Hogwarts Chemistry

The Bitch Took The Pitch


“You’re doing it Carrie! You’re doing it!” Harry said following by her as she slowly moved on the broom, about four feet off the ground.

“Wow! I am aren’t I?” She said smiling, staring at Harry. His green eyes shown beautifully against his black sweater and messy hair. Sure he was a year older than him and yes he probably had a girlfriend.

“Yeah.” Carried lowered his broom and tried jumping off, but before she tried Harry gabbed her waist and pulled her off letting her slide to the ground against his chest. “You did great.” He said letting his hand fall onto her hand. “Come with me. I want to show you something.” He said smiling pulling her.

“Your broom.” She said.

“Don’t worry. We won’t go far.” He brought her into the Quidditch Room, Gryffindors that is.

“What Harry?” She said smiling as they stepped into the Changing room.

“Thought you might be interested to see where we dress and stuff.” He said laughing. She blushed, moving her eyes down. “Don’t be to bored about this.” He said mocking. He laughed and grabbed her hand even tighter and showed her the whole room. It was his third year and her second. She was a Ravenclaw and he was a Gryffindor. He was a boy and she was a girl-a girl in love with him.

“This place has made home to a lot of memories to me.” He said laughing. “Those nasty Dementors though.” He said shuddering.

“Don’t worry. They give me the creeps too. I about fainted when they passed my classroom.”

“Which class?” He asked,

“Potions.” She said looking over his uniform that lay in his locker, along with his broom (the good one. They used the old kind just because…)

“Are you sure it wasn’t because of Snape?” Harry said jokingly.

“Who knows.” She said laughing with him. “Thanks Harry. I’m having a great time.” She said smiling at him. He smiled back.”

“Doesn’t have to end.” He pulled her closer. “You know.” She smiled and raised her face to his. She didn’t kiss him, but she was so close. “I had a great time today.” He leaned forward. “A wonderful time.” He whispered onto her lips.

“Yeah, me too…” Harry and Carrie began to get closer to kissing each other when suddenly a loud noise came from the showers.

“Come on Oliver. Put your back into it. And you Pucey lean back a little-yeah like that-oh yes.” It was Marcus Flint.

“Harry what is that she said grabbing his arm. Why is Oliver and Adrian back there? What’s going on?” She whispered looking over Harry’s shoulder.

“I don’t know Carrie. Come on.” He grabbed her hand and brought her, both of them tip toeing to the back of the room to turn and see a horrifying and traumatizing sight.

“OH GOD!” Carrie screamed turning at the sight of her long time friend bent over with Adrian Pucey on top of his naked butt, his penis inside him and Marcus with a whip, holding it over the bare back of Adrian.

“What the hell!” Marcus said throwing the whip and lunging forward.

“Carrie!” Harry grabbed Carrie and shielded her. “You stay away from her Flint.” Harry said pushing Carrie up into the wall, a small but good protection.

“Carrie.” Oliver said knocking Adrian to the ground and pulling his boxer shorts and pants up. “Please Marcus don’t do this.”

“They’ve seen to much. They’ll have to pay.” He pulled his wand out. Marcus was mad with rage and crazier than the next Slytherin.

“Harry, get Carrie out of here.” Oliver said. “I’ll explain later.”

“There is no later.” Marcus said pointing his wand at Harry, as Carrie and him tried to slip out the back door. “You guys have seen to much and we can’t risk anything getting out.”

“We promise! We won’t tell I swear.” Carrie said looking at Marcus, her eyes wide in fear. She looked from Marcus, to Adrian, then to her loyal friend Oliver. Her eyes read fear to everyone else, but read ‘Why?’ to Oliver. Oliver closed his eyes and held his head down in shame. He hadn’t a choice. She knew nothing about his keen sexuality to the same sex.

“No my dear. Carrie is it? That won’t work. See promises are always meant to be broken and I know you will break it.” Marcus said nastily.

“You stay away from her Flint. I swear you harm a head on her head I will kill you. I don’t care about going to Azkaban, or anyplace. As long as your dead.” Oliver said grabbing his wand. “And don’t make me.”

“Oliver, please don’t do this.” Carrie pleaded.

“No. Harry, take Carrie now.” Oliver said stepping in front of Harry and Carrie, protecting them from any spells to be shot from Marcus. “This is between you and I Flint.” Oliver said, sharpening his eyes onto Marcus’s.

“Bastard.” Marcus said.

“Go Harry! NOW!” Oliver said. Harry took Carrie by the hand and put her in front of him, so if any spells came at them, he’d be hit and she wouldn’t.

“Come on Wood. Let’s get this over with. You can deal with them later or I will.” Marcus said lowering his wand. I need to take these pictures.” He said nodding to the camera on the side of the room.

The Library…

“Are you alright Carrie?” Harry asked, letting her hands fold in his. They sat in a back, secluded table. Though the Library was pretty much empty, they still wanted to be safe to talk.

“Yes Harry. Thank you. You are truly a hero.” She said leaning forward.

