Chapter 13 – Daisy Potter, Actual Best At Causing Orgasms
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A few days after this awesome woman called Rita Skeeter had interviewed me during the Weighing of the Wands ceremony, the article came out. It was pages long and contained various photos of me posing like a model at the camera and fantastic quotes from me about how I'm awesome and hot and popular, and Rita had wrote about how I had won the hearts of everyone in Hogwarts and beyond, and how I was clearly going to be the best champion of them all. 

I had a feeling this Rita woman was going to be a very useful and good friend of mine!

The morning that the article came out, everyone was reading it in the Great Hall. It was the day before the Quidditch match, and this Friday I didn't feel like going to class. I got up, flipping my hair as I heard the awed whisperings of students around me and the quotations of the article from admirers and members of my fan club, and made it out into the Entrance Hall before getting ambushed by Draco.

"Wow!" I gasped as my boyfriend flew into me. "Take it easy!" 

But Draco simply dragged me into a broom closet near the staircase. I looked round at him, confused, as he slammed the door shut and turned to face me. 

His bleach blond hair was tousled and all over his usually pale face. But his cheeks were a soft pink, and the reason became clear as he held up the Daily Prophet. 

"You're..." Draco took a deep breath. "Really fucking hot."

"Okay...? I mean, I know, but -"

Draco slammed his lips down on mine, and the newspaper fell from his hands onto the floor as he grabbed onto the front of my robes, pushing me against the wall. I moaned into his mouth as his tongue slid over mine, his hands sliding down my sides. 

Draco broke away, his lips pink and wet. "I'm going to make you feel..." His lips attached themselves to my neck, and his hands slid even lower. "So good..." He bit down on my sweet spot, and his hands rested on the waistband of my school trousers. I groaned loudly, and I heard a few giggles from people passing by outside. 

His left hand slowly made its way into my trousers, and I shut my eyes in bliss as Draco's tongue slid over the bite mark on my neck. His hand rubbed over my knickers harshly, and I bucked my hips towards him with a sharp gasp. A spark of electricity had shot up my spine as his hand had moved across my crotch, and I pulled his head away from my neck.

"Do it again." I demanded. Draco smirked. 

"You want me to do... this?" His hand moved into my knickers and cupped my crotch. I groaned again, feeling his hand right under where I needed him most. 

"More!" I whimpered, clutching at him. Draco smirked even wider, slowly sinking two fingers into me. I felt a slight stretching sensation before a burst of pure pleasure shot through me, and I melted into him. I moaned louder than I ever had before, and a peal of laughter rang out right outside our broom closet. 

Draco started moving his fingers in and out of me, and I was clinging weakly to him, moaning out his name and for him to go faster. 

"Draco, HARDER..." I whimpered loudly. Draco swore equally as loudly, and started slamming into me just as the door whipped open. Snape was standing just outside, his eyebrows raised in contempt. Draco's fingers stilled inside me, and I squirmed as he had stopped just as he had sank in deepest. 

"Students kissing in broom cupboards again?" Snape drawled. Draco was obviously obscuring Snape's vision from what was really happening. I bit my lip to hold in a moan as Draco's fingers shifted slightly in me, though I couldn't restrain my eyelids from fluttering as my eyes rolled back in my head. Several people outside giggled. "Five points from Gryffindor. Get to class, both of you." 

"What?" I screeched after Snape as he swept off towards the dungeons, leaving the door wide open. "You can't take from Gryffindor and not Slytherin too! That's such BULLSHIT -"

But Draco reached out with his free hand and slammed the door shut, resuming his pace inside me. Within seconds I was wilting again, and I felt a build up of pleasure in me. 

"I'm - I'm -" I gasped out as Draco halted. "I'm gonna piss -"

"No you're not, you're just going to come." Draco whispered into my ear with a smirk. I shuddered as his thumb pressed down on my clit, drawing wet circles over it, and I came, a burst of white light taking over my vision and white pleasure shooting through me. I moaned, "DRACO..." louder than I ever had before, knees buckling, and before I knew it, Draco was holding me up as he withdrew his hand from me, glistening in what I could only guess was my come, and stuck his fingers into his mouth, sucking them clean.

"You taste delicious..." Draco smirked at me, before whipping open the door and disappearing into the Hall, leaving me shaken and with soaked knickers against the wall in a broom closet. 

