Tales from the Quidditch Pitch

Chapter 1: A Rough Start

Well, this is it! This is my new smut series. Unlike AHM, the chapters will NOT be connected in any way; each chapter is its own oneshot. The pairings will change too! If you want to recommend a pairing to me this is how it works: ONE (or more) of the people in the pairing must be a Quidditch player. Also, I'm not interested in doing slash. This is PWP, so they don't have to be likely, and they can be three or foursomes if you like!

Request pairings you'd like to see in a review!

Draco Malfoy landed on the muddy Quidditch pitch with a muted splash. He was drenched from the rain that was currently pouring over the field, and in an extremely foul temper. Slytherin had just lost to Gryffindor by 30 points, all because Potter had caught the snitch out from under him.

They would all tell him what he already knew. They had all done their part, and he'd dropped the ball. Fuck them, he thought. He didn't want to hear it. He stomped off toward the changing rooms, which were at the other end of the pitch. He took his time, despite the rain, in order to avoid dealing with the rest of them. Draco knew he'd have to eventually, but he'd rather stall for now.

At long last he had reached the changing rooms, and he entered with a sigh. Everyone was trying to get rid of the mud they had been coated in, so naturally the showers were full. He sat down at one of the benches and waited. No one spoke to him, but he preferred it that way. At last one of the showers became available, and Draco began stripping off his filthy Quidditch robes.

This was the one thing he hated about Slytherin's all-male Quidditch policy. When you got the locker room, it was full of sweaty, naked blokes. It wasn't that he felt self-conscious around them (he had zero reason to be), it was that there was not a breast in sight, whereas Potter was probably getting his fill of T&A right that moment. If not for the fact that he had an appointment with Hermione Granger several hours later, he might've found himself jealous of Potter.

He snorted to himself. Jealous. How absurd.

He finished undressing and stepped under the shower, which turned on instantly, blasting his skin with scalding water. He let the pressure of the water relax the muscles in his shoulders and arms. Before he knew it, he looked up to find only Marcus Flint left in the changing room.

"Practice on Monday, Malfoy," he spat, before exiting.

Draco sighed and returned to his shower. He was just washing his hair when he heard the door open once more. Thinking that Flint had changed his mind and decided to yell at him, he snapped "Back for more?"

But it was a female voice that responded, "Well, I'm not here to discuss Quidditch strategy with you."

He whipped around, realizing belatedly that he was naked, and that his wand was with his robes on the floor. He relaxed slightly when he realized that it was Hermione Granger standing in the change room, but still hissed, "The fuck, Granger? What're you doing here!"

"Well," she said smugly, "after your particularly humiliating defeat out there, I figured you could use my help... unwinding."

He gritted his teeth. As horribly annoying as she was, she had a point. There was no reason to refuse, and there were few better ways to relax, as far as Draco was concerned.

"Wait for me to dry off, then," he growled, returning to the shower stall.

"I don't think so," she called. "Move over in there!" And there she was, her cardigan discarded, standing there, squinting at him to avoid the spray bouncing from his body. He smirked and stepped aside, watching, quite surprised, as she stepped directly into the stream of the water. Soon, her hair and blouse were soaked. He very much appreciated how her usually untameable hair became silky straight under the effects of the water. He also appreciated the effect the water was having on her white blouse. Apparently Hermione had neglected to wear a bra.

"Happy to see me?" he grinned, as her nipples poked through the now transparent material.

"I could say the same about you," she said, smiling as she caught sight of his cock.

"Nah, it's like that normally," he grinned.

Draco began to unbutton her blouse, his fingers fumbling slightly in his rush to get it off. He wanted this far more than he would admit to himself. When at last the buttons were all undone, he peeled the shirt from her and tossed it to the ground.

For some time, he just savoured the sight of her breasts before him. He watched the water drip down them in dozens of rivulets. Her nipples were rosy and rock hard. He longed to take each of them between his teeth in turn, but he held himself back from now.

He remembered the first time he had seen Hermione's breasts. It had been some time ago, but he had been shocked to see how round and full they were. His surprise was justified, considering that she usually hid them behind bulky sweaters or layers of robes and uniform. He didn't think she had ever revealed even so much as a bit of cleavage in public. But then, perhaps she wouldn't be this wild in private if she had. In any case, here they were before him, so who was he to complain?

Seeing Draco ravish her body with his eyes always had a noticeable effect on Hermione. She cupped her breasts, pushing them together in front of him. "Like when I do that?" she smiled. He responded by enveloping her mouth with his.

They kissed passionately for a moment, his tongue working its way inside of her mouth. There they fought for dominance, and Draco quickly won. Hermione removed her hands so that Draco could take hold of her breasts. He began to knead them gently with each hand while they continued kissing, slowing at first. And then his ministrations grew more and more forceful, until his thumbs reached out to feel for her nipples, which in their present state, were quite obvious.

