This is the second last part of THE PLAYWITCH FIASCO. But depending on how you guys like the final two chapters, I MAY or MAY NOT, do a spin off to this so I am not putting anything in stone. I will say though I am happy at how many of you have embraced this story and have come to like Oliver and Percy, and indeed even Marcus Flint, who I only added on the fly and am amazed at how well he eventually fitted into this and how he has come to grow on the rest of you.

Anyway, here is the next part of THE PLAYWITCH FIASCO. Hope it lives up to the last nine parts. Enjoy !! And a word of warning - this one has some high coarse language and sexual scenes of a slash nature, so if no like, skip and wait until the final chapter. You have been warned !

CHAPTER 10 - LET'S GET IT ON FOR PETE'S SAKE !!

God I'm so hot.

Percy groaned as he moved around in his bed, his hands moving up to wipe his eyes as he tried to remember how he got into bed in one piece, which was a miracle considering how plastered he got the previous night. His killer headache told him as much, along with the burning sensation currently filling his eye sockets as he rubbed the stinging areas with his thumb and forefinger.

And that was when he realised something else. Something wet. And sticky.

And biting along the side of his neck.

" Morning love. Sleep well ?"

What the...

Muscled arms were tightly wrapped around his lithe waistline to pull him up hard against a hard male body as the bites soon turned to kisses along his narrow flesh, stopping only to bite a little on his earlobe before returning to their task. The faint smell of mint cologne and Brute tingled at his nostrils as his companion then began to slowly rotate - no grind - his rather large manhood into his arse, while a rough hand slowly began pulling up the back of his shirt.

" Oliver, what are you..."

Oliver Wood grinned, kissing Percy's neck again. " Picking up where we left off last night on that park bench. You remember aye ?"

Percy frowned as he tried pulling the hand away from his shirt, which seemed to be quite futile when he was then distracted by the other moving currently south down towards his...

Oh shit !

Sleazy sexed filled club. Marcus being sleazy with random bimbo. Oliver In Tight Leather Parts Wood dragging him onto the dance floor and began grinding his Snitch belt buckle into his groin...A moon lit part...More groping and alcohol...and groping...and chuckling...and...and...

Oliver Wood kissed me.

With tongue.

" Oliver, we...ugh...we can't do this !"

Wood seemed to have other ideas though. That free hand made it's way up and under Percy's shirt and now making small circles upon his flat stomach, while his tongue was doing oh so nice things as it began flicking and trailing along the inner shell of his left ear. " You want this Weasley ? Want me to finally give you a ride on my big....long...hard..."

Percy groaned as each word was punctuated with a sharp hump of Oliver's groin into his arse. And damn it if his said arse was beginning to grind back into Wood's motions in turn, as if encouraging the bastard to keep going.

" Wood...we have to...oh god don't do...ah fuck !"

Wood's pinched a tense nipple, chuckling at the response he was getting to his seduction. Like putty in his hand this lad was here. Percy would be after last night. After all these years. Finally.

Percy was limp, withering in his arms as the red haired lad started grinding his round, firm bum up against the crotch of the Keeper's briefs harder but trying in vain to put up some resistance by yanking his left hand from under the shirt. Futile, Wood thought, slowly moving his erect cock against the redhead's upturned bum, almost coming in his pants when he heard the slight gurgle it teased from the back of Percy's throat.

Time to move in and seal the deal. Just gotta pull down the back of his pants and...

" You certainly gettin' something done arent ya Wood !"

Startled Wood released his vice grip on Percy's waist, his gaze landing on the source of the chuckling figure who was leaning against the door frame. It was Marcus of coarse. Clad in a snug pair of black briefs coupled with a smug look he surveyed the now sprawled out redhead on the floor along with the blushing Keeper.

" I, uh, gonna take a shower Oliver. See you later. Marcus."

The Chaser smiled as the bright faced redhead pushed past him and down the hall in sudden search of the shower. Turning his attention back into the bedroom Marcus put up a hand to stop Oliver in his tracks, already the Keeper halfway off the bed and heading in the direction of his would be prey.

" Leave it right there big boy. Uncle Flinty will take care of everything."

Oliver growled. " You interrupted Flint ! I had him right where I wanted him and you just burst in here and..."

" I'm gonna fix it right now. I will, ahem, erect the situation. Much like that nice number you got going there between your thighs."

Blushing the brunette grabbed the corner of the sheets and wrapped it around his waist, eating himself back on the bed as he watched the other Quid-ditch player turn to exit the room.

" And just what are you planning to do to fix this then eh ?"

