopped short, mild surprise at the scene before her making her wait and watch.
Angelina was saying something in a voice pitched so low Alicia could only catch the tone, and it made her skin prickly and her breath hitch. Katie was sitting as before but she was staring at Angelina, enraptured.
The soft rumble continued to issue out of Angelina's mouth, interrupted only so she could mutter a charm that made Katie's dirty-blond hair fall silky and straight. Then she carded her dark fingers through it and Katie leaned into the touch.
Her vagina had started to itch. Alicia muttered around the bottle of Butterbeer, "Looks like you're flirting."
Both of them turned to look at her, Angelina with an innocent smile and Katie with an instantly red face.
"You're drinking my drink!" Katie accused, fiddling with the end of the thin blanket.
So she was. "I'm drinking your drink. Angelina is flirting with you. You're grounded to a bed. What else is new?" Though everything was new, except for the drinking bit. She was always stealing people's drinks, so much that once Fred and George Weasley had charmed their drinks into spit. Or, they actually filled it with spit. Alicia liked to hope it was charmed.
Angelina laughed and turned to Katie. "Did you like me flirting with you?" she joked. Katie didn't answer and Angelina leaned forward, kissing Katie chastely. But an odd thing happened.
Katie returned the kiss.
A sigh escaped her lips and she opened her mouth. The next thing Alicia knew, she was watching her two friends snog. Their tongues were rolling in and out of their mouths. Angelina grabbed a handful of Katie's hair and tugged, pulling her closer. Then Angelina was on top of her, hands travelling around to cup her breasts through her thin hospital clothes.
Alicia took a huge gulp of the Butterbeer, finishing the rest. She should get out and close the door behind her, give them privacy. More so, she should yell at them. She was in the room for Merlin's sake! But she found her feet carrying her forward until the bed sunk under her weight.
Katie pulled away from Angelina's lips, eyes hazy, and grinned sheepishly at her. Alicia toed her shoes off, letting them fall to the floor with identical soft plops.
"What are you doing?" Angelina asked.
Alicia shrugged and shifted closer, tentatively wrapping her fingers around Angelina's nearest wrist.
"Thought you were straight," Angelina protested.
Alicia shook her head. "No. You just never asked and I never came right out and said. Didn't know you two were together."
"We're not," Angelina said, frowning perplexedly at her.
"Your knee is digging into my thigh," Katie said. A wicked grin grew on Angelina's face and she shifted her knee so it was rubbing against Katie's cunt. "Ah -- yeah," muttered Katie, arching her back and moving with Angelina's knee.
Thanking the gods that someone had managed to come up with a spell that removed clothes without having to stop what you were doing, Alicia grabbed her wand, spelled all their clothes away, and muttered a quick Colloportus in the direction of the door, before dropping it next to her shoes.
Angelina and Katie gasped simultaneously and for some reason it was hot. Alicia watched them snog for a while, sliding a finger through her curls and around her own wet cunt until it became too much.
She dropped fluently to the bed, pushed Angelina's arse up higher and nudged her legs to the outside of Katie's, and slid her head under so her lips were positioned mere centimetres away from the sweet scent.
Katie's heels pressed into her side, warm and comforting.
"Lick me," Angelina commanded, pushing down. Alicia nipped her in punishment but Angelina simply let out a low moan, which spurred Alicia forward. She gave one long lick, dipping into her entrance, savouring her taste.
"Nug!" Katie yelped, arms flailing, pressing her toes roughly into Alicia's hip as Angelina did Merlin knew what to her. Alicia imagined Angelina's dark red lips wrapped around Katie's perky nipple, twisting and sucking.
The image made her slip a hand between her legs. She pinched her clitoris then thrust a finger deep inside herself, reaching and stroking. Meanwhile she was eating Angelina out, tongue probing far inside, and nose nudging against her clit. She mumbled nonsense into her, loving the way it made her quiver.
"Fuck, Alicia," Angelina gasped, subtly moving her hip up and down. A hand bumped against Alicia's head, then moved away and Katie cried out, snapping her hips so that the bed shook.
Katie groaned her climax huskily, the bed quivering as she did. She was still shaking, Angelina's hand bumping Alicia's head as she pulled Katie's orgasm out of her. Then Angelina stiffened, sweet, sweet liquid leaking into Alicia's mouth and she orgasmed, clenching around her fingers.