"WHAT THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED?!" I screeched after him.

~~~

Word got around fast that Draco and I were doing some... stuff in a broom closet, apparently. Every class I went to, every corridor I walked through, people were either congratulating me or teasing me. Fred and Pansy kept giving me and Draco these jealous looks throughout the day, even when we weren't with each other. 

"Weakling." Floppy lent over my desk in DADA later, when I decided to return to class. 

"What?" I scowled up at him as he smirked down at me. 

"Meet me in the Entrance Hall at midnight, if you don't want me to Apparate you right back to the Dark Lord." 

I rolled my eyes. "No one can Apparate -"

Floppy disappeared and suddenly reappeared in the corner of the classroom. He smirked at me, and I felt a shudder go through me. 

Moody arrived, and the class started. Harry opened his mouth to ask me what Floppy had said, but I shook my head at him.

'I'll tell you later.' I sent to him, and Harry nodded.

Before the class had started, Terry and I had placed a cauliflower on Moody's desk. Moody eyed it suspiciously before waving his wand at it, and the vegetable soared out the window. The class burst into snickers. 

"Sir!" I waved my hand in the air. 

"What, Potter?" Moody growled.

"Those kind of clothes are inappropriate for school, Professor." 

Moody glared at me with his normal eye. 

"Sir, take your makeup off." Terry told Moody. 

Moody ignored him. 

Draco passed me my recorder, and I winked at him. I put the recorder to my mouth and started playing the Eastenders tune. 

"Potter, put that away." Moody growled.

I stopped playing, handed it to Harry, who continued playing, and instead told him, "Terry's developing a nuclear bomb, Professor."

"Is this true, boy?" Moody whirled around to Terry, grunting at him with narrowed eyes and his wand pointed at him. Half the class was in tears as Harry continued playing the recorder masterfully. 

I got out my pocket mirror and shined it in the sun shining in from the window at Moody's face. Moody aimed his wand at the mirror and glared at it with his magical eye. 

"Do you think you're the Minister, sir?" I asked Moody in a sassy voice. Before he could answer, I went on ahead and told him, "You really should be more humble and modest, y'know. Honestly, you're not more important than anyone else. Everyone is equal, you'd do better to remember that, Professor."

Everyone in the class was struggling to hold in their laughter. 

"Right, Potter." Moody said gruffly.

I turned round to Seamus and waved my wand at his ears and then the bunch of cacti I had brought to class and placed on my desk. Next second, Seamus's ears were on a cactus. 

I cackled and high-fived Terry.

I sneakily pointed my wand at Floppy, and soon his ears were on a cactus too. I snickered as he put his hands up to where his ears were in horror, looking around the room.

Eventually, Terry and I had Dean, Harry, Draco, Parvati, Lavender, Hermione, Ron, and Neville's ears joined onto the cacti too.

Terry and I sent a spell onto Moody's blackboard and soon a commercial about Vagisil was playing over Moody's teaching. Moody huffed grumpily.

"Professor!" I waved my hand in the air. "I think your suspicion that someone's gonna assassinate you every second of the day is kinda stupid."

"Oh really, Miss Potter?" Moody turned to me, growling. "Let's see how you'll fare after one day of having hundreds of enemies like me -"

The class was soon giggling and sniggering as we argued until the bell rang. 

~~~

Later on that night, I went down to meet Floppy in the Entrance Hall. Unlike how I had expected, it wasn't a trap. He just told me to follow him out into the Forest, where I thought he was going to attack me, and I threatened him with castration until he showed me a dragon enclosure deep in the trees. 

"What the fuck is this." I said, staring at the dragons.

"The first task." Floppy said, lingering behind me. His eyes glinted in the light shining from the fire the dragons were breathing. "Each champion has to get past a dragon and snatch a golden egg." 

I was silent for a moment. "Why would you show me this?"

"That's none of your business, Weakling. Now go back to Gryffindor tower and pull some pranks, or whatever the hell you and those Weasley twins do at night." Floppy submerged into the shadows, and when I tried following him, I found he had disappeared completely.

I returned to the common room to talk to Sirius in the fireplace with Harry. Harry had written a letter from us to Sirius to tell him about us being selected as champions. Sirius warned us about Karkaroff, apparently he used to be a Death Eater. I wonder why I didn't see him at Voldemort's birthing ceremony.

I told them about the dragons Floppy had shown me. Harry and I were to compete in the Tournament together as a team, as we were twins and Dumbledore agreed that it would make us equal to the other champions, as we were younger than them and therefore less experienced. The other champions agreed to it, as they therefore had less contenders to compete with.

The next morning, the Gryffindor Quidditch team met in the common room to cheers from those who had already eaten. A lad called Cormac McLaggen had taken the place of Oliver, and I was team captain for this year only, self appointed, as I was the one organising the whole student-run Quidditch Cup thing. 

We all traipsed down into the Great Hall together to cheers and applause from Gryffindor and half of Ravenclaw. All throughout breakfast Cormac was trying to flirt with me and Hermione, and both of us rolled our eyes at each other.

