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Fic - Quidditch Queen 
22nd February 2007 20:57
Title: Quidditch Queen
Author: [info]freckles42
Characters: Padma Patil/Ginny Weasley
Rating: R
Warnings: none
Kinks chosen: phallophilia, dildos, lap dances, AND blindfolding
Word Count: ~1000
Summary: Padma and Ginny are up to something naughty in the Quidditch locker room.
Disclaimer: All characters portrayed are at least 18 years of age. None of the characters herein belong to me, all are JKR's, who is nice enough to let us play in her sandbox.
Author's notes: A thank you to [info]emiime for the quick beta! Any mistakes remaining are my own. This was intended to be posted this morning but somehow got neglected. My deepest apologies, as I was away from the computer all day, but now I'm posting it with about a half-hour to spare in my time zone. This fic almost-sort-of goes with my drawing from earlier. :D




Padma pushed through the crowd outside the door to the Magpies’ women’s locker rooms, wishing that the men would learn to bathe and that the women would tone down the perfume. Henri, one of the security guards positioned at the door, spotted her in the pulsing crowd.

“Padma! Come on through!” he called, offering a hand through the throng to guide her to safety.

Her silver bangles cuffed someone’s ear as she stretched her own arm out to take Henri’s hand, and the girl screeched in protest. Padma grunted inelegantly as the bulky security guard hauled her bodily through the crowd and past the safety charms; her special visitor’s badge allowing her to pass through without getting her hair fried off.

She patted down her outfit, smoothing out her favourite red wrap dress before squeezing Henri’s arm. “Cheers,” she said, tossing a smug look over her shoulder at the women still behind the barrier. “I’m glad you spotted me.”

“How could I miss you?” the muscular man responded, eyes trailing over her body before flicking back out over the people pushing forward.

She propped herself with one hand against a wall and tugged on her heels (she had learned long ago that if she wanted to make it through a crowd without breaking an ankle that she should not wear heels over one inch high). Her finger hooked behind her ankle as she tugged up the strap, then she straightened up.

“Go on in,” Henri said, watching her with one eye, keeping the other on the crowd. “She’s expecting you.”

With a flip of her hair – a red scarf tied around it – and a quick tit-check (perky and looking great), she smiled and slid past the door into the locker room.



Padma had waiting very patiently for Ginny to finish. She’d been taking twice as long as usual and all the other players had left to go celebrate their win. Padma tapped her toes against the wooden floor, arms crossed, impatient to leave so they could go mingle and be social and do everything they were supposed to do.

“Over here,” Ginny instructed Padma. The newest Seeker was still half in her player’s kit, wandering about in her sports bra, shin guards still fixed to her legs. Padma sighed and wandered over.

“Hurry up, Gin,” she said, glancing at her watch again. “We’ll be late.”

Ginny reached into her locker and pulled out…

“No way,” Padma said, eyes wide. “Where did you even find one of those?”

Ginny hefted the bright blue, three-foot long dildo into the air with one hand, smiling easily. “Charlie got it for me from a dragon breeder. Isn’t it brilliant?” She balanced it on two fingers and spun it like it was a quaffle. The hell.

Padma groaned a little. She’d gotten a bit of a reputation for being a size queen, and they had spent the past year of their relationship slowly moving up dildo sizes. But this - this - was obscenely large. Yet all Padma wanted to do was touch it (and perhaps more, though she would never admit that to Ginny, oh no, there was no way she’d give her that satisfaction). Something in her stature must have given it away because suddenly Ginny was grinning triumphantly at her.

“That’s it, I’m putting it on,” she declared, pulling off her sports bra, small breasts lying close as she undid her trousers. Padma licked her lips, unable (unwilling?) to stop her. With a muttered charm, the all-too-large dick was affixed to Ginny’s crotch, bobbing for all the world like it belonged there. Ginny sat back against the wooden wall and spread her hands in front of her.

“Well? What are you waiting for?” she asked.

Padma stared for another long moment, then smiled. This was why she loved Ginny. It was always new with her, always something to explore.

“You’ve really outdone yourself this time,” she observed, untying the cloth at her own waist and letting her dress fall open. She began to dance slowly for her, turning and posing, peeling off the blue fabric until she was left in her knickers (a g-string, really, no one likes lines on their clothes - especially not Padma, and especially when they were supposed to be going out). She slowly danced towards Ginny, then ran one hand over the giant head of the dildo, feeling the smooth texture and wondering briefly if Ginny really intended to use it on her. She leaned in and kissed the tip, looking straight across at Ginny before running her hands down the sides, feeling how large it was. She felt a bit bad for the dragons, really, but then figured it must be more their size, anyway.

She took a step back and shook her head a little, then bent over to undo her heels, kicking them off before climbing on top of Ginny. She slowly lowered herself, sitting on top of the dildo almost like it was a teeter-totter. It pushed between her legs and arse cheeks, the plastic warmer than she’d expected. She kissed her girlfriend, then began to grind up and down the cock, moaning a little as she felt herself grow wet. Ginny’s hands found purchase on Padma’s hips as she started to slide more easily. She danced, hands running through Ginny’s red hair, a little thrill coursing through her as she continued to grind and moan, Ginny's own hips lifting to meet hers..

One of Ginny’s freckled hands reached up to toy with the silk hair band as it dangled over her shoulder, watching Padma continue her movements on her lap.

“Mm, I know what to do now,” the former Ravenclaw muttered, sliding the soft fabric off her head. She smiled. “Close your eyes,” she said, toying with the hem, waiting for Ginny to acquiesce before deftly tying the band around her head, securing it with a carefully tied knot.

Ginny moaned loudly, unable to help herself.

“Fuck, Pads,” she groaned with a smile, hands going to Padma’s arse, feeling the soft skin as it curved. “Forget going out.”

Padma picked up her wand with a smile.

“Let’s go home.”
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