Harry's Bucket ListBy: FlightOfFancy59 After learning the truth about the prophecy, Harry comes to a single conclusion: He is most definitely going to die. Well, if he's going out, then Merlin be damned, he'd go out living his life to the fullest. And what better way to do that than by charming the knickers off of every girl who caught his fancy? Hogwarts isn't ready for a Boy-Who-Lived with a death wish.Rated: Fiction M - English - Romance - [Harry P., Hermione G., Lavender B., N. Tonks] - Chapters: 22 - Words: 104,751 - Reviews: 76 - Favs: 714 - Follows: 909 - Updated: May 6 - Published: Aug 30, 2024 - id: 14387680
Chapter 1: Prologue - Death On The Horizon
Prologue - Death On The Horizon
Summer in Little Whinging was, by all accounts, just as boring as the neighbourhood itself. The chirping of the birds was flat and lifeless. The flower gardens that grew in front of every pristine, square house were uniform and bland. And the people themselves were… well let's just say Harry would rather sit through a ten-hour-long lecture courtesy of Professor Binns than have a single conversation with the people of Little Whinging.
By all accounts, it was the perfect place for his relatives. It was no wonder why he always hated it.
Having your death practically guaranteed by world-deciding prophecy put a lot of things into perspective for Harry. Before, he had been content to simply go with the flow. Follow the lead of others and generally not try to cause too much ruckus. In his mind, if he stuck to the path laid out for him then things would turn out semi-okay, right?
God was he a fucking idiot.
He could see that now. The actions he thought were his at the time were nothing more than the choices others made for him. Perhaps they had his best interests in mind, that he had little doubt of, but in the end, no one, not Dumbledore, McGonagall, or even Sirius, had stopped to ask him what HE wanted. A fact he found annoyed him a great deal.
But you know what? It's alright. Live and learn and all that. Or in his case live while you can. Something he fully intended to do while he had the chance.
It started with the Dursleys. Uncle Vernon had been less than pleased to be reprimanded by a group of so-called 'freaks'. Despite the Order's intentions, they really hadn't helped things when they told the walrus-shaped man to leave him alone. If Harry didn't have a death-predicting prophecy hanging over his head perhaps he would have let the man rage on. Perhaps endure a few weeks of harsh chores as punishment and leave it as that.
As it was, Harry decided he didn't want to do that at all.
With Fudge resigned and Voldemort now officially out in the open, Harry found there was pretty much nothing the new ministry leadership wouldn't let him get away with. Magic outside of Hogwarts was now a non-issue, as was transfiguring his uncle's mouth into a pair of testicles it seemed.
Since that day his relatives avoided him like the plague and vice versa. With liberal use of magic, Harry's been able to avoid his Order guard for the most part. Coming and going as he pleased suited Harry far more than being cooped up in his depressing bedroom. It allowed him the space to think and process everything.
He missed Sirius, dearly, though the guilt he felt before didn't weigh on him as much. Throughout the summer he worked hard on coming to terms with the man's death. One thing he realized was what he missed was the idea of Sirius, of what he represented. Sirius Black was his godfather, one of the last shreds of his parents Harry had left, and now that he was dead so too was that link to Harry's parents.
He had no doubt that he loved Sirius, but did he even really know the man? They had spent, what? A few weeks together? A month tops between the years? It was devastating to Harry that he would never get the chance to know the man his parents trusted so much, a man who so willingly died for him.
Perhaps he should be grateful for Sirius's sacrifice and choose to fight so that the man didn't die in vain. But really, what was the fucking point of that?
Harry sighed to himself. Perfect, another evening ruined by his own shitty thoughts. He took a long draw of his cigarette, courtesy of the shop down the street that he stole the pack from. He supposed he should feel bad for stealing, but then again the shop owner was a bit of a cunt who used to turn a blind eye to Dudley's game of 'Harry Hunting'.
Around this time he usually liked to sit outside, intent on enjoying the warm summer air while confined to this abysmal neighbourhood. It wasn't all bad truth be told. Over the last few weeks, between processing the prophecy and Sirius's death, Harry had been living his life to the fullest. It wasn't uncommon for him to leave Little Whinging for a few days at a time, travelling to London or other smaller cities in search of entertainment.
Clubs, bars, really any place he could get into with a simple Notice-Me-Not charm that served a good time via strong liquor, music, and more importantly, women.
The first time he explored the nightlife of London he was caught off guard by just how many absolutely stunning women were out and about, scantily clad in dresses, skirts, and crop tops that showed off everything . What's more is the fact that many of those bombshells he stared at were also staring back at him.
Harry didn't remember much about that first night out. Only that, after one too many whiskey sours, he was suddenly tongue-deep inside an incredibly cute blonde's mouth while she ground her hips against his on the dancefloor. He was sure she told him her name at some point, but for the life of him, he couldn't remember it even now. But he'd never forget how amazing her lips felt against his. How her mouth tasted of cheap liquor and vanilla lipgloss. And the sheer erotic way she'd moan his name as he explored every inch of her mouth.
He never saw her again after that night, much to his disappointment. She probably gave him her number but Harry, in his drunken state, must've misplaced it. Either way it didn't matter. That night he got a taste of the other sex, and he was addicted .
In the last few weeks alone, Harry had gone home with at least a dozen different women. From young 20-something college girls looking for a good time to older women in their 40s who just want to feel young again, Harry's had experiences with them all. His favourite by far was his first.
Her name was Cammi, a 24-year-old receptionist at a London temp agency. She went to the club that night because she'd broken up with her douchebag ex-boyfriend a few days prior and was looking to drown her sorrows either with liquor or sex. Lucky for her, Harry had been more than willing to provide the latter.
~A Few Weeks Prior~
Harry threw back another shot of vodka with a grimace. Whoever said that the taste of alcohol would grow on you was a fucking idiot in his opinion. Regardless, the burning of his throat was soon soothed by the pleasant buzz of the alcohol's effects.
"Either you're celebrating or trying really hard to forget something." A teasing voice sounded from his left.
Harry turned and was greeted by the sight of a very pretty raven-haired girl smirking back at him. She was clad in a thin white tube top beneath a denim jacket. Her black leather skirt was so short that Harry was able to see every inch of her rich creamy thighs. Tattoos were scattered across her legs, stomach, and cleavage, indirectly drawing Harry's eyes to the large swell of her breasts.
"You know my eyes are up here." She said with a knowing look.
Harry tore his eyes away from her chest and quickly stammered out an apology. "S-sorry!"
The woman giggled, her white teeth gleaming under the neon lights of the club. "You're cute but you never answered my question. Celebrating or forgetting?"
"Oh right. Well… both I suppose." He shrugged. "What about you?"
She laughed and took a sip of her cocktail. "Forgetting. Definitely forgetting." She took another sip, finishing the rest of her drink quickly.
Harry looked at her with interest, his eyes making one more quick pass up and down her body, and felt his mind settle with a resolve. Gryffindors charged ahead right?
"Don't suppose you'll let me buy you a drink then? Another round might help us both forget." He asked with as much confidence as he could muster.
The raven-haired woman eyed him for a moment as if she were inspecting him. Finally a small smile broke out across her face and she nodded. "That sounds lovely. I'm Camilla by the way, but everyone calls me Cammi."
"Harry." He replied, waving the bartender down.
~Present Day~
It took only two rounds of drinks before Cammi pulled him from the bar and onto the dance floor. They spent the night moving against one another, dancing and grinding in a not-so-subtle attempt to explore each other's bodies. She found the noises he made amusing every time she pressed her round fat arse directly into his groin. Harry found it fucking incredible. The feel of his cock pressed into her soft bubbly bum stirred something within him and soon enough he had Cammi pressed up against the back wall of the club as he dominated her mouth with his tongue.