In the changing rooms, I noticed both Cormac and Fred's eyes on me as I changed from my Muggle clothes into my Quidditch robes. I stuck my tongue out at them, snickering, as they went red and turned away - though that may be because Harry was glaring at them with danger in his eyes. 

We all meandered onto the Quidditch pitch, meeting the Hufflepuff team in the middle. We had appointed Amy as referee in place of Madam Hooch, as she was from Ravenclaw and therefore unbiased. Lee was still commentator, though Minnie couldn't stop him from providing bias or making rude remarks this year, as indeed this was student-run. The teachers had all still turned up, however, and were watching from their stands along with the rest of the school. 

Amy blew her whistle just as I was winking at Cedric, and threw the Quaffle into the air. We all took off, and I rose fifty feet higher than the rest of the players, searching for the Snitch as Harry took off with the Quaffle. 

But within three minutes of Lee referring to the Hufflepuff players as 'cheese puffs' and putting on some heavy Gryffindor bias, and Amy giving absolutely no penalties at all and being lazy as fuck, lounging back on her broom and eating mini doughnuts, I had caught the Snitch. Everyone was amazed - apparently it was the fastest capture of the Snitch anyone had ever seen at Hogwarts. 

Back in the changing rooms, as we all chatted and high-fived each other with glee, we decided we didn't need to get changed - it would be better to wear our robes for the rest of the day and enjoy the admiration we got from Gryffindor supporters. 

Angelina and Katie left together, with linked arms, singing, and Harry left soon after when Ron and Hermione popped their heads in. Cormac cleared out soon after, his eyes on Hermione. George left with Lee, the two of them eyeing Fred and I as they left, smirking. 

"Is it true?" Fred said. I turned to find him sitting on the bench right behind me and jumped. I knew he was sitting on the bench but not so close!

"Is what true?" I narrowed my eyes at him.

"That Draco gave you an orgasm in a broom closet." Fred said matter-of-factly. His eyes were narrowed slightly, too, and I detected a strong hint of jealousy in his voice. 

"Maybe it is." I shrugged, turning away and gathering my stuff up.

But it was pointless as it was knocked out of my hands, Fred shoving me against the wall. 

"I can make you come." Fred growled.

"Okay?" I said.

"Better." 

"Right." 

"Better than he ever can."

I stared up at him with an eyebrow raised. "Why don't you, then?"

Fred groaned and lent down, pressing his lips to mine in a passionate kiss. His tongue slipped into my mouth and his hands slid up and down my sides. He pushed me down onto the bench and his mouth detached from mine, instead attaching to my neck. I moaned as Fred's mouth sucked on a sensitive place under my ear, his hands gripping my hips. 

He tugged down my trousers and knickers, leaving me in my vest, jumper, and cloak. He slowly slid down my body until his face was level with my crotch.

"I thought - I thought you were gonna -" I panted, feeling the wetness as I shivered, feeling Fred's breath hitting my crotch as he looked up at me, sniggering. 

"Nah, Softpaw... I'm gonna eat you out." The red-head smirked as I shuddered. He lowered his head, and I let my head drop back onto the bench as I felt Fred's tongue lick up my slit, along with a huge of burst of pleasure. 

"Fred!" I said, reaching my hands down and gripping his hair, forcing his face into my crotch. I heard a muffled laugh, and felt it against me, and I moaned loudly. A tongue slid deep into me, and I bit my lip, my eyes fluttering shut. "Oh Godric, Fred, faster!"

Fred's tongue slid in and out of me, occasionally licking around me and sucking my clit, and within a few minutes, I was coming harder than I did with Draco, pleasure consuming me whole, my legs locking around Fred's head, and my hands gripped tightly in his hair, possibly ripping some of it out, and I came to my senses a few moments later to see Fred's face hovering above mine, his chin and smirk covered in wetness. My best friend licked his lips, winking at me, and I punched him in the arm.

"I don't like you." I said jokingly as I sat up, tugging my pants back up. 

"Obviously you do." Fred snickered as he sat beside me. "You FANCY me. You have a CRUSH on me." 

I rolled my eyes.

"And I just gave you the best orgasm anyone has had, ever." 

I spun round to him, sick of his shit. "Oh yeah?"

Fred smirked at me. "The absolute best, from Fred Weasley only."

We both stared each other down. The sexual tension was so thick in the air you could almost cut through it with a knife. And before Fred Weasley, the second absolute best at causing orgasms, knew it, Daisy Potter, the actual absolute best at causing orgasms, was on her knees before him, and five minutes later was strutting out of the changing rooms with a triumphant smirk, swallowing down the rest of Fred Weasley's come and leaving the prankster shook and awestruck on the bench.

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