Hogwarts Harem

Kit and Kaboodle

Victoire's blonde ponytail whipped around her as she flew high above, soaring with the quaffle in hand as she passed it to her teammate. Quidditch practice was one of her favorite parts of the week; she left all of her problems on the ground as she enjoyed the caress of the wind against her skin while on her broom.

Though even up here, Salvatore Rookwood crept into her mind. She bit down hard on her bottom lip as she remembered their unexpected meeting last night. She adjusted her position on her broom, suddenly aware of how it rubbed against her centre in a way that was distracting. And the last thing she needed was to think about how much more she'd prefer a different wood between her thighs - preferably Rookwood.

She shook her head as if to clear it as she left those thoughts behind, flying faster to catch the quaffle being thrown to her and hurling it through the post successfully. With that final shot, practice was over and she dove back down to reality.

"Good practice, Twa," Kit Stone called, a smirk on his lips.

"Why are you always here?" Vic demanded, not bothering with pleasantries.

"Maybe I'm here because Gryffindors have the pitch booked for practice now after Ravenclaws," he responded coolly, though if that were the case, he was quite early. "Or maybe I like watching you fly."

Victoire arched a brow. "Sure. Where's your gaggle of fangirls?"

Kit looked a little hurt, though he recovered quickly enough. "I don't care to have a group of girls surrounding me anymore. It's quite bothersome."

A derisive laugh escaped Vic's lips as she brushed past him. "Yes, how troublesome for you, being surrounded by girls who want to cater to your every need."

Kit chased after her, keeping pace as she made her way to the locker room. "It's not like I ask girls to hang around me and do stuff for me. They just do it."

"Sure." Vic didn't really care to be talking to Kit right now and figured it'd be easier to just agree with him until he left her alone.

Why was it bothering him so much that she seemed so unimpressed with him? Gryffindor didn't really have practice, he'd just wanted an excuse to come and watch her practice. He couldn't get her out of his head since the party. It wasn't the fact that she was practically the only girl in Hogwarts who didn't want him. It was just her; who she was: she was cool and sexy and kind, and they'd had fun together at the party. He wanted to know so much more about her and get as close as possible to her. He'd start by telling his fan group to back off - there was only one lady in his sights now, and he'd make sure she knew it.

***

Kit stared at Victoire broodily during breakfast. It's like she hadn't even noticed he fed himself his own breakfast without one of his fans feeding it to him! Didn't she know the effort it cost him bringing the fork all the way to his own mouth for a change? He was exerting so much energy trying to impress Victoire already, and she didn't even care.

Okay, maybe most grown men fed themselves breakfast. He'd have to do something bigger, more extravagant to show Victoire how completely committed he was to impressing her. He strode to her table, seating himself next to her on the bench with his back to the table.

"Hey, babe. Wanna sneak in some extra Quidditch practice later?"

Victoire looked at him hesitantly, as if suspecting some sort of prank. "Is this the part where you make some lame joke about me riding your broomstick or something?"

"No, but I like where your head is at, Twa. You're as dirty minded as your nickname suggests," he winked roguishly, and Vic's cheeks reddened. "I meant to ask if you wanted to join me on the pitch for a bit after Gryffindor's session today."