Chapter 3
The morning had been a blur, Hermione felt as if she'd only gotten out of bed ten minutes ago, it was now nearly half one! Balls were to be released at two o'clock, and soon the whole thing would be over.
She was making her way to the Captain area when she felt him rather than heard him behind her.
"You've been avoiding me, dearest Hermione." His deep voice came from just behind her.
"I've been busy." She carried on walking down the corridor, not allowing herself to give in and face him.
"You lied to me, too."
She stopped in her tracks. "What?"
"Weasley told me the truth, you haven't been seeing anyone, my love, you are just afraid to commit."
She turned now to face him. "I'm sorry... I..."
He closed in on her. "I don't want your apologies, Hermione." He paused and she thought that was it, she was about to turn away again when he spoke once more. "I just want you."
Then his lips were on hers and there was fire between them. Her body melded into his as if it were a perfect fit. Before she was ready he was pulling away.
"You know where I stand now. If you want this and are brave enough, come and find me after the game, I promise if you do, you won’t regret it, ever."
With a squeeze to her hand, he left her standing there, catching her breath and wondering how she had ever lived without him.
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Adrian was sat in the locker room, his head in his hands. Ever since Ginny had played him last night, he hadn't been able to focus on anything. He had showered three times, and yet her scent still lingered around him. His mind kept replaying their actions of not just last night, but of every time they had been together.
He wanted her, and not just in the sexual way his body was craving, but in every way possible.
He wanted to make her his. Forever.
Adrian sighed.
Gods she messed him up. Eternal player and bachelor, he had always said. The idea of settling down had not appealed to him at all. Hell, he had even dated more than one bird at the same time!
Until now.
He realised suddenly that someone was waving a hand in front of his face.
"Earth to Adrian."
"Lo, Cormac," he acknowledged him.
"What’s up? Weasley cock block you?" He laughed. It soon stopped when he took note of the look on Adrian's face. "She didn't?"
Adrian didn't respond.
"Is that why she was so adamant to wait and see you herself last night?"
Again Adrian didn't respond.
"Dude, you need to get yourself together before this match, otherwise I'm sure Wood will cut it off for you, so you never have to worry about it again!"
That pulled the dark haired man out of his silence. "How's Hermione?"
"Ha! She's probably feeling a bit like you right now."
Adrian stood up to get changed. "What on earth do you mean?"
"I just kissed her and told her to stop being a coward and to come and find me when she realises what she wants."
"Arrogant twat you are."
Cormac laughed. "Well, let’s see if it works shall we?"
Adrian snorted before looking down towards his feet.
"Oh and Pucey, if I was you, I'd go and have a wank, but then again, I'm not sure that will help your game!"
Adrian swore and left the locker room to Cormac's laughter.
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"So you're sure you got all of Wood's game plays sorted?" Ginny was pacing up and down in the empty locker room with Aoife.
"Most definitely, he changed all of ours, but I’d already made a copy before he was able to. He's so predictable!" She laughed.
"Says the girl who went and did the exact same thing!" Ginny smirked at her friend.
"Yes, but I'm much smarter and placed some extendable ears in their locker room connected to a tape recorder I charmed to work with them. I know that the guys all came in and started learning the plays I changed theirs to. We now know their every move."
"Love it. This game is ours, Aoife!"
The girls laughed and that’s how Hermione found them a few moments later. Ginny looked up and saw her best friend’s stricken face.
She rushed over to Hermione's side as the older girl sat down, and Aoife quietly slipped out, leaving the close friends to talk. "Hermione, what’s happened?"
"I... well... Cormac."
Ginny grinned; realising Cormac may have finally got through to her best friend after all.
"Look, Hermione, you need to trust him. He wants to be your everything. Hell, when that boy is asking my brother for advice, you know he's desperate."
"I want to trust him, Ginny, I really do."
"Then go and get him."
Hermione stood quickly before Ginny pulled her back down.
"After the game, Hermione, we start in fifteen minutes. This is more important at the moment."
She watched as a funny look passed Hermione's face before she answered her. "Of course, sorry, let’s go win this thing."
"My thoughts exactly."
"By the way, you and Adrian?"
Ginny glanced at the now empty locker room.
"Have been seeing each other for seven months."
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Adrian stood amongst his team mates, his head only slighter clearer than it had been twenty minutes ago.
He could see Oliver's mouth moving and his fellow team members cheering whatever he was saying, but he couldn't focus.
His mind was firmly focused on the tiny box sat in his Quidditch robe pockets.
"Oi Pucey!" The frustrated Scottish accent broke through his thoughts. "What the hell is wrong with ye?"
He realised his best friend was now stood right in front of him and Cormac was stood behind Wood, laughing silently.
"Come on! It's game time! The rest of the team has already entered the pitch. Where's your bloody brain at?"
