wanking_mods (wanking_mods) wrote in hp_wankfest, @ 2011-05-19 14:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2011 fic |
Fic: Katie Bell in the Broomshed with a Broom
Title: Free Ride
Author: ecchipiro
Character: Katie Bell
Location: Broomshed
Prop: Broom
Other Characters: Marcus Flint
Rating: R
Warnings: None that I can think of.
Word Count: 3500+
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters portrayed in this fanfiction. They belong to J. K. Rowling. No copyright infringement intended.
Author's Notes: Thank you, J, for jumping in as my beta last minute!
The sun was beginning to dye the horizon a faint pink when Katie got off her broom, soon to turn a darker shade. A surprisingly chill breeze had tinted her cheeks the same colour. With slow steps, she crossed the Quidditch pitch, damp grass soft beneath her feet. Right now, there were barely any clouds shielding the sky, but two hours ago there had been heavy downpour. Katie didn’t mind rain; she always enjoyed how clear and fresh the air was afterwards.
The brooms of her teammates lined up behind her, she headed toward the broomshed, carrying the box with the Bludgers, Snitch and the Quaffle. She’d agreed to clean up, said she didn’t mind putting away their equipment all by herself. In truth, she just wanted a moment to herself. Similar to the ever-changing weather typical of April, she, too, was restless.
Training had gone well. Angelina and Alicia had noticed improvement in her practicing the Woollongong Shimmy. That particular tactic had always given her trouble, so she was glad that her constant efforts finally were paying off.
Thinking of the upcoming match against Slytherin, the last of the school year, as well as the deciding factor of whether or not they were going to win the House Cup, left her with an odd fluttering in her stomach.
Of course, she was proud of her progress, but she was looking forward to showing off her new skills to their opponents even more. Kicking open the door to the broomshed, Katie ignored the reason why she felt that way, turned left, and set the heavy, wooden box down. She then directed the brooms with her wand and lined them up against the wall. Since she wasn’t in a rush to get back, she flopped down on the box.
Drumming her fingers on the wooden surface of her makeshift seat, her eyes wandered across the dimly lit room. They came to a halt on the Nimbus 2001’s on the opposite wall. Katie frowned. What she would give to have one of these.
The fluttering in her stomach still was present, had been for the past few days. Oddly enough, it had fuelled her during practice. Even Oliver had praised her flying style this time around, commenting on how sharp the corners she’d cut had been. According to him, her technique was going to come handy when playing against Marcus Flint. Luckily, the wind already had turned her skin red when he said it, and no one noticed the blush creeping up her cheeks.
Wonderful, back to that train of thought again. She didn’t know what to make of it. Ever since she’d unwillingly overheard a conversation of a few seventh year girls, she found herself thinking of Flint in a different light, hence the blushing.
“Stupid,” she muttered, leaning back against the wall with a groan. “Stupid, stupid, stupid!”
There were some things one simply didn’t want to know about. Certain talents of Flint’s not pertaining to Quidditch definitely fell into that category. Why did girls like gossip so much anyway? Personally, she hated it.
Katie realised she was rather frustrated, but it didn’t have to do with too much information on a certain Quidditch Captain alone.
Having to share the dormitory with four other girls actually was far more frustrating. Aside from your average argy-bargy about nothing, such as who had used up the toothpaste or other sanitary products, to more serious arguments, one also had no privacy. Katie couldn’t do nonverbal magic yet, thus, any Silencing Charm cast around her bed would’ve been a call for suspicion. This she filed under too much information, too.
There weren’t many opportunities left for getting rid of certain urges. Sure, there always was the shower, but one had to be quick and quiet. Hiding in a stall wasn’t particularly thrilling. Also, Katie hated to rush her already limited moments of pleasure.
Sometimes she wondered how the other girls dealt with this. Okay, Laura Jarvis had a boyfriend. Lucky witch, she thought, jealous of her dormmate. She hadn’t even kissed a boy yet. She’d kissed Emma Stiles, her best friend, out of curiosity and for practice. Afterward, things had been a little awkward, and neither of them mentioned it again, though Katie had to admit she’d quite enjoyed the experience.
It was useless to waste thoughts on this or be jealous of Laura Jarvis with her stupid boyfriend. There wasn’t even a boy she liked, right? Silly crushes like the one she’d had on Professor Lockhart last year didn’t count. In fact, imagining kissing him made her pull a face.