They lay that way for the longest time, panting.
Alicia didn't know what was -- or wasn't -- going through her friends' minds, but hers was working overtime. She had always harboured a fantasy of doing something with Angelina or Katie, but never had she imagined all three of them together.
"That was nice," Katie murmured.
Angelina scoffed. "I sure hope you're under exaggerating."
The two of them burst into laughter and Alicia slipped out from under the dark girl. She sat up and faced them, warmth spreading through her body and making her toes curl.
They all were silent, staring in turn at each other. It was Katie who broke it.
"Will you two visit me again?"
"How's next weekend sound? When do you get out?" asked Angelina, smoothing a hand over her bare stomach.
Alicia was comparing Angelina's and Katie's breasts. They were about the same size but so different in colour. She wanted to study them touching. It was then that she noticed Katie's nipples, the right one in particular, were really red, and she smiled, amused that her earlier guess had been correct.
Katie shrugged. "They want to keep me under watch for about two weeks." She smiled. "I'd like another visit."
"Then we'll visit," Angelina decided, nodding once and dressing.
Alicia felt a small twinge of annoyance that Angelina had decided something for her once again, but it was something she actually wanted to do so she didn't say anything. Angelina was always like that. She picked up her wand and pointed it at the door, murmuring a lazy Alohamora.
"Bring me something to read too! It's absolutely boring here!" Katie called after their retreating backs.
Alicia yelled back her assent and whispered to Angelina, "And she's only been up for a day."
Angelina laughed and then they were standing in front of the fireplaces.
"Come get me in a week, okay?"
Alicia nodded and sucked gently on Angelina's finger when she trailed it down her face. They stepped into the fireplace and disappeared in the green flames, awaiting the next visit.
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Romance/Smut
Pairing: Angelina/Alicia/Katie
Length: 2911
Summary: Alicia receives information about Katie's progress in Saint Mungo's and drags Angelina along to visit.
Note: This was written as a gift for i_love_amy during hp_springsmut. A huge thank you to my betas hpffthequibbler, lire_casander, and midnitemaraud_r.
Dear Alicia Spinnet,
You said you wanted to be told when Katie wakes, but Jason had misplaced your address so I'm sending this to the University and hoping it gets to you. Sorry. But Katie is finally awake, after four long months. I can't believe it!
Truthfully, and I know this is terrible, I was starting to lose hope. But enough of that. She's awake and she can't remember a thing after she entered the loo. I'm just glad to have her back. And I'm glad she has such nice friends like you who care. I heard from the Healers that you visited her last month, over your holiday break. Hopefully you'll be able to escape classes long enough to pay Katie a quick visit. She's eager to see anyone, and she can't quite wrap her head around the fact that she missed four months.
Hoping this reaches you,
Samantha Bell
Alicia smiled and let the letter fall to the desk. She had known the Healers could fix Katie, but nobody had believed her. Her parents used to be Healers, before they retired (they had been in their late forties when they conceived her) so she knew their capabilities.
A bell chimed in the distance, making excitement bubble in her stomach. Forget classes today; Katie was awake! Ever since she'd heard what happened to her younger friend, she had been worried. Katie was such a sweet, fair girl. Why would someone do something like that -- whatever that was exactly -- to her?
Ignoring both the long-winded Arithmancy work before her and the call from her rushing roommate that if she wanted to be in class she had better hurry, Alicia donned her travelling cloak and grabbed her broom.
Quickly, she flew out the window, nearly forgetting to open it first. Angelina wasn't far and even though it was freezing in the January air, it was faster to fly than wait for another means of transportation. She didn't know the exact location so Apparition was out, and there were no fireplaces on a Quidditch pitch. Unless Angelina had one specially put in, and Alicia was sure that wasn't the case.
When she soared closer to the field, she saw blurs of colour racing around. Practice, out in the freezing cold. Some things never change.
"You're such a slave driver," she called out to an Angelina-shaped blur as it flew by. The blur stopped suddenly, and Alicia was looking at a black man, who was giving her a look that clearly indicated that he thought she was insane. "Which one's Angelina?" she asked him, waving her hand about.
