Chapter 5

Chapter 5

The day after the announcement – Hogwart's first floor

Crowds of students of various ages were jostling in the narrowing of the first floor's corridor where McGonagall was trying to navigate the students, apparently knowing both the name and lesson schedule of every student. Harry wandered through the groups of students, feeling the gazes and smiles of many of them. Although he has been called the Chosen One for years, mostly elder wizards and witches praised him, experiencing the times of Voldemort on their skins. The status of The Champion felt completely different, and despite the humbleness inherited from his mother, he felt the rising hunger for using his privileges. Harry wondered about his choice of girls, Hermione and Daphne were out of the question, he made certain promises, and he liked to think his word has certain worth. Due to that, he had to waste his 3rd pick for Daphne's sister. That leaves him 7 places to fill, Katie, Lavender, and Romilda seemed to be obvious choices, but were they the right ones? 'Maybe I'm thinking about them just because I know them? What about other houses?' Harry thought, smiling back at some nice, exotic-looking girl from Ravenclaw.

Also, if Hermione finds some hole in the project's rules, Luna would become a burdensome pick, he owed it to Neville, who might be an outcast, but proved to be a good and loyal friend many times. This scenario would leave him with just 3 empty positions, how could he make the decision? Each girl seemed to have something special, something Harry wanted all for himself.

As he passed the Head of the Gryffindor shouting something to a bunch of 2nd graders, he spotted Seamus, leaning against the wall with his arm, and speaking to Dean. Seamus, facing the direction from which Harry was coming, spotted him for sure, but decided to pretend he did not, gesturing something to his conversation partner. Harry quickened his steps. 'There's no way he will tell me a thing, for all I know he might even misdirect me, he chose his side a long time ago. But let's have it his way, whoever is not with me, is against me,' Harry angered himself, and frowned. As he was heatedly marching through the corridor thinking about a solution, he heard the frost-cold voice he recently started to like, which extinguished his flame of rage.

"Potter," said Daphne, standing in front of him in her usual green uniform, with her hands crossed.

"Daphne, Harry responded a bit confused, looking around if any familiar face is passing them. "I thought we were not supposed to talk until the day after tomorrow"

"Don't mind that now, this part is out-of-date. Come, I want to talk to you somewhere far from unwanted ears."

Harry nodded, and followed the blonde beauty to a nearby History of Magic classroom, constantly looking at her bouncing bum, wondering if it was still rose.

When they entered the classroom, memories immediately attacked, and Harry felt sleepy just from recalling them. History taught by a ghost should be the best, who has got more knowledge and wisdom than a person who outlived himself, right? Well not if the ghost is Professor Binns. The old man was capable of putting you to sleep when you had 3 coffees even when he was alive. His lessons became one of the dullest activities Harry was forced to participate at Hogwart, luckily for him, they were mandatory only until the 3rd year.

Daphne confidently stepped through the room and backed on one of the box-shaped student desks, different from all the others in the castle. She fixed her hair and looked at him with that gaze of arctic temperature she was using so naturally.

"Listen carefully, I'm afraid-" Daphne said factually.

"Show me you remember first, I sense that Queen attitude of yours again," Harry interrupted her, completely ignoring her tone.

"I have it, okay?! There is no reason to-" she tried to protest fiercely, but stopped as Harry started to check his nails, in the middle of her response.

"Fine!" She gave up, and looked sideways, blushing slightly. Her hands went down to her green skirt, which she pulled up slowly, revealing white underwear with golden-red Gryffindor symbols.

Harry smiled, clearly pleased with the view. The contrast of the colors looked even better than Harry had imagined.

"Good, don't forget your new affiliation. You were saying?" Harry asked, leaning against the opposite desk.

Daphne lowered her skirt back and spoke a bit softer, yet still with her natural coldness.

"I think Draco found out about us."

"What?! How?"

"Astoria might have followed me..."

"And YOU didn't notice?"

"I don't know okay!? And THIS, was not helpful as well!" Daphne barked angered, lowering her collar, and uncovering a purple hickey Harry left her the previous day as a goodnight gift.

Harry laughed, amused by her frenzy behavior, so unfitting her public view.

"Okay, okay," Harry raised his hands in a defensive manner. "Calm down, he might be suspecting something, but he can't know for sure. So it doesn't change anything."

"You clearly take this thing too lightly," Daphne snorted. "Whatever the twat knows, the senior twat knows as well, and he will sooner take precautions than leave it up to faith. Do you know how much money his family is getting thanks to mine? If they lose that, I wouldn't be surprised if they go literally broke. Lucius Malfoy would kill to keep that pact."