Shifting in her position, she went back to eyeing the Nimbus 2001’s. By now, it was getting dark outside. She was going to miss dinner anyway. Perhaps she should steal a quick ride. As much as she disliked Malfoy, she couldn’t help but think she’d let him on their team, too, if it had meant getting one of these in return. Okay, not really, but jealousy was a nasty emotion that led to even nastier thoughts.
“Screw this, no one’s going to notice anyway!” she told herself out loud and got up.
She was a Gryffindor after all. With a few quick steps, she made her way over to the brooms. Her eyes roamed over the nameplates. Eight, to be exact, though she knew Adrian Pucey had taken leave from his position this term; Cassius Montague had taken his spot instead. For a second, her hand hovered above Pucey’s broom, before moving toward that of his captain.
Grinning to herself, she touched its handle and let her fingertips glide over its smooth, varnished surface. Utter perfection. There wasn’t a single nick or scratch in the wood--not one twig that needed clipping.
Imagining how furious Flint would be if he were to find out that someone had touched his precious Nimbus 2001 made her smirk. There was something to be said about boys and their brooms. They treated them like lovers. Most of them even gave them names. Harry was the only boy she knew who didn’t mind letting others take a ride on his brooms.
“What you don’t know won’t hurt me, Captain Troll,” Katie said cheerfully, taking the broom off the wall.
A soft buzz went through her fingers, the Nimbus 2001 much lighter than she’d expected. When she let go of it, it hovered in the air, perfectly adjusted to its owner’s height. Flint’s broom turned out to be a little stubborn. It refused to follow her outside when she wanted to make it move via use of her wand. It also proved to be rather difficult to mount, considering that Flint was much taller than she was. The second she had managed it, the damn thing was taking off already. Gripping the handle tightly, she let it take its course. ‘Unruly like its owner,’ Katie thought. How amusing.
In the distance, only a purple strip of sunlight remained, the first stars already illuminating the sky. An ice-cold wind was ruffling her hair, making her ears hurt soon. Dark spots dotted the sky, either clouds or Dementors, but Katie ignored the possibility of the latter being in her view. She didn’t plan on staying up here for long anyway.
Controlling Flint’s broom continued to be a hassle. It didn’t react to lighter commands at all, and when she put more weight in them, she almost got thrown off. She remembered the rides she’d taken on Harry’s Nimbus 2000 and Firebolt. Both had been so easy to handle, always reacting smoothly to the tiniest shift in one’s position, completely opposite to this one. Brooms did tune to the owner’s style, though, so it wasn’t much of a surprise that Flint’s was hard for her to fly.
Nevertheless, she enjoyed the ride once she got used to the rough nature of it. Squeezing her legs together tightly, she grabbed the handle with as much force as possible. It was far easier with this broom to cut corners, she thought as she swerved to her right sharply, before going into a dive. Perfect for the Woollongong Shimmy, once you’d got the hang of it. It was no wonder that Flint was a master at it.
As much fun as it was, Katie knew she shouldn’t test her luck by staying out much longer. Someone might see her, even in the dark, and then there were the Dementors…
Flint’s Nimbus 2001 braked harshly as she pulled it up a little. She nearly would’ve slid off its end due to being unable to find footing.
“Blasted thing---,” Katie grumbled when it finally came to a halt. “You really are like your owner, aren’t you?!”
Stiffly, she dismounted. She’d held on so tightly that almost all of her blood had left her fingers. Her arms were hurting, too, and she knew they were going to be very sore in the morning. How long had she been up in the air anyway? Ten minutes? She couldn’t tell.
Feeling rather mischievous, she returned to the broomshed. The ride had left her excited, her skin tingling all over, and Katie noticed how her legs were a bit shaky as a result.
Again, the conversation she’d overheard two weeks ago came to mind. What had been the words one of the girls attributed to Flint? “Raw passion.” Her stomach did flipflops at that. It made sense. Whenever he was in the air, it looked so easy for him to steer the broom whereas she found herself completely exhausted after having been on it for just a few minutes.
An all-too-familiar warmth began to course through her body when she pictured that strength being put to use elsewhere. She could still feel the broom between her legs, too. There were plenty of insinuations to be made of that.
Face hot, she glowered at the broom as if it were somehow to blame for it all. She should put it back where it belonged. She should return to the Tower anyway. Sighing audibly, she remembered the chaos that would await her in the dormitory: two of her dormmates had a fight this morning. Knowing them, it wouldn’t have blown over by now. No. First, they would have to drag everyone else into the mess until everybody’s mood was ruined--girly politics. Sometimes, Katie really hated them.