"Sorry, I was focused on the plays, Oliver, just going over them one last time."
"Hmmm, that better be all it is, Ades. We can't lose this game, because I'd never live it down. Aoife O'Hare has been baiting me all week."
Adrian watched him wander towards the exit, Cormac smirking at him. "Block her out, Pucey, just for a few hours." He then followed Oliver onto the pitch.
Adrian was alone now. He started to walk slowly behind them, his hand shoved into his pocket, feeling the velvet box, he’d picked up from his Gringott’s vault earlier that morning, against his fingers.
Who would have thought that Ginny Weasley of all people would change his whole outlook on life by leaving him naked and wanting in the showers?
Block her out Cormac had said, but he had no idea of the power this witch wielded over him.
No, block her out he wouldn't do, but he would ask her to marry him. Yes, after the match.
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Oliver stood in the middle of the pitch, the cheers of the crowd were deafening. Whatever he told people, he sure missed the feeling of being a player, jumping on the broom and the rush of wind adding to the glorious noise the crowd made. There was nothing like it.
But Hermione hadn't been wrong when she had told him he quit Quidditch to protect his legacy. The way she had always been able to see through him had helped and sadly hindered their relationship. She hadn't been to blame, he was changing his own life and he hadn't handled the change very well.
Quidditch after all was his life.
He kicked off from the ground alongside the rest of his squad and flew at breakneck speed to the goal posts. It was time.
The first twenty minutes of the match saw the girls forty points ahead of them. He couldn't understand what was happening. It was like the girls knew exactly where they were going to be. The result of the game was suddenly falling to his own shoulders to save as many goals as he could. O'Hare had already put three past him and Ginny a further two.
A quick timeout was called as Gwenog Jones received medical attention after a wayward Bludger smashed her shoulder.
Oliver flew down to meet Cormac on the pitch.
"What on earth is going on, McLaggen?! It’s like they know all our plays!"
"I know! I'm not sure what’s happening, I thought you swapped theirs about?" He questioned Oliver, his voice lowering.
"I did!"
"What did you change them to? Our plays?"
Oliver looked around frantically before stopping, his face hardening. Cormac followed his gaze and saw Aoife O'Hare staring at them across the pitch, smiling. It was a smile that blatantly feigned innocence.
"They did the same to us, Cormac! Buggering hell! That night that I was attacked, they must have switched our plays! You have the original hard copies right?"
"No, you had them!"
"Sweet Merlin, we're flying fucking blind! Find Pucey, I'm going to have a word with the not so innocent looking O'Hare."
"Don't get yourself sent off, Wood, we'd have to play with Weasley then, and then we really would be screwed."
Cormac turned and went off to find Adrian, leaving Wood to storm across the pitch.
"Oi, O'Hare."
She was in conversation with Ginny now.
"You changed our plays."
"What?" She asked him turning to face him, as she did he couldn't help but notice her ethereal blue orbs.
"Y..you changed our plays, O'Hare, it was you who attacked me."
"I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about, Wood. Why on earth would we cheat to win, when we can beat you fair and square anyway?"
Oliver glared at her; she smiled serenely. It was infuriating. "I know you cheated, Aoife."
"How'd you know, Oliver? Is it because you cheated, too?"
She had moved closer to him and all he could think about was the fact that she was just like him. He saw the passion raging in her eyes. She wanted to win at any cost. Just like he did. How had he never noticed this about her before?
She played for his team for crying out loud! He was a moron.
A look of understanding passed between them. He knew she had cheated, and she knew he had, but now that they knew, the playing field had levelled.
A fight to the death it would seem.
The whistle blew and without another word they stalked away from each other.
He hurried back over to Cormac and Adrian, quickly shouting a few instructions on what they should do now.
Then he was back in front of the hoops in no time and this time, when he saw Aoife flying full pelt towards him he smiled at her. His smile caught her off guard, making her shot off target. It flew through the gap.
He felt the need to return the favour she had been paying him all week. "Need to try harder than that if you're gonna beat me, Aoife," he baited.
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Hermione had briefly spoke to Ginny who had told her that their original plan had now been scuppered and that now Hermione of all people needed to think of a distraction, possibly one that involved Cormac.
She snuck a glance over at him, he was only sat mere metres from her. She was having enough trouble concentrating with him sat so close without giving herself more problems.
The match had now drawn level, Oliver had saved every goal that Aoife had thrown his way and most of Ginny's. Only Angelina had a clean score record at the moment.
This game was getting dirty, both teams had received penalties for a range of fouls including Blagging and Blurting and Ginny had had to receive medical attention again for a particularly nasty bout of Cobbing. Hermione was sure her nose had broken when Zacharias Smith's elbow had hit her.
