Losing the Game

Two

Oliver

I get so damn, bloody nostalgic about this place and I’ve not a clue why. Damn it! I knew I should have turned the other way at Hogsmeade. Hogwarts never held any truly special memories for me—except that I got to play for and captain the Gryffindor Quidditch Team. O.W.L.s and N.E.W.T.s were a great waste of time. I remember imploring Professor Dumbledore a million times to excuse me from the exams because they weren’t necessary to ensure success in my chosen field of work. And the wanker kept telling me how the importance of education cannot be overshadowed by the importance of the most popular wizarding sport in the world. What a load of absolute rubbish. I can hardly remember how to disarm an opponent in a duel. ‘Expollamiraius,’ or something like that.

Whatever, who cares, I’ve got the Firebolt I need by my side, and soon I’ll be recruited to the big name teams—the ones that play at the Cup, the ones that win at the Cup. I’m praying that day will come soon because I’m planning to celebrate by burning my old textbooks when I’ve won the World Cup.

“Oliver!”

I turned around to see my old classmate and favorite chaser, Katie Bell, running toward me, and she looped her arms around my neck.

“Oh, I’ve missed you dearly!” Katie flashed her magnificent smile; a smile I knew she only kept for me.

If I hadn’t known any better, I would have thought she fancied me. But nah, Katie Bell fancies my Quidditch skills. Too bad—her arse is bloody marvelous and I could have showed her a good time. Oh well, there are plenty of others girls I’ve shagged at Hogwarts. Katie would have just been another number. I don’t say this to be a cocky git, but it’s the truth, ask anyone. The girls at Hogwarts are all the same—some are innocent, some are too dirty for their own good, most of them are beautiful—but these days, I seem to think beauty is associated with anyone who doesn’t own a pecker. And this is going to sound strange, but most of them go out of their way to please me. They all try their best to impress me, but somehow, in the process, I get turned off by everyone.

Listen to me. I don’t even know if I make any sense. I guess what I’m trying to say is, well…it’d be nice to know what truly pleasing someone felt like.

I exhaled deeply and exited my thoughts, turning my attention to Katie.

“How’re you doing, Olly?”

I cringed. I always hated when she called me that.

I grabbed Katie’s elbow, tucked her strong arm in with my own, and we strolled down the hallway together, heading toward the boys’ locker room. The only reason I ever really come back to Hogwarts is to see who they’ve recruited for the Quidditch teams.

“I’m just fine, Katie. How’re you?”

“Game’s going great! We just beat Ravenclaw today, a hundred fifty to seventy.”

I shrugged. I figured as much. “I mean, Katie, how are you?”

Katie looked genuinely confused. This is what always angered me about these Hogwarts girls. They take on too much work and effort to please me. I simply asked Katie what she was up to and she couldn’t respond to that. She automatically assumed I didn’t give a rat’s ass about her life, but desired only to talk about Quidditch.

Katie smiled slightly, still ridden with amazement. “Same as always, Oliver. I really miss you.”

That clearly wasn’t going anywhere. I’d have to resort to talking about the game.

“So, is there anyone good on the Ravenclaw team? Is Davies still a Chaser?”

Katie nodded. “He’s one of the few good players. Well, I think there are only two, Roger Davies and…um…Cho Chang.”

I nodded my head. “I remember Cho. I told Harry to knock her off her broom my last year here. Has she gotten any better at flying?”

“She’s always been good, I thought. At times, she’s almost in line with Harry.”

I shot Katie a dubious look.

She giggled. “I said almost. Cho is really quite a character.”

I cocked my head slightly. I could only remember her face faintly. She was an Asian girl—she definitely had an impish and exotic look about her. She was very pretty.

“What do you mean by ‘quite a character’?” I asked Katie. Meh, she was probably just like everyone else.

Katie bit her bottom lip and ran the top row of her teeth over it. “Well, I hear some disquieting rumours about her.”

“What kind of rumours?”

I knew Katie loved to gossip. Damn, we would have been a fine pair. We’re both obsessed with the same things, notably Quidditch and gossip.

Katie frowned slightly. “Well, I know you aren’t going to mention anything, Oliver, it’s just that…well, I don’t want to continue the rumours. Cho is really such a darling.”

I just laughed. “You can’t do that to me now. Just tell me what’s being said about her. If they’re just rumours, then who cares if people know about them? They aren’t true.”

Katie stopped walking.

“It’s just that…well, I heard she’s a lesbian, and that she’s also a nympho—especially with girls.”

I had to clamp my mouth shut to keep from laughing out loud.

“Are we talking about the same girl? Little Cho Chang? That tiny Ravenclaw? She looks harmless, Katie. I’d expect you to be more of a nymph than her.”

