Title: We Have To Stop Doing This

Fandom: Harry Potter

Verse: Free

Pairing: Katie Bell and Oliver Wood

Rating: M. I blame it on my seniors.

A/N: Inspiration came from 0liverWood's tweet: Ye might, on occasion, vanish my broom to where I cannae find it for 3 days, lass, #ButIStillLoveU which was an indirect to my Katie_Bell_. Cheers!

Disclaimer: I have Choir for five hours tomorrow. Enough said.

Oliver was angry. No, he was furious.

His broom was missing, and not for the first time either. It was the fifth time that his new Light Flier had gone missing and he knew very well who had taken it.

Miss Katie Bell, yes, his Katie. Again. Why? Apparently, it was for the 'fun' of seeing him tear through the apartment like a madman to find his precious broom. Though he never really understood why she was always so bitter when she said it.

"KATIE! WHERE IS MY BROOM?" Exasperation filled his voice. Sometimes he couldn't put up with her. Sometimes.

"Here!" She called out cheerfully. Oliver was stunned for a second. She never told him where it was… Not until the last minute, that is. He walked into his room slowly, as if scared of what awaited him.

When he entered the room, however, he just stared at the bed. Oliver tugged at his collar, finding it suddenly hard to breathe. His broom had been dressed in this two-piece black lingerie. 'Wish it was me?' Katie's handwriting… But where was she?

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Katie closed the door gently, not wanting to wake the sleeping Scot as she crept into the apartment. She glanced at the clock, swearing as she realized how late it was.

"And where exactly were you, Miss Bell?" His breath grazed her earlobe gently, sending spasms of pleasure through her body.

"Out." She whispered, her breath hitching as he nibbled on her ear gently.

"Out where?" Oliver murmured in that oh-so-lovely Scottish accent as his lips trailed down to her neck.

"W-with the girls…" Katie blushed, itching for more contact from him. But no, he was teasing her and he made it excruciatingly hard to resist. Her hands pulled his hips closer to hers, only to be pushed away gently.

"Thank you for your little present this afternoon, lass…" The Scottish brogue grinned, nipping lightly at her collarbone to allow a little gasp to escape from her mouth. "I did wish it were you in it… Care to make it reality?"

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Her hair was tousled, her lipstick smudged and her body crushed under his. Limbs flew everywhere and their positions changed every second. His tongue slipped into her mouth and crashed against her teeth in need as his fingers worked their way to undo the clasp at the back of her top.

"Katie…" Oliver growled, shoving his jeans away after giving up trying to undo the annoying bugger. Her hands made quick work of the unmentionable before she threw it off the bed and smashed her lips to his again. His hands roamed across her body, shamelessly grinding into her for that much-needed friction.

Only a flimsy piece of lace separated them, and was obviously torn away quickly. "Ready, Kates?" He smirked, pulling her closer to him.

"As ready as I'll ever be."

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"Kates?"

"Mm?" She murmured, her head resting on his chest.

"You can steal my broom anytime."

A/N: I blame my seniors.