Hello, all. This is my first attempt as a Katie/Oliver fic. I love these two together and for the sake of my fic Oliver is the same age as Katie, Alicia, Fred, George and Angelina who are all in seventh year. Harry, Ron and Hermione are two years younger. I really hope you like my fic and please review it. I own nothing

Friendship with a twist

"Do you think they ever get bored of winning?" The raven haired Ravenclaw girl asked her friend as they headed for their common room. Her friend shook her head,

"I doubt it, not with the parties they have, Cho." Cho Chang nodded at her friends answer as they watched a crowd of Gryffindor's come down they hall, most of the Gryffindor Quidditch team riding of their shoulders.

"Win, win, win…yes we did… we won…" the group of red and gold cheered as they passed.

"We always win." Katie Bell groaned as she stepped through the entrance to the Gryffindor common room and headed straight for her private, head girl room. The door had barley closed when it was opened again and Oliver Wood walked it.

"Wood," she greeted him as she slipped off her Quidditch robes. He moved behind her and slid his strong arms around her waist, pulling her up against him.

"We won," his beautiful Scottish accent whispered in her ear.

"Not tonight, Wood." She told him and he growled.

"But, I need this, Katie." He wined in her ear as he moved his hand under her shirt. She pushed away and turned to look at him.

"What about what I need?" she asked him but continued before he could talk. "Do you even care about what I need? Because my neck and shoulders are killing me but obviously you don't care about what I need so why don't you lose you clothes while I finish taking off mine and I'll lie on the bed while you get your 'after winning another Quidditch match screw'." She yelled at him as she pulled off her top and started unbuttoning her jeans. He brushed her hands away and looked at her.

"I'm sorry, I didn't…" she waved him off.

"Forget it, Wood." She sighed as she rolled her neck and moaned in pleasure.

"Stop it." He instructed in his I-am-the-Quidditch-Captain-Oliver-Wood tone and she felt his hand on her shoulders moments later.

"God, Wood, that feels great." She moaned as he massaged her neck and shoulders. He suppressed a groan and kissed her shoulder. Soon he had stopped massaging her and had turned her in his arm to capture her mouth with him. Her hands wrapped around his neck as he continued kissing her. Soon he left her mouth and started on her neck and ears. God he wanted her so badly, he could feel himself hardening.

"Katie, I want you." He whispered against the base of her neck. She pulled away to look at him.

"I need a shower, Wood, I'm really dirty." She moved towards her bathroom and he stared at her with a shocked expression; she couldn't do this to him. Just before she disappeared into the bathroom she stopped and look at him.

"Well?" she asked and he looked confused.

"Well, what?"

"Well you look dirty too Wood, aren't you coming?" he smiled before thanking God that he hadn't showered after the match and followed her into the bathroom. Katie had already started the water when he got in and was out of her pants.

"Hurry up," she undid the clasp of her bra and let it fall to the ground then slipping off her underwear and vanishing into the shower. He didn't think he could get his clothes off fast enough but finally did and followed the Gryffindor chaser into the shower. She was beautiful. Standing under the warm spray of water with her eyes closed. Oliver pulled her body flush against his and covered those delicious lips with his own.

"God, you're beautiful." He whispered into her hair, placing his arms around her waist and picked her up. She automatically wrapped her legs around his waist as he pushed her up against the tiled wall of the shower. Then he was roughly kissing her as her hands lost themselves in his hair. He trailed kisses down to her breast then stopped to take her right breast into his hand and squeeze it lightly, pulling a moan from Katie. Oliver moved his figures over her nipple, rubbing it gently. Finally he leant down and took her nipple into his mouth, tasting her. While sucking and flicking his tongue across her right breast he played with her left one; rubbing it like he had the right. He was driving her crazy, he could tell but he continued. He left the breast he was working on for he other one and copied his motions.

"Damn, Wood, I need you." Katie told him as he smiled against her. Even though she had said that she didn't want to do this tonight and they usually took their time with foreplay she couldn't wait any longer. He circled his tongue around her nipple before lifting his head to look at her.

"What was that, Bell?" he asked her with fate innocence in his eye.

"I need you, Wood, inside." She chocked out. Lifting her so that she was in position to receive him, he stopped before entering.

"What's my name, Katie?" he asked her as he watched her.

"Wood," it was automatic, that's what she always called him.

"Wrong answer, what's my name?" he tried again and she snapped her eyes open to look at him.

"Please, Oliver." He pushed himself inside her roughly at her answer and pressed his mouth on hers, eating her scream. She felt amazing; her cunt was hot around his length and he groaned. She hooked her hands around the showerhead for more support as he plunged into her again and she arched her hips some to meet him. Oliver pulled her lips to his, darting his tongue into her mouth; just as he was slamming in and out of her. He grunted in pleasure as he placed his hand on the wet tile on either side of her and thrust into her again roughly. She moaned and cried out with pleasure and he laughed a little.

"Sweet lord," she whispered in his ear as she closed her eyes; she was close to the edge. Oliver plunged into her one more time and she screamed out his name as she flew over the edge, digging into his back and throwing her head back as she came.

"Damn it, Bell." He growled low in his throat as he thrust into her wet, warm heat once more before coming himself; screaming her name as he did. He collapsed against her for a few minutes before she unhooked her legs from around him and he slid out of her before placing her feet on the shower floor. They both moved under the water to clean off and she saw him wince. His back, where she had dug into him drawing blood, stung from the water.

"Sorry," she whispered as she traced his scratches but he pulled away, it hurt.

"Don't worry about it." His voice was as quite as her voice had been. He rinsed off before stepping out and dressing.

She took ten minutes to wash her hair and body before stepping out and slipping into her pajamas, which were black sweats and a black tee shirt that fit her perfectly. She muttered a hair drying charm before shuffling towards the bed and slipping under the covers. She yawned as she thought about Oliver and their little agreement. It had started two years ago when they were in fifth year, at first it was an accident but soon it turned into an every time they win a Quidditch thing and had stayed like that. Since then they had had sex every time they won, and with Harry as their seeker they usually always won. It went no deeper then sex and they were still able to act normally around each other. Most of the time they spent the night together, sometimes they did both either way Katie made sure she wasn't there when he woke up.