Irresistible

A/N: Yes, I realize there is stuff here that shouldn’t work at Hogwarts, but what’re you gonna do?

Disclaimer: I don’t own this. Blah blah blah.

Chapter I: Chasers

Angelina stalked into the lockerroom, got into the shower, and let the hot water run. It had been a difficult practice. She wallowed in self-pity beneath the steam of the shower.

Meanwhile, outside, Alicia and Katie were talking. They made “whew” faces at Angelina’s anger/frustration, and continued to talk.

“Oh right, Alicia…I forgot to tell you,” Katie sat them both down on a bench as they waited for the shower. “Meet us in the Gryffindor Common Room at 1 am. We’re having a bit of a party.”
“Great.” Alicia grinned. “But who’s ‘us?’”

“‘Us’ is you, me, Angie of course, Fred, George, and Lee,” Katie informed her. Alicia nodded.

At that point Angelina got out of the shower, wrapped in a towel, as their cue and Alicia graciously let Katie go first.

“So what exactly are we going to be doing?” Alicia asked whoever was in charge.

This happened to be Fred, as he responded. “Well, first we’re going to play Nervous.” This received ooh’s from Angelina and elbowing from Lee and George.

“Wait…hold on,” Angelina interrupted. “Who made you the boss?” She cocked an eyebrow, knowing exactly why he wanted to play Nervous.

“Well, no one else seems to know what game they want—”

“Truth or Dare.”

“I Never.”

“Sure,” Alicia winked.

Fred immediately conjured six Firewhiskey bottles in front of each of them. “Who’ll go first?” He asked. Then, knowing the answer to his own question, answered. “No one volunteers?” He said quickly. “Okay, I’ll start.”

“I never failed on a prank.”

Groans came from all around, including the odd, “You have,” and “Don’t start.”

Lee, George, and Katie gulped down the Firewhiskey. “Miss Katherine,” George said. “I believe it’s your turn.”
“I never kissed my pillow.”

Alicia, Angelina, and surprisingly, Fred, took a sip. Lee began, “I never watched Blue’s Clues.” He laughed hysterically, not being able to hold his liquor.

“One sip, Jordan?” Alicia said, though she was rolling about herself. “One sip,” she told Angelina, who shushed her in the way that friends do when one is drunk.

“I’ve never…hmm? What have I never done?” George thought. “I’ve never had a one-night stand.”

Lee and the Chasers took a drink. They all were getting quite a bit tipsy. This Firewhiskey was strong, George noted.

Angelina was next. “I’ve never—I’ve never,” she slurred, trying to get the words out. “Oh! I’ve never played hard to get.”

“Never?” Fred said.

Katie, Alicia, and even Fred took a drink.

“Fred? You’ve even outdone me!” Lee giggled, then fell over. Alicia kindly took pity and helped him up. “I-I’m fine,” he lied. “I’m fine—”

“Alicia? Just go.” George advised.

“Kay. I’ve never, um, spit back in a drink. HAHAHA! I’m hilarious…”

No one raised their hands.

Lee’s turn. “I’ve never seen a musical!”

Everyone but the Weasleys raised their hands. Lee was obviously very drunk. “Is this hard liquor?” Fred asked nobody in particular.

“Prolly,” Angelina bobbed her head.

“Teehee,” Katie mumbled.

“Now who’s drunk?” Fred asked.

“I’M DRUNK!” They all replied.

“Who’s drunk?”

“I’M DRUNK!”

“Kay, now—now, nooow we’re gonna play Spin the Bottle,” Lee cheered. He absentmindedly played with his dreadlocks and Alicia stopped him before he hurt himself.

“Fine.”

“Whatever.”

Angelina conjured a bottle to spite Fred and made the Firewhiskey bottles and glasses disappear. “Who goes first?” she asked, desperately trying not to slur.

“I-I-I will!” George raised his hand, almost falling over in the process.

“Kay.”

He spun, and it landed on Alicia. She didn’t notice, and then when she did—“Oh! You want-You want me to kiss George? Ok! Come here Georgie Porgie Pudding and Pie! Haha!” She gave him a peck on the lips, then resumed being a drunken idiot. “I spin! I spin!” Alicia cried. It landed on Lee and she got it over with quickly

Lee then spun and got Katie. They promptly made out. Neither expected anything serious but those not involved oohed and ahed.

