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Title: Making It Better
Author: elenaface. dirtyxemoxkid
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: (#11) View
Word Count:
Completed: [21/50]
Summary: [for lions_serpents] After a quidditch match against Slytherin, Ginny catches an eyeful of something that she shouldn't have.
Warnings: smut. *perverted grin* and it's one-shot. sorry!
Disclaimer: Don't own a thing, it's all Rowling's, that genius.
They had tied. Under odd circumstances, Draco Malfoy had actually caught the snitch, but thanks to the Gryffindor Chasers, the points were extremely high enough to secure a tie between the two rivaled houses. The stands were at a cheering standstill, for which each side did not know how to react to it. The tiebreaking game would be rescheduled for a later date.
The air in the locker rooms was heavy. Everyone seemed quite lethargic in getting dressed and in walking out. Even though no one had lost, the players were actually quite stunned at the Slytherin seeker gaining the snitch and the points for it. Ginny personally felt she played a great game; she, Dean and Demelza seemed to be the only players who were content with the results of the game. 'It's not everyday that the score is even high enough to tie a game like that,' she thought. She sighed and began to peel off the layers of equipment that were melting into a second skin onto her.
Demelza came in from the side door, swinging her broom over her shoulder. "Great game, eh?" The girl chirped, plopping down on the bench beside Ginny. The redhead smiled.
"I think so. Everyone else seemed to be disappointed." She replied, taking off her shin guards and pads. She folded them up and put them in her bag. Demelza sat beside her and pulled off her elbow guards.
"Maybe it's just us chasers." She commented, nearly done removing her equipment. "We did score well. But I guess in the other half of the lockers, the Slytherin Chasers feel stupid. Especially the dark haired one, Zabini. Gin, you nearly knocked him over with the Quaffle!"
"Oy," She said, intercepting the turn of conversation, "If you would have caught it,"
"Zabini would not have dislocated his shoulder and Demelza might not be sitting next to you right now," Dean called, sitting beside her. Demelza was dressed in her normal clothes and Ginny was still in her equipment, so there was no cause to scream at the male Chaser, "You've got a strong arm." He said, punching her forearm lightly.
She punched him back and he feigned hurt. "You want me to go and apologise or something?"
"You turned his shoulder two different colors! " Demelza nearly shrieked, pulling her hair in a ponytail and looking at herself in the mirror on the side of the lockers. "If I had attempted to catch that, I would have put a hole through my right lung!"
"Okay, okay! I'll go apologise!" Ginny stood up, her hands raised in the air. "I see how it is around here!" Dean and Demelza laughed, before walking off. Ginny sighed and pulled her hair down. She pulled off the rest of her equipment and folded it into her bag, before turning towards the center of the locker rooms.
As she approached, she faintly heard someone groaning. Stopping, she peeked over the edge of the locker and almost fell back on her arse. Blaise Zabini was massaging bruise cream into his shoulder. Mind you, for this to be accomplished, one should be absent of a shirt and Ginny would not complain about this piece of news. Just when she was going to poke her head in to let him know she was there, a loud, ringing voice interrupted.
"Zabini!" The call rang and Ginny shuddered. Only one voice sounded that way when in a relatively good mood. Draco Malfoy's voice. The blonde was fully clothed, 'Thank Merlin,' Ginny thought at that moment, and was grinning wildly.
"Aw," He said, slapping a hand on his teammate's shoulder, eliciting a hiss of pain from the latter, "the little Weasley hurt you, didn't she?" Blaise glowered and shoved Draco's hand from his shoulder. The blonde wiped the cream that he had contracted onto his pants and sat next to the dark-skinned boy.
"Didn't know she had an arm like that," He said, rolling his shoulder in its, "I pity the girl who was supposed to catch that."
Draco laughed. "Robins? You should have let her catch it. One less annoying, chirping, Gryffindor girl around here." Blaise pulled his shirt on and stood. He began to put his equipment away and he looked over at Draco.
"Maybe I should've. But then the Gryffindors would have had that goal in the bag and we would have lost by ten points, which is a pity. Especially when, after five years, you bother to catch the damn snitch."