"Many tired, don't tell me you now that you've grown to care for me."

"I couldn't less, but so it happens that your well-being serves my purposes as well," she held her head high. Too high.

At this moment Harry grabbed her tie knot in a blink of an eye, and pulled her to him, causing her to trip over to between his legs, with her face a few inches from his own.

"Big words for someone who enjoyed having her own wand stuck in her own ass. I wouldn't mind a quickie here, but I don't want to weaken my legs, I have some lower house to beat in today's afternoon Quidditch match."

As Harry finished talking, he grabbed both of her ass chicks, squeezed really hard, and wrapped his lips on her neck, right under the collar, sucking lustfully. Daphne moaned at first, but when she realized what he was doing she pushed herself away, and smack his forearm.

"PIG!" She shouted, trying to examine another hickey he left her.

Meanwhile, Harry giggled and did a pirouette around the corner of the desk, heading for the doors.

"Harry...!" He heard as he was putting his hand on the handle. – Just look out, okay?

"Don't fret," he anwsered tenderly, without turning around.

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The following day, 2 PM – section of buildings beneath the Quidditch stadium

The atmosphere in the Gryffindor's changing room was grim, and the team spirit absolutely absent. Usually filled with vivid comments, cheers, and heated discussions on the current game, today all of the boys were gearing up in almost complete silence. From what Harry heard only 3 Gryffindor boys got into the top 22 rankings, following the champions.

The ongoing peace got disrupted however, by the sudden sound of the doors being smashed open. All of the boys got driven out of their state of mind, some even jumped, startled. The cause of the tumult turned out to be none other than the dark-skinned captain of the red team; Angelina Johnson. The girl stood in the jamb, fully geared and in with the 'Captain' armband, looking across the room with true leader-like sight and body language. As she was drilling each of the players with her eyes, Katie peeked from above her arm, with a wide smile and a cheerful look, completely contrasting her friend.

"Crikey, don't you knock?" George asked.

"If you wanted to have some of that you should've just said," Fred joked flexing, and high-fived his brother.

"If I wanted to look at a scarecrow, I would've stayed in Sheffield," Angelina answered unimpressed, glaring at him for a moment.

"Today I don't want to hear excuses, your wrangles, and personal disagreements do not interest me. It's the start of the season, and I want us to show everyone that we're a united, capable team, understood?" She said in a sharp, leadership manner.

However the response was not as intense as usual at all, only a few 'yes' murmurs were heard across the room.

"Great!" She said, clapping her hands, trying to keep an energetic spirit despite the situation. "We're gonna play our usual formation we've trained in the summer, in the first phase we focus on our own goal baskets, and counterattacks..." Angelina started explaining, outlining the players' positions on a blackboard.

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Quidditch pitch – 25 minutes lat er

Despite the absolute frost, Harry was glad it at least didn't snow today. A search for the golden snitch was problematic even in the clearest weather, but in heavy winter conditions, it would be almost impossible, effectively reducing the impact he could do as a seeker. And it seemed as today that kind of a miracle was needed to win the game, the Lions were uncoordinated, distracted, and already far behind the Snakes. Harry learned not to care about the scores and other players, sort of isolating himself in his pursuit. But today he couldn't not to hear the commentator hitting the bell, and announcing another goal for Slytherin, making it 60 to 20. Harry couldn't either focus his sight, as the bludger whistled over his head for the 3rd time in the game already.

"Sorry Harry!" Fred and George shouted simultaneously as they failed to drive away the vicious ball once again.

Harry nodded and ducked into the lower parts of the pitch. From his experience, the snitch often liked to stay low and learn the patterns of the teams until spotted by any of the players. Just then he would take off for a frantic flight everywhere around the pitch, using the data he collected previously, just superficially moving chaotically.

With his world-class 'Firebolt' broomstick he reached the ground level in no time, experiencing the cold air whipping his chicks almost painfully on the way down. As he stopped a few meters above the field, he started patrolling the area slowly and methodically, trying the catch even the slightest movement. It took him a good couple of minutes, but finally, he managed to catch the golden shine in the distance. Just like a lurking predator he leaned forward and flew in the direction of the object. The winged ball trembled in the air for a moment, and just as an insect started to move almost quicker than the human eye can see. Harry balanced his body with every turn of the target, maneuvering with his whole body, trying to get in the position when he can reach it. For him, it was a mad chase, for somebody from the stands he was just flying around the same spot in a bizarre way.

