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Title: Chasers in the Broom Shed
Author: Elena Miscellanyy/ dirtyxemoxkid
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 694
Prompt: Win
Summary: [AdrianBlaiseHermione] During a five minute sit-out, Adrian and Blaise run into Hermione.
Warnings: Okay, not so smutty this chapter. No smut in this chapter, unless I decide to be completely random. And some lovin'. *wink*
Notes: Originally written for tanzachick. Now, it's going to suddenly seem like I had a plot. Or somewhat of one. So, beware. And written for the prompt, Win, at lions_serpents
Chasers in the Broom Shed
Part Two
Finally. After those years of losing to Gryffindor--Slytherin had finally prevailed in Quidditch. And it was because both Chasers had gotten a quick fuck in the broom shed. During the match, they had both--in rapid succession--began scoring numerous points on Oliver Wood, the Gryffindor Keeper.
Potter had been tense about losing the game, allowing Malfoy to find the Snitch directly behind the boy. The Slytherins--if assumed correctly, were most likely throwing a party in the Commons. Ron had walked Harry back dejectedly to the Gryffindor Tower along with the rest of the Quidditch Team. Hermione had wanted to go back with them--but something inside her had kept her in the stands. As she finally decided to file out, she crashed.
"Kitten, why are you still here?" Adrian Pucey smirked at her, still in uniform and holding his broom. She smiled weakly back at him.
"Didn't want to go back yet."
Adrian placed a hand on her cheek. "Miss me?" She brushed past him with a sly grin.
"Not at all." In an instant, the Slytherin Chaser pinned Hermione to the wall.
"Are you sure?" He asked, drawing his lips closer.
"No." And with that, Adrian pressed his lips to Hermione's. His hands tugged furiously at her brown curls and her arms were wrapped around his neck. A startling voice interrupted them.
"I see this is why you played so well, Pucey." Adrian pulled away to see Marcus Flint grinning at him. Adrian shot the captain a rough look.
"I've got nothing to say but that she had better attend every one of our games." And with that, the black haired boy left, smirking.
"You will, won't you kitten?" He asked quietly, a smirk gracing his lips.
"If she doesn't, at least stash her in the broom shed." Coming up from behind him was Blaise Zabini. Hermione tensed and Blaise chuckled loudly. Adrian stepped away from Hermione as Blaise stepped closer, taking her cheek in his hand.
"Nothing to worry about, Granger, just here for a friendly hello." Blaise grinned, pressing a chaste kiss to her lips. "What's with the sour face?" He pinched her cheek in a joking manner.
"Just to let you both know, I don't think I can attend the next game." Both Adrian and Blaise sent her serious looks. "I'm not joking! I have homework and studying--I missed a lot for this game."
Adrian leaned against the wall on her left side. "You can't do that to us--"
"And you can't keep getting penalty cards--they'll kick you out of the game, won't they?"
Blaise leaned on her other side. "We'll just have to shag you before games then. And then you can sit in the Common Room and study your little brains out." Hermione crossed her arms with a blush.
"The fact is, my brain evaporates after you shag me like that!" Adrian laughed hollowly, before kissing her gently.
"I think we'll have to play it safe, Zabini, or our little kitten won't be such a know-it-all." Adrian joked to Blaise, who grinned and pinched Hermione's cheek.
"At least Snape would be happy."
"Oh, shut up. If I stayed here to be jumped and taunted by--"
"The hottest Chasers ever to make the Slytherin Team--" Adrian interrupted.
"Then, I'm certainly quite excited." Blaise finished. Hermione crossed her arms, before huffing impatiently. Adrian grinning mockingly at her.
"Sometimes I don't know what to do with either of you."
"What do you mean do with? Why do you just do us and get it over with?" Blaise asked, running a hand through his dark curls.
"There's not another game for a few weeks." Hermione said, watching Blaise. He kissed her nose, before pushing her down the hallway.
"And we can't shag because we feel like it? We just won a game against Gryffindor. Can't we at least have a victory shag?" Hermione snorted.
"I have homework to tend to--victory or not. Have fun, Zabini." Adrian said, grinning. He picked up his broom and left Hermione and Blaise alone.
"So, will I win?"
"I suppose the chivalrous Gryffindor will let you win this time." And Hermione and Blaise retreated to the broom shed. Again.