After that, the rest of the night passed in a blur. Between the drinks, Cammi's hot wet mouth, and his raging arousal, Harry found himself being dragged into her apartment shortly after midnight. He barely remembered stepping through the door, only that he came too while balls deep inside the tattooed vixen's wonderfully tight snatch.
That night Harry found out what it was like to truly be with a woman. To hear her scream your name while she quivers around your cock. To have her beg for more, pleading for you to fuck her harder and harder. He experienced it all that night, and so much more.
From that night on Harry decided that he'd spend what little time he had left on this plane of existence enjoying the paradise that was a woman's body. Something Cammi was only too happy to indulge him in.
"Hey hot stuff. Coming back to bed?" A voice said from the balcony door.
'Speak of the devil.' Harry smirked. "Yeah, I'll be right there." He took one last drag from his cigarette before vanishing it with a quick pulse of wandless magic.
As luck would have it, Cammi also lived in Little Whinging. Well, technically Upper Whinging, but still close enough for Harry to take a bus over to her flat most evenings.
He entered through the glass balcony door. Cammi's bedroom greeted him, the familiar piles of clothes dotting the floor and old boy band posters sprawled across the wall. Cammi herself was sprawled out on the bed, clad in nothing more than a pair of velvet red knickers. Her full round breasts were in full view. Harry didn't even bother to hide he was staring as he approached. After all of the depraved and kinky things they've done to each other, staring at her tits was borderline mundane.
The raven-haired beauty hummed absentmindedly to herself as she flipped through channels on the telly, a cigarette of her own poised daintily between her fingers.
"You know I've already said you can smoke inside." She said without looking up.
Harry laughed and eased onto the bed, throwing an arm haphazardly over her shoulder. "I enjoy the night air. S'refreshing."
Cammi snorted. "Whatever weirdo." Sighing, she threw the remote to the side and snuffed out her cigarette before leaning into him. "Can't believe you're actually leaving tomorrow."
"Haven't got a choice. It's a-"
"Boarding school yeah yeah. You told me. Though I'm still a bit miffed you waited until after we hooked up to tell me you were a bloody student." She groaned.
Harry smirked and brought his hand up to teasingly cup one of her voluptuous breasts. "You certainly weren't complaining earlier."
She gasped softly in his ear but swatted his hand away. "Prat." She said breathlessly. "I'm serious though. I finally find a halfway decent bloke and he suddenly has to swan off to some posh boarding school across the country! One that doesn't even have a bloody phone! I mean honestly! Is this place stuck in the 1800s?!"
Harry laughed at her unintentional irony. Oh if only she knew how right she was…
"We can still write. Plus I'll be back around for Christmas."
"So I have to wait four months to get laid again. Yay me." She groused.
Harry rolled his eyes. "The way I see it, we still have all night together." He slid his hand down across her stomach, ending dangerously close to her womanhood. "So do you want to keep pouting or make most of the time we have left?"
Cammi bit her lip before slowly spreading her legs apart. Harry smirked and dipped his hand lower, easily slipping under her thin red-lace panties. The moistened lips of her cunt met his fingers. The brunette gasped softly and buried her head into his chest at the contact.
He ran a finger up and down her wet slit teasingly, enjoying the cute little mewls and whimpers Cammi let out each time he brushed against her clit. Circling her opening, he pushed two digits inside her tight snatch with absolutely zero resistance. Her hot, wet pussy allowed him entrance eagerly. She clawed at his bare chest with a hiss as he sank his fingers even deeper inside. Each time he drew back, Harry would ground the pad of his hand into her clit just enough to drive the tattooed minx wild.
"You're so fucking wet Cams." He murmured in her ear. "All this just from my fingers. You really are my needy little slut aren't you?"
Cammi threw her head back and gasped loudly. Her hips bucked against his hand as her pussy grew even wetter with arousal.
"Fuck yes you are. I bet you'd like nothing more than for me to bend you over right now and pound this tight little pussy of yours until you're screaming my name." He growled.
"Oh fuck yessssss!" She moaned. Cammi squirmed against his chest as he increased his pace. Her sloppy wet folds were gripping him tighter and tighter, signalling her first climax was right on the cusp of erupting.
Harry smirked and reached up to roughly knead one of her giant tits. At first, he had found the whole dirty talk thing a little awkward, but after seeing how much Cammi loved it, he found himself whispering all sorts of depraved things into her ear each time they shagged.
"Then what are you waiting for, slut ?" He pulled his fingers free from her folds without another word. Cammi groaned loudly in disappointment, her legs twitching heavily as her impending orgasm was stonewalled just as she was about to tip over the edge. She didn't complain though. Instead, the buxom woman sat up and quickly yanked off her soaked knickers, throwing them to the side without a care.
Cammi bent forward on her knees, raising her shapely ass into the air and giving him a perfect view of her two enticing holes. Harry's hands ghosted over her ass, giving each cheek a firm squeeze before he ran his thumb pointedly over her wrinkled backdoor.
"Mmm~ You haven't given me a good buggering in a while. Planning to change that?" Cammi said huskily as she threw a lecherous grin over her shoulder.
Harry responded with a firm slap to her bubbly asscheek. "You'll have to earn it first."
Cammi moaned and threw her ass back purposefully into his cock. Her large round globes gripped his cock, smearing the underside of his shaft with her slick juices. Harry took hold of her ass and spread it apart. He lined the tip of his cock up with her dripping entrance.
With a single thrust, he slammed himself deep inside her sweltering core until his hips smacked against her ass and balls slapped her clit. Cammi gripped the wrinkled sheets of her bed with an iron grip and buried her face into the mattress. A muffled scream of ecstasy sounded from her lips, drowned out by the thunderous sound of Harry pounding away against her fat ass.
The sight of a woman's ass jiggling as he fucked her was always Harry's favourite. Every woman he's been with, whether petite, curvy, or like Cammi herself, absolutely stacked , Harry loved taking them from behind for that one reason alone. Cammi's own was a particularly erotic sight. The tattoos on her arms and legs were eye-catching, but the one on her ass made Harry's ego soar.
On her lower back was a bright red flaming phoenix, its wings spread wide with its tail trailing down and curving around her left ass cheek. The tail ended with a swoop, forming a quite obvious cursive H and P. The sexy vixen had gotten the tattoo after Harry had jokingly mentioned how hot it would be to have his initials on her bum. Next thing he knew, they were in a tattoo shop looking a pictures of phoenixes.
The sex they had that night was mind-blowing, almost as mind-blowing as it was right now.
He groaned and gripped her waist in a tight grasp, using it as leverage to pound into the girl's velvety pussy relentlessly. Cammi screamed under him, her back arching as she threw her head back in abject ecstasy. Already she's hit her peak twice, with a third coming up just as fast. An interesting fact about her, Harry found, was that the more she came, the louder she grew.
"Oh fuck! OH FUCK! OHHHHHHHH! OH DON'T STOP!" She cried, her nails clawing at the sheets in an effort to ground herself. "PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE DON'T STOAHHHHHH!"
She spasmed against the mattress, her body convulsing with climax as Harry hammered into her from behind. The grip of her pussy tightened almost impossibly, almost bringing Harry to his own end.
"YES! YES! OH FUCK! Y-You're fucking splitting me apart!" Cammi wailed. "More! Harder! Please daddy!"