The man pointed stiffly behind him. "I agree with you. We've been out here for three hours, and we're not even a professional team." His eyes glittered suddenly. "Hey, you going to distract h--"
"Traydon, you dolt, what are you doing? Brittany made three goals, and while I'm glad to know she can make goals without your help, I'd like to know what you're learning." The blur stopped to a jerk, black braids flying forward to whip her in the face.
"Hey, Angelina." Alicia grinned widely, and Angelina smiled back. "Long time, no see." She surveyed the field. The rest of the players were congregated around the far goal posts, sending the three of them furtive looks. The one girl had taken to flying around the group, waggling her finger, and looking disapprovingly at them. Alicia had no doubt she was imitating Angelina.
"What are you doing here? Distracting my players, is that it?" She shook her finger, exactly the same way the imitation girl had mere seconds ago, and Alicia couldn't stop the bubble of laughter.
"Think it's funny?" Angelina snapped. "I'll have you know we have a lot of work ahead of us if we want to earn professional status. The Head of Games and Sports is meeting with us in two months."
Alicia frowned. "I thought they won't allow any more Quidditch teams."
"I managed to convince her."
Traydon snorted and flew off towards the rest of the players. Alicia raised her eyebrows.
Angelina shrugged. "You remember Patricia Stimpson? Of course you do. Well, somehow she wedged her way to Head of Games." A wicked grin spread on her face. "She was easy enough to convince."
Of course. Angelina would do almost anything to achieve her goals. "I always thought Pat was straight. Always dithering about Fred and George."
Angelina shrugged. "Who cares?"
"Oy! We get a break?" imitation girl yelled.
"Yeah!" Alicia called back, and the players immediately dispersed.
Angelina huffed and glared at her. "Those are my players. You can't tell them what they can or can't do."
"They listened to me." She grinned. "It's freezing. Can we go to the changing rooms?"
As if to punctuate her remark, their cloaks billowed as an icy wind whipped across the pitch. Angelina pouted. "I'm not cold," she said, a shiver running through her body belying her words. Alicia ignored her and flew after the players.
Warm air gushed over her face the moment she opened the door, and she sighed. It was much too cold outside, even for January.
"Say we go for tea, you fat lump!" one of the girls laughed, slapping the only other bloke's arse. The girls dissolved into giggles and raced off with his pants.
"Immature, the lot of them," Angelina said, sitting on the bench beside her. "But do you know how hard it is to recruit professional-calibre Quidditch players who haven't already been snagged by professional teams? I know we'll be professional though. Mr Berthard, the owner, insists upon it, and he's got the money to make it happen. With my immense help, of course," she added, grinning.
Alicia squeezed her upper arm. "I'm very glad to see nothing's changed."
"Should it?" Angelina asked, pulling a face.
Alicia inclined her head. "I don't know. At Uni I'm the only one from Hogwarts. It's what happens when we go to such a small school. Marisa, my roommate, had five-hundred students in her graduating year. And her school was smaller than Hogwarts!"
Angelina seemed busy with spelling the dirt off her uniform so Alicia continued talking. "I guess without any of my friends from Hogwarts around, I keep thinking everyone will change and I won't. I'll be stuck in some...alternate universe with people I don't know."
"You're odd." Angelina peeled off her clothes and grabbed a normal wizarding outfit from the nearest locker. Alicia found herself watching out of the corner of her eyes. "Did you just come to sabotage my practices?"
"Oh!" She had forgotten about Katie, as nasty as that sounded. "I got a letter from Mrs Bell. Katie's awake."
Angelina nodded. "That's good."
Suddenly the girls raced past, the poor bloke's pants still in their grasp. Angelina lazily flicked her wand and the pants soared to her. She tossed them to the bloke. "Straight girls are so odd. No offence to you," she added.
"Hey! I remember a time when you were straight."
Affronted, Angelina scoffed. "I never was! Lesbian since the day I was born."
"You went to the Yule Ball with Fred Weasley," Alicia reminded her.
"Dancing with a bloke does not make you straight." She winked. "It's what you do after the dancing that makes you, and I'll have you know all I did was tease him about his dancing."
"Whatever. So, do you want to visit Katie with me?"
"Hmm. Katie's a good Quidditch player. Think she'd want to join up after she leaves school this summer?"