Truth is, Harry also thought that the snitch is acting weird, flying around the same, small area instead of drifting throughout the whole pitch, taunting the bludger, and getting between players. He didn't waste too much time thinking about it though, concerned only about winning. Slowly he was getting used to the movement of the ball, and adding quick grabs to his dashes. Yet that lack of consideration cost him a lot, Harry didn't realize somebody was by him until it was too late. The last thing he spotted was a massive character in a green suit flying from above straight at him at high speed. Some thick object the man was holding swung, and he heard a loud crack coming from his own knee, both the pain and the blow of the hit made him scream and fall off the broom. Harry blinked slowly, and the last thing he before losing consciousness was the blue sky he saw, falling straight down.

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Hospital wing – 8 hours later

When Harry woke up it was already dark outside the windows, with no torches nor lamps only a few candles were lighting the room. Meanwhile, he was laying on the same metal bed as usual when he got in trouble. He was surprised it was not labeled yet just for him, 'Property of Harry James Potter, the one student that loves this place more than his own quarters.' Sounds nice.

'Merlin, do I have to turn everything into a joke?' Harry thought looking around, smiling to himself.

From what he could see he was all alone in here, at least that, no snoring patients. Then he started to slowly rise on his elbows, to examine the damage. The first thing he felt was neck stiffness, probably from the fall, but nothing too bad. He could move, and feel both his arms and torso, good. His hand wandered to his head, no bandages or compresses, that's even better. As he was palpating his head, the moments of the incident appeared before his eyes. He knew exactly where the injury was. Harry grabbed the duvet and uncovered his left leg, a white cast was coating it from the middle of his tibia to a few inches above his knee. Harry sent a bunch of really nasty curses into the air. But surprisingly, he didn't feel any pain, honestly, he almost didn't feel anything in this leg, Mrs. Pomfrey's medicine merit, he suspected.

Suddenly, he heard a squeak of the big, wooden entrance door, Harry looked for his wand in a rush and found it on a nightstand. He aimed it at the entrance and called out.

"Who's there?!"

"Dear me, you're so watchful it's no surprise you were the youngest seeker," a firm, girl's voice could be heard from the darkness.

Harry sharpened his eyesight, trying to see the person speaking, but did not lower his wand. Frankly, it was probably the amount of medicine he was on, why he didn't recognize her in the first place.

"I know it's a bit late for a visit but what are you, trying to hex me?" The Griffindor captain asked, stepping into the light. She was wearing a hairband, scarlet top, black sporty shorts with white stripes, and running shoes. Other than that, she was rather heavily breathing.

"How do you feel?"

"Great," said Harry nonchalantly, putting his wand back. "Never felt better, why?"

"Right. Always the toughest. I heard Mrs. Pomfrey spent two hours preparing and applying all of the medicine for you. Including the nightshade essence, normally you would've waked up in an awful amount of pain. They say you will not be able to walk on your own for a couple of days. At least that's what I heard."

"You heard a lot, I wonder why."

Angelina gazed at him like she was trying to figure out which type of game they were playing, and came a bit closer.

"In the past, you would have waked up with a few packages of chocolate frogs, beans, flowers, and Merlin knows what else. Today, only around a dozen of girls were trying to visit you, if not for McGonagall I'm sure they would've pulled each other's hair over who's going to keep your hand. It's hard to imagine, but you managed to outgrow your own popularity in this school. But the bigger the light the more darkness gathers in its shadow."

"What do you mean?" Harry asked, curious.

"Your injury has nothing to do with sport, that big braindead sack of meat didn't even see the snitch you were trying to catch."

"Who?"

"Crabbe of course. I saw the whole thing. When I realized there was nothing left of the old Gryffindor team, I focused on you and the snitch. He was circling around you for quite some time, like waiting for something to happen. And when you got stuck in that weird play with the snitch, he rushed down on you, with his bat ready way up there. Harry, somebody jinxed that snitch, and somebody told this idiot to hurt you," she said seriously. "I was thinking about it during my whole evening run, and the more I thought about it the more certain I grew."

Harry rubbed his chin.

"What happened next?"

"Madam Hooch reacted almost instantly, she cast a spell on you, probably saving you a few broken ribs, or worse. And then she got so furious I suspect Crabbe shit his pants, she took control over his broom with one swing of her wand and sent him flying on the ground. Then she started yelling about sportsmanship, and what the game is about, and banned him from the championship for the next three games. She even took 20 points from Slytherin, yet still..."

Angelina clinched her fists and jaw, looking down at the floor.

"We lost?" Harry asked, gently.