Harry grunted and fell forward, pushing her into the bed as his hips pounded into her from above. She always used kinky names like that when she was about to cum the hardest, and Harry wasn't very far behind her. Gritting his teeth, he pushed his hips even faster, ignoring the burning in his lungs as the exertion turned his breathing ragged.
"OH F-FU-FUCK! I'M CUMMING!" Cammi screamed.
He felt it then, a large gush of warmth spray against his groin as the buxom woman squirted around his cock. It was too much for Harry. With a strained groan he finally unleashed his load, erupting deep inside of Cammi's soaked cunt. The raven-haired vixen moaned happily as he painted her inner walls with cum. Yet neither were anything close to being satisfied.
As soon as he released the last drop inside her cunt and rolled off of her, Cammi sat up in a flash. The tattooed babe descended quickly, wrapping her mouth around his spent cock with a husky moan. She sucked him fast and relentlessly, bobbing her head up and down his length with loud slurps. Within moments, Harry's cock was standing back at full attention, ready for more.
Cammi gave the tip one last hard suck before pulling back with a gasp. She swung her leg over his waist while lining the head of his cock up with her used entrance. They moaned in unison as she sheathed herself on his member, the oversensitive nature of their sexes making the pleasure almost unbearable.
"Yesss daddy~" She hissed. "If you're leaving tomorrow then I'll ensure all you can think about while you're gone is me!" Cammi began to rock her hips back and forth, grinding herself on his cock. "Oh fuck! I don't care how many schoolgirl sluts you fuck, I want you to be thinking of MY pussy every time you're ruining their slutty little cunts! God YES!" She started to move faster, switching from rocking her hips back and forth to bouncing furiously on his cock. Her nails raked across his chest, breaking the skin slightly and leaving pinpricks of blood behind
"Fuck Cams!" He hissed. "You really are a brat."
Cammi panted with exertion, her hips working overtime to bounce furiously on his cock. Her giant tits were jiggling wildly from the force of her work, rippling up and down enticingly.
"Oooohhhh! Yes, you're fucking brat. I'm your slutty little brat now punish me daddy please~"
Harry did just that. Sitting up, he wrapped his arms around the girl's waist tightly, pushing her back onto the bed. He released her waist and reached down, grabbing her legs and bending them back high in the air. Without warning, Harry bore down on the girl once more, pushing her legs flush against her chest as he slammed into her pussy with all his strength.
The scream Cammi expelled was ear-splitting, but not nearly as loud as the one that followed. He pulled his hips back, freeing his cock from her folds and slamming forward once more, this time aiming a bit lower than before.
"OH GOD YES!" Cammi screamed.
She trembled in climax as he roughly took her ass. Every deep thrust into her sweltering back door triggered another wave of gasping expletives. Harry couldn't stop the deep groan of pleasure from leaving his own mouth. The grip her asshole had on his cock was heavenly. Her words from earlier only made him want to fuck her into an unconscious heap all the greater.
While they were by no means dating, or even exclusive, hearing her so possessive was strangely arousing. Though to hear her speak of other girls at Hogwarts, unintentionally as it may have been, wasn't surprising. Over the last few weeks, Cammi had actually helped him seduce other women. She seemed to enjoy teaching him in the art, and more than once had even joined him with other partners as a, quote, 'learning experience'. Either way, the idea of him with other women was certainly a kink for the tattooed bombshell, and it seemed to be fueling tonight's bedroom fun.
Cammi's screams and curses slowly died down to slurred, incoherent praises of ecstasy. The constant barrage of pleasure was too much for her. Harry himself wasn't far behind her. Her ass was a heaven of tightness and heat.
Harry never lasted very long with their previous experiences with anal. Tonight was no different.
He erupted inside her sweltering asshole with a shuddering moan. His cock pulsed over and over again, sending spurts of hot cum deep into her rectum. Cammi sighed happily and wound her legs around him, content to keep him as deep as possible inside her while he came.
They stayed like that for who knows how long. With Harry atop her and Cammi drowsing in a lull between awake and orgasmic unconsciousness.
Finally, Cammi tapped him on the shoulder, signalling her need to use the restroom. Harry rolled off her with a groan, eyes glued to her arse as she scampered off to the attached bath.
She was right about one thing. No matter how many women he shagged, Harry would most certainly be thinking of her. Not to worry though, he already had a list in his mind of some very worthy contenders.
Chapter 2: New Year, New Me
Chapter Text
Chapter 1: New Year New Me
After a thoroughly intense night of fun with Cammi, Harry awoke the next morning tired and sore in all the right places. It was still dark out when he woke. Cammi was dozing peacefully against his side, her raven hair splayed out all over his chest and her naked body pressed flush against him.
He wanted nothing more than to stay in bed and worship the tattooed vixen's body until the sun rose and set once more. In all honesty, he probably could. The Knightbus was fairly cheap, and a ride to Hogsmeade would take a couple minutes at the most on that deathtrap of a bus. Still, he knew if he wasn't at least SEEN boarding the train, Dumbledore would probably send the entire Order to hunt him down, and the last thing he needed was Mad-Eye Moody kicking down the door while he and Cammi were mid-shag.
Quietly as he could, Harry dressed. Just as he was tugging on his trainers a groan from the bed signalled Cammi rousing from her sleep.
"Wha'timeiset?" She grumbled, rubbing the bleary sleep from her eyes.
Harry sat on the edge of the bed and ran a hand through her hair. "Shh love, it's still dark out. Go back to sleep."
"You're leaving?" She asked with a pout.
He nodded, running his hand down through her hair and across her cheek. Cammi shivered and leaned into his touch. She looked up at him, her eyes full of an indiscernible emotion that he just couldn't place.
"Well then… Kiss me like you'll miss me?" She asked with a nervous smile.
Harry smiled back and leaned in, capturing her soft lips with his. Cammi sighed happily and wrapped her arms tight around his neck. They stayed like that for some time, softly trading kisses while holding on to each other tightly. Eventually though, they broke apart, Cammi frowning heavily as he whispered one last goodbye and walked out the door.
It was an odd feeling. He did not doubt that he and Cammi had grown to care for one another over the last couple of months, but he never expected leaving to pain him this much. It was like a pit in his stomach, gnawing uncomfortably at his throat. He didn't love her, but he was certain now they were a bit more than just 'friends-with-benefits'.
Taking a cigarette from his coat pocket, Harry lit it with a snap of his fingers and took a drag. He breathed out the smoke with a sigh, and then with a turn, disappeared with a 'pop!'.
He never saw the pair of eyes peering down at him from Cammi's bedroom window.
The Hogwarts Express gleamed in the mid-morning light, shining proud and crimson for all on the platform to see. New students and old students alike chattered excitably, saying their farewells to their loved ones and boarding the train for another exciting year at Hogwarts.
Harry was not one of them. People all around stared and whispered as he passed. It reminded him of last year when most of the general populace believed him an attention-seeking villain. The only difference now was that those same people stared at him in awe and reverence instead of malice and disgust.
With Voldemort officially out in the open and Fudge quite literally kicked out from his post as Minister, the entirety of Wizarding Britain was now looking to him as their so-called 'saviour.'
It almost made Harry laugh.
He was no one's saviour. Not his parents', not Cedric's, not Sirius's, and definitely not their's.
Harry was his own man now, and at this point he had but one virtue he was sticking by. Damn everyone who wasn't him.
Not even bothering to look for his friends, Harry quickly boarded the train, taking advantage of everyone's laxity outside to find the best compartment available. He stowed away his trunk and sat back. He already sent Hedwig on ahead earlier. The snowy owl hated the train and always preferred fling to Hogwarts anyway. Harry agreed with her in his honest opinion. An entire society of people who could teleport at will, and they always choose the slowest modes of transport for everything. It made no sense when he thought about it.