She saw Cormac's knee bobbing up and down with anxiety and she felt a rush of affection for him. The man who had taken her out for their date the other night was about as far away from the boy from school as he could possibly get.
His words from earlier were still playing around in her head.
Be brave he had said. After the game Ginny had said.
Fuck it; she needed him to know now.
She clambered over the bench to where he was sat.
Startled, he looked up at her.
"Come with me a minute?"
"Now? But..." She bent down and brushed a soft kiss to his lips and stepped back. He stood up without another word and followed her out of the Captain's box and into the small room behind.
"Hermione, I..."
"I want to be brave for you, Cormac. I want to be with you."
She felt his eyes searching her face, his hands grasping hers and pulling her into him. "You mean it?" He whispered, his lips so close to hers.
"With all my heart."
That was all he needed to hear from her and she wrapped his arms around him as his lips crashed down onto hers for a demanding kiss filled with want and promises for later.
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Out of the corner of his eye Oliver had seen Cormac follow Hermione out of the Captain’s box. What on earth was he playing at?
Couldn't he see that Flint had just been smashed in the head with a Bludger and needed to be substituted?
Until the captain called it, then that player would have to wait. They were now a man down as Flint did his best to avoid players and Bludgers, blood trailing in the air behind him.
"FUCK."
He knew McLaggen had been interested in Hermione and yet still he had entrusted him to focus. He should have known better or at least realised from his own past experience that Hermione Granger was a difficult woman to ignore.
O'Hare was coming straight for him, but she hadn't scored against him since their brief interlude earlier. He could see that it was driving her mental.
Ginny was flanking her on the left and he watched as the two witches hurtled towards him.
She feinted to the left and then he watched as the Quaffle left her hand aiming for the right hoop. He changed his direction and realised that he was going to be there in perfect time to save yet another of O'Hare's shots-on-goal when out of the corner of his eye he saw the flicker of the red dress Hermione had been wearing. In the split moment he lost his focus, the Quaffle sailed passed his outstretched hand and through the hoop.
The crowd roared, but he couldn't hear them, he was totally focused on the smiling faces of Cormac and Hermione.
Merlin he was so angry with them all. There was one thing Cormac had had to do, and that was to remain focused for one bloody match.
In anger he flew over to Zacharias and snatched the club out of his hand, and zoomed towards the oncoming Bludger. His bones vibrated in his arm when he made contact with the Bludger. He smiled as the Bludger made its merry way towards Cormac in the Captain’s box.
In the distance, he heard the whistle blow and the shout of Bumphing was announced over the tannoy as the foul.
Luckily for Cormac the Bludger’s trajectory changed at the last moment, but he had seen it coming, and the look on his face had sated Wood's anger.
The girls took their free penalty and this time Oliver saved it. He'd already let the last one through; they weren't having a second. The score was now 200-180 in favour of the girls; the gap was closing.
He roared some instructions to Zacharias to pass onto the chasers, and at last, Cormac substituted Thomas for Flint.
They were back to full strength and in moments the boys had drawn the score level.
It was all-out war once again.
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Hermione stared mouth open up at Wood who had just sent a Bludger towards her and Cormac. Cormac had immediately pushed her to one side his body bracing to take the impact, which luckily didn’t happened.
"What on earth..."
"Wood is angry at me, I just lost game focus, although personally I enjoyed my distraction very much, Miss Granger."
Hermione smirked. "I will never understand the importance placed on a game."
"Well, we all like to win things, Hermione."
"N..No it’s the taking part that counts, Cormac,” she stumbled on her words as he turned his predatory gaze back to her.
"Well, I look forward to taking part with you, my love. I'm sure in our game we will both win. In fact I know we will. I'll teach you how to appreciate winning."
The metaphor wasn't lost on Hermione. "I'm not sure I can wait too long, Cormac."
"As soon as that snitch is caught, I'm coming for you."
She didn't miss the smile that enveloped his face when her small hand slipped into his. "I'll be waiting."
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Adrian had managed to avoid thinking about Ginny for most of the match. Apart from when he had wanted to smash Smith's face in for breaking his girlfriend’s nose. She was a determined player and he knew she had sustained worse injuries over the years.
He now had the Quaffle and was avoiding female chasers and Bludgers all over the place, he threw the Quaffle with as much force as he could and punched the air as it sailed through the hoop.
As his arm was coming back to rejoin his broom he felt an unimaginable pain in his back. He had taken a hit from a Bludger.
The hit had dislodged his stability on the broom and with the pounding pain in his back it was inevitable. He slipped. He hadn't realised that the little velvet box in his pocket had been shifting with all his movement and this last jerk meant it freely fell.
Like a man possessed, he managed to scrabble back onto his broom and ignored the pain, which was causing the edges of his vision to blacken. He couldn't lose that ring.