Feeling several kinds of hot and bothered, she stood there. There were so many things she’d prefer to be doing right now, but one thing in particular. It had been almost four weeks. Then it dawned on her. No one was going to come here at such a late hour. The broomshed certainly was preferable over having to hide in a shower stall. She wouldn’t have to rush herself nor keep quiet. Besides, spending a few more minutes in here to take care of her needs wasn’t half as ballsy as stealing Marcus Flint’s broom, nor as weird.
Plus, the mere idea of it was rather than exciting. She would combine two things that brought her joy. Well, sort of. Chuckling to herself, she imagined the faces of her male teammates. She could practically hear the twins whistling in approval. Oliver Wood probably would turn purple with embarrassment. And what about Marcus Flint? So far, he’d never looked at her twice, but if he knew what she was about to do? Would that change the way he thought of her? Would he be impressed? She liked the idea of that.
“Forget about Parker. Jenna dated him for a few weeks, and she says he can’t keep it up for more than three minutes,” Girl #1 snorted.
“Want to know who really is a great lay? The rumours about him don’t even begin to do him justice!”
“Who?” Girl #3 asked.
“Merlin’s balls! Don’t tell me you and Flint--- When did that happen?!” said Girl #2.
“And guess where we did it... In Classroom 7B, on the desk!”
This time, she didn’t force the memories away. Propping the Nimbus 2001 against the wall, she sat down on the bench next to where the Ravenclaws stored their brooms, farthest away from the door and hidden from the view one had when they entered the broomshed. It was in need of a sweep, so Katie took off her Quidditch robes.
“That guy knows how to make a girl happy.”
One of her hands wandered down her stomach to her belt. Unbuckling it, she let her thoughts draw a picture of the tale the unknown Hufflepuff girl had told her friends.
“And not just once!”
As her fingers slid inside her trousers, Katie imagined herself in the girl’s stead, what it would be like to be hoisted up by Flint’s strong arms, feel his demanding kisses and hands that had made said girl come for the first time.
She let out a sigh, eyes closed, while biting her bottom lip. Her other hand glided up the broomstick’s smooth, cold surface. It was easy to imagine Flint’s hands in the place of hers; they owned this broom, after all. Somehow, it didn’t surprise her at all that she was already wet.
“Couldn’t sit for a week, but it was worth it, trust me!”
Katie spread her legs a little farther, teased herself through her cotton knickers with her index and middlefinger. Oh, she knew she was going to feel the results of her wild ride in the morning as well. Rubbing herself more quickly, she put a leg on the bench and leant back. Soft moans left her when she added more pressure on her clit, the sensation strengthened by the friction the fabric created on tender skin.
She wound her arm around the broom for support, half lying on her robes that covered the dusty bench. Merlin, how she had needed this! Her moans soon grew louder, her fingers moving faster, too. In her fantasies, Flint was pushing her down, his fingers replacing hers. But they weren’t in a classroom. This place would be far more fitting--after a match… No, after the match next weekend! Gryffindor would win the House Cup, and Flint would have to let out his frustrations somewhere, similar to how she was doing right now.
It wouldn’t take her much longer like this. She shoved her fingers inside her knickers, firmly rolling them over her clit, closer and closer. Circling her hips in the opposite direction of her fingers, she pushed herself up a little.
She could feel her lust beginning to peak, rolling through her in shorter intervals and centering between her legs. Whispering a yes and his name, she pushed her middlefinger inside her slick entrance. He would do it that way; she hadn’t done it like this before. Rubbing her clit with her palm, she tightened around her finger, before adding a second one.
She felt weightless. Knowing she didn’t have to hold back, Katie moaned out loud. Arching her back, she felt her orgasm washing over her, coming harder than ever before. Shuddering heavily, she sunk back down, remaining in that position for a bit.
Tonight had been very different from before. It was as if every fibre in her body singing, every nerve burning. She’d never felt as sated. Closing her eyes again, she swam on the afterwaves of her climax, letting them carry her away.
If it were up to her, she’d spent the rest of her days in this state.
Her moment of peace and quiet was harshly interrupted by the sound of the door being opened.
“Fuck!” she thought, quickly pulling her legs up. No one was supposed to come here at this time of the day! No one ever did come here at this time of the day! Why did today have to be the exception proving the rule? Cursing under her breath, she wanted to reach for her robes so she could cover herself up before she got discovered. However, she forgot about the Nimbus 2001, around which she still had her arm. It fell to the floor with a loud bang, alerting the other person to her presence instantly.