Draco crossed his arms and glared. "You are so hurtful." Blaise snorted and dropped his bag on the floor. Ginny jumped slightly and looked away, making sure she kept herself in hiding. She didn't know what actions were exchanged from her jumping away and then her pause and look again, because when she did, she almost held in a gasp.
Draco had pinned Blaise against the locker and was kissing him. Ginny would have been marveling at how hot it was had it not been two Slytherins - one whom she had injured and the other whom she hated. The blonde's hands caressed Blaise's shoulder softly, the injured party moaning quietly.
His hand wandered to the waist of Draco's pants and without a thought, plunged inside. Draco groaned and thrust into his palm as Blaise grabbed hold of Draco's now stiff cock. He pulled it softly and Draco couldn't stand it - he removed his pants himself and let Blaise's hands take control of his aching cock.
Removing his own pants, he pushed Draco back onto the bench and straddled him slightly, before lowering his puckered hole around Draco. The blonde arched his back and thrust hard while Blaise replied with a moan of pleasure.
Ginny felt little beads of sweat gather at her neck from just watching the two and no matter how wrong it was, she couldn't bring herself to look away from the two boys that were so intimately and then so roughly positioned out in front of her. Blaise slammed himself against Draco and the Seeker thrust back and it almost looked as if he couldn't stop. Thrust after thrust followed and when Draco and Blaise released themselves, Ginny bit her lip.
It was splayed over Draco's stomach, where the other Slytherin boy's cock stood to attention and over the bench which they were on. Looking away, because somehow watching them put clothes on disgusted Ginny more than watching them take them off, she wiped the back of her neck. Why had she allowed herself to watch them anyway? Looking again, she saw that Blaise was still shirtless, but had his pants on, and Draco was fully clothed, as if nothing had happened.
And then, this time she witnessed it. Draco pinning Blaise against the locker, again. Out of shock, she gasped. She wished on her life that she could take it back, because she now noticed Blaise and Draco freeze. Stepping out, she bit her lip.
"I - uh, I just came to apologise - forhittingyouwiththequafflebeforeIdidn'tmeantoIguessIshouldgonow - " Ginny turned and walked--no, ran off.
"Damnit," Draco said, smacking his head. "What if she fucks us over to Potter or her brother?"
"Oh, she won't." Blaise called, before walking off. He managed to catch up to her quickly as she was standing there in front of her locker, pulling out her clothes at an alarmingly fast rate.
"Weasley!" He addressed loudly. The redhead in question whipped around quickly, dropping all of her things.
"Oh. Look, I mean--"
"You saw, didn't you? How much?" He questioned. She turned a light shade of pink.
"The - uh - entire thing, actually." Blaise looked shocked.
"Listen," He said to her, "if I find that anyone has found out, you'll be proving that I'm as straight as a ruler."
Ginny was curious. She stepped back. "How so?"
"Oh, they'll know, I'll tell you that." Ginny looked affronted.
"No one knows." She said, closing her locker. "And I really am sorry about the quaffle. I don't pay any attention where I'm throwing." She finally picked up her equipment from the ground.
He smirked at her. "Don't blame it on your aim, Weasley. I've never received an injury like this in my life," he said, motioning to his shoulder, "this thing bloody hurts. You would think you put a charm on it to kill me."
She shook her head and closed her locker. "I guess it's from years of Quidditch at home." She shrugged. "I couldn't even tell you why if you asked properly."
"It may just be your arm," he said. "You've ever used it against someone before?"
Ginny sat back down on the bench. "Only with a wand."
"You're a very defensive girl." He told her, sitting next to her. "Wandfire, killing people with intercepted Quaffles..." She wrinkled her nose at him.
"What's wrong with being defensive?" She asked him. The boy raised an eyebrow at her, before shaking his head as to say, 'Nothing, don't hit me again.'
He stood. "I guess I just know too many defensive people. Some people have to be a bit more carefree." He walked towards the end of the row of lockers. "I should probably leave now. Potter might catch me around here. Remember, no one knows." She nodded.
"Oh, and Zabini?" The boy in question stopped at looked at the girl imperatively. "Tell Malfoy he better savor the snitch this time, because next game we'll kick his arse." The Slytherin half-smirked and half-smiled, nodded, and then walked off.
As soon as she finished getting dressed, she headed up to the castle, thoughts flashing in front of her face. What a day.