In hindsight, Adrian would look back on this moment and ask himself where, other than the ground, he thought this ring was going to disappear to, but in that moment he had to catch it.
As if he was a seeker who had seen the snitch he flew after the falling box and managed to catch it moments before it hit the floor.
The blackness that had been threatening his vision and the pain in his back came back tenfold, however, and the last thing he saw as he fell off his broom towards the ground was a streak of red.
Ginny.
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Hermione watched with her face in her hands.
The commentator was going mental, describing the scenes before them.
"PUCEY SCORES!"
"AND TAKES A NASTY HIT IN THE BACK FROM A BLUDGER. MERLIN I THOUGHT HE WAS GOING TO FALL OFF THEN."
"BUT WAIT A MOMENT, WHAT’S THIS. PUCEY IS DIVING AS IF HE IS A SEEKER WHO HAS SEEN THE SNITCH. HAS HE?"
"WHAT WE ARE SEEING HERE IS INCREDIBLE. IF ADRIAN CATCHS THE SNITCH THEN THE GIRLS WILL WIN BY DEFAULT. I CAN'T BELIEVE HE WOULD THROW THE GAME LIKE THIS!"
"WOOD IS GOING MENTAL AT THE OTHER END OF THE PITCH. HIS STAR CHASER IS ABOUT TO LOSE THEM THE GAME."
"PUCEY CATCHES THE SNITCH. THE GIRLS WIN THIS SAMHAIN CHARITY MATCH. BUT WAIT, PUCEY ISN'T PULLING UP."
Hermione ignored the tanoy; her focus was intent on watching Ginny who was flying at a ridiculous speed towards the crumpled body of Adrian.
"Come on, we need to get down there," Cormac shouted at her.
The pair of them Apparated straight to the pitch and arrived just as the Medi-witch on duty was waking up Adrian.
Before anyone could say anything, Ginny started shouting at him.
"WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU DOING ADRIAN? YOU COULD HAVE KILLED YOURSELF! YOU'RE NOT A BLOODY SEEKER! WHAT ARE YOU PLAYING AT? YOU ARE NOT SODDING HARRY POTTER TRYING OUT MOVES LIKE THAT!"
"Err, Miss, I need to get him to the medical tent. He's taken quite a hit to his spine, I need to fix him up quickly."
"N...no, I need to say something first," Adrian said ignoring the gaggle of people surrounding him. His focus solely on the tearstained face of the witch he was irrevocably in love with.
"Ginny..."
Gasps flew through the small crowd of people surrounding them as his hand opened to reveal not the snitch but the little black velvet box.
"Adrian, what are you doing?" Ginny asked quietly her eyes darting between him, the crowd and the little box in his outstretched hand.
"The last seven months that you have been in my life have changed me, forever. I can't imagine being with anyone else, you have become the first thing I think about when I wake, the last thing I think about before sleep and you even invade my dreams. I am totally head over heels in love with you. These last two weeks not seeing you, not holding you, have killed me and I don't ever want to be in that situation again. Ginny Weasley, I want to marry you. Will you be my wife?"
She watched as he struggled to open the box, his movement restricted by the pain. She reached over him and took the box from his hand; opening it she was left speechless by the beautiful ring he had chosen for her. A dainty silver band with a Gryffindor red ruby surrounded by tiny diamonds.
"Have I finally rendered your sarcastic mouth speechless, my dear?"
She didn't respond, her eyes finding his and his mouth turning up into a smile as a silent message was shared between them.
"Ginny, you need to answer the poor man," Hermione called out
"Yes, Yes, Yes. I will marry you, Adrian, you crazy, crazy man."
Suddenly a roar rang out across the stadium, Ginny and Adrian both flushed bright red as they remembered that this little private moment between them had played just played out in front of an entire stadium of Quidditch fans in the middle of a match!
"AHH, A QUIDDITCH WEDDING! WELL, I'LL GIVE IT TO PUCEY HE CERTAINLY KNOWS HOW TO MAKE A PROPOSAL. LETS GIVE THE HAPPY COUPLE A ROUND OF APPLAUSE, LADIES AND GENTS, AS PUCEY GOES OFF TO RECIEVE MEDICAL ATTENTION AND WEASLEY RETURNS TO THE SKY."
"OH LOOK, WOOD LOOKS LIKE HES READY TO HANG HIMSELF. THE GUYS ARE TEN POINTS UP THANKS TO PUCEY'S GOAL, BUT NOW THEY HAVE LOST THEIR BEST CHASER. IT'S UP TO POTTER NOW TO SECURE THE SNITCH AND FINISH THIS GAME FOR THE GUYS."
"THE WHISTLE BLOWS AND WE ARE BACK IN ACTION."
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Cormac looked around, he had no spare chasers to sub. He knew he had to help his team out. He turned to Hermione.
