What Happens in the Changing Room...

James leaned back in the rickety chair, a small grin playing about his mouth. He turned the Quidditch Cup so that it shone in the shaft of sunlight that came through the skylight. He'd once overheard one of his mother's former teammates muse that winning was the most effective aphrodisiac in the world. From the state of his cock, she had been right. 'Might as well take advantage of the prefects' bathroom one more time,' he murmured, adjusting his trousers. The prefects' bath locked once someone entered it, giving them an almost unheard-of amount of privacy at Hogwarts, and only allowed one person in at a time. More than once, James had availed himself of its perks, just so he could have a good wank without the need to keep quiet or cast every charm known to wizardkind to muffle the sounds that escaped his lips. 'Then again,' James muttered, glancing around the deserted changing room, 'now is as good a time as any...' The party in the Gryffindor common room wouldn't start until after dinner, and it was only three in the afternoon. Nobody would come looking for him unless he missed dinner. And James didn't plan on missing dinner. With a surreptitious look over his shoulder, James quickly stripped off the scarlet jumper of his Quidditch uniform and dropped it on the scarred desk. They kept towels in the changing rooms, in case of foul weather, so with a flick of his wand he brought one to the desk. James slid down a bit until he all but sprawled in the chair, legs splayed apart. One more glance assured him he was alone, and then he eased the zipper of his trousers down. One hand slipped into his boxers, freeing his erection. 'Ohhhhhh,' he sighed, in both pleasure and relief, wrapping his fingers around the shaft.

'Aren't you coming back up to the castle?' James started and peered into space that separated the girls' changing room from the boys'. Maya leaned against the doorframe of the alcove that served as the captain's office, arms crossed over her chest. He lurched for his jumper, but Maya snorted, 'It's not as if I haven't seen you with most of your kit off.' She crossed to the desk and perched on the edge in front of James. 'Don't stop on my account.'

'Or maybe you could lend a bloke a hand,' James suggested huskily.

'I could do,' Maya agreed, working on the buttons of her blouse. She shrugged it off her shoulders and let it fall to the desk before she unfastened her bra with a practiced flick of her fingers. She slipped the straps off her shoulders and dropped it on the desk as well.

The corner of James' mouth curved up, and he resumed his desultory stokes over his hard cock. 'That's rather fetching scenery,' he told Maya.

'It gets better,' Maya murmured, slowly pulling down the zipper of her skirt. After a wriggle or two, it slithered to the floor. James' mouth dropped open, and his hand stilled. Maya stood before him wearing nothing but a smirk.

'Oh, Christ, Maya,' James groaned. 'Are you trying to kill me?'

'Not especially.' Maya tossed her hair over her shoulder and pulled James' discarded jumper across the desk, arranging it carefully before she hoisted herself to sit on the desk. 'Don't want splinters in my arse,' she murmured. 'Besides, if I killed you, it would put quite the damper on my afternoon.'

James' mouth went dry. 'I daresay it would.' He leaned forward, pressing a kiss to her bare knee, just tantalizingly under his nose. James nuzzled the soft skin of her inner thigh, before bracing his hands on either side of Maya's hips and rising to his feet. He impatiently shoved his trousers down and kicked them off, cursing when his feet tangled in the fabric. Maya took matters into her own hands and wrapped one leg, then the other around James' waist.

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James' eyes flew open and he stifled a gasp. He carefully eased himself from the bed, taking care to not wake the woman next to him. James padded into the kitchen and picked up a glass from the drainboard, filling it with water from the tap. He blew out a long breath, glancing back at the partially-closed bedroom door. He took a moment to rearrange his constricting boxers and slowly returned to the bedroom, leaning against the doorframe. It was just a dream, he thought, staring at the woman in his bed.

She wasn't Maya.

He hadn't seen, nor heard from, Maya in nearly three years.

Maya had left England nearly as soon as they had finished Hogwarts, and gone to Argentina to take a job with Gringotts there. Even now, he had to push back the hurt and confusion. Stop it, he commanded himself savagely. It's done and there's no point in looking back. No matter how often he reminded himself his relationship with Maya was over, his thoughts turned to the memory of her. The scent of her shampoo. The way she liked to take her tea, with lots of milk and lemon. Her prickly sense of humor. The taste of her body.

He'd met Ivy a year after Maya had left. Ivy had been in Hufflepuff, a year ahead of James. He hadn't really known her at school. She was nice enough, and got on reasonably well with his family, but... James froze as Ivy shifted in her sleep. He heaved a quiet sigh. It was beyond rare for Ivy to spend the night in his flat. He spent the night at her flat even less. In fact, James could have counted on both hands how often he or Ivy had spent the night at each other's flat. It wasn't that he couldn't share a bed with Ivy, but...

James lifted the glass to his mouth and drained it in a few gulps. He tiptoed into the bedroom, and noiselessly plucked his wand from the bedside table. Once safely inside the bathroom, James took a deep breath and began to cast every spell he knew that would soundproof the room. The final charm locked the door, so that even Alohamora wouldn't work. It was almost unnecessary, really. Ivy could sleep through an earthquake.

He twisted the taps, adjusting the water to his preferred temperature, then slid the boxers over his hips, letting them fall to his feet. James kicked them into a corner and stepped under the warm spray.

