Pansy's joke

Sexy thread, kids, please do not read it…

She was walking to the pitch smirking. This would be so much fun. Cedric would never have a clue. She got a little flask out of her new, boy robes and drank it. As she approached the pitch, making sure no one was there her body started to change. She was no longer herself, but she was now Oliver wood. She walked in into boy’s locker room looking for one particular boy.

Cedric just got out of the showers, a towel wrapped around his waist. His head was filled with Quidditch strategies - the practice had been somewhat ok,
but their beaters needed more training. He sighed, and ran his fingers through his hair whom was still wet.
He looked up when he saw someone sitting on the bench.
"Oliver!" He gasped, but his shocked expression changed into a smile. "What are you doing here?"

Speaking was out of the question. He would recognize her voice…She stood up walking to Cedric and wrapped her arms around his wet body. She kissed him passionately pushing him back into the shower slot.

Cedric gasped, whatever has gotten into Oliver - he liked it.
He pushed him away and smirked, before turning to his neck - kissing it softly.

*In her mind she was laughing but then a realization hit her, in order to complete her plan she would have to be shagged… in the arse… for the first time….by Diggory…The idea did not appeal to her but she still continued with the plan. Miracles do happen after all. She removed his towel putting her hands onto his manhood. She also started unbuttoning her shirt*

Cedric moaned and bit his lip. He took hold of Olivers wrists.
"Whoa, slow down.." He whispered - and lent in to kiss him again. He licked Olivers lower lip, carefully biting it - while he let go of Olivers wrists.

*She started kissing him back. She moved to his neck and started moving lower and lower kissing his chest. He did have a pretty good body. She started lowering and lowering herself up until she reached…*

Cedric held his breath, biting his lip trying his best not to moan. He was blushing now.
"Please, Oliver..." He begged, hoping he didn't sound to silly. "Slow down."

She kissed his manhood before going back up. She felt tight in her trousers. It was such a weird feeling to be a guy.

Cedric kissed Oliver again and took hold of his robes while doing so. Oliver seemed lost in the kiss, so he flipped the situation, slamming Oliver against the wall.
He looked apologizing at him, while unbuttoning his shirt and looseing his tie. He placed his hands on Olivers hips, pressing his body against his -
leaning in on his neck again, sucking it - leaving the skin bruised.
I need to hear him moan, this usually makes him moan? Cedric thought.

She was now facing the wall… For some reason she started liking this game for more than just a pleasure to make fun of Cedric. She was so into it that she moaned forgetting who she was and what was her propose. She actually wanted him to do this bad thing to her…She praid to god that he didn't hear her...

Cedric smirked, attacking Olivers neck again, too caught up in his own game to notice that the moan was a little too high pitched.
Th moan however, made him loose his usual patience, and he ripped open the last of Olivers shirt - buttons flying everywhere.

He didn’t notice…he didn’t notice…*her eyes lightened up. She couldn’t stand the pressure in her pants any longer so she undone her pants on her own, letting them fall onto the wet floor.

Cedric bit Olivers shoulder before he turned him around, stroking Olivers firm chest.
He kissed him greedily (sp?) wanting him more than ever.

She returned all his kisses stroking his shaft…When will he try and go further than just kissing. It was her first time as well and she was impatient…

Cedric was unable to hold back moans now, and grabbed hold of Olivers shaft as well,
stroking him slowly, hoping to tease him.

The feeling was so strange...She leaned back onto the wall wanting more...

Cedric kissed his way down to Olivers hips, sucking at the skin leaving bruises again.
Somehow he liked to paint his body, it made things more real - made Oliver his.
He bit his lip and looked up at Oliver, hoping he wouldn't notice how nervous he was beginning to feel.
Somehow this felt wrong...

She suddenly felt a light headed feeling. Her hair started turning black. She looked at Cederic that was now pleasing her. She groaned. She pushed him out of the way, gently and stormed out of the shower putting her clothing back on. She was almost at the door when…

Oliver thought he might suprise Ceddy in the showers, he was quite close, when he heard moaning. Oh no, he thought this couldn't be happening, was Ced cheating, Oliver stormed in to see - himself? He was confused what was going on, "What is this?" He shouted.