"Will my hip hold up if I fly today?"
She looked at him, her face already showing the disapproval she was obviously feeling.
"If you take a hit from a Bludger, Cormac, it might never repair. Even if you don't, you'll be back on crutches tonight and will extend your treatment by a couple of weeks."
"I have to do this, my team needs me, my love, and to be honest, I'm sure a few weeks extra of having you manhandle me, especially now, is not going to be a problem."
"Go, I'll have some stuff ready to treat you at the end of the match, but you need a beater to cover you, Cormac. I mean it."
He pulled his jumper and t-shirt off as he moved to go past her, smirking as he dipped in for a quick kiss. "Like what you see?"
"As long as it looks like that later, Cormac, then yes, yes, I do."
She watched him head back to the locker room, wishing she could follow him and watch him continue to undress.
Samhain was quickly becoming Hermione's favourite holiday; the bonfire party tonight would see fireworks for sure.
Turning back to the match she wondered how long it might continue as Ginny threw another shot that Wood caught.
Moments later a blur of blond and blue shot past her, Cormac had entered the game.
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"MCLAGGEN COMES ON AS A SUBSTITUTE FOR PUCEY AND TAKES HOLD OF THE QUAFFLE ALMOST IMMEDIATELY."
"GOAL FOR MCLAGGEN!!"
Oliver punched the air, this was it. They could win from this point. Whist Cormac played Keeper he had also played position of Chaser back in his early days until the Keeper position had become available.
Now he just needed Potter to catch that damn snitch and end this.
Twenty minutes later and Oliver was losing his cool. Ginny was on fire, the euphoria of her engagement appeared to have spurred her on, and the men were now 40 points behind. With one beater covering and protecting Cormac it meant that they weren't blocking enough of the girls’ passes.
Suddenly, Oliver realised that both seekers were diving.
"NO!" He roared they couldn't win.
"KNOCK HER OFF HER BROOM POTTER!" He yelled across the pitch, knowing that Harry couldn't hear him and even if he could he wouldn't do it. They had lost.
He watched as the female seeker's hand closed around the small golden ball and the stadium was filled with high-pitched cheers and screams.
He couldn't believe he had lost.
He barely noticed one of the female players break off from the pack that was zooming around the stadium soaking in the cheers and head towards him.
He watched as his teammates landed and couldn't miss the red flash as Hermione joined the guys on the floor. Making a beeline straight for Cormac. He watched as she threw her arms around him before pulling him away from the pitch.
"So you lost."
The voice took him by surprise and when he turned he was faced with the smirking face of Aoife.
"It would appear I did yes, thank you ever so much for coming over here to remind me."
"Well I enjoyed playing against you Oliver, but you know what the losers get, don't you?"
He glared at her, why was she tormenting him?
"Let me guess, nothing."
"Oh no, you get the consolation prize."
She moved closer to him and he watched her as she started to undo her robes. He was dumbfounded to realise that underneath her quidditch robes she had nothing on.
"Wha...." He couldn't speak.
"Close your mouth, Oliver, otherwise I'll throw a Quaffle through it."
She snickered as his mouth flew shut. She laced her robes back up and started to descend down towards the pitch.
He remained there not sure what to do next.
"Are you coming, Wood?" She called up to him and suddenly he was chasing her down to the ground.
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Cormac was following Hermione through the halls towards the little medical room. Her small hand was clasped in his, pulling him along.
He couldn't help but admire the view she was giving him of her pert little behind. It was turning him on. He knew she was speaking, but he wasn't taking in anything she was saying.
He stopped and pulled her back towards him.
"What are you doing?" She asked him as he edged them so her back was against the corridor wall and she lay entrapped between him and the wall.
"Winning." Was the only answer he gave her before his lips were on hers and it wasn't long before her small hands were tearing at the robes that shielded his skin from hers.
Soon her hands were moving across his bare chest and he could barely contain his need for her.
"Hermione, what are you doing to me?" He breathed against her neck, biting lightly as he caught his breath.
She didn't answer with words but the moan she made as his hands bunched up her dress and scuffed against her thighs was all he needed. He hoisted her up and leaned into her and took ownership of her lips as her legs wrapped around his waist.
As her tongue battled with his and her small fingers tugged on his hair, his hands had found her knickers. With one quick tug he ripped the barely there material and now she was there moaning, writhing and open for him.
"Oh sweet, sweet, Hermione, are you ready to win?"
His question was answered with a muffled cry as his fingers entered her.
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Not knowing the result of the game was beginning to kill Adrian. The medics had told him to lay still, they had done the healing spells and he would be ok, but he had been ordered to rest for the rest of the evening.
Where was Hermione when he needed her, he was sure he could sweet talk her into letting him go and find Ginny. Merlin he had asked her to marry him and now he was bed bound, couldn't even go and find his future wife and hug her, kiss her, fuck her.
