It had been four weeks since her exhibition with Gavin, she found herself buying a Prophet every time it mentioned anything to do with the sport hoping there would be a picture of him. On her breaks, she found herself flipping through his Winstagram casually, and bought a full length poster that now hung on the back of her bedroom door.

Watching the poster change between moving shots of him on the pitch and full body still astride his broom she pouted, hoping he would’ve apparated her out of the Leaky Cauldron to relieve her of her need. He hadn’t. He’d brought her to climax there at the bar, but that hadn’t dampened the desire.

Lily muttered incantations that muffled sounds emanating from her room.

Closing her eyes, her hands wandered over the thin fabric of her tank, picking at her nipples. Her hands were smaller than his. His hands were strong; he knew how to tease her, gods, did he tease her. Moaning and bucking against an invisible force the young Weasley brushed her fingers against her center feeling the friction of the fabric. A gasp escaped her, moving her hips harder against her hand. Her tank suddenly felt tight; fingering the hem she pulled the tank over her head and threw it on the floor.

“It’s not fair.” Lily groaned, her hand sliding past the waistband of her pants feeling herself. How was she already this wet? Pressing on her knickers, they soaked. She imagined Gavin lying next to her commanding her to continue. He still hadn’t touched her. He wanted her to explore herself, to know what brought her pleasure...

“Please,” she said to herself, pulling her pants and knickers down. Her clothes felt restrictive; she shimmied them off the rest of the way and kicked them to the edge of her bed. “What do you want me to do?” She asked as if he were in the room. She returned to her center sliding a finger inside. This is what it would feel like, she thought. To have someone inside her. She pushed deeper, feeling herself squeeze around her fingers. She couldn’t take it anymore. She moved her finger in and out, teasing her breast until she reached her crescendoe and let out a high-pitched moan. Feeling the aftershocks fade, she pulled her knickers back up her legs. The fabric felt so sensitive as she pulled them into place. He made me feel this way. It still wasn’t fair. She had orgasmed but she wanted more. Lily wanted him to bring her there again. She took one last look at her poster plastered over her door before melting back onto the mattress.