Marcus smiled before hooking his thumbs on the sides of his briefs and, right in front of a shocked Wood, yanked them right down those broad set of legs and stepped right out them, chuckling when he turned to look over his shoulder at Oliver's face. Standing up straight the cheeky bugger tossed the briefs over his shoulder as he walked out, Oliver having only half the mind to catch them with one hand while trying in vain NOT to look at one very sexy and definitely pert piece of Quidditch player arse.

" Be back in ten. Feel free to sniff those while you jerk off to thoughts of my fantastic arse !"

Oliver gulped.

Just what is he playin' at now ?

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Soap and water. Lots of soap and water. Soap is pure. Soap cleans all. Just don't go anywhere downstairs while THAT thing is full mast damn it ! Fuck ! How did I let him get so bloody close ?!

The redhead turned the water on full and hot as he chucked off his kit and ducked under, making sure the door to the bathroom was double locked and the shower curtain pulled all the way round before stepping right under the spray. Immediately he grabbed the bottle of wash, pouring a liberal amount into his hands and began working it all over his shoulders and arms as the spray pelted hard against his bare skin. He had to think of plausible way to get out of this situation, but what ?

I can't just come out and say, " Hey, Oliver ! Mate ! Good Chum ! Just forget I was virtually jerking off your dick between by barely covered arse cheeks and moaning like a well paid whore and let's be friends ! "

Percy rolled his eyes. Like that was going to happen. What he really needed was a quick way out of the apartment and get somewhere where he could be alone and have time to think about what had just happened.

Percy paused mid stroke, frowning. What was he wanting to happen right now ?

For Oliver to pull open the shower curtain and offer to wash my back ?

He snorted. " Long shot there."

" Depends on what your asking there Weasley."

Percy jumped and turned to see a grinning Marcus Flint, standing there with one hand on his hip and the other holding back the shower curtains to give him and unrestricted view of him in the shower. And, Percy realised as his gaze tried in vain to keep above the waist line, him of a totally starkers former Slytherin Chaser. Quite a bit below there too by the looks of it.

I guess that nickname Python does indeed hold water.

The Chaser chuckled, not making any notion to cover his nude body and instead, much to Percy's horror and perverse sense of sudden spurned lust, stepped into the shower and pulled the curtain behind him. " Care to step out of the way a bit there love ? Need to get nice and slick for the soap and all."

Percy managed to nod, vaguely aware of Marcus hands gently grabbing his lithe hips to shift him more to the side as he moved past and straight under the spray, already one hand reaching out to grab the nearby shower gel to squirt some into his hands and lather up. And all Percy could do was watch.

You idiot ! Say something ! A practical stranger, a Slytherin no less, is invading your very private space ! Tell him to get the fuck out !

And the redhead opened his mouth to do just that, only that the words were completely lost to him when said Chaser began rubbing slow, rough circles along his shoulders and began to move south down his chest and then lower still to his stomach, even though Percy could not see it as Flint still had his back to Percy. And damn it if Percy could not help but look at how sculpted that back was, how the muscled just seemed to stand out as the small trickles of hot water danced along the broad back and down further, to the slight downward dip of his tail bone before...

Percy pulled his gaze away, not daring to look any lower and instead kept it right on the floor below him and only at the water swirling around the drain hole as he started up lathering himself again. If he looked any further he was liable to get an eyeful of Marcus Flint's arse, and if it was anything like a certain other Quidditch player's one that he knew of he was not going to get rid of this erection any time soon. It was just so...disconcerting how at ease Flint was with this. At being completely naked and in the shower and with a former school mate who Percy thought he had still hated as he did when they first went to Hogwarts all those years ago.

" Hey Weasley ! Care to help a bloke out here ?"

Oh great.

Percy slowly looked up from the tiles to see Flint looking over his shoulder, grinning at him with his thick black hair at all angles and a certain look in his eye the redhead could not quite place. " What is it ?"

" I don't mind you admiring my arse there, but I think you need to pay the admission fee before I turn around and give you the main attraction."

Percy swallowed. Hard. " And...um...what would that be exactly."

" I want ya to shampoo my hair while I wash my cock and balls. Can ya manage that ?"

Percy quickly nodded, just wanting to get this over more than anything else and have his alone time to himself once again. Trying to block out a snickering Flint as he turned back to his own washing task Percy scuffled up a bit to retrieve the bottle of shampoo from around in front of Flint, a task made more embarrassing by the fact that he had to come up flush against the very hard, round arse of Marcus Flint to do so. Which meant he unintentionally brushed a firm left cheek with his cock that made Flint chuckle.