He chuckled to himself at the idea of asking the medics if he could just pop out for a quick shag... well, ok, nothing was ever quick with him and Ginny.
There was a knock at the door and the woman he had been thinking about pushed open the door and let herself in.
"Hey."
"Hey!"
"Don't you move, Pucey."
"Is that anyway to address your future husband?"
She moved so she was perched on the edge of his bed.
"You scared me out there, Adrian. I thought, well, I don't want to think about what I thought."
He moved his hand so it enclosed hers.
"I know, I'm sorry, it was stupid, but I don't regret what I did."
"Me either, I love you, Adrian Pucey."
"Come here, kiss me, Miss Weasley."
"The medics have told me you have to rest."
"I think I can at least kiss my future wife without much harm, don't you?"
He watched as she stood up chuckling, taking out her wand she pointed it at the door.
"Oh I think we can do one better that."
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Hermione had lost all sensible thought, she wasn't even sure right now if what she was feeling was real or a dream. She was lost to the feeling of Cormac. His skin against hers was red hot. She wasn't sure when he had replaced his fingers with his tongue, but she knew she had come into his mouth on more than one occasion. She wasn't sure how she was still supporting herself on her own legs.
With one final suck on her clit he moved himself so that he was stood up tall in front of her.
"I must look a right state,” she managed to mumble.
"You look totally fuckable, Hermione Granger, and I'm loving that it was me that did this to you."
"We could get caught, I'm surprised we haven't already, Cormac. We should take this somewhere else."
"And where would you take me, Hermione?" He smirked as he watched her straighten out her dress.
"Anywhere, Cormac."
"Anywhere?"
"And everywhere."
"Dirty girl."
"I like to surprise people you know."
"Good, because we aren't going anywhere... and I want you naked."
"C...Cormac?"
"Don't get all shy on me now sweetheart." He moved his hands under her dress once more placing them on her smooth backside and pulling her towards him in a way that left nothing to the imagination.
She moaned underneath his touch and then her hands were at his belt buckle and she was undoing his zipper.
He chuckled softly before pulling at her dress again until it was over her head and she stood before him naked.
"No bra?" He asked with a guttural groan.
Her hands were on him now as his eyes took in her breathtaking body. Her fingertips traced the outline of his taut stomach muscles and continued down until the top of his trousers stopped her.
"I need you, I need you now, Hermione."
He wasted no time in pushing down his trousers, and couldn't help but smirk at the little gasp Hermione made when she saw his cock jutting proudly in front of her.
"I need you too, Cormac. Please..."
He wasted no more time, leaning down he took her lips with his own and lifted her into his arms. Hermione’s legs wrapped around his waist and as she did so, he pushed into her and found his heaven.
They were a perfect fit.
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Adrian was in heaven or was it hell? He couldn't quite work out if this was bliss or torture. Ginny had sent a spell at him which had bound him to the bed so tightly that he could barely move and now he was at her mercy and wow what a mercy that had turned out to be. She had undressed in front of him and with a quick flick of her wand; he lay naked in front of her.
His cock was already standing to attention; she had such an effect on him.
His hands tugged at the ropes that bound him.
"You aren't supposed to be moving, Pucey." Her stern words had come from somewhere behind him.
"You seriously think I'm going to just lay here and not partake?"
"That’s exactly what you are going to do, my love. Think of it as a reward for how badly I treated you last night!"
His world went black then as she covered his eyes with some sort of blindfold.
"If you can't see then you're less likely to want to touch."
"I always want to touch, Weasley."
"And that is exactly why you are tied down."
Before he could retort with some more witty banter, the words were lost to a groan as he felt her warm mouth enclose around his throbbing cock.
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Oliver was lost, lost to this beautiful witch whose mouth was doing wonderful things to his swollen cock. Sweet Merlin as soon as he had caught up to her and stumbled through his office door, she had shrugged off her robes and wasted no time in pulling his trousers open.
He now had to lean against the wall to support himself on his jelly legs.
"Aoife,” he moaned her name before she removed her mouth with a pop.
She stood to face him, his eyes taking in her naked glory. "Come with me, you dirty witch."
He discarded his robes and lost his trousers before grabbing her hand and pulling him through a hidden door at the back of his office.
"Where are we going?"
"I'm gonna wash your dirty mouth out with soap," Oliver snickered. Taking in her expression as she took in the room before them.
"You're own private bathroom?"
"Oh yes and before you ask, no, no-one knows about it! We won't be disturbed."
She turned smiling at him and pushed him towards the large open shower cubicle. "Perfect!"
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Hermione's cry was just about stifled by Cormac's hand. She was seconds away from internal combustion, she was sure of it and yet he somehow had the control to slow himself down every time she was about to peak. He was a delicious torment.