Author: Elena Miscellanyy/ dirtyxemoxkid
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 694
Prompt: Win
Summary: [AdrianBlaiseHermione] During a five minute sit-out, Adrian and Blaise run into Hermione.
Warnings: Okay, not so smutty this chapter. No smut in this chapter, unless I decide to be completely random. And some lovin'. *wink*
Notes: Originally written for tanzachick. Now, it's going to suddenly seem like I had a plot. Or somewhat of one. So, beware. And written for the prompt, Win, at lions_serpents
Chasers in the Broom Shed
Part Two
Finally. After those years of losing to Gryffindor--Slytherin had finally prevailed in Quidditch. And it was because both Chasers had gotten a quick fuck in the broom shed. During the match, they had both--in rapid succession--began scoring numerous points on Oliver Wood, the Gryffindor Keeper.
Potter had been tense about losing the game, allowing Malfoy to find the Snitch directly behind the boy. The Slytherins--if assumed correctly, were most likely throwing a party in the Commons. Ron had walked Harry back dejectedly to the Gryffindor Tower along with the rest of the Quidditch Team. Hermione had wanted to go back with them--but something inside her had kept her in the stands. As she finally decided to file out, she crashed.
"Kitten, why are you still here?" Adrian Pucey smirked at her, still in uniform and holding his broom. She smiled weakly back at him.
"Didn't want to go back yet."
Adrian placed a hand on her cheek. "Miss me?" She brushed past him with a sly grin.
"Not at all." In an instant, the Slytherin Chaser pinned Hermione to the wall.
"Are you sure?" He asked, drawing his lips closer.
"No." And with that, Adrian pressed his lips to Hermione's. His hands tugged furiously at her brown curls and her arms were wrapped around his neck. A startling voice interrupted them.
"I see this is why you played so well, Pucey." Adrian pulled away to see Marcus Flint grinning at him. Adrian shot the captain a rough look.
"I've got nothing to say but that she had better attend every one of our games." And with that, the black haired boy left, smirking.
"You will, won't you kitten?" He asked quietly, a smirk gracing his lips.
"If she doesn't, at least stash her in the broom shed." Coming up from behind him was Blaise Zabini. Hermione tensed and Blaise chuckled loudly. Adrian stepped away from Hermione as Blaise stepped closer, taking her cheek in his hand.
"Nothing to worry about, Granger, just here for a friendly hello." Blaise grinned, pressing a chaste kiss to her lips. "What's with the sour face?" He pinched her cheek in a joking manner.
"Just to let you both know, I don't think I can attend the next game." Both Adrian and Blaise sent her serious looks. "I'm not joking! I have homework and studying--I missed a lot for this game."
Adrian leaned against the wall on her left side. "You can't do that to us--"
"And you can't keep getting penalty cards--they'll kick you out of the game, won't they?"
Blaise leaned on her other side. "We'll just have to shag you before games then. And then you can sit in the Common Room and study your little brains out." Hermione crossed her arms with a blush.
"The fact is, my brain evaporates after you shag me like that!" Adrian laughed hollowly, before kissing her gently.
"I think we'll have to play it safe, Zabini, or our little kitten won't be such a know-it-all." Adrian joked to Blaise, who grinned and pinched Hermione's cheek.
"At least Snape would be happy."
"Oh, shut up. If I stayed here to be jumped and taunted by--"
"The hottest Chasers ever to make the Slytherin Team--" Adrian interrupted.
"Then, I'm certainly quite excited." Blaise finished. Hermione crossed her arms, before huffing impatiently. Adrian grinning mockingly at her.
"Sometimes I don't know what to do with either of you."
"What do you mean do with? Why do you just do us and get it over with?" Blaise asked, running a hand through his dark curls.
"There's not another game for a few weeks." Hermione said, watching Blaise. He kissed her nose, before pushing her down the hallway.
"And we can't shag because we feel like it? We just won a game against Gryffindor. Can't we at least have a victory shag?" Hermione snorted.
"I have homework to tend to--victory or not. Have fun, Zabini." Adrian said, grinning. He picked up his broom and left Hermione and Blaise alone.
"So, will I win?"
"I suppose the chivalrous Gryffindor will let you win this time." And Hermione and Blaise retreated to the broom shed. Again.