Losing the Game

Four

Cho

Cedric stayed angry at me for the next several weeks. I felt really awful, but his resentment toward me was definitely worth it because in one sitting I had gotten to experience two of the finest boys ever to walk the castle grounds. The view from my side had been nothing short of spectacular. That’s what really did it for me—seeing Cedric touch Oliver the way he did.

Despite the rage Cedric exhibited toward me, I couldn’t help but start planning how I would get all three of us together again.

Oliver certainly had no problem having me. And everyone knew it because I always smelled like him. He’d come to see me at least three times a week in the boys’ locker room during my lunch break. No one was there so we never got in trouble. Occasionally, I’d worry about Cedric saying something to a Professor, but he never did. He was unbelievably angry at me, but I suppose he was still holding on to his gentle nature—and wouldn’t dare expose Oliver and me to anyone. Maybe he was just afraid that we’d expose him too. After all, he did sort of do it with us that one unforgettable time.

And ever since that moment, I’ve been having these dreams about Cedric and Oliver. One particularly vivid dream was of Cedric and Oliver as opponents in a Quidditch match. They were, of course, riding their brooms naked and zooming past each other as competitors. Then I’d see myself watching them fly from the bleachers. I supposed they were competing for me. It was when I woke up from the dream that I realized I couldn’t imagine life without the three of us together—three sexual sinners.

I really needed to find a way get all three of us in that locker room again. I was becoming more and more obsessed with our little triangle every day. Sex with Oliver was great, but sex with Oliver and Cedric was perfect.

Speaking of which, I was on my way to meet Oliver at our usual spot in the boys’ locker room. It was my turn to be undressed today; I’d undressed Oliver quite deliciously yesterday, so I was hoping he’d do the same for me.

I stepped back to glance around the corner, making sure no was following me. As usual, the door to the boys’ locker room was unlocked.

Yet, I was appalled to find Oliver sitting on the bench, legs apart, hands running through his wind-blown hair—with his clothes on.

“Darling, it’s your turn to undress.”

Oliver looked at me and smiled. “I know it is, but I have to tell you something. You’re a rocking babe, Cho, but it hasn’t been the same without Cedric. Not that I’m averse about girls,” Oliver grinned wickedly, “but having another bloke here makes me feel even stronger.”

I nodded. I tried to devise quick ways to get Cedric back into the locker room when Oliver interrupted my thoughts. His voice, I noticed, irked me for the first time. I know I should have be relieved and thankful that Oliver even tolerated being with Cedric—no one would have expected that Oliver Wood, star jock of Quidditch at Hogwarts would enjoy being with another bloke—but I was frustrated both because he was a slow thinker and also because he chose to ponder about how to seduce Cedric when all I wanted right now was to get laid.

“I know it was only that way one time but we need him to complete the circle. You know that the bare touch of his hand made me come—and it made you come as well. Neither of us has felt the same since then.”

I smoothed my hands down the front of my robes and crossed my arms impatiently. No joke, Oliver. Sometimes the way he spoke to me annoyed me and it made me feel out of control. He annoyed when he told me things I already knew and sometimes, I was outright ready to hex the bloody git. I suppose it didn’t really matter. I’d already started brainstorming ways to get Cedric back; I was always one step ahead of Oliver.

I gritted my teeth as gently as I could.

“Yes dear, I know. I’ve been trying to get him back for us, but he won’t speak to me.”

“Let me try then.” Oliver said as he stood up. I hated how much taller he was than me. His height, like most people, only fueled my desire to be the control freak.

I gave a hard laugh. “What makes you think he’ll talk to you? You took his girlfriend from him.”

Oliver laughed and patted my shoulder, more condescendingly than I expected.

“Leave it me, Cho. From what I understand, I’ve only let him down once—you’ve let him down a million times.”

I furrowed my brow in anger. How dare he belittle me like that? How could he just stand there and presume what Cedric’s feelings were about me? I was the one who had dated Cedric—I knew everything about him. Oliver knew nothing.

I inhaled and exhaled a few gulps of air as quickly as I could, sighing heavily, not even caring if Oliver noticed how irritated I was.

“Alright, Olly,” I said, knowing how much that nickname irked him, “you see if you can talk to Cedric about this. I doubt you’ll have better luck than me. Remember, he’s listened to me for months—what makes you think you’re so special to him?”

Oliver only howled with laughter and patted my shoulder once again.

“I’ll see you later, babe.” Oliver stretched his arms, enlarging his already physically- majestic form. He winked at me and exited the locker room doors, out into the Pitch.

What a git. He didn’t even have the decency to call me by my name.