Katie’s eyes widened in amazement. “That’s just what I heard, Olly.”

I nodded and gave Katie a cheeky smile. “Well, you better run along now or you’ll be late for class. I wanted to let you know that I can definitely get you and the team free tickets to see me play at the semi-finals next year.”

Katie brightened her eyes. “You think Puddlemere United will make it to the Cup this year?”

I responded to Katie with rueful smile. “Don’t know for sure, Katie. I hope so, but then again, I’m really looking out for myself. I’m frustrated because the team isn’t all that great—I guess everyone has to start low. I’m hoping to get bought by another team, so even if we don’t make it to the Cup, I hope a recruiter will spot me.”

Katie nodded and went on tiptoe to kiss my cheek.

“It’s always nice seeing you, Oliver.” Katie waved casually then stumbled into the castle.

Just like that. Plain Jane.

My thoughts returned to Cho Chang. I couldn’t believe that Katie thought she could possibly be a lesbian nympho—I found that to be so hilarious. I supposed the best way to confirm this was to go to the locker room and ask my old teammates—Fred and George would know.

I strutted casually outside the castle, glancing in the window from time to time to see if there was anyone in particular that I wanted to stop and talk to. No one. The millions of faces I couldn’t remember only made Hogwarts that much clearer in my head: the only purpose Hogwarts served was to get me into Puddlemere United—a team that has disillusioned me.

I walked across the green Pitch and in the castle. The door to the boys’ locker room was open. Brilliant. I stopped outside the door and listened to see if anyone I knew was in there. The room was completely silent.

Huh. Someone must have just left the door ajar. Well, I supposed it wouldn’t hurt to go see the rooms—they probably looked precisely the same as I remembered, but I had nothing better to do than take a stroll in my old locker room, the place I spent most of the last seven years of my life.

I crept in quietly, and made my way toward the last changing section, the place where Fred, George and I showed each other our peckers. But there was no sign of the redheaded twins. Instead, I was surprised to find a small, supple form sitting on a bench in the middle section.

It was her—Cho.

Katie and I had both underestimated her beauty. Her looks were bloody fantastic!

Cho turned slowly to face me. She cocked her head slightly to the left and I saw in her eyes a very inquisitive look.

And you want to know what else I saw?

I saw that she was naked. She was stark raving—naked. She was just sitting with her petite knees curled up to her chest, which I’m sure were hiding more than beautiful breasts. I couldn’t see anything, really, but I still felt a faint lump in my pants.

Merlin, she was naked!

In the boys’ locker room.

So clearly the lesbian rumours weren’t true.

But those concerning her nymphomania were very much in question.

I made an attempt to clear my throat, thought better of it, and managed the decency to turn around. Not facing her, I began with a dry mouth, “You know, you’re—er—in the boys’ locker room.”

“I thought a girl completely naked in the boys’ locker room was your cup of tea, Oliver.”

Merlin. She knew my name—I mean, of course she knew my name. But the way she said it made it sound like she owned it. And I assure you, no girl owns me. On the contrary, I was close to loosing my integrity and ripping the tiny arms that were hugging her body away. Then she’d see who was in control. What was she thinking? After all, I am a guy and it isn’t nice to tease like that.

Fine, two could play at this game. I turned around. “You presume correctly. You must read boys like a book. But let me tell you, in my case, you’d better prepare to be swept off your feet. You’re about to get an eyeful of wood.” I removed my heavy coat and unbuttoned my trousers.

But Cho laughed a high-pitched laugh that stopped me in my tracks.

“What’s so funny? I assume you knew I was coming. You do realize that I have to undress, considering I don’t walk around stark naked.”

Cho stopped laughing. I figured she took me as arrogant. “I knew you were coming, but I didn’t undress for you. I’m waiting for my boyfriend. I was going to surprise him—he usually doesn’t let me come in the locker room.”

“How did you get in, then?”

“Well, usually I’d use ‘Alohomora’ but Madam Hooch put some sort of shield charm over the doorknob so trashy girls like Pansy Parkinson can’t get in. Malfoy used to let her in all the time and other boys were complaining about it. Now you have to use a Muggle key to unlock the door, but I’ve mastered how to disarm the shield charm.”

Merlin, she was sneaky...and cunning. And hugging herself, still naked.

Not quite sure what to make of this very strange situation, I wondered who her boyfriend was. I hope for his sake it was someone who could tame her.

“Who’s your boyfriend?”

“Cedric Diggory.”

It was my turn to laugh. Diggory? He was a pansy and he was probably on a leash, completely controlled by all five feet of his girlfriend.

“Cedric is a wonderful person, Oliver. Don’t laugh at him. You must have thought you were the big man on campus while you were here, but I find other boys to be just as spectacular.”