"It was not a loss, it was a slaughter. But it's not just us, they were playing just as we did, it's just the lack of teamplay is a lot less destructive for them than for us. They were trained to play like that for years, they have it in their damn green blood," she hissed with spite and kicked one of the legs of the bed, a metal squeak sound bounced off the walls and filled the room.

"Cool down, it's not your fault," Harry said comforting, inviting her with his hand to sit at the edge of his bed.

"No? Then whose? I used to get hard on Oliver you know, I always thought things could've been done better. Better training plan, shorter meetings, and different tactics, but after that year of leading the team I know, everything is easy until you actually have to do it," she said, with her voice getting weaker and weaker with every word, as it was something that was building up for a long time.

"Speak all the good things about Oliver, but I actually think you do the best job. I bet every single house's team is currently having the same problem. It's not your fault Angelina, you have great qualities for a captain, and if not for the Ministry, I'm sure today's game would look completely different," Harry assured, smiling.

"You really mean that? I'm sorry, I don't know why I'm even telling you all that," she said softly, getting a bit emotional.

"I do. Besides... Oliver doesn't have such a great ass," Harry joked, pointing at the muscled dark bum, resting not so far from him.

The black wizard broke from that sensitive mood into that kind of laughter that makes you laugh along, she laughed long and sincerely.

"Thanks, Harry. That helped a lot. The first part, I mean, about the second I knew, I've seen you peeking at it during the trainings," she laughed once again, giving him a playful look.

'Is she flirting with me?' Harry thought, analyzing that smile.

"I just wanted to let you know before the morning, it's late, I guess it's time for me. Just remember you can always count on me if you need a hand. I will never forgive hurting my best player," she said looking at him nicely, really nicely.

As she broke eye contact and was trying to get up, Harry peeked at her chocolate dessert one more time before deciding he wants to shoot his shot for the feast.

"Actually!" Harry said, grabbing her hand, and keeping her still on the bed. "I could use a good hand right now," he continued, trying to sound as cheeky as he could, whhen he placed her hand on his slightly enlarged bulge.

Angelina looked at him with her big lips slightly opened, and she squished his length twice through the duvet like she was making sure what she was holding. In response, Harry's member throbbed happily, growing even bigger.

"I see, a hand you say?" She said with the confident, a bit harsh voice she used as the captain of Gryffindor, but didn't back her hand.

"It's naturally all for the team, as you said, I might be stuck to this bed for some time, can you afford for your seeker to lose stamina?"

"Well, when you put it this way, I guess it's my duty to make sure you stay in shape indeed," she said, sneaking her hand quickly under the duvet, and caressing his lower stomach. All that with eye contact still intact.

'Merlin it's easy, was it always that way? Could I have always just picked up a girl?' Harry wondered, looking at the ebony sports girl that was always so disciplined and tough on the field, to smile softly as she slips her hand into his underwear.

"Interesting," she said with a bit of admiration in her voice. "I'm not a Beater, so I don't have much experience, but I think I can handle this bat. "

Angelina finally touched the bare skin and started slowly, but passionately stroking Harry's cock, occasionally driving the tips of her fingers from the sack to the tip. Some of the precum started to flow out, dripping on his abdomen and coating her hand.

'What else can I do? Is there even a limit to what she will allow me to do?' Harry thought, and slipped his hand between her hair, pulling her slowly to a kiss, and looking right in the eyes. Her full lips felt softer than any other Harry previously tasted. He couldn't get enough of devouring them, but also enjoying abusing them with slight sucks, causing them to pop out with a loud sound, or even biting her down between kisses. As he was feeding on them excitedly, Harry didn't even realize when the third minute has passed, and a sudden, loud moan filled the room, he opened his eyes and broke the kiss just to see Angelina panting, more than ready for anything Harry wishes to do with her.

'Did I really do it? All I've done was take some initiative,' Harry thought, astonished.

"I wonder how those lips would feel on my dick," Harry asserted, saying the most straightforward wording he could think about, and despite having his leg shattered, he felt more powerful than ever. 'Just how far can I go?'

Angelina quickly realized what her partner is asking for and smiled diabolically. She backed her hand, and swiftly crawled under the layer. Harry felt his pants being grabbed and pulled down.

"LifT youR asS duMMy," a muffled voice came from under the duvet, and Harry followed the voice's command, allowing his clothes to be dropped down. The feeling of collision with soft skin attacked his glans as his member straightened up, getting released from his boxers.

A silent giggle could be heard coming from beneath the sheet. Harry smiled along, but not for long, as he threw his head back and hissed, feeling Angelina's hot mouth covering his dick without any foreplay warning. Her head began to go at a slow pace, like getting used to the activity, a few times putting it too deep and gagging, or spitting on the shaft. Despite that, she definitely didn't lack courage and assertiveness.