His thoughts were interrupted as the door to his compartment slid open and a brunette missile slammed into his stomach.
"Oof! Hello to you too Hermione." He groaned.
The girl released him, her face scrunched up in fury that made her look more cute than menacing, before raining down a series of blows across his arm.
"No letters?! Not even a single call?! You stupid! Bloody! Prat!" The bushy-haired bookworm roared.
Harry winced as slap after slap landed across his chest. "Ow! Ow! Stop- Hermione!" He exclaimed, catching her hands mid-assault. "Look- I'm sorry for not writing. I needed a little space this summer, but I shouldn't have gone completely radio silent."
Hermione's fiery facade melted somewhat, morphing into a look of utter worry. Her lips trembled and she sniffled slightly before once more wrapping him up in a bone-crushing hug.
"I was so worried! With You-Know-Who out there now I- Well I thought something must've happened to you!" She cried.
Harry held her tightly, whispering soft apologies into her ear as he rubbed her back soothingly. Before this summer, he hadn't been one for physical affection such as this. Growing up receiving nothing but looks of disdain and venomous words shouted at you didn't leave a lot of room for touchy-feely moments like this. But after opening himself up these last few months, Harry found himself more open to affection such as this.
…and it didn't hurt that Hermione's curves pressed up against him felt amazing .
As the brunette untangled herself from him, Harry took a chance to discreetly check his best friend out.
She had certainly grown a lot over the years. What used to be the body of a mousy know-it-all bookworm was now the filled-out frame of a sexy, petite witch with curves in all the right places. She was no Lavender Brown or Susan Bones, but Hermione definitely had the 'hot librarian' look down.
Just then, the train suddenly lurched under them and the distinctive feeling of the engine churning as the express chugged away rumbled beneath their feet.
"Guess Ron isn't joining us then?" Harry asked. "I suppose he's angry at me for not writing as well?"
Hermione winced and bowed her head. "More so because you told Dumbledore you'd rather stay with your relatives than the Weasleys."
Harry cursed under his breath. Leave it to the meddlesome old man to throw another wrench in Harry's life. A few days ago, the aged headmaster had shown up to Privet Drive unannounced. Thankfully Cammi had been working late that day or else Harry wouldn't have been at the Dursleys where Dumbledore expected him to be. The old wizard asked Harry to join him on a quick trip to 'an old friend's' house. The Boy-Who-Lived had all of about three seconds to agree before he was suddenly whisked off in a bout of side-along apparition
The fact that Dumbledore had done so only because he needed to use Harry as some sort of bait to lure Slughorn out of retirement infuriated him. Though he supposed the man was important if he could give them an edge over Voldemort. Just because Harry knew he was going to die didn't mean he wanted Voldemort to win.
It had taken some convincing afterwards to get Dumbledore to allow him to stay at the Dursleys. It was ironic that not a year prior Harry had practically begged the old headmaster to take him away from his relatives. Fate was funny that way. In the end, all it took was some half-arsed excuse about not being ready to face his friends again in the wake of the DoM fiasco that allowed Harry to stay. Was it a low-blow? Perhaps, perhaps not. Harry really didn't care.
"Right. I'll try and talk to him." He sighed.
Hermione smiled sympathetically and patted his leg. They fell into a comfortable conversation after that, with Hermione regaling him with every detail of her summer break and all the new books she read during the course. A few more friends stopped by as well, staying long enough to chat for a few minutes before begging off to greet their other classmates as well.
Neville, Luna, Susan, and many others from the DA made appearances. Even Ginny came by, the red-haired chaser having no issues with Harry's decision to stay at the Dursleys as her older brother did.
"He's just being a broody prat. He'll come around before dinner tonight, just you wait." She had said. Though Harry had little faith that her words would come true.
The constant barrage of people coming to greet him did help Harry come to one conclusion: He was either blind or just a plain bloody idiot!
How could he not see just how downright gorgeous his female classmates were?! Half of them had figures that would put every muggle bikini model to shame, and the other half would still give them a run for their money.
Sure he had noticed a few of them before. There wasn't a bloke out there who could see Susan Bones's tits and not fantasize about them in the shower. But he'd have never given others like Luna or Ginny the time of day!
Sure before he knew they were cute, pretty even, but it was like he was seeing them in a whole new light this year! Ginny's long legs were practically burned into his mind, not to mention how fantastic her arse looked. Luna too was a certain ethereal beauty to her, almost like how Tolkien described Lady Galadriel in the Fellowship.
Still, despite his recent sexual awakening, as it were, they weren't pieces of meat for him to ogle, but his friends. Harry would still treat them with the respect they deserved.
However, that didn't mean he couldn't at least test out his newfound confidence with them. If the looks Ginny was sending his way were anything to go by, some of them wouldn't exactly mind.
At some point between all the visits, Hermione had been squeezed against his side from the crowd of DA members who joined them in their compartment. The brunette had blushed at the close proximity but said nothing as the conversation flowed. Harry was intensely aware of Hermione's body pressed against his. The heat from her body washed over him and he soon found his mind unable to focus on anything but the petite bookworm's soft curves, much less whatever unimportant topic the others were talking about.
He unconsciously shifted in his seat. Beside him, Hermione gasped softly as his hand unintentionally brushed against her thigh.
Interesting.
Feeling a bit brave, Harry shifted again, this time resting his hand halfway atop the brunette's knee. Hermione's breath hitched once more, enough to where she had to feign a cough by clearing her throat. Harry smirked internally to himself. It seemed Ginny wasn't the only one who would be…receptive to advances. He had always somewhat fancied Hermione over the years. What bloke didn't fancy his female friends from time to time after all? Only he never pursued the thought because he never would dare assume Hermione liked him back. But now…
He moved his hand once more, placing it firmly atop her lower thigh. Hermione blushed bright red. She buried her face in a book to try and hide the flush in her cheeks. That wouldn't do.
"Eep!" The girl squeaked, having been caught off guard as Harry gave her thigh a firm squeeze.
"Alright there Hermione?" Colin Creevey asked with a look of confusion.
"F-fine!" The girl stammered. "Just- Feeling a bit train-sick is all." She provided with a timid smile.
Colin winced in sympathy. "You want us to go so we can let you lie down?" Around the compartment the other DA members nodded in agreement, all except for Demelza Robbins who was staring at Harry's hand upon the bookworm's thigh with an amused smirk.
Hermione made to refuse the younger boy's offer with a shake of her head, but Demelza beat her to it.
"Why I think that's a wonderful idea Colin! Come you lot, let's give Hermione some space. She doesn't need your ugly mugs making her even sicker!" The short chaser ordered everyone out in quick succession, but not before shooting the two of them a quick wink as she left.
The door slid close, leaving their compartment in a tense silence.
"Ahem- Ah… Harry? Y-you can let go of my leg now." Hermione stammered after a beat.
Harry turned to face the girl with a small smirk. "Is that what you want 'Mione?" He murmured.
"N-No! I mean- I d-don't mind. I just thought with everyone else gone now-"
He silenced her by moving his hand farther up her thigh. The brunette slammed her mouth close with a muffled squeak causing Harry to smirk even wider.
Leaning in, he rested his face inches from Hermione's blushing face, peering intensely into her wide brown eyes.
"And if I want to go further? What then 'Mione?" His lips inched closer to hers. "What if I wanted to do this…" He finished the sentence by taking the final plunge, capturing her lips in a gentle kiss.