Katie spun and it landed on Angelina.

Silence.

She gave Angelina a kiss on the lips, but then Angel came back for more. The boys couldn’t look away as Katie stuck her tongue in Angie’s mouth. The kiss lasted almost two minutes and Alicia fell over.

“Wow,” George said. Katie tasted strawberry, then realized it was Angie’s lip gloss.

Lee fell over. Alicia and Fred carried him to his bed.

“Whoa,” Alicia noted. “It’s 3.”

“No. Oh, wow.” Fred pointed to the clock and laughed. He then collapsed as well. Angelina, George, and Katie carried him to his room.

“How bout we hit the hay?” Angelina suggested to Katie and George.

“No problem.” George sighed.

“Hey, Angelina?” Katie asked in the room she, Alicia, and Angelina shared.

“Yeah?”
“You’re a good kisser.” Katie laughed.

“Thanks, Katie.”

“Am I a good kisser? Cause I think I am.”

“Yeah, you’re alright.”

“Are you serious?” Katie sat up in bed. She was still a bit tipsy, but could put together a sentence.

“What?” Angelina walked over to Katie, and Katie stood up too. “What’s wrong with that?”

“Alright?” Katie raised her eyebrows. “I’m just alright?”
“No, I didn’t mean alright.” Angelina paused. Before she could say anything, Katie pushed her up against the wall roughly and they started playing tonsil hockey. Angelina moaned and Katie relented.

“Was that too fast?” Katie asked.

“It’s mindblowing!” Angelina grabbed her and they resumed kissing again.

The next morning came as a bit of a shock to all the Chasers for the same reason: Katie and Angelina sharing a bed. Luckily the two night owls were the first to awaken. Or at least Katie was. “Angel?” she asked, nuzzling her head into Angelina’s shoulder. “Did we, uh, do anything…serious last night?” Both were a bit woozy and couldn’t remember much from the night before.

“Yeah,” Angelina sighed. “You were bloody amazing though.”

“You were even better,” Katie said, leaning back. It was coming back now.

“Oh Kat, you better get back to your bed before Alicia starts suspecting things,” Angelina whispered before giving Katie a quick peck.

“Nooo,” Katie moaned. Lucky Alicia wasn’t waking up for an hour (and that she was a sound sleeper), cause these two had some fun!
From outside, if someone had been listening in, all you would’ve heard was: “Yes! Yes! Harder! Work me, Angie! AAAAH! I’m cumming!”

When Alicia woke up, everything was back to normal. The two were asleep for the partying they had done the night before. Alicia was quick, though, to get ready. She headed down for a late brunch.

Later that afternoon…

Between classes, Angelina approached Katie cautiously. “Uhhh, Katie, I sorta have a question for you.” She wrung her hands nervously. “Well, uh, you know, last night? That was just a fling thing, right?” She laughed, though her eyes still showed anxiety.

“Oh yeah,” Katie said honestly. “I mean, we could try it again sometime—” She winked and Angelina blushed but nodded. “But no big, right?”

“Yeah.” Angelina grinned, relaxing. “Oh, and by the way, you are bi, right?”

“Yes. You?”
“Same.”
“Catch you later.”

“That was weird.” Katie sat down on her bed. “Maybe clubbing will put me in a normal mood.” At that moment Alicia came and sat down next to her.

“Time to get up, Kate,” she said, using Katie’s least favorite pet name.

“Don’t call me that,” Katie grumbled, rolling about on the bed. It was too early for this. Before Alicia could respond, she added, “We are going clubbing tonight, right?”

“Oh hell yeah,” Alicia smiled wickedly. “Three Broomsticks, Girls’ Night Out, you, me and Angelina.”

Katie sat up. “But the other guys are coming, right?”

“Probably,” Alicia nodded. “But I doubt they’re coming with us. Besides, we did something with them last night.”

“You did?”

“No!”

“You sure?”

“Positive. I meant that we hung out with them. Dirty-minded Katherine.” Alicia was now using Katie’s second to least favorite nickname. She groaned at both the nickname and the insult.