Their bodies were coated in a sheen of sweat and yet his grip hadn't faltered once. Neither had his thrusts into her and coherent thought had long since left her. She had been turned into moans, groans, and cries of which he kept stifling with his hands.
"You're going to get us caught, gorgeous girl," he managed to mutter his teeth gritted.
"Then stop teasing, Cormac. I want to let go, I want to let go with you."
She thought something was wrong then as he stopped all movement. But then he moved them away from the wall and Hermione felt the familiar squeeze of Apparition.
"What?"
"I refuse to let the woman I am in love with come against a corridor wall, Hermione."
She took in her surroundings then, they were in a bedroom, his bedroom she guessed. Her eyes found his again and she focused back onto where they were joined as his throbbing cock reminded her there were more important things to be doing now than asking questions.
He lowered her then and her back fell into the soft covers of his bed and almost cried as he moved away from her and took his lovely cock with him.
She scooted up the bed as he made to join her and with no more words he was kissing her again and she was filled once more by him and this time he didn't tease her and soon she was seeing stars as she exploded around him and this time when she screamed his name he didn't stifle it with his hand but instead joined her in a glorious roar as he emptied himself into her.
Moments later he collapsed next to her and pulled her into his arms and they just lay there panting until sleep overtook them in their sated bliss.
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Ginny stood admiring her fiancé’s physique, she knew from first hand experience how much training went into being physically fit enough to play Quidditch professionally and Adrian had a body to die for. A hint of pride filled her as she imagined all the witches who stared at his Witch Weekly photos and dreamed of having him.
And here she was, with her hand around his cock doing exactly that. Having him.
She moved up so she was knelt on the bed beside him and she felt him stiffen as her skin grazed his.
“Sweet Circe, witch, you are tease.”
She giggled in response and he groaned again.
She moved so she could position him against her entrance.
"I want to taste you, witch, I want you to come on my face."
"But..."
"I don't think the Medi-witches said I couldn't use my mouth, now do it."
Ginny realised she had no argument to that, and for once in her life, she did as she was told and moved so she was hovering above his face.
"Sit!" He ordered and she obeyed.
His mouth immediately latched onto her clit and sooner than she expected she was at the height of orgasm. She felt it flood from her and she made to move.
"Again!" He demanded swallowing her essence.
She was so heightened with arousal, at the glistening of her juices on his face, and his aroused demands that again she obeyed without a word.
This time she was writhing within seconds, his tongue delving as deep into her as it could, as if she was ice cream he had been dying to taste.
Moments later, she screamed her second release. This time he didn't say anything when she removed herself from her position.
She moved down so once again she was poised to sink onto him and this time he said the words she wanted him to.
"I love you, witch, now fucking sit on it."
They groaned in unison as she enveloped him into her hot heat. She couldn't go slowly and from his wild moaning she didn't think he wanted her to either. She rode his cock like she was dying, sending them both into a heated frenzy.
"Untie me, Ginny!" He cried out.
"No!" She panted.
"Then touch yourself and let me watch, I'm going to come so hard, but not before you do!"
She conceded and with wandless magic the blindfold disappeared and he moaned at the site of this beautiful woman covered in a sheen of sweat, riding him whilst fingering her clit.
"That's it, baby, come for me."
And she did, her clenching walls sending him over the edge and with a roar he filled her.
She came to lie next to him as they came down from their high. The spell she had been holding over him was released and he pulled her into his arms.
"I love you, Ginny, so much."
Before she could respond a loud knock interrupted their moment.
"Mr Pucey? Miss Weasley? Why is this door locked?! Hello."
They silently stilted their giggles and quickly tidied themselves up whilst the insistent Medi-witch continued to rattle the door. Before opening the door, Ginny sent a freshening spell around the small room.
"I love you, too!" Ginny whispered as she unlocked the door and proceeded to apologise to the medic for falling asleep.
All the time trying to keep a straight face.
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The water was cascading over the very naked, but conjoined bodies of Aoife and Oliver. He couldn't believe his luck. He was suddenly realising how much he had been looking at her over the last few months. Her lusciously perky breasts had caught his eye on more than one occasion, but his Quidditch-focused mind had blinded him almost to her fabulous assets and here they were now quite literally in his hands!
"Don't think I haven't caught you looking at my tits before now, Wood!" Her breathless voice caught him off guard.
He thrusting stilled for a moment.
He looked torn. "I don't think I even knew what I wanted or what I was doing, Aoife!"
"I know you didn't, Oliver," she whispered in his ear as she shifted against him causing his cock to throb inside of her again.
"Keep still, witch. Otherwise it'll be over before it's begun," he grit out fighting the urge to let himself go.
"Well, we'd just have to keep going until we get it right, Oliver. We’re alike you and I."