“No, I just care to much for others safety than I do mine.” He said leaning towards her. “I’m sorry about what you saw. It must’ve been very hard.”

“I already knew Harry. I knew Oliver was, you know, gay. He told me last summer when we were in Scotland at my father’s house. We were in town and another by walked by. Very cute. Funny thing was, we both agreed he was very much the eye charmer.” She said laughing. “Then again, he wasn’t my type.”

“What is your type?” Harry asked, interested in what it might be…

“You Harry.” She said sheepishly. “Two years ago when I came, you-you were in the hall and bumped into me. You knocked my books down and you,” she paused and began to look deep into his green eyes, “you helped me pick them up. You smiled and said good-bye. Harry, it’s a bit thwarting, but ever since I’ve like-liked you.” She said emphasizing the ‘like-like’ with her eyebrows.

“Oh yes. I remember. I totally remember. Wow, I remember thinking about you during class. I couldn’t stop.” He knew who she was…the mysterious girl. “Wow, you changed a lot.” Her hair had of course grown, been straightened and highlighted with blonde and black through her auburn hair. Her eyes had make-up now and her, ‘figure’ had surely grown a bit.

“Really? Well, people change with time as my Grandfather wouay.”ay.” She said smiling. Talking about other things got her mind off that horrible scene. “I like you Harry. I’m so glad Oliver got you to come over.”

“So he was in on it?” Harry said laughing.

“Yes Harry, he was. See I wanted to meet you, but I’m not really a gutsy person. Very shy I guess. Probably my downfall.” She said rolling her eyes in agreement with the statement.

“No, your downfall isn’t ever going to happen.” He said grabbing and squeezing her hand softlyarriarrie, would you like to maybe meet at the Quidditch Field every once in a while, you know, to practice. Maybe we can have a picnic on the weekends.” He said smiling at her.

“Harry, you have no idea how good of an idea that is.” Carrie said leaning forward and kissing his cheek, both of them blushing.

“Oh I do. As long as it’s with you.” No more Cho for him…or maybe…no.

…Back In The Showers

“Harder Wood! Harder!” Marcus said as Oliver pushed his penis up into Adrian as they lay on top of each other, thrusting and pounding each other. “Come on.”

“Harder Wood! Harder” Adrian said in response to the crack of the whip. “Hurry please.” Adrian’s hand was sliding up and down his erect cock. Letting his seed spill all over the ground, he let his hand travel up to Oliver’s head and grabbed his head, pulling it forward. “Do it harder Wood.” He said, his eyes mad with desire.

“Ugh! UGH! OH!” Oliver slammed his waist against Adrian’s arse until it bled. Marcus took his last picture.

“Alright. We are done. I’ll go develop these and place them in my book. Oliver, you stay though. I have to deal with you. Adrian leave and tell no one.” He said. “Do I make myself clear?” He said. Adrian nodded his head energetically.

“What do you want with me?” Oliver asked after Adrian had left.

“Have my way with you.” He said stripping hi clothes. “Now, I want you to suck me and drink me and share it with me.” He said as if it was the ordinary thing to do.

“Flint I’ve done what you wanted me to do. I want to go speak with Carrie.” Oliver said, letting Marcus lie on the ground, his legs already spread.

“Oh!” Marcus had already started on erecting his penis, readying himself. “No Wood. Me! Now!” He said. Oliver, in contrast to this action still obeyed because it wasn’t like he was getting any all the time.

“Fine.” Oliver put his head in between Marcus’s legs and began to lick the length of the cock. Letting his tongue lash over the tip, he tasted Marcus. “Okay, I did it. Now here.” Oliver stuck his tongue out. “Kneh do ite.” He said, his tongue sticking out as he spoke still.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk. Wood, come on. More than that.” He sat back down and Oliver continued, this time hungrily letting Marcus’s cock slide into his mouth, in and out. Cum spreading like butter all over Oliver’s mouth. “Mmm. More Wood. I want more.” Marcus began lifting his hips almost hysterically in answer to Oliver\'s driving mouth and tongue. Fascinated by the taste, Oliver drank more and more until his stomach became unsettled. He turned his head and puked, letting white and brown throw up all over the floor.

“I’m sorry Flint…” Oliver said.

“No need. We can just,” Marcus got up and turned the shower on, “clean it up with some,” he knelt down onto Oliver’s lap, “wetness.” He began to kiss him more reverently, letting his tongue drive in and out of the puke tasting mouth.

“Mmm.” Oliver burbled as Marcus’s hand slipped and began to rub the sore and raw penis. “I love this so much.” Oliver said lying onto his back. Marcus sat on top of him and continued his rubbing and kissing.

“Me too.” Marcus said sitting back up. “Me too.” Oliver flipped on his stomach and Marcus began to fuck his ass, letting Oliver not touch his cock to give a release…a release would soon happen, but not for awhile. A way to drive a lover mad was to not give him what he wants until the other allowed it…and allowing a Gryffindor pleasure by a Slytherin wot got going to happen…at least anytime soon.