He pushed into them, hard, with each thumb, and Hermione gasped. Grinning into her mouth in response, he began to slowly tread circles following her areolas, only barely touching the nipples themselves. It was an intense tease, and Draco relished in the effect it was having over Hermione. Her tongue was pushing against his with a manic energy now, her passion unrestrained.

And so Draco bent slightly, and took it in his mouth. Hermione moaned low in her throat as he swirled his tongue around each nipple, going between left and right. He began pushing harder, forcing his tongue against her. All of the aggression he had felt from losing the Quidditch match came rushing back.

"Enough of this," he growled, and tore her skirt away. Her long legs came into view, as well as the only thing that stood between Draco and what he wanted: a pair of white panties. They were soaked through, though Draco couldn't tell what was from the shower and what from horniness.

"Wow, Granger," he said sarcastically, "If I had known you were this wet, I would've gotten your knickers off ages ago."

"Oh, shut up and get on with it," she sighed, rolling her eyes at him.

He took a step back, grinning again. "You know, I'm not sure if I want to," he said with mock seriousness. He pretended to appraise her as she stood under the shower head.

"Really? You don't want any of this?" she asked, squeezing her breasts together once more. Draco shrugged noncommittally in response. She snorted. "Well what about this, then?" she said slyly, pulling her panties down with her thumbs, just enough so that her pussy was half visible.

"Well, I've changed my mind, then," said Draco, licking his lips.

"But what if I've changed mine?" she grinned, pulling her panties back up.

"Tough shit," he growled, before he ripped them off.

"Oookay then," she said, looking visibly surprised. "Hey, I liked those!"

"I'm sure you know a spell for that."

"That's not th-"

But before she could further complain, Draco had slipped three fingers inside of her, right up past the first knuckle. She froze, and looked at him, shocked. "What the fuck," she managed hoarsely.

Draco smirked and withdrew the fingers, not surprised to see that they were thoroughly coated with cum.

"Merlin," she groaned, "I'm going to be feeling that one for weeks."

"No, Granger," he said, "you're going to be feeling this one for weeks."

He slid two fingers into her pussy and then put a third in her ass. She gasped and looked at him, wide-eyed. Draco just grinned back, and began withdrawing his fingers slowly and pumping them back in, building a rhythm. It felt better than she expected it would. The single finger in her behind had slid in much easier than she would have expected, which she supposed was because of the fact that she was standing in a shower.

He pulled his fingers out slowly, and then plunged them back in, hard as he could. Hermione gasped again, but she had grown more used to the sensation. His fingers disappeared into her as fast as they could. Her breathing grew ragged from the pleasure, and she began to moan softly.

Draco just smirked lightly as he pushed her back against the wall and fucked her with his marvellously dextrous fingers. She was thankful for this, because her legs were shaking so badly she was unsure if she could stand up on her own. Apparently he was too caught up in the throes of passion to make any sort of snide remark. She looked into his eyes. There was a hunger, a fiery need, burning in the molten silver of his eyes.

Hermione suddenly became very aware of how extremely wet she was. She gritted her teeth, knowing that satisfaction was still a ways off.

When it became too much to bear, she stopped him. She could feel his cock pressed up against her abdomen. She knew how hard he was. She slowly crouched down and then shifted onto her knees. There was just enough room for her, but it was cramped. With Draco's cock in front of her, she somehow didn't mind.

The water from the shower was pouring directly into her hair, but she didn't notice. She moved slowly forward, as though in a trance, reaching out and gripping him with both of her hands, her left around his head and her right around the shaft. She was going to get him back for his earlier surprises.

She began to stroke his cock, softly and slowly, just barely touching it, leaving only two fingers wrapped around his shaft as she slid them up and down. He was arching his back now, silently begging her to go faster, but she kept pace, smiling to herself.

She increased the pressure she was using, until she was practically dragging her fingers down his cock. He groaned loudly, his voice echoing around the room.

"Hmmm, I don't see any precum," she mused softly.

Draco snorted. "We're in a shower, yeah? Running water does that."

She bared her teeth at him and began rapidly stroking his cock. His knees bent and a shudder passed over his body before he could regain control. "Trying to bring me to my knees, are you Granger?" he said in a low hiss.

Ignoring him, Hermione said, "I think I want a taste," and slowly lowered her lips to the tip of his cock. She savoured the sharp intake of breath from Draco far more than she should've, and then took more of him in her mouth. She could definitely taste the precum now, as her lips rose and fell. She could feel how warm it was against her tongue, too. She wanted it all.

She began to move faster and faster, first focusing just on the tip, taking it in quick bursts with a lot of pressure from her tongue, then descending down the length of his shaft, taking all of it, and then easing up the shaft just as quickly.

She was tempted to force him to orgasm in her mouth, just so that she could taste his cum. She wanted to taste it so badly, but she knew that she wanted all of it inside of her more. If he came now, she would have to wait for him to recover, and there would be less cum in the long run.