She was practically sneering. And the lump in my pants was only getting harder. Cho Chang was starting to really bloody piss me off—firstly, she had no right teasing me like that and secondly, she had this motherly tone in her voice that made her sound like she was talking down to me. ‘Don’t laugh at him.’ Who in the bloody hell does she think she is talking to me like that?

Cho’s almond eyes were roaming down my body and I knew without a doubt that she knew I was aroused. It was in that moment that I knew I was about to have a power struggle with this little fox. I was determined to make her just as aroused as I was. I didn’t care if she had a boyfriend, and sadly for Cedric, neither did she.

Cho was staring at me with those soulful brown eyes when I snapped out of my thoughts.

“Well, they don’t call me Oliver Wood for just one reason,” I said as I slid my trousers down my legs. My briefs followed and I let Cho stare at me for a good minute before I crossed my arms and tossed my shirt off.

I got great satisfaction from seeing the slight enlargement of Cho’s eyes.

Cho stood up, fully revealing her toned body to me. I suppose a happy combination of Quidditch and genetics awarded her with such a tight little arse and perfect melons for breasts.

She then tried walking casually past me, but my muscular arm blocked her from escaping the changing room. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“I’ve let you see long enough. I’m sure Cedric is about to arrive, so I suggest you dress as well. If you really want me to say it, yes, you have very impressive full wood, Oliver.”

“Want to explore it a bit?” I wasn’t going to lie; I wanted to have sex with Cho Chang, Cedric Diggory’s girlfriend. We were alone in the boys’ locker room and she had had plenty of opportunities to leave. It was highly immoral, but I knew that I would never have the same opportunity again.

“I’ve never cheated on my boyfriend before.”

“So let this be your first time. Come now, surprising me naked was surely a start on the adulterous path, Cho.”

“You came and saw me naked.”

“You didn’t dress or scream like most decent girls would have when I arrived.”

She was silent.

“Does Diggory bore you?”

Cho looked down for what seemed to be a good five minutes. It was almost as if she was trying to make a crucial decision in her head. The fact that we both were completely naked and standing next to each other contemplating our sense of morality was either too comical or too…sexy …for words.

After an infinite amount of silence, Cho finally thrust her small form into mine and I collapsed with her, bringing my knees to the floor. I couldn’t help but let sad, pathetic and desperate moans escape from my mouth.

Damn it!

She was kissing me on the mouth with such a strong force of primal instinct. She kissed me not only on my mouth, but around it too. My cheeks, my chin and my nose were also engulfed by her swollen lips. Ten seconds of kissing Cho made me realize that she didn’t have anything to prove. She was trying to tell me that she was bored with Diggory. She tackled him long ago and now it was my turn to be the conquest.

Over her dead body.

I stood up, gripping her shoulders roughly, causing her a little bit of pain, and pulled her up with me. In a single, rapid movement of pure insanity, I pushed her against the wall of the locker room and pinned her there firmly. I wanted to let her know that she wasn’t going anywhere—she was my prisoner now. I’d play her ‘control game.’ I was positive that she was experienced and that she had conquered many wankers at Hogwarts, including Diggory. But I knew, judging by her wetness on my thigh, that I was going to win the game this time around.

I quickly placed my hot lips on her mouth once more, but I ended our tongue twister this time by allowing my lips to roam down her body, and I began to massage her throat and collarbone with sloppy kisses. I kept them going until they’d wrapped themselves around Cho’s plump breast.

I was trying to be as rough as possible with the petite Ravenclaw, but she still seemed to have me. I couldn’t help but feel that she was still in control as I inserted my manhood into her fleshy body. She had me again, this time with her glove-tight melting center. I felt my body temperature rise a few degrees and sweat trickled down my back.

I started rocking rapidly inside of Cho, determined that she would reach her climax first. Somehow, no matter how hard I tried, she still seemed to dominate. Our sex fell into a pattern.

“Oliver! Oliver! OLIVER!”

She would scream my name a few times and punch my back vigorously, causing me to increase our rhythm, but she still wasn’t coming.

This was bloody ridiculous. It must have been twenty minutes of the hardest shag I’d ever given in my life, and Cho still hadn’t come. Maybe she was a lesbian. Unlikely.

I was just not good enough.

Damn it!

I felt it coming. I felt the pressure building deep in my lower abdomen. My climax was imminent. Forgetting my anxiety about Cho’s domination over me, I rocked as fast as I could as I felt my orgasm approaching. I tried hard not to care if Cho was going to join me.

On the contrary, as soon as I climaxed and screamed her name, I heard her angelic voice scream something so loud that her voice surpassed the volume of my own cries of ecstasy. And it wasn’t at all what I was expecting.


“CEDRIC!”