Hermione sucked in a sharp breath, her body going shock still for a moment or two. Eventually, however, the bushy-haired witch seemed to almost melt against him, whimpering needily against his lips. To his surprise she even deepened the kiss, sinking into his chest as she opened her mouth willingly to allow his tongue entrance.
Harry slipped his tongue inside, finding hers ready and willing to tangle with his without a fight. He took his chance then, as he explored his best friend's mouth he also began to slowly move his hand further up her thigh, slipping easily under her loose skirt and finding the creamy smoothness of her bare thigh just waiting for him.
Hermione broke the kiss with a gasp, her breaths coming out in short fluttering pants.
"H-Harry! We c-can't!" She whimpered as he leaned in, taking this chance to nip and kiss at the smooth expanse of her neckline. "S-someone could hear!"
Though her words said one thing, she made no move to stop him as he moved his hand further up her thigh. She could only mewl softly as his fingers finally brushed against the sweltering heat of her knicker-clad core.
"What was that 'Mione?" He murmured teasingly in her ear.
Hermione gasped as he swiped his finger over her panties, rubbing her rapidly moistening slit through the thin material.
"I- I- Oh forget it!" She exclaimed.
To his surprise, the bookish girl grabbed him roughly by the collar of his shirt and yanked him forward, crashing their lips together in a heated kiss. He was dimly aware of her fumbling for a wand before casting some unknown spell at the compartment door. A silencing charm perhaps.
Hermione whimpered against his lips. Her hands clawed at his chest, fumbling around with no clue as to what they should be doing. Harry hummed in response and increased his pace, rubbing her soaked quim with quickened flicks of his fingers.
"O-Oh god!" Hermione cried. She gripped the front of his robes in an iron tight grip. Small whimpers like panting breaths were spewing from her lips.
Harry latched onto her neck, sucking harshly on her pulse point before, ever so slowly, he began to descend further down her body.
Hermione watched him with hooded eyes. Her chest fluttered with rapid breaths as he came to rest between her thighs. The brunette unconsciously opened her legs for him, giving him a full view of her creamy inner thighs and black lace thongs.
"Damn, I never expected you to be a sexy knickers type of girl 'Mione." Harry teased.
Hermione blushed and stammered out an excuse. Harry just smirked. Maybe there was more to Hermione than he even knew. A more kinky side… one he wanted to see just how deep it went.
With a whispered spell, the bookworm's skirt and knickers disappeared before reappearing folded on the opposite bench, leaving her in just her thigh-high socks and white blouse.
Hermione squeaked and made to cover herself, but Harry caught her hands. "Ah ah." He chided. "I want to see all of you 'Mione." He whispered huskily.
Hermione bit her lip before nodding hesitantly. Slowly she began to spread her legs once more, revealing her damp hairless slit to him. Harry's cock lurched at the sight of her moistened sex. Like a spell washing over him, he leaned forward, grabbing the outside of her thighs and burying his face in her sweet cunt.
Hermione cried out in ecstasy as his tongue flicked hungrily over her slit. The brunette grabbed his hair painfully for support as he began to devour her pussy with gusto.
Over the summer, Harry had racked up a lot of practice in eating pussy. Cammi absolutely loved it when he went down on her, and he found he loved it even more. To have a girl squealing with pleasure just from the simplest flicks of his tongue was addicting. So much so that he had worked hard to master the skill.
It was during his practicing over the summer that he discovered one very neat trick.
Drawing up a mental picture of a serpent, Harry opened his mouth wide and began hissing. The words he spoke were inconsequential, his mind going through some rock song or another that Cammi showed him, what was important was the language he spoke them in. Parseltongue wasn't just good for conversing with snakes it seemed, it was also perfect for bringing a girl to a screaming orgasm.
"O-Oh! I'm- I'm! HARRYYYY!" Hermione cried loudly.
Like electricity running through her veins, Hermione's hips trembled uncontrollably. Her weeping pussy ground against his face, smearing her juices all over his chin. She slurred incomprehensibly, her mind too clouded to form words as she came. Finally, his friend grunted and pushed his face away. She clutched her pussy protectively as the last few twitches of her orgasm ran rampant through her body.
"Gyuhhhh." She groaned.
Harry chuckled to himself and quickly spelled himself and the girl clean.
"Alright?" He asked.
Hermione nodded shakily as she fought to catch her breath. "That was- Oh god." She rubbed her legs together with a small moan and sat up. "What was that?" She questioned.
"I believe that's what they call 'Oral Sex' 'Mione." He laughed.
She slapped his arm with a small glare. "You know that's not what I meant. Prat." She chastised. "I just- Well I never- Ugh." Hermione threw her head back with a huff. Out the corner of her eye she saw the sun setting through the window, signaling their impending arrival to Hogsmeade Station. "We are so discussing this later. For now, out. I need to change."
Harry didn't bother arguing, nor pointing out the irony of her kicking him out to change after he just explored every inch of her womanhood with his tongue.
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The opening feast came and went. Harry barely paid it any mind, only tuning back in every now and then when someone occasionally called him name. He didn't even pay attention during the sorting. Watching an old dusty hat spout out the house names to a bunch of scared firsties wasn't exactly peak entertainment in his opinion.
Still, he didn't waste the feast lost in his own head. He received two separate notes. One appeared on his plate as the feast began. It was from Dumbledore, requesting Harry to meet with him after dinner. He vanished the note without a second thought, having no interest to spend another second than necessary with the old meddler. The second note, however, was far more interesting and expected.
Hermione had slid it into his pocket when they sat down. Harry was able to take it out and read it without anyone noticing thankfully.
ROR. 9:00. Don't be late.
Simple enough. His bookish friend wanted to meet up tonight to discuss what happened on the train it seemed.
He smirked to himself, reaching underneath the table discreetly and giving her leg a pointed squeeze. She jumped somewhat and blushed from the few stares her outburst drew. Turning, Hermione shot him an exasperated glare before going back to her meal.
Harry chuckled to himself and turned back to his own dinner. Now that would be a much better way to spend his evening.
Harry entered the Room of Requirement five minutes before 9:00. Hermione was already there, a book in her lap and dressed in a very cute set of light blue pajamas. He also couldn't help but note that she was sat on a bed instead of a chair or couch. It seemed the brunette had her own ideas of how this evening would go.
"You know classes don't start till tomorrow." He called out.
Hermione glanced up and rolled her eyes. "I'm not reading to study. Honestly, I'm not THAT obsessed with school."
Harry laughed and fell onto the bed. Hermione huffed and snapped her book shut with a click of her tongue.
"So… we should, um, talk." She said hesitantly.
Harry nodded and sat up. "Suppose we should." He sighed and reached for her hand. "Hermione look…if what we did on the train made you uncomfortable in any way, you can tell me. I'll do what I can to make it right, I just- I never want you to feel as if I'm trying to pressure you into something."
Hermione shook her head quickly. "No! No it's not that. I…liked it." She said with a blush. "I suppose I never expected you to… be interested in me like that."
Harry furrowed his brow in confusion before it dawned on him. "Hermione how could I not?! You're- Well you're bloody stunning!"
Hermione blushed and dipped her head bashfully. "I'm really not…" She whispered.
Harry made to respond but threw away his words. Trying to convince her would take a more…physical touch.
Lunging forward, he pushed the brunette into the mattress. Hermione squeaked in surprise but made no move to fight back. She stared up at him with eyes full of confusion and a little bit of lust. Without missing a beat, Harry reached forward and grabbed the neckline of her shirt. All it took was one tug for the thin material to rip right down the middle, exposing the girl's firm perky breasts.
Hermione gasped in surprise. She tried to cover herself but Harry batted her hands away and tugged away her pajama bottoms just as quickly. Now completely nude, Hermione stared back at him with eyes alight with excitement.