“Um…bye…” she started running towards the castle, half naked. Her body parts started changing. She was laughing and crying at the same time. The situation was just so bizarre.

The other him- half him was running away, he didn't get this, "What is happening Cedric?!" Oliver shouted, tears were forming in his eyes, was he cheating with someone, but why would that someone be looking like him.

Cedric's head was hurting, Oliver had pushed him away and he hit the wall. He stumbled up to his feet, and looked at Oliver.
"Wow, you dress fast." He groaned. "Why are you crying?"

"What the fuck are you on about! Who was that, why did they look like me?" Oliver asked, his eyes still soaking wet, "You better start explaining!"

"I must have hit my head too hard..." Cedric muttered, and looked at Oliver. He grabbed his towl and wrapped it around himself.
"That was you. That wasn't you? I don't know! You were waiting in the locker room when I got out of the shower..."
Cedric frowned. "Did you hit your head as well?"

"I did not hit my head, and I certainly wasn't waiting here for you!" Oliver hissed, "Who is it, was it her dressed as me, is that how you like it? Isa dressed as Ollie?"

Cedric blushed - his thought's was a mess.
"That wasn't... That was certainly not Isabella." Cedric said startled. "How could you ever think that?! She would never do that to me... Nor you, as the matter of fact. And you should know better. What ever sick game you are playing with me..."
Cedrics jaw tigthened, and he walked out of the showers.

"Oh you don't walk out on me," Oliver raised his wand and dragged Ceddy back in, "I'm not playing games here, trust me. That wasn't me."

Cedric's eyes narrowed. He looked at Olivers neck - raising his eyebrows as he did so.
"You're not bruised..." He whispered, to himself.
"If it wasn't you, then who the bloody hell was it? It sure felt like you!"


<<Well, atleast he's not being slammed against the wall again...>>

"You don't know?" Oliver said, he thought Cedric knew who it was because he didn't.

"Of course I don't know - I keep telling you; it was you. Or looked like you anyways.. Hmm..."
Cedric frowned, thinking it sure didn't sound like Oliver - recalling the highpitched moan... "Damn..." He muttered.
He bit his lip, noticing that Oliver still had his wand pointed at him.
"You might want to put that down." Cedric said, and took a couple of steps back.

Oliver put his wand away, "I bet it was Isabella, she's just waiting for a chance to jump on you." Oliver said.

"She's not!" Cedric's eyes narrowed, and his jaw tightened.
"She would never do that to either of us."

"Fine then, who else could it be?" Oliver asked, "Someone that knows about us..."

"Besides Isabella hmm. Well I haven't told anyone. Have you?"

Cedric thought about who else knew for a long time... then suddenly felt sick - and his face turned green.
"I'm gonna throw up..." He said, shutting his eyes and clenching his fists.
He bit his lips, they tasted awfully sweet. Eeeeew.
Cedric ran outta the showers and over to the sink, coughing, yet trying not to barf. Luckily, he didn't.
"I swear to god I'm gonna kill her." He gasped.

"Cedric!" Oliver said as he hurried after him, "It couldn't be her, that would be sick."

"All Slytherins are sick!" Cedric said, and clenched his fists - then he walked over to find his clothes, starting to pull them on.
"That bitch better be hiding, because if I find her..."



<<Wow, I'm amazed at the fact that Olivers not mad any longer o_O>>

"We don't know for sure, and Ewww." Oliver stipped, "You and Pansy, and you don't have to be in such a rush to get your clothes on..."

"Why, what are you suggesting? That I go off killing her naked?" Cedric said, and threw his towel onto the floor.
Every muscle in his body was tense, he was way pissed off, ashamed - and hated the girl more than he thought it was possible to hate anyone.
It made him unfaithful. Or did it? It didn't matter, person looking like Oliver was not Oliver.
Cedric looked up, confused for a little moment.
"How can I know for sure that you is you this time?"




<<If you wanna calm him down you gotta pin him or something >_< >>