And she couldn't have that, tempting though it was.

So, with regret, she withdrew her lips from his cock and looked up at him. His eyes were closed and his face looked as though he was seeing paradise behind his eyelids. She noted with mild amusement that it took a couple of seconds after she had finished for his eyes to snap open and look down at her, questioning. She gave him a pointed look in return.

He gestured her to stand. She complied, rising slowly from her knees, which were stiff from the tile floor. He pulled her against him and kissed her, hard. She could feel his cock against her abdomen like a knife. An extremely dull, thick, massive knife that, ironically, she did want inside her. Hazily she realized that perhaps this line of thought wasn't making a lot of sense, but she was much too entranced with lust to care.

So instead, she tuned her brain out and focused instead on the kiss. There was far too much going on her for her to wrap her mind around- the heat of his lips, his darting tongue in her mouth, the way he pulled her against him, so that as much of their bodies were touching as possible. It was as though they had been fused together, the way their limbs were now wrapped around each other.

Crushed against him, Draco's cock became painful obvious to Hermione, and she felt that the best solution for getting it out of the way involved him burying it inside her. She reached down and guided it slowly into her entrance, where it was just barely touching the lips of her pussy. Just that tiny touch made her ache to have it inside of her.

She kissed him harder, forcing her tongue into his mouth, fighting back, and as she did, he plunged his cock upward into her pussy. Hermione had forgotten how tight her pussy was when his thick cock was involved, and it was a glaring reminder now, with his entire length inside of her.

She moaned into Draco's mouth while she kissed him. It was only his arms, wrapped around her, and his cock inside of her, that kept her standing. Her knees had all but let go, and it was up to Draco to hold her up while he fucked her.

Standing required a lot of exertion, especially because he essentially had to lift her up in order to thrust into her, and it slowed down their pace. Hermione, having regained some control, whispered for Draco to pull out. He noted with a lustful look in his eyes that his entire cock was covered in her cum now.

Hermione turned shakily until she was facing the right wall of the shower. She leaned in slightly and placed her hands flat against it. She bent her knees a bit so that she'd be less likely to fall. She wiggled her ass a little at Draco to invite him over.

As far as Draco was concerned, there was no shortage of it. Hermione's ass was round and firm, the kind that would stop men in their tracks if she ever had the guts to show it off, which, of course, she didn't. And spaced just underneath her marvellous ass was her pussy, which was glistening with wetness, none of which was from the shower.

He positioned his cock against the entrance to her pussy once more, and slowly let his length sink into her, sliding forward until all of it was in and she was being pushed up against the wall. He withdrew almost completely, and then leaned back and slammed his cock into her again, pushing her against the wall with even more force. She braced herself, but Draco still had to hold her steady, his hands wrapped around her hips as he fucked her.

As his thrusts grew more and more rapid, he leaned in close, arching his back over hers, until his arms were wrapped around her waist and she could feelhis head next to hers, his lips on her neck, his breath in her ear.

He was whispering things to her. How much he wanted to fuck her, how naughty she was, coming out here to shag him in the changing rooms. How he loved the feel of her velvet soft pussy against his cock.

He fucked her harder and harder, until his pelvis was pounding against her ass as he impaled her on the wall. He was leaning back once more so that he could grab her hips and slam her body into his cock with each stroke. Hermione was bent nearly horizontal, her hands still splayed against the wall to keep herself from being pushed into it headfirst with the force of Draco's thrusts.

She knew that he had to be getting close because she could feel his strokes becoming more ragged, less controlled. Judging by the dull burning sensation between her legs, she knew that she was getting close, too. She urged him on, whispering hoarsely for him to cum.

With a final cry, he launched his cock into her, his entire body weight holding her against the wall. She could feel his cock twitch inside her, as hot sticky cum filled her pussy. Her own orgasm began shortly after, and she felt her wet pussy clamp down on his cock. She cried out as the waves of her orgasm completely overtook her, and Draco was left to holding her up.

When they had both finished cumming, she let out a deep breath. She could still feel the cum inside her, but she could also feel it slowly dripping out over his cock, which was still inside her. He pulled out, and to Hermione's delight, she turned around and saw that Draco's cock was covered in cum, and still hard.

She knew there was only a small window before he would start his recovery, so she dropped to her knees and took his cock in her mouth, swirling her tongue around it, capturing all of the cum that coated the shaft and tip. He shuddered, still in the raptures of post-orgasm. She grinned up at him. "Just wanted a taste," she shrugged.

Draco finished his shower, with Hermione accompanying him, and they left the changing rooms, Hermione first, exiting with a wave, and then Draco several minutes later, just in case anyone was watching.

With a smile on his face, Draco sauntered down to the dungeons. He thought that maybe losing wasn't so bad after all.

A/N: And THAT is the very first chapter! Hope you all enjoyed! Leave me a review telling me what you think, and be sure to request any pairings you'd like to see for the next chapter!