Drolly, Alicia responded, "She just woke up from a four month long unconscious bout."
"Still."
Alicia shook her head and patted Angelina on the thigh. "Finish getting dressed and we'll go."
Ten minutes later, they flew back to the University, snuck into one of the more expensive dorms, and pinched their Floo powder, disappearing into the dancing green flames.
"I still can't believe we broke into Tiffany's room," Alicia muttered.
"You said you don't like her. Oh, hello. We're here to visit Katie Bell," she said to the witch at the information desk.
"Fourth floor: Spell Damage. Ward 49. Next!" the witch barked, eyes sliding off them onto the people behind.
"Charming," Angelina said dryly.
"Come on. It's the same room as before. I thought they would have moved her since she's awake, but I guess not." They passed the white-washed walls, reminding Alicia of when she was a child and visited her parents at work. Once she had drawn on the walls because they were so near the shade of parchment. The little girl who had been chewing on the crayons beside her had got in trouble instead.
"Here's the room," Alicia announced, passing through the door she had one month earlier, only this time Katie didn't have a roommate. The room was very bright, a multitude of floating candles hovering over Katie's bed. Katie sat up and grinned at them, hair in a knot on the top of her head. Angelina laughed.
"I didn't know you lot were coming!" Katie bubbled.
"Feeling better?" asked Alicia.
Katie made the mistake of asking about what they were up to. Alicia got in a few words before Angelina was off about the team. About how they were dismal but good enough to be professional, if a few strings were pulled. She said that with her lips quirked.
"You'd be interested in recruiting after Hogwarts?" Angelina asked, nudging Katie's shoulder. Alicia rolled her eyes.
"I don't know," she croaked. "I'd have to think about it."
"Fair enough," Angelina replied.
Katie licked her lips. "I'm parched." She reached for her wand on the bedside table but Angelina stopped her with a hand on her wrist.
"Alicia will be glad to get you something good. Better than what you could conjure, and then you don't have to bother the Healers."
Alicia frowned.
"Oh, would you? Thanks!"
Grumbling about injustices and Angelinas who thought they controlled everyone -- just because she could order her team around, but Alicia wasn't a part of her team anymore -- Alicia exited the room and headed down the white hall in search of drinks.
Eventually she found the kitchen and snuck in, snagging a Butterbeer from the Healers' stash. At least, she figured it was the Healers' stash because why would they be giving it to the patients? St. Mungo's was notorious for giving water, pumpkin juice if they liked you.
She opened the door to Katie's room and stopped short, mild surprise at the scene before her making her wait and watch.
Angelina was saying something in a voice pitched so low Alicia could only catch the tone, and it made her skin prickly and her breath hitch. Katie was sitting as before but she was staring at Angelina, enraptured.
The soft rumble continued to issue out of Angelina's mouth, interrupted only so she could mutter a charm that made Katie's dirty-blond hair fall silky and straight. Then she carded her dark fingers through it and Katie leaned into the touch.
Her vagina had started to itch. Alicia muttered around the bottle of Butterbeer, "Looks like you're flirting."
Both of them turned to look at her, Angelina with an innocent smile and Katie with an instantly red face.
"You're drinking my drink!" Katie accused, fiddling with the end of the thin blanket.
So she was. "I'm drinking your drink. Angelina is flirting with you. You're grounded to a bed. What else is new?" Though everything was new, except for the drinking bit. She was always stealing people's drinks, so much that once Fred and George Weasley had charmed their drinks into spit. Or, they actually filled it with spit. Alicia liked to hope it was charmed.
Angelina laughed and turned to Katie. "Did you like me flirting with you?" she joked. Katie didn't answer and Angelina leaned forward, kissing Katie chastely. But an odd thing happened.
Katie returned the kiss.
A sigh escaped her lips and she opened her mouth. The next thing Alicia knew, she was watching her two friends snog. Their tongues were rolling in and out of their mouths. Angelina grabbed a handful of Katie's hair and tugged, pulling her closer. Then Angelina was on top of her, hands travelling around to cup her breasts through her thin hospital clothes.
Alicia took a huge gulp of the Butterbeer, finishing the rest. She should get out and close the door behind her, give them privacy. More so, she should yell at them. She was in the room for Merlin's sake! But she found her feet carrying her forward until the bed sunk under her weight.