Title: Making It Better
Author: elenaface. dirtyxemoxkid
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: (#11) View
Word Count:
Completed: [21/50]
Summary: [for lions_serpents] After a quidditch match against Slytherin, Ginny catches an eyeful of something that she shouldn't have.
Warnings: smut. *perverted grin* and it's one-shot. sorry!
Disclaimer: Don't own a thing, it's all Rowling's, that genius.
They had tied. Under odd circumstances, Draco Malfoy had actually caught the snitch, but thanks to the Gryffindor Chasers, the points were extremely high enough to secure a tie between the two rivaled houses. The stands were at a cheering standstill, for which each side did not know how to react to it. The tiebreaking game would be rescheduled for a later date.
The air in the locker rooms was heavy. Everyone seemed quite lethargic in getting dressed and in walking out. Even though no one had lost, the players were actually quite stunned at the Slytherin seeker gaining the snitch and the points for it. Ginny personally felt she played a great game; she, Dean and Demelza seemed to be the only players who were content with the results of the game. 'It's not everyday that the score is even high enough to tie a game like that,' she thought. She sighed and began to peel off the layers of equipment that were melting into a second skin onto her.
Demelza came in from the side door, swinging her broom over her shoulder. "Great game, eh?" The girl chirped, plopping down on the bench beside Ginny. The redhead smiled.
"I think so. Everyone else seemed to be disappointed." She replied, taking off her shin guards and pads. She folded them up and put them in her bag. Demelza sat beside her and pulled off her elbow guards.
"Maybe it's just us chasers." She commented, nearly done removing her equipment. "We did score well. But I guess in the other half of the lockers, the Slytherin Chasers feel stupid. Especially the dark haired one, Zabini. Gin, you nearly knocked him over with the Quaffle!"
"Oy," She said, intercepting the turn of conversation, "If you would have caught it,"
"Zabini would not have dislocated his shoulder and Demelza might not be sitting next to you right now," Dean called, sitting beside her. Demelza was dressed in her normal clothes and Ginny was still in her equipment, so there was no cause to scream at the male Chaser, "You've got a strong arm." He said, punching her forearm lightly.
She punched him back and he feigned hurt. "You want me to go and apologise or something?"
"You turned his shoulder two different colors! " Demelza nearly shrieked, pulling her hair in a ponytail and looking at herself in the mirror on the side of the lockers. "If I had attempted to catch that, I would have put a hole through my right lung!"
"Okay, okay! I'll go apologise!" Ginny stood up, her hands raised in the air. "I see how it is around here!" Dean and Demelza laughed, before walking off. Ginny sighed and pulled her hair down. She pulled off the rest of her equipment and folded it into her bag, before turning towards the center of the locker rooms.
As she approached, she faintly heard someone groaning. Stopping, she peeked over the edge of the locker and almost fell back on her arse. Blaise Zabini was massaging bruise cream into his shoulder. Mind you, for this to be accomplished, one should be absent of a shirt and Ginny would not complain about this piece of news. Just when she was going to poke her head in to let him know she was there, a loud, ringing voice interrupted.
"Zabini!" The call rang and Ginny shuddered. Only one voice sounded that way when in a relatively good mood. Draco Malfoy's voice. The blonde was fully clothed, 'Thank Merlin,' Ginny thought at that moment, and was grinning wildly.
"Aw," He said, slapping a hand on his teammate's shoulder, eliciting a hiss of pain from the latter, "the little Weasley hurt you, didn't she?" Blaise glowered and shoved Draco's hand from his shoulder. The blonde wiped the cream that he had contracted onto his pants and sat next to the dark-skinned boy.
"Didn't know she had an arm like that," He said, rolling his shoulder in its, "I pity the girl who was supposed to catch that."
Draco laughed. "Robins? You should have let her catch it. One less annoying, chirping, Gryffindor girl around here." Blaise pulled his shirt on and stood. He began to put his equipment away and he looked over at Draco.
"Maybe I should've. But then the Gryffindors would have had that goal in the bag and we would have lost by ten points, which is a pity. Especially when, after five years, you bother to catch the damn snitch."