"I could stay here, like this with you, on the edge of ecstasy forever. I don't understand how I never saw it before."
"I don't want to sit on the edge, Oliver, I was to explode with you, I want to see it all, feel it all and do it all with you! Now please, please fuck me!"
His lips found hers and with a hard thrust he sent them both over the edge and they did indeed explode together.
"I don't think I’ll ever get bored of watching your tits bounce like that, knowing it's me that's causing them to move in such a way."
Catching her breath she laughed. "Wood, you’re such a pervert.” She smirked. “Now, are you going to live up to your name? Where's your wood?!"
"I'll show you just how hard in can be!"
Laughing she kissed him and pulled him back under the warm water.
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Hermione woke up encased in strong arms and sighed contentedly.
"Hello, gorgeous."
She smiled up at Cormac. "Hello yourself, that was an impressive performance, Mr McLaggen."
"On or off the pitch?" He smirked.
"Oh definitely off, I think on the pitch you could do with some work."
The laughed together then.
"We should get up, that’s if you still want to attend the Samhain Bonfire and of course the presentation of the cup to your team!"
"I'd much rather stay in bed with you, but I'm pretty sure we'll have plenty of time after that."
"I'm not letting you out of my sight, Granger, so as long as you're ok with that I'm pretty sure we have all the time in the world."
"Sounds perfect." She leant over to kiss him and drank him in; when he pulled away she could see the desire in his eyes.
"We need to go now otherwise I'm not sure I’ll be able to stop myself."
Hermione laughed and pulled away from him, pushing the messy covers off of her, she stood and stretched.
"Ok... seriously? Are you not bored of torturing me yet?"
"Never!" She laughed, exiting the room in search of the shower.
Cormac flumped back onto the bed. "Second door on your left,” he called after the sexy witch.
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Half an hour later they were ready to leave and he pulled her close so they could Apparate to the party.
Hand in hand they walked closer to the bonfire on the lookout for their friends.
"Hermione!" They turned and saw the red hair of Ginny's gleaming in the firelight.
The girls hugged each other and Ginny proudly showed off her ring to them both, babbling away.
"So where have you two been?"
"Where's Adrian?" Hermione and Cormac asked at the same time.
"He sat over by the fire, he’s been told to rest but you know what he’s like, he refused to stay at home so I've stuck him to the chair."
"What do you mean you've stuck him to it, Ginny?" Hermione asked her hand still firmly encased in Cormac's larger one.
"I mean I've literally used a sticking charm to make sure he doesn't move. He so stubborn. He'll be coming to see you first thing on Monday morning by the way!"
"Ginny, you are horrendous," Hermione said laughing at the thought of poor Adrian.
"I'll take that as a compliment." She smirked back at her friend.
"So what’s this?" Ginny asked pointing to their joined hands.
"It's exactly what it looks like, Gin," Cormac answered her.
"Finally!"
They all laughed together.
"Come on, come and see Adrian, otherwise he'll be attempting to undo my good work."
They headed off closer to the bonfire and greeted all their friends.
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A couple of hours later they were all sat waiting for the fireworks to begin. Hermione was snuggled into Cormac when suddenly Adrian asked where Oliver was.
"Oh they are busy," Cormac replied.
"What? And what do you mean ‘they’?" Ginny asked.
"When Hermione was getting ready earlier, I popped back to the changing rooms to make sure Oliver wasn't drowning himself in despair."
"He wasn't then?" Hermione asked.
"Oh well, he was in the shower all right, but he was very much not drowning alone, if you get me."
Adrian laughed loudly. "Let me guess, Aoife?"
"Yup!" Cormac grinned.
"Perfect match if you ask me," Ginny announced snuggling closer to Adrian.
The whistle of a released firework screeched through the air. Gasps of ooh's and ahh's erupted throughout the crowd as the bang of colour splashed across the sky.
"I think I have a new favorite holiday, Cormac."
"Oh yes? Wouldn't be Samhain would it by any chance, my love."
"Yes, yes it would be."
She turned to face him then and he pulled her close and let his lips brush against hers.
"I think I'm ready to go home and make our own fireworks, Granger."
"Me too."
Without so much of a goodbye they disappeared with a tiny pop.
Adrian turned to look. "We've been abandoned, Gin."
"Charming, she’s going to get an earful about that tomorrow I swear it."
"Or, he suggested his arm wrapping around his girlfriend’s waist, we could go home and have a repeat performance of this afternoon."
"Deal!" He grinned as she picked up their stuff and joined him, his arms wrapping around her as they also disappeared with a pop.
The space that moments before had been filled with friends and laughter was now empty and silent, but one year later, was once again filled with friends and laughter and wine and good food as three happy couples celebrated their weddings on the day of Samhain.