Harry drank in her body, from her grapefruit-sized breast capped with dark pink nipples to the gentle swell of her hips and smooth, creamy thighs.
"Beautiful." He muttered, already feeling his cock harden at the sight of her.
Hermione smiled wide and bit her lip, her eyes trailing down to the tent forming in his pants. With a twinkle of mischief in her eyes, the bookworm slowly spread her thighs apart once more, giving him full access to her glistening slit.
Harry quickly pulled of his clothes, shucking them around the room in his haste. Before long he was just as naked as the girl before him as she stared enraptured at his cock.
"It's…big." She muttered dimly.
Harry chuckled. "I'll take that as a compliment." Moving, he positioned himself at the entrance of her wet quim, his cock head teasing her outer folds gently.
Harry looked to her, seeking permission to continue. Hermione gave it with a nod and steeled herself with a breath.
He took it slowly, piercing her virgin cunt as gently as possible. Every now and then she'd wince or hiss slightly, prompting him to stop and allow her time to adjust. Once she'd nodded he'd continue on, all the until, he finally bottomed out inside her.
It took all his willpower not to pound her relentlessly right then and there. The feeling of her tight cunt was unlike anything he felt before. While Cammi's pussy was tight, Hermione's was on a whole other level.
After a few moments hilted inside of her, Hermione finally nodded, giving him the go-ahead to finally move. He started slowly, rocking his hips gently against hers. The brunette winced but whispered for him to keep going. He didn't want to hurt her, but fuck did she feel amazing. Thankfully, it wasn't long before her small whimpers of pain morphed into moans of pleasure. Her legs wrapped around his hips, urging him on and Harry wasn't one to disappoint.
He pulled out, leaving half his cock sheathed inside before thrusting his hips forward sharply. Hermione moaned loudly, digging her nails into the soft mattress beneath them for support. Her wet cunt gripped him snugly, but Harry's thrusts were soon brutally spearing her constrictive walls with ease.
"OH GOD! YES HARRY!" Hermione wailed. Her hands moved up and she began to paw at her own tits, pinching her nipples hard as he fucked her. "OH PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE! DON'T STOP!"
Harry grunted. He had no intention to do so. Her pussy was like heaven . Her velvety walls trembling around him practically begged him to keep going, trying desperately to milk his seed. Merlin it was phenomenal. If he ever told Cammi the truth of the magical world the first thing he'd do is show her the memory of this exact moment. Seeing him ruin Hermione's tight cunt would drive the raven-haired slut wild with lust. Just the thought of Cammi and Hermione in the same room led to all sorts of depraved and kinky fantasies.
Perhaps that wasn't such a bad idea either…
"OH! OH GOD! I'M- GYAHHHH!" Hermione screamed. Her back arched, mouth agape in an ear-shattering scream as the brunette came hard. She thrashed against him as her climax tore through her thin frame. Harry groaned as her pussy constricted around his cock. He couldn't hold back any longer. With a final thrust inside her slick depths, Harry erupted, sending jets of white hot cum deep inside her womb.
They stayed together, joined at the hips while their respective orgasms cooled. Harry stared at the picturesque scene before him. His best friend glistened with sweat. Her bare breasts rising and falling with each harried breath and her cunt pierced by his cock.
Harry could get used to such a sight.
Chapter 3: Chasing A Chaser
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Chapter 2: Chasing A Chaser
Harry used to think there was nothing better than magic. Why wouldn't he? Suddenly being thrust into a world where the laws of physics are more so recommendations than ironclad rules of reality would give one that perception. And yet against all odds he had found something even better.
He groaned as his cock was taken even deeper inside a hot, wet mouth. The mocha-haired beauty kneeling in front of him had her legs spread wide and two of her fingers plunged deep inside her dripping snatch. Parvati squealed around him, her throat vibrating pleasantly against his length as she swallowed his cock with feverish need. Her hooded eyes peered up at him, glazed over with lust as she bobbed her head leisurely along his length.
Yes indeed, magic paled in comparison to the feeling of a woman's mouth around his cock. There was only one thing better, and that was ramming his member deep inside that same woman's sweltering cunt, hearing her scream his name as he split her inner walls in two.
Unfortunately they didn't have time for that, but everyone always says good things come to those who wait, right?
Regardless, her mouth would have to do for now. Harry grabbed the sides of Parvati's flushed face. Practice would start soon and he didn't want to start his first season as Quidditch Captain by being caught with his pants down…literally.
Pitching his hips forward, Harry slammed the remainder of his length down Parvati's tight gullet. The caramel skinned girl gagged loudly around his cock as her throat convulsed in protest, yet she made no move to push him away. Instead she brought a hand up to cradle his spit-soaked sack in her hand while the other continued to work her cunt with a furious speed.
Harry slammed his hips forward over and over again, brutally fucking the Indian girl's throat as he chased his own release. Under normal circumstances, Parvati would be a squealing mess below him. He had found that the gossiping witch was an oral fanatic. Just the barest touch of his cock against her lips was enough to drive her absolutely wild with lust. As it was, however, it was very hard for her to wail with wonton arousal with a thick pole of meat forced down her gullet. What came out instead was the wet squelching gags as she screamed in climax. Her thighs clamped down around her own hand while her pussy and body both convulsed.
Harry paid her climax no mind. His own was coming to a head soon and his mind could only concentrate on seeking out that fiery eruption in that moment.
With a groan he slammed his hips forward one last time, forcing his cock as deep inside Parvati's throat as it could go before releasing his pent-up load. The girl gagged around his cock once more, her nails digging into his thighs as he deposited his seed directly into her stomach. While he wanted nothing more than to finish completely inside her mouth, the need for air became too great for Parvati to bear, and so she pushed him away with as much strength as she could muster, forcing his pulsing cock to rain down the remaining jets of white hot cum down onto her pretty face.
She gasped in surprise at first before smiling and letting the cum paint her smooth skin. The petite witch moaned lightly, dipping her face forward to kiss the tip of his cock almost lovingly, the last few spurts of cum painting her full pouty lips. Parvati stared up at him pointedly. She poked her tongue out and licked the cum from her lips, swallowing loudly before she leaned forward to circle her tongue around his spent cock-head. It seemed the mocha-haired slut loved to make a show of things, not that Harry was going to complain.
"Dear Morgana, you have the perfect cock!" Parvati purred. She nuzzled his stiff member against her cum-covered face, sighing dreamily before taking him in her mouth once more with a lewd moan.
Harry chuckled and pulled away from her. As much as he wanted to let the sexy witch bury his cock down her throat once more, practice would start soon and the boy's locker room wasn't exactly the most private of spots.
Parvati pouted as he stowed his cock away causing Harry to chuckle once more. He gave her a soft pat on the head before finishing buckling up his trousers.
"Don't worry love, we'll definitely be doing this again soon."
Parvati's face lit up with a brilliant smile. "I would hope so mister." She giggled. "Oooo Lavender's gonna be sooo jealous!"
"You could always invite her along next time." Harry laughed
The witch rolled her eyes and stood, not paying heed to the cum still dripping down her cheeks. She fixed her own skirts before standing on her tiptoes to place a quick kiss on his jawline.
"Beat Slytherin next week and we'll see. Lav' and I always love a good after-party. We can never seem to keep our hands off each other after a few shots of firewhiskey." Parvati said with a wink.
She left without another word, her shapely arse rocking from side to side with every step. Harry watched, mesmerised by the bounce of her round cheeks before shaking off the momentary trance.
One way or another, he was going to ensure his team destroyed Slytherin.