" Careful there mate. My arse if off limits to the likes of you so keep Percy junior there in check ?"

" Piss off Flint," Percy snapped, finally grabbing the bottle of shampoo and quickly flicked it open while holding it over the Chaser's head, pouring a thick stream of light blue liquid down onto it. " I'm only doing this because I want you out of here and out of my flat."

The Chaser just laughed, still paying close attention downstairs with both hands it seemed. " And it has nothing to want to get up close and personal with a high profile Quidditch player's bum by any chance ?"

Percy scoffed, now using both hands to work a thick lather into the wild locks of the other man, somewhat surprised at how soft they were.

But nowhere near as soft and fine as Oliver's. And Oliver's arse is much more pert and round that Flint's by miles ! You could bite and spank it for days I reckon. Not that I'd get the chance to.

" You like what you see in front of you Weasley ?"

Percy stopped mid scrunch. " Pardon ?"

" Me being naked in front of you ?" Marcus stated, turning his head around to peer back at Percy, still smiling broadly. " Does the sight of my well trained body and firm round arse do anything for you ?"

Although Percy didn't say anything he knew the blush rising to the surface of his cheeks would say as much, and the other lad's louder laugh was confirmation of that.

" So you are getting turning on by a fit male right now correct ?"

" I...I guess so, yeah. So what's it to you then ?"

He knew his tone was bordering on accusing, but at the moment Percy felt as naked as, well, he was right now there, in the shower, with a man who at school lived to ridicule him at every chance made available. He expected a cutting remark or, worse, a sharp punch to the gut before being slammed up against the nearby wall and forced to do god knew what, but what happened next was not what he expected at all.

" Then why am I here and not Wood ?"

Percy blinked. " What do you..."

Moving his hands up to still Percy's motions in his hair Marcus slowly turned around to face his shower companion face to face. The look the dark haired man was giving him though was not one of sarcasm or biting humiliation as he had feared, but something else. " Why are you making this so difficult ? Much more than it needs to be ?"

Percy blinked again, this time faster. This was getting just weird now.

" I'm not sure what you are talking about ?"

Marcus rolled his eyes before, much to his own amusement it seemed, reached his hands up to place them firmly on Percy's shoulders, pulling him closer though not breaking eye contact. " You admit you are attracted to a fit male body, yet when someone who has been living here for nearly a week has been parading it right in front of you like a god damned Peacock you don't want to bite ? "

" What are you implying exactly Flint ? If you are coming on to me, then I must protest that..." WHACK ! " Fuck Flint ! Why'd you do that for ?"

Percy rubbed the side of his head gingerly, having just been slapped not to lightl from a rough backhand from Flint.

" For someone who supposedly got the highest marks in our year upon graduation you are a real dim prick of a bloke if I've ever known one ! No wonder Wood's getting at the end of his tether with you !"

" I just don't want to be..."

" What more do you need to know Weasley ?" Marcus asked, hands on his hips and looking like he was going to punch him square in the jaw. " He bloody kissed you and groped your crotch on a park bench last night and this morning you were spooning your bum against his cock like a bitch in need of a good rough shag !"

Percy could only stare at the angry looking lad, mouth agape but no words coming forth to mount a return argument. Simply because there was none to be had. And Flint, judging by the way he seemed to be peering right through to his deepest thought and feelings right there and then, knew it.

Marcus sighed heavily, staring at Percy for a minute before speaking again.

" You cannot have it both ways with Wood Weasley. It is either one or the other and pretty soon you're gonna have to make a choice."

That made Percy's ears prick up. " What are you on about ?"

Marcus glowered. " Still so fucking stupid. You think that Wood is gonna just wait around for you once he moves back to his apartment ? Gonna wait around for a pansy scared shitless Weasley to finally make a choice between cunt and cock ?"

Percy growled, stepping back slightly. " There is no need for crudeness Flint."

" And sometimes there is a need for bluntness when dealing with a situation, and this calls for it."

" And what exactly do you...Fuck!"

Percy was slammed against the far wall body to body with Flint. A well muscled arm pressing against his chest to hold him in place while another moved a free hand down to suddenly grasp his erection in a tight, vice like grip. " Who do you want here doing this ? Me ? Penelope ? Wood perhaps ?"

" Your...not making ...ugh...sense..." Percy gasped, struggling to pull away but left groaning instead as Marcus began pumping, a slow torture from the waist down that he somehow did not want to be stopped.

Flint merely grunted, increased the pressure on the slick, solid muscle between his hand as he leaned in close to whisper in the redhead's ear. " Answer the question. Me, Clearwater or Wood ?"