"MmfFPhFf... tHerE aRe baLLs in thIs gaMe toO?!" Another muffled sound broke through the surface.

Harry smiled widely and felt another spit, this time on his nuts, followed by one of them being surrounded by Angelina's warm tongue and sucked pleasingly. Harry placed his hand on the duvet and pushed her head down even more, feeling her nose on his sack.

After a few moments her attention was drawn back by the bat, but this time her movement become hastier and more harmonious, Harry watched as the duvet goes up and down over and over again. With each move of it, shivers of pleasure kept coming at him, feeling how her lips really make the difference. Harry understood now why most of the models from "PlayWizard" magazine had theirs magically enlarged.

Feeling his climax gradually accumulating, he slid both of his hands down and pulled her out from under the duvet. As her flushed, and sweaty face expressed surprise, he straddled her on his crotch and wiped her mouth with his hand. When Harry decided she was clean, he dragged her into a kiss with one hand, while the other got sent in search of his wand. When groped it, after a moment of struggle, he made a short, straight move outward from her bum. Both her shorts and underwear got sent flying on the floor, and Angelina gasped, opening her eyes and breaking the kiss in surprise.

"I'm glad you did your cardio before the proper training."

"I've never ridden THAT kind of stick before, who's training whom now?" She smiled, straightening up on top of him, and placing his erection at her entrance. After rubbing it and somewhat coating with her dampness, she gently lowered herself, absorbing inch by inch his rock-like cock. A loud moan got released from he throat as her partner's dick outstretched her pussy to the limit.

Angelina then leaned a bit forward, and placed both of her hands on his chest, starting to literally ride him, sending short moans through her closed mouth every time she plunged on him. The dexterity with which she was doing that was certainly a side effect of Quidditch, as she did not lose her balance, despite the waves of pleasure Harry's cock was causing. With each second her bounces were getting stronger and faster, making her literally jump on him in a moment. Their powerful ride caused yet one more sound to be made, the construction of the old metal bed started to squeak in an awfully loud way. The harmony of it was a music to Harry's eyes, not to mention the muscled butt clapping onto him with each bounce.

Just then Harry realized he has never seen a black pair of tits, he made another move with his wand, this time sending her top and sports bra onto the floor on the other side of the bed. Her middle-sized breasts, with prudent black nipples, were now bouncing along with their owner. Harry didn't hesitate to grab them harshly and intensify his partner's jumps, adding some power every time she was getting down. Angelina squealed, surprised by the sudden feeling, and bit her down lip, shiting her speed to probably the highest gear she could afford. The tamed moans converted into loud screams every time she thrust herself too deeply, and Harry's cock touched the back of her womb. And just as suddenly as her outfit changed, her joyful mood transformed into a strong, unexpected orgasm. Her legs felt weak, and the black witch was forced to slow her moves. After several spasms the pleasure she got overwhelmed, and collapsed down on Harry, kissing him, and placing her hands around his head.

Harry felt her nipples rubbing against his chest when she started to twist her ass and hips in a twerk-like motion.

"Fuck, the title of the greatest suits you more, cum for me, my seeker, cum in your captain's pussy," she kept saying, working her ass off with the intention of driving him to the edge entirely now.

Harry was not sure if it was intended, but her exceptional moves made her tight cunt rub against the bottom of his glans with every move. Harry's senses got overpowered by the satisfaction, and as he didn't fight against it, an avalanche of dopamine flooded his brain, just as his semen flooded the insides of Angelina. Feeling the hot stuff spraying her walls, she smiled with her face buried in the pillow, next to his, and slowed her moves until stopped completely, but didn't release him.

"So, who won Captain?" Harry asked, sliding his hands on her muscled butt, and jiggling her chicks playfully.

"Let's call it a draw, with the possibility for a rematch," she responded, panting.

After a few moments of cooling down in the same position, Angelina straightened up, allowing Harry's half-soft member to slip out of her.

"I guess this time it's really time for me," she laughed like she couldn't believe that she just fucked Harry Potter. Then, she jumped off the bed and started picking up parts of her wardrobe.

"I have a favor to ask," Harry said, looking at the naked dark-skinned witch, leaning for her bra.

"Yeah?" She asked, putting on her underwear.

"Tell Hermione to visit me in the morn-, no, at dawn, there's something I need to discuss something with her."

"Sure," she said, and came closer, leaning and kissing him goodbye. Then all of a sudden he felt a pinch on his shaft. "I wonder how passionate the 'discussion' will get."