The first half of their practice had been shaky at best. Harry wasn't afraid to admit that his team was definitely going to need some MAJOR adjustments before they were ready to play anyone, much less Slytherin.
Katie and Ginny were godsends. Katie was a seasoned veteran, an absolute demon with a quaffle. Ginny herself was no slouch, having trained with the blonde and her two best friends, Angelina and Alicia, the year before. The young redhead would no doubt surpass even the latter two's skill on a broom in no time at all.
The third member of Gryffindor's new chaser trio wasn't as good as Katie or Ginny, but that didn't mean she was without talent. What Demelza lacked in experience, she more than made up for with her impressive speed and agile reflexes. She'd make a formidable seeker in Harry's opinion, but unfortunately for her, he had no plans to give up his spot.
Things took a bit of a downward turn when it came to their new beaters. There was no replicating Fred and George's amazing chemistry together. Andrew Kirke and Jack Sloper, however, left a lot to be desired. They were functional at least. Enough natural talent in their blood to ensure the rest of the team wouldn't be bloodied up too bad. Though Harry still made a mental note to wear an extra layer of padding next week. A hit from a bludger was no joke.
And then there was Ron…
Look Harry hated to insult his best mate, but Merlin did Ron have a lot of ground to make up. Last year the red-haired boy was at least semi-confident, but now it was like he lost all sense of the game completely! Harry was glad he threw out his original idea of tryouts now. With Ron already pissed at him as it were, Harry could only imagine how livid the boy would've been if he had been forced to choose someone else over the ginger.
It was too late now regardless. He'd already handed his official roster over to Madame Hooch. Barring any injury or detentions, Ron would be their keeper. He'd just have to make his friend run twice the amount of drills than he originally intended.
Harry looked up with a wince and watched as Ron nearly knocked himself out on one of the hoops.
…Perhaps thrice the amount.
"Alright, there cap'n?" A cheery voice called out.
Harry turned as Katie banked her broom alongside his. Immediately his eyes glanced over her figure, from her tight leggings to the overstretched sports bra that did little to hide her large bust.
While it was technically required for everyone to wear their practice jerseys during training, Katie had never cared to follow that particular rule. The blonde wasn't ashamed to show off some skin in the name of comfort, a preference the other two chasers seemed to have picked up, if Ginny's own sports bra-clad chest and Demelza's tight tank top were any indication.
"You have that same look Wood and Angie wore whenever they were trying not to kill one of us." The blonde laughed.
"I think Ron is doing most of that work for me." He groused.
Katie laughed once more. Her face was flushed with the exertion from the drills he was having all the chasers run. Sweat pooled on her brow, with tiny shimmering droplets falling slowly down her cheek. Harry couldn't help but watch one fall from her chin, raining down onto her chest where it collected in the dip of her cleavage. The sight of her full breasts was enough for Harry's cock to harden slightly, the thought of those same breasts bouncing up and down while he pounded into Katie's impossibly tight snat-
"My eyes are up here Harry."
The sound of Katie's teasing voice was enough to snap him out of his reverie. "Wh- Ah sorry about that." He said, slightly embarrassed at being caught.
Katie chuckled and waved him off. "S'alright. You're not the first bloke to go and ogle my quaffles."
"Well they're certainly something to look at." He shot back, his earlier embarrassment fading.
Katie raised an eyebrow with a smirk. "Think so?" She asked, leaning forward on her broom as she squeezed her breasts together with her arms. "Careful now Potter. A girl might get the wrong idea if you go around saying things like that."
Harry made no move to avert his eyes as he drank in the sight of her tits. Glancing up to meet the blonde's teasing gaze, Harry smirked back and leaned forward. "We couldn't have that now could we? I'd hate to make the wrong impression and leave a girl…unsatisfied." He finished with a wink.
Katie giggled and gave his shoulder a light slap. Before they could continue their back and forth, Ginny and Demelza both glided down to join them. The latter blushed slightly as Harry glanced her way.
"What's next, oh glorious leader?" Ginny said, voice dripping with sarcasm.
Harry rolled his eyes and pointed towards the goals. "I want you to run Ron through a few more blocking drills. Make sure to divide your attention equally between the goals. He needs to work on covering all three at the same time." Ginny nodded and gave him a mock salute, flying off to torment her brother. "Demelza you take Andrew and Jack through the obstacle course."
Said course was a series of rings and other obstacles floating in the air that you needed to fly through to get to the other end, courtesy of Oliver Wood back when he was captain. "Their reflexes need some fine-tuning. Don't be afraid to throw a bludger or two in there, give 'em a taste of their own medicine so to speak." The small girl smirked and nodded, whizzing off to collect the two novice beaters.
"What about me?" Katie asked with a raised brow.
Harry smirked and leaned in close to whisper in her ear. "How 'bout we go for a ride?"
Harry laughed to himself as Katie yelped with one part fear and another part delight. The tight turns and mid-air corkscrews he was performing were not exactly the most useful tricks when it came to quidditch, but they were fun.
He wrapped his arm tighter around the blonde's waist, pulling her back against his chest in a snug hold as he pitched his broom forward in a steep dive. Katie's delighted laugh morphed into a scream halfway down. The ground was approaching at an incredibly fast rate, but Harry wasn't worried. On a normal school broom, this move would be borderline suicide, but his Firebolt was made for manoeuvres like the Wronski Feint.
With a yank on the handle, Harry forced his broom to pitch upwards into a sharp roll. Katie slammed into his chest from the g-force of such a move. Harry winced as the air was driven slightly from his lungs but did his best to remain focused. However, it wasn't the lack of air that was making it hard to concentrate.
With every turn, dip, and dive, Katie's bum was pushed hard against his groin. The tight leggings she wore did little to hide the softness of her plump cheeks. His cock responded in kind at the presence of a pretty girl's backside rubbing into him and now stood at full attention, trapped between Katie's round arsecheeks.
There was no way the blonde couldn't feel his stiff erection pressing into her from behind. Though she said nothing, Harry was acutely aware of her small gasps and hitches of breath. It was hard to ignore them, especially when she'd purposefully rock her arse back into his groin when she thought he wouldn't notice.
He cursed under his breath as she did it again, this time letting out a small mewl of pleasure as she did so. His cock jerked against her arse from the feeling, wanting nothing more than for him to bend the blonde over and fuck her right then and there.
Fine. If she wanted to play this game, then he could play it too.
The arm, which was previously wrapped snugly around her toned stomach, shifted. Harry moved his hand up her bare ribs slowly, the tips of his fingers brushing against the hem of her sports bra. He paused momentarily, waiting to see if she'd protest. When none came Harry took the plunge, slipping his hand easily under the thin stretchy material and cupping her large supple breast.
"Hng!" Katie grunted and Harry agreed. He gave her breast a firm squeeze, feeling as her nipple stiffened against the palm of his hand. The blonde gasped and bucked her arse against his cock causing Harry to almost lose focus and crash into the stands. Katie yelped in surprise but thankfully Harry was able to veer out of the way.
"What say we take a breather yeah?" He chuckled into her ear. Katie nodded in response as she scooted into a more comfortable sitting position. Harry slowed his broom into a leisurely glide, bringing them towards the ground gently while he discretely removed his hand from under her bra.
With a quick glance towards his watch, Harry summarized that they'd had enough practice for the day. The team had worked hard after all. It definitely wasn't because of the way Katie was staring at him, with her face flushed and eyes glazed over with barely concealed lust. Nope, not at all.
"Alright!" He called as the remaining team members gathered around. "Good practice all around. I think we got a good look at where we're at, as well as the areas we need to improve! Everyone study up on the formations and their respective plays tonight as we'll be running through them all starting tomorrow. Now hit the showers!"