“Whatever.” Katie got up again, and brushed her hair, noting that Alicia was fully dressed.

CUT TO

LATER THAT EVENING

“Oh wow,” Angelina whispered, “They really dressed this place up.”

There was music pounding from the speakers all over, vibrating from all around. They had set up a dance floor and moved some chairs and tables. Madam Rosmerta was overloaded with customers. Underage drinking seemed to be going on, and she didn’t even notice. Customers are customers to businesspeople. After all, the sign on the door did say, “Students’ Night.” That meant no adult could come in and no one would know who had been drinking. There was an extra bar where an attendant was working in case one had a line too long. The dance floor lit up occasionally, and you could hardly see the floor, there were so many people on it. Seeing this, Madam Rosmerta enlarged it and people spread out.

Katie nodded at Angelina’s remark, and added, “You’re hitting the dance floor, aren’t you?” It was odd how the two had almost completely forgotten about the night before.

“Nah,” Angelina said, spotting Lee and Fred at a nearby table. She straightened her miniskirt, adjusted her V-neck top, and went over to talk to them, making sure to bend over a lot.

At that point Alicia appeared, and Katie’s jaw dropped. Alicia had a tight tank tied to show off her small stomach (Katie couldn’t tell she was wearing a push-up bra), and her skirt was even shorter than Angelina’s, if that was possible. This was all accented by boots that wrapped around her toned legs. “Hi,” Katie breathed, as if they hadn’t been friends for the past five years.

“Hey,” Alicia smiled warmly.

“Where were you?” Katie stuttered.

“Dressing up,” Alicia said, and Katie got the point. “Ready to hit the floor?”
“Sure,” Katie said, and suddenly felt very nervous. The duo headed over to the floor (Alicia flirting with every guy within ten feet) and began to dance the night away.

Alicia danced with her back to her and Katie couldn’t help looking down, as Alicia had hoped. Suddenly she turned around and began feeling Katie up. The music got faster and the two danced harder. Katie moaned softly as Alicia kneaded her breasts. Alicia became yet more aggressive and put her mouth on Katie’s. She got done with that and began licking down her neck, and not letting her get off guard by pinching her nipples every so often. The song ended and Alicia let Katie go, much to both of their dismay. They sat down next to the others (minus George) who thankfully hadn’t noticed their masquerade.

Another fast song came on with a very heavy bass and the two dancers tried to join in on the conversation. Katie’s eyes were at two regular intervals and switched from time to time: Alicia’s chest and the person who was talking’s faces. Alicia bent over occasionally, purposely giving Katie the view she wanted. Katie licked her lips and tried to listen simultaneously.

Suddenly the music stopped, and a person talking on a microphone was heard. The group turned their heads, and Madam Rosmerta had it. She said, “Good evening everyone. Are you having a good time?”

“YEAH!”

“That’s great.” She smiled. She enjoyed these customers. The attendant came and handed each a Firewhiskey. “Anyway, I got your attention to show you the Three Broomsticks’ latest attraction—a Muggle mechanical bull!”

Four or five attendants brought it in and there were oohs and aahs…most had never seen something like this. “You ride it,” Rosmerta began, and there were snickers. She either didn’t hear or pretended to ignore, because she continued. “Now, on with the party!” Cheers erupted and the music came back on.

Alicia was the first to the machine and those back at the table watched in awe. She was very good at it and they wondered if this was her first time. She was screaming and those dirty minds began to wander…

Meanwhile, what with the vibrating bass going, the girls at Alicia’s table began to experience the same feeling that Alicia might’ve been. Their chairs were vibrating, and they found it hard not to scream too. Instead, each settled for some quiet moaning. It didn’t matter, as Fred and Lee were too preoccupied in Alicia’s ‘riding.’

When Alicia finished, she headed back to the table flustered and her chest showing more than ever. Most were staring and she loved it. “Was I good?” She asked.

“Bloody brilliant!” “Excellent!” “Can you do it again?”

“Great.” She smiled and sat down. “Katie—dance floor.”
“Perfect.” A coy smile crept across her face.

Angelina slept over that night in Katie’s bed—as did Alicia. Sure, Angelina thought, Katie was good, but the two combined are so much better. Each took a turn and there was a helluva lot of screaming.