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The joke Harry made about Angelina channeling Oliver’s spirit was no joke. She had become a right foul bitch of late. Not that I blamed her. It’s a difficult job being captain of a Quidditch team, and Harry finding himself in detention was turning her into a crackpot. Not that I blamed him either. That Umbridge woman wasn’t the nicest sort, and that was before we found out just how not very nice she was.

I always liked Angelina. She was a fantastic Quidditch player and really loved the game. I tried to think of how I could help her relax. Well, I had thought about that long before she turned mental, but I knew she liked Fred Weasley. They had gone to the Yule Ball the year before. Although they spent time together off and on, they never seemed like a real couple.

Angelina never showed any indication that she bent my way, but a girl could hope. I found my way around some of the other girls and nobody seemed to mention who and what I liked, because nobody seemed to care. Angelina never asked me about it, and I never told her about any of the other girls I liked. I don’t like to kiss and tell anyway, takes all the fun and secrets out of it.

She was year older than me, but we got on well as friends and teammates. I’d help her with the playbook, and think of plays the team could use. The whole team would go to the other matches, but Angelina, Alicia and I would make notes to discuss later. The boys on the team never seemed to realise that they should be paying attention for other reasons. They just went for the fun and sport of it.

Privately Angelina wasn’t sure about Ron being part of the team, at first, but he had done well enough in his try-out and she liked his sense of sportsmanship. Oh, he would get as edgy and off-putting as the next guy when they didn’t do well during a game, but Ron loved Quidditch, so that’s what we liked about him.

It was Harry she needed on the team, but then he got kicked off along with the twins. She had tried to keep Fred out of it, but it didn’t work, and the Weasley twins…when their minds are set, well…

It was worse than her being angry and upset, she was quiet and in shock…oh, it was terrible. I had to do something.

We all went up to bed. Alicia and Angelina up to their dorm, and me to mine. That night of all nights, I wished I had been a year older.

But I waited. Until a couple days later. What was left of the team gathered for a meeting. We met in the changing rooms, and everyone suggested people that could try-out. Angelina scheduled a try-out and the few people began to filter out. Alicia stood, seeming to wait on Angelina and myself.

I said, “I’ll be along in a minute.” I hoped that Angelina would stay to look over the playbook.

“Alright, see you both in a bit.”

Angelina looked up and nodded. Alicia left, and we were alone.

“I’ve got to go over all these plays again. They all are dependent on Harry,” she muttered.

I pretended to be sorting through my locker, but said, “I’ll help you. Just say when.”

I didn’t look behind me at her.

“Thanks. Maybe tonight in the common room?”

“Sure!” I turned with a shoe in my hand. I sat down on a bench just across from her. I pretended to fiddle with the lacing of the shoe.

I heard her shift on the bench. “What are you doing? Use your wand.”

Well, that was the point, wasn’t it? Not using the wand, so it would take longer?

I continued fiddling with the shoe.

“Are you alright?” she asked. We were both two definitely uptight girls.

No. No, I wasn’t alright. I wanted her. I wanted to help her. I wanted to make her feel better. I’m a girl. I know what feels better.

“Katie?”

I looked up at her. She was standing now, so tall and regal looking. Such a beautiful girl. Beautiful woman. I dropped the shoe and whispered, “Angelina…” and grabbed the closest thing to me. Her leg wrapped in her school robes.

She had such long, muscular legs. She yelped, “Katie!”

“Please, please, let me help you. Please? Don’t say no. Please?” I was pitiful.

She stared down at me. “But…but…I…Katie…I like Fred.”

“That’s okay.” I still clutched her leg and began rubbing my hands over her thigh. I reached under her robes and felt her thigh muscles clench as I felt the tight sweats she wore under her robes for Quidditch. She had shown them to me once. They were made of a clingy Muggle material and stuck to her, showing every lovely bone and muscle in her legs.

“Katie…no…I don’t…I…” Her face was flushed, but she didn’t look mad as I looked up at her again.

I decided to not ask permission, not beg like a little schoolgirl, but to take possession of what I wanted.

I looked straight at her as I moved my hand up her inner thigh until I reached a warm spot. I began rubbing gently and could feel her legs wobble in my hands. I looked down, and with my other hand began undoing the bottom of her robes so I could see those encased legs in their silky, black tights.

“Katie…Katie…I…I…oh, Katie!” She stopped protesting, finally. My fingers were wet as I continued to rub her in the oh, so very right spot.

Then I couldn’t stand it anymore. I had to touch her. I moved my hand from her, and it surprised me when I heard a small moan of disappointment.

I slid off the bench and was on my knees in front of her. I pulled her pretty tights down and saw her luscious black curls that were glistening in the light with her wetness. I touched her again and we both sighed.

I used two hands this time. With one hand, I rubbed her clit between my thumb and forefinger. With the other, I slipped a finger inside her. I started a rhythm of moving in and out of her with first one finger, then adding a second.

I looked quickly up at her face. Her head was thrown back and her mouth was open. Her eyes were closed and she panted my name. “Katie, Katie, Katie…” Oh, how long I had been wanting to hear that from her.

I continued to fuck her with my fingers until her legs nearly gave way.

I pulled my fingers from her. My fingers were drenched with her come.

I still rubbed her clit, but wrapped my other arm around her legs and said softly, “Can you sit on the bench?”

She continued panting, but whispered, “Yes.”

I let go for a brief second so she could sit on the bench. She willingly spread her legs for me.

I smiled softly at her, before I dove into the mass of beautiful curls at her pussy. God, I love the taste of a girl. And the taste of Angelina was the sweetest I had ever been fortunate enough to savor.

I dipped my tongue in as far as I could inside her, then pulled it out and up to tickle the underside of her clit. I then wrapped my lips around her clit, pulling at it, using my tongue to move it around. Flicking my tongue back and forth on it, making it hard and swollen.

I ground my face into her, murmuring my happiness at tasting her. Licking every part of her with my talented tongue. More and more wetness streamed out of her, and I just kept my lips and tongue moving around, wanting to make her scream for more.

And scream she did. Screamed my name over and over, as I licked faster and pulled harder and dipped deeper than I could ever remember doing on any other girl.

Sure, I was good at Quidditch. I loved Quidditch. But I knew I was great at turning on a girl. And I loved that, too.

*****

We played around at this new game of ours for the rest of the season and everyone wondered why Angelina had become more relaxed. But we never told.

If she was upset after a game, it didn’t last long because I wouldn’t let it.

We’d meet after a game, or after a practice, or sometimes just disappear for a while letting everyone think we were going over the playbook.

Angelina still saw Fred once in a while, and I knew our fun wasn’t going to last forever. She was leaving school at the end of the year, and I still had one year to go.

But in the meantime…when Ron won the Quidditch Cup for Gryffindor at the end of the season, Angelina was thrilled.

When I looked at her, as the team was carrying Ron off the pitch, she smiled even broader, because she knew what the two of us would do later to celebrate. And I smiled back.

END