" I...ugh...want...ah fuck...Wood."

Marcus grinned, adding two strokes in sudden succession. " You sure about that ? You want Oliver Wood ?"

Percy glowered.

" Yes damn it ! Now are you gonna finish me off or what ?"

Incredibly, Marcus just shook his head and, almost as quickly as it had happened, released Percy before turned around and straight back under the spray to leave a bewildered and frustratingly still hard Weasley in his wake. " Then get to it then. Go see Wood and get it taken care of."

" You can't be serious ! I can't go out there looking like this !"

The brunette looked over his shoulder. " Considering the amount of bumbling I had to put up with, I'd think a straight forward approach of confessing your undying love for Hoop Boy is in order. And," Flint winked. " Nothing says I want you more that a good firm morning wood. Kind of fitting when you think about it eh ?"

Got no choice now. He's got me all figured out.

Percy grunted, nodding his head as he turned around to exit the small cubicle. At least now he was getting away from Mr Prick Tease himself and hopefully into safer territory with Oliver Wood.

" Oh, and Weasley ?"

" What ?"

In the corner of his eye he saw Marcus had turned around again, watching him intently. He could almost could see the sincerity there despite him not wanting to even see it at all.

" Good luck. And cheers for the hair scrub."

Despite himself, Percy rolled his eyes. " No problem."

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" So he basically ambushed you in bed, then you were nearly given a handjob by that fucking hot Chaser Flint in the shower ?"

Penelope could only gape in astonishment at Percy's head in the fire place at her office. Honestly, some people had all the luck she thought.

" Just spare me all right ! I'm confused as it is !"

" Not to mention being lucky. So what are you gonna do ?"

This time it was the Percy Head that was gaping at her. " What do you mean, what will I do ? I'm just gonna sit tight and wait it out till Oliver leaves and then go from there."

" Oh fuck no !" Penelope exclaimed, throwing herself back into her large office chair as a hand moved over her eyes and began to methodically rub them while she spoke. " You have to take the bull by the horns here for once ! Aren't you even curious to see if Flint is right about Oliver wanting you ? And you wanting him ?"

Percy snorted. " Hardly. Flint is just playing around with me, getting off on being a prick tease like he was at school."

" Or maybe he is right and your just too scared to admit it perhaps ?"

The blonde haired witched sighed. God she wanted sleep so badly right now. It was still a couple more days till she could get back home and back to her and Percy's flat and already there was too much drama happening.

" Look, you just caught me at the end of a really fucked up meeting and no sleep for the past twenty three hours so I'm gonna make it really simple Quill Boy."

" And what, pray tell, is it you have to say ?"

" Grow a pair and dive in. Who knows, you might find something that was there all along."

Percy frowned. " What are you on ab..."

" Oh, sorry hon. Gotta wrap this up. A meeting's in five and I gotta go !"

" But...but...I need your..."

" Goodbye sweet cheeks ! Kisses !"

" PENELOPE !"

With a flick of her wand the Floo Fire extinguished itself, and as the fair haired woman leaned back into her chair and sighed she could not stop the huge grin that was beginning to spread across her face, nor the feeling of impending accomplishment brim within herself.

We may actually have done it. All three of us have finally made him see it.

" I just hope they take pictures for me," Penelope smiled.

Though film would be much, much better. Especially for DVD opportunities.

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Percy stared in shock at the extinguished fire place in his living room.

She just left me ! Left me hanging with nowhere else to go ! Bitch !

But that's not true. She did tell you where to go in a round about sort of way, and that is straight into Wood's arms.

Percy was not stupid after all. He knew what Penelope, and before that what Marcus was trying to push into his mind all that time with their words and thinly veiled innuendoes. But still, even now as he was waiting for Wood and Marcus to come out of the bathroom and on their way to meet up with some of Wood's mates for lunch, doubt clouded his usually impeccable judgement.

I want Wood. I know it. He knows it. Penelope knows it. Marcus knows it. Even fucking Dumbledore would know it !

The former head boy of Hogwarts grunted, frustration etched all over his face as he slumped into the high chair, frowning up at the ceiling above and for a while wishing he could grab the nearest broom in the house and just fly far, far away before his mates joined him. Just to be anywhere, and indeed with anyone, that the two blokes currently heard arguing down the hallway.

Then why can't I just let go and let him know how I feel ?

Time was ticking away. And Percy knew, there and then, that the bell would soon toll for himself and Oliver's chance if did not act soon. The problem was though, as the redhead knew, was much deeper that a simple fuck or one night stand to him. No. More that that.

How can I just be...

Me ?

TBC...