Katie pulled away from Angelina's lips, eyes hazy, and grinned sheepishly at her. Alicia toed her shoes off, letting them fall to the floor with identical soft plops.
"What are you doing?" Angelina asked.
Alicia shrugged and shifted closer, tentatively wrapping her fingers around Angelina's nearest wrist.
"Thought you were straight," Angelina protested.
Alicia shook her head. "No. You just never asked and I never came right out and said. Didn't know you two were together."
"We're not," Angelina said, frowning perplexedly at her.
"Your knee is digging into my thigh," Katie said. A wicked grin grew on Angelina's face and she shifted her knee so it was rubbing against Katie's cunt. "Ah -- yeah," muttered Katie, arching her back and moving with Angelina's knee.
Thanking the gods that someone had managed to come up with a spell that removed clothes without having to stop what you were doing, Alicia grabbed her wand, spelled all their clothes away, and muttered a quick Colloportus in the direction of the door, before dropping it next to her shoes.
Angelina and Katie gasped simultaneously and for some reason it was hot. Alicia watched them snog for a while, sliding a finger through her curls and around her own wet cunt until it became too much.
She dropped fluently to the bed, pushed Angelina's arse up higher and nudged her legs to the outside of Katie's, and slid her head under so her lips were positioned mere centimetres away from the sweet scent.
Katie's heels pressed into her side, warm and comforting.
"Lick me," Angelina commanded, pushing down. Alicia nipped her in punishment but Angelina simply let out a low moan, which spurred Alicia forward. She gave one long lick, dipping into her entrance, savouring her taste.
"Nug!" Katie yelped, arms flailing, pressing her toes roughly into Alicia's hip as Angelina did Merlin knew what to her. Alicia imagined Angelina's dark red lips wrapped around Katie's perky nipple, twisting and sucking.
The image made her slip a hand between her legs. She pinched her clitoris then thrust a finger deep inside herself, reaching and stroking. Meanwhile she was eating Angelina out, tongue probing far inside, and nose nudging against her clit. She mumbled nonsense into her, loving the way it made her quiver.
"Fuck, Alicia," Angelina gasped, subtly moving her hip up and down. A hand bumped against Alicia's head, then moved away and Katie cried out, snapping her hips so that the bed shook.
Katie groaned her climax huskily, the bed quivering as she did. She was still shaking, Angelina's hand bumping Alicia's head as she pulled Katie's orgasm out of her. Then Angelina stiffened, sweet, sweet liquid leaking into Alicia's mouth and she orgasmed, clenching around her fingers.
They lay that way for the longest time, panting.
Alicia didn't know what was -- or wasn't -- going through her friends' minds, but hers was working overtime. She had always harboured a fantasy of doing something with Angelina or Katie, but never had she imagined all three of them together.
"That was nice," Katie murmured.
Angelina scoffed. "I sure hope you're under exaggerating."
The two of them burst into laughter and Alicia slipped out from under the dark girl. She sat up and faced them, warmth spreading through her body and making her toes curl.
They all were silent, staring in turn at each other. It was Katie who broke it.
"Will you two visit me again?"
"How's next weekend sound? When do you get out?" asked Angelina, smoothing a hand over her bare stomach.
Alicia was comparing Angelina's and Katie's breasts. They were about the same size but so different in colour. She wanted to study them touching. It was then that she noticed Katie's nipples, the right one in particular, were really red, and she smiled, amused that her earlier guess had been correct.
Katie shrugged. "They want to keep me under watch for about two weeks." She smiled. "I'd like another visit."
"Then we'll visit," Angelina decided, nodding once and dressing.
Alicia felt a small twinge of annoyance that Angelina had decided something for her once again, but it was something she actually wanted to do so she didn't say anything. Angelina was always like that. She picked up her wand and pointed it at the door, murmuring a lazy Alohamora.
"Bring me something to read too! It's absolutely boring here!" Katie called after their retreating backs.
Alicia yelled back her assent and whispered to Angelina, "And she's only been up for a day."
Angelina laughed and then they were standing in front of the fireplaces.
"Come get me in a week, okay?"
Alicia nodded and sucked gently on Angelina's finger when she trailed it down her face. They stepped into the fireplace and disappeared in the green flames, awaiting the next visit.