James braced one arm against the tiled wall and let his other hand trail down his stomach and wrap around his cock, letting his mind wander as he began to lightly stroke himself. As usual, his fantasies were not of Ivy, but of Maya.

He let himself recall the way her nipples had pebbled under his tongue that long ago afternoon at his parents' house. He could even remember feeling her body tighten around his fingers when she came.

James' eyes closed, pulling the dream from the mists of his memory. That particular event had never happened, aside from winning the Quidditch Cup. There had been others. There had been the evening after dinner, a few weeks before their N.E.W.T.s, in the library.

They were studying for their exams, when James casually laid a hand on Maya's knee. As it was a Sunday, they weren't in their school uniforms, and in deference to the warmth, Maya didn't wear tights under her skirt. Ergo, her legs were bare. He'd slowly slid his fingers up her thigh, grazing over the dampness that appeared on her knickers. She'd inhaled sharply and bit her lower lip, but kept her eyes glued to her History notes. There was no other indication that James was having any sort of effect on her state of her knickers.

And so it had continued, the slow, tortuous strokes of his fingers from knee to the apex of Maya's thighs until she'd whispered, 'Enough!' She picked her bag up from the floor and stuffed her notes into it. 'Come on!' He'd followed suit, and let her tow him down a corridor to an unused teacher's office. Breathing heavily, Maya slashed her wand at the door, and it flew open. Once inside, she repeated the gesture, and the heavy door closed and locked behind them. 'Can't use Alohamora on that door,' she crowed. It had taken her weeks to cast it properly.

James glanced around the room. It seemed to have been closed up for ages. Shards of porcelain plates littered the floor in one corner. He squinted at one, sure there was an ugly kitten on it. 'Where are we?'

'Somewhere where we most likely won't be disturbed.' Maya toed her shoes off and reached under her skirt to tug off her knickers. 'So you can finish what you started.' She dropped her knickers and slid back onto the large desk. James grinned, yanking the t-shirt he wore over his head, carelessly discarding it. He dropped into the heavily padded chair behind the desk, and grasped Maya's ankles in his hands, turning her so she faced him. James pushed the hem of her skirt over her thighs and lowered his head between them.

James groaned, tightening his grip on his erection, and increased the pace of his fist. The sound of his harsh pants filled the room. 'So... close...' he ground out. Close but not close enough, he thought, as a low moan slipped through his clenched teeth.

Maya writhed under the onslaught of his tongue and fingers. He used the tip of his tongue to first trace the letters of the alphabet, then he began to write random spells, herbs, and random Ancient Rune symbols, all the while slowly, teasingly sliding his fingers in and out of her. She went rigid, her back arcing, as a gurgling moan reached James' ears. He reached down to unfasten his jeans, freeing his straining cock. He sighed in relief, and leaned back in the chair, licking his lips. Maya lay back on the desk, thighs splayed apart, breathing heavily. James ran the tips of his fingers over Maya's shins. 'Have I finished to your satisfaction?' he inquired smugly. Maya waved a hand weakly in his direction. James chuckled, and leaned forward, his lips brushing over Maya's sensitive flesh. 'Don't say I leave a job half-finished,' he breathed, just before his tongue caressed her. Maya gasped, her fingers twining in James' hair. Truth be told, James enjoyed this nearly as much as he did being on the receiving end of Maya's ministrations. He lightly swept his tongue over her, teasing just one more orgasm from her. He felt the eddies of it and stilled, resting his cheek against Maya's thigh, saying nothing until her breath had slowed.

'Your turn,' Maya murmured.

'I'm all right,' James protested mildly. His cock twitched in indignation at the obvious lie.

'Switch places,' Maya said, sitting up with a satiated sigh. 'One good turn deserves another. That floor doesn't look comfortable, and I'm not wrecking my knees for this.'

James pulled off his trainers and pushed himself to his feet, shoving his jeans and boxers off in one motion. 'More like several good turns,' he responded cheekily. He took Maya's place on the desk, while she slid bonelessly into the chair. Maya gently touched him, making James bite back a whimper. 'Oh, God,' he breathed. 'Won't take long.' Maya's lips slid over the tip of his cock. James inhaled sharply, one hand lightly cupping the back of her head.

James grunted, his eyes squeezed shut as he came. 'Maya...' He breathed heavily through his nose, willing his breaths to slow to something a bit more normal. He blinked until the wall under his nose came into focus. James languidly reached for the facecloth and soap. He gave himself a quick wash, admitting for the first time that it wasn't Ivy he made love to. It never was. It was Maya. Always Maya.

James shut off the taps and reached for a towel. He carefully dried himself, drawing out the process as much as possible. He donned his discarded boxers and retrieved his wand from the counter. James removed the charms and opened the door. He crept back into his bedroom, and slipped back into the bed. He looked down at Ivy, sleeping soundly next to him. In this moment James hated himself. He felt as if he had led Ivy on for two years. And I'm practically cheating on her with a memory, he thought miserably, burrowing into his pillow.

With Maya's name lingering on his lips, James knew in that moment he would have to end it with Ivy.

He glanced down at Ivy, and whispered, 'It's really not you. It never was. It was me.'