Draco crossed his arms and glared. "You are so hurtful." Blaise snorted and dropped his bag on the floor. Ginny jumped slightly and looked away, making sure she kept herself in hiding. She didn't know what actions were exchanged from her jumping away and then her pause and look again, because when she did, she almost held in a gasp.
Draco had pinned Blaise against the locker and was kissing him. Ginny would have been marveling at how hot it was had it not been two Slytherins - one whom she had injured and the other whom she hated. The blonde's hands caressed Blaise's shoulder softly, the injured party moaning quietly.
His hand wandered to the waist of Draco's pants and without a thought, plunged inside. Draco groaned and thrust into his palm as Blaise grabbed hold of Draco's now stiff cock. He pulled it softly and Draco couldn't stand it - he removed his pants himself and let Blaise's hands take control of his aching cock.
Removing his own pants, he pushed Draco back onto the bench and straddled him slightly, before lowering his puckered hole around Draco. The blonde arched his back and thrust hard while Blaise replied with a moan of pleasure.
Ginny felt little beads of sweat gather at her neck from just watching the two and no matter how wrong it was, she couldn't bring herself to look away from the two boys that were so intimately and then so roughly positioned out in front of her. Blaise slammed himself against Draco and the Seeker thrust back and it almost looked as if he couldn't stop. Thrust after thrust followed and when Draco and Blaise released themselves, Ginny bit her lip.
It was splayed over Draco's stomach, where the other Slytherin boy's cock stood to attention and over the bench which they were on. Looking away, because somehow watching them put clothes on disgusted Ginny more than watching them take them off, she wiped the back of her neck. Why had she allowed herself to watch them anyway? Looking again, she saw that Blaise was still shirtless, but had his pants on, and Draco was fully clothed, as if nothing had happened.
And then, this time she witnessed it. Draco pinning Blaise against the locker, again. Out of shock, she gasped. She wished on her life that she could take it back, because she now noticed Blaise and Draco freeze. Stepping out, she bit her lip.
"I - uh, I just came to apologise - forhittingyouwiththequafflebeforeIdidn'tmeantoIguessIshouldgonow - " Ginny turned and walked--no, ran off.
"Damnit," Draco said, smacking his head. "What if she fucks us over to Potter or her brother?"
"Oh, she won't." Blaise called, before walking off. He managed to catch up to her quickly as she was standing there in front of her locker, pulling out her clothes at an alarmingly fast rate.
"Weasley!" He addressed loudly. The redhead in question whipped around quickly, dropping all of her things.
"Oh. Look, I mean--"
"You saw, didn't you? How much?" He questioned. She turned a light shade of pink.
"The - uh - entire thing, actually." Blaise looked shocked.
"Listen," He said to her, "if I find that anyone has found out, you'll be proving that I'm as straight as a ruler."
Ginny was curious. She stepped back. "How so?"
"Oh, they'll know, I'll tell you that." Ginny looked affronted.
"No one knows." She said, closing her locker. "And I really am sorry about the quaffle. I don't pay any attention where I'm throwing." She finally picked up her equipment from the ground.
He smirked at her. "Don't blame it on your aim, Weasley. I've never received an injury like this in my life," he said, motioning to his shoulder, "this thing bloody hurts. You would think you put a charm on it to kill me."
She shook her head and closed her locker. "I guess it's from years of Quidditch at home." She shrugged. "I couldn't even tell you why if you asked properly."
"It may just be your arm," he said. "You've ever used it against someone before?"
Ginny sat back down on the bench. "Only with a wand."
"You're a very defensive girl." He told her, sitting next to her. "Wandfire, killing people with intercepted Quaffles..." She wrinkled her nose at him.
"What's wrong with being defensive?" She asked him. The boy raised an eyebrow at her, before shaking his head as to say, 'Nothing, don't hit me again.'
He stood. "I guess I just know too many defensive people. Some people have to be a bit more carefree." He walked towards the end of the row of lockers. "I should probably leave now. Potter might catch me around here. Remember, no one knows." She nodded.
"Oh, and Zabini?" The boy in question stopped at looked at the girl imperatively. "Tell Malfoy he better savor the snitch this time, because next game we'll kick his arse." The Slytherin half-smirked and half-smiled, nodded, and then walked off.
As soon as she finished getting dressed, she headed up to the castle, thoughts flashing in front of her face. What a day.