No one argued with the order, everyone eager to wash off the sweat and grime of the day and trudge back up to the castle to rest. All except two.
Harry didn't even need to communicate his thoughts with Katie as they followed everyone into the locker rooms. The blonde took his hand of her own accord and pulled him into the private showers reserved for team captains. He chuckled at her enthusiasm and let himself be dragged along, not even caring that the others no doubt witnessed their hasty escape.
The door had only just clicked shut when the blonde's mouth was on his. She moaned against his lips, her tongue already slipping easily into his mouth to explore. Harry let her without a fight, enjoying the girl's direct approach. He was content to do his own exploring after all. From where they rested on her hips, Harry brought his hands up, gliding over her ribs before they came to rest on the cusp of her weighty chest.
He wanted nothing more in that than to rip the black garment free and maul the blonde's perfect tits. The fire in his blood practically demanded it. Yet he was enjoying taking a back seat this go around. Normally he was the one to move things along with a girl. Cammi had been one of the few exceptions when it came to taking the initiative and Harry found he liked the variety her enthusiasm provided. Katie seemed to be cut from the same cloth as his muggle lover and Harry was curious to see how far that extended.
Katie mewled against his lips as she pushed her chest out towards him. Harry didn't give in though, content with ghosting his hands over her bosom teasingly. The blonde witch growled and sank her teeth into his bottom lip before she grabbed his hands and forced them under her bra.
"No more playing." She murmured heatedly against his lips. "You're. Going. To. Fuck. Me." The blonde demanded between kisses. "Now Potter!"
Harry smirked against her mouth, giving her breasts a firm squeeze before ripping the tight sports bra away with a single tug.
Katie gasped in surprise, her eyes staring up to him with a look of burning hunger . With a leap, the blonde was in his arms, legs wrapped around his waist and her soft tits smushed into his chest. She smashed their lips together once more, whimpering needingly into his mouth. Harry met her lips in kind as he carried her into the large shower.
The rest of their clothes followed suit. Eager hands yanked and ripped, throwing the garments away without care. Katie had barely turned the water on before he had her pressed against the wall, his mouth on her throat while he pushed a finger inside her damp folds.
"Oh yes~" She whispered in his ear. "Oh, Harry please!"
Harry hummed against her throat, pulling back to admire the dark purple hickey he left behind as he sank his finger deeper into her pussy. Katie threw her head back with a gasp, letting the hot water run down her perky tits. The sight was too tempting for Harry to ignore. He leaned forward, taking one of her pale pink nipples between his teeth while sinking a second finger inside her wet folds.
"Fuck!" Katie moaned. One of her hands came up to cradle his head while he mauled her fleshy mounds. He sucked on the hardened nubs one at a time, giving each a teasing nip before switching to the other, all the while his fingers moved faster inside the blonde's tight snatch. Katie whimpered and mewled as he explored her body, but she was anything but satisfied.
Harry grunted as the chaser's soft hand wrapped around his cock. He pulled away from her chest with a muttered curse as she began to slowly jerk him off. She tested various speeds, going slow then fast, exploring his entire length before dipping down to give his balls a testing squeeze. The entire time Harry groaned in tortuous pleasure, the blonde effectively giving him a taste of his own medicine.
She made the first move, releasing his cock before turning around to face the wall. Jutting her arse out, the blonde wiggled her backside from side to side, a coy smile thrown over her shoulder for good measure.
"Well captain?" Katie asked. "Care for another ride?"
Harry took one look at her puffy, wet pussy lips and broke. Stepping forward, his hands gripped the blonde's wide round bum, his fingers sinking into her supple flesh easily. Harry gave each cheek a squeeze, spreading them apart as well to gaze at her wet cunt and crinkled arsehole. His cock twitched in anticipation and Harry knew he couldn't fight it any longer.
He lined himself up with her entrance. The tip of his cock spread her outer lips apart with ease. Katie looked back, a look of excitement on her face as she bit her lip with anticipation.
Harry slammed his hips forward without a word, hilting his cock deep inside her sweltering snatch in one go. Katie cried out in surprise, her legs shaking, threatening to fall out from under her as her pussy was torn in two. The sheer heat and tightness of her cunt made Harry grunt with pleasure. If he wasn't careful then this would be over far too soon.
Pulling back until just the tip of his cock remained inside, Harry slammed into her once more, barely pausing for even a fraction of a second before slamming into her again and again. Soon the shower was filled with sounds of water falling and heavy wet slaps of flesh against flesh, occasionally broken up by a wailing moan.
"Fuck! Oh fuck me just like that! Oh god Harry, harder! FUCK!" Katie cried, her legs trembled below her as he continued to fuck her from behind.
Harry grit his teeth and did as he was asked, pounding his cock into her pussy with as much force as he could muster. From Katie's answering screams of ecstasy, it was enough to send her spiralling over the edge. He could feel her inner walls convulse around him, her orgasm shooting through her body like electricity. With every thrust Katie cried out with another whorish moan, her bubbly arse jiggling wildly from the force of his hips crashing against her wet cheeks.
The sight of her rippling arse cheeks stirred Harry onwards. The blonde's bum had been the subject of many of Harry's fantasies over the years. He had even, in a moment of weakness, used his invisibility cloak to sneak into the girl's locker rooms during third year to spy on her. It wasn't his proudest moment, but the sight of Katie's curvy-toned body, her bubbly arse cheeks glistening with soap and water, made it worth the guilt. The only reason he hadn't shucked off the cloak and joined her back then was because he hadn't had any experience with a woman before. Now though, he had plenty, and he was going to use every inch of knowledge he had to make Katie want to come back for more over and over again.
With a grunt, he pulled out of her tight cunt. The blonde whimpered in disappointment at the loss of his cock though the wobblyness of her legs was of greater concern. Luckily Harry was able to catch her before she could collapse onto the hard shower floor. Katie giggled against his chest, her wet hair splayed out across her face as she peered up at him with a cock-drunk smile.
"Not finished with me yet are you?" She slurred. Harry responded by hauling her into his arms, pushing her against the walls while his hands held a firm grip on her thighs.
"Not even close." He growled, sliding into her cunt once more with ease.
Katie gasped and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. This new position allowed his cock to go even deeper than before, moulding the blonde's cunt to its exact shape as he hammered into her. The buxom chaser panted and gasped, murmuring quiet pleas and slutty confessions into his ear as he abused her pussy.
Katie cried out as he drove another shaking orgasm from her core. Her legs tightened around his waist trying to get him to bury his cock even further into her pussy. Harry gave in to her request, pressing flush against her body as he sank his teeth into her neck. His hips ground into hers as the pressure in his loins built. She threaded her fingers through his hair, her breathy moans cascading down his neck as she mewled into his ear.
"C-cum in me." She pleaded. "M-make me yours and cum inside me!"
The words were like a spell, undoing Harry's resolve all at once. Before he knew it, he was moaning into the blonde's neck as his cock erupted inside her tight cunt. Katie whimpered as his cock pulsed in climax inside her. She wrapped her arms and legs even tighter around him, clinging onto him almost desperately as he finished seeding her cunt.
"Fuck." He gasped into her ear.
Katie hummed in agreement as she fought to control her breathing. They stayed wrapped together for a while. Steam slowly filled the room as the shower continued to run. Finally, Katie pulled back, placing a soft, sensual kiss on his lips before levelling him with a questioning gaze.
"Don't suppose I can expect this treatment after every practice then?"
Harry laughed and kissed the blonde once more. "I think we can work that into your training schedule."