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There's a good reason that Quidditch players have a reputation for being slutty, Ginny thinks as she slips away from her teammates and doubles back to the broom shed. It's the natural result of bucking around with a broom handle between one's legs and no one can deny that polishing is more fun with company. Everyone does it. She steps inside the shed, closing the door behind her and letting her eyes adjust to the dim light. If she's timed it right then –

"Looking for me?" Cho asks, stepping forward into a beam that's coming through a crack in the wall. Ginny sees sunlight, motes of dust, the dark sheen of Cho's hair and the eagerness in her eyes.

"Just. Fuck, I-"

"I know," Cho says, pressing Ginny against the door as her hand trails down Ginny's thigh and then slides back up, nails pressing through the fabric.

Then Cho's hands are unfastening Ginny's trousers, fingers working their way into Ginny's knickers and her head falls back against the door with a thump. Cho's fingers are moving over her clit, quick and slippery because Ginny is so wet, because she needs this.

"Oh, please," Ginny says, trembling.

Cho drops to her knees, fumbling urgently at clothing until her mouth is between Ginny's legs. Her fingers push inside Ginny, hard and sweet where she needs to be touched, as Cho's tongue flickers over Ginny's clit. Within seconds she is coming, nails scratching against the walls and her body shuddering against Cho's hands.

"More?" Cho asks, looking up, and Ginny debates whether it would be too greedy or overstretching the boundaries of their agreement to accept.

"It was a long practice," says Cho coyly, "so it's only reasonable to be more worked up."

"More would be fantastic," Ginny breaths as Cho drops a kiss against her stomach. "I'll owe you on Thursday."

"Sure," replies Cho, with what feels like a smile against Ginny's skin. "We'll work something out."