Utterly flustered, she managed to gather her robes, before she peered around the corner slowly. Merely two metres from where she was stood Marcus Flint, eyes on the damn broom on the floor. Somewhere in her mind, she thought that this had to be joke. It just couldn’t be true... The whole situation was so absurd to her, Katie had to force down a laugh that demanded to break free.
His eyes found hers, and the laughter stuck in her throat. Merlin, he looked furious. No, beyond furious. Katie swallowed hard.
“You...” Two quick steps were all he needed to close the distance between them. “What the fuck are you doing with my broom?!”
Her heart was beating so fast, she thought it was going to jump out of her chest any second now.
“Would’ve expected those Weasel twins to pull something on it! But you?! Didn’t think you had the balls!”
“I didn’t do anything to your broom,” she managed to get out, noticing how off her voice sounded in a post-orgasmic haze.
“Newsflash, bird, I charmed it so no one would take it without me noticing!”
So, his sudden appearance was no coincidence then. What a relief to know that it was not Fortuna playing her cruel games with her for once. Oh, and of course, he would put a charm on his broom. Damn Slytherin. Why hadn’t she thought of that earlier?
“What did you do to it?!” Flint demanded to know, arms crossed in front of his chest as he stared her down.
The urge to burst out laughing was back again. If only Flint knew the truth. Though she could do very well without him finding out. Fantasy was not reality after all.
“Nothing?”
“Yeah, right, and Hagrid’s up in Dumbledore’s office, fucking him in the arse as we speak! Do you think I’m stupid?! Pick it up!”
“Really, I only took it for a ride!”
“Don’t test me, girl. Pick up the damn broom and reverse whatever hex you put on it!”
Trying to keep the robes in place since she hadn’t managed to get her clothes back in order, Katie bit her tongue and did as she was told.
“What the fuck’s so funny?!”
“Look, I didn’t hex your broom. Really! Want me to show you!?”
She ignored the slick sensation between her legs when she stood, holding her robes in front of her body protectively.
Flint cocked his head, suddenly smirking, “You really are taking me for a fool, huh?!” Before she knew it, he had yanked the robes away from her. “No silly little tricks or hidden wands---“
Silence filled the broomshed then.
Frozen on the spot, disbelieving of how cruelly reality had twisted her fantasy of mere moments ago, Katie could do nothing but gape.
Flint, on the other hand, seemed to be at a loss of words.
“Well, I did not expect that,” he deadpanned.
Katie said nothing.
“See you had some fun in here, Bell,” Flint continued, moving a little closer. The broom flew in his hand at the flick of his wrist. “Nice.”
Katie twitched when she felt the tip of the broomstick brush along her waistline and hip.
“Just answer me this; why the broom?” he then whispered into her ear. “Is this some weird fetish of yours?”
Out of surprise, she took a step back, tripping over the bench and landing on her behind. Her mind registered his words, but she couldn’t make herself answer. The whole situation had taken a turn from absurd to surreal.
“See, I consider myself fairly open-minded, so I won’t judge,” Flint chuckled, holding out the broom to her. “No one would believe this anyway.”
“If you tell anyone, I’ll let your Head of House know what you did in Classroom 7B!” she blurted out.
Raising a brow, Flint crossed his arms again, “And what did I do in Classroom 7B?”
She couldn’t say it, too embarrassed to spell it out.
“Bet it wasn’t half as juicy as this,” he nodded in her direction, sounding faintly approving, albeit for the wrong reasons. “Well, what are you waiting for? You should get dressed. It’s past curfew. You know, there are monsters in the dark, just waiting for bad little girls like you!”
Thinking of the Dementors managed to pull her back to reality. Her hands went for her belt, but he put the end of the broomstick on them.
Katie’s eyes went wide when he grabbed one of her hands and yanked her up. For the umpteenth time today, her face went hot. She almost squeaked when she felt his hand on her butt, pulling her flush against him.
“Now, be a good girl and put this back where it belongs.” With this, he handed her the Nimbus 2001. “Oh, and I do hope you enjoyed your ride, Bell. Didn’t think you’d be able to handle my broom!”
This was beyond awkward; she couldn’t even look at Flint. Chewing on her bottom lip, she took the broom and hurried away from him. She tried to ignore the fluttering in her stomach which had come back with full force the moment he’d held her so close to him.
He was waiting by the door with a smirk that went straight between her legs, “Don’t think I wouldn’t expect something in return,” Flint drawled. “I demand you let me watch next time.”
END