I can't believe they think I'm gay. Yeah, it's true that I'm the only girl to play Seeker at Hogwarts since Miss Hooch dueled for the right to play years and years ago. And, yeah, it's true that Gryffindor boys keep challenging me to Quidditch duels and that I fly circles around them and kick Quidditch ass as I defend my place on the reserve team.
Yeah, I'm on the reserve team. I'd be on the regular team if it wasn't for James, who could go professional if he wanted. He's my friend, so I try not to hope too much he'll fall of his broom and give me a chance. As if! He's too good; it'll never happen. You can tell that I'm not playing for glory though, but because I love the game. The reserve teams barely get any attention. Most of our games there's no one in the stands. Well. Except for the Marauders, but they're so rabid about Quidditch, I don't think they count.
But anyway, standing here in this boy's locker room inhaling the sweetsour smell of boys leaning into manhood, pushed almost beyond endurance by a good game, naked and dripping sweat... Whhhoooaaah! Yum.
I can't believe they think I'm gay. I suppose if I told all the other girls how dee-lish the boy's locker room was, I'd have to fight twice as many Quidditch duels, so I guess I'll live with my slightly suspect girl-jock reputation.
However, since I am the only girl on any of the teams, the school has no girl's locker rooms. Most practices and games I use the Hufflepuff boys' locker rooms. I don't tend to use the Ravenclaw locker rooms because they are filled with annoying posters about Quidditch strategy and talking mirrors which constantly list all the Quidditch fouls one should avoid and, for Merlin's sake, if there was ever a game that shouldn't be over-intellectualized it's Quidditch!
So, on those occasions when the Gryffindor Reserves play the Hufflepuff Reserves, I go change in the Slytherin locker rooms. I like the Slytherin locker rooms; they're green and quiet and those hot, sweaty Purebloods smell just as yummy as the hot, sweaty Huffies. ....God, I can't believe they think I'm gay!
Right. Anyway. The Huffies, who are sweet and trusting and chivalrous gave me a key, but the Slytherins ....duh! ...did not. Every time I use the snake rooms, I have to ask a Slytherin to open it for me.
And I usually ask Sev, because he's my lab partner in Potions and he's slightly less of an asshole than the rest of the reptiles. He's well trained now, too. I say, "Is it going to be a long fight ending with Dumbledore giving you a direct order or are you just going to give me the goddamn key right now?" and Sev sneers, hands it to me and says," Back in my hands the second you're done with it or I'll poison your pumpkin juice."
It's a working relationship. Yeah. So you can see why Sev was my first choice for assistance when I had that tit versus bludger problem.
Okay, let me explain...