Angelina Johnson Pt. 1

"Hey there Harry!"

Harry blinks at the familiar voice, before a smile spreads across his face. He and Katie both straighten up from where they've been getting things set up for the Gryffindor Quidditch Team Tryouts. Turning around, the young Quidditch Can't help but smile even wider at the sight of Angelina and Alicia heading their way from across the field. The two dark-skinned witches smile right back at him as they finish their approach.

"So then, it's a done deal?"

Angelina nods her head up and down, even as Alicia has a smug grin on her face to the side.

"Yep! Alicia and I are both Assistant Flying Instructors assigned to Hogwarts this year. It'll look really good, and it'll help us both get some practice in for the Big Leagues."

Harry chuckles at that, giving his former teammate a knowing grin.

"You're still both aiming for positions on the Holyhead Harpies?"

Here, Alicia steps in with a derisive snort, as she glances towards Angelina.

"I am. Our very own Angelina Johnson here is aiming a little higher than that."

Angelina sticks her nose up in the air, though the playful grin on her face gives away the falseness of her snooty attitude as she makes a mocking 'hmph!' sound.

"Only the Captain's jersey and the Quidditch World Cup will satisfy me! No less!"

Katie snickers at Harry's side, having clearly heard this before. Harry just smiles though, enjoying the company of the three older women that had made him into the Quidditch Player he was today. And in truth, he could certainly see Angelina in the role she envisioned for herself. Strutting around in cut-off jeans and a tank-top like she currently was, not much was left to the imagination.

Angelina Johnson was built like a cross between an Amazon and a Nubian Princess. She was a strong, sexy jock, with firm muscles, sizable juicy tits, thick dark thighs, and a massive, firm badonkadonk that outright defined the word badonkadonk. Her body practically refused to slim down, making the Chaser more of a Bruiser than anything else. But Harry knew not to let her appearance fool him like it'd fooled so much of the competition. Angelina was a looker, but she was also fast, brutal, and quick as all get out on a broom.

Alicia and Katie, on the other hand, looked more like one would think a Chaser should. Sure, they had their physical differences. Katie was a blonde and Alicia was a brunette. Katie was pale white all over, and Alicia was only a few shades lighter than Angelina, still quite dark-skinned when it came down to it. But they were both tight and sleek, their tits and their asses better described as perky and pert. Their bodies were slender, and their movement on their brooms was almost akin to a Seeker more than anything else.

Speaking of which…

"You know Harry, I'm not so sure you should even BE a Seeker this year!"

Angelina switches the conversation around with a bright smile on her face, hiding the conniving intent in her eyes as she makes a big show of looking him up and down.

"Honestly, you're ginormous at this point! Unless we're going to change all of Wood's old strategies and have you spend each match browbeating the enemy Seeker into the ground, I'm not sure its even worth having you in that role anymore."

Harry mock-huffs, knowing the beautiful older witch is mostly joking. That is, until she's suddenly in his face, pressing her big tits right up to his chest as she looks him in the eye with a cocky smirk.

"Just how much has our little brother grown up, hm? Is ickle Harry Potter all hunky in EVERY category? I do wonder…"

Her hand doesn't quite go to his crotch, but Harry still pulls away nonetheless, clearing his throat and coughing slightly. It's amusing to think, but he actually is embarrassed. Despite what he's done with Hermione, Nymphadora, Lavender, Daphne, and Fleur… he can still be caught out by these three beautiful, vivacious witches before him.

To be fair, they were just as beautiful and vivacious when he was eleven. Sure they'd grown into it, but they'd been like his big sisters since long before Harry had had his sexual side awakened. If anyone was going to tease him and succeed at this point, it would be these three. Mostly because, no matter how hot he thought they were, he couldn't help but consider them family, in a way. The closest thing to siblings he'd ever had, much like Fred and George in that regard.

Quidditch was quite the personal sport after all. Which made it all the more irritating for Angelina's sudden proximity to be giving him an erection as it was now. Licking his lips, Harry averts his gaze and clears his throat again, not knowing what else to really do.

"I'm uh… I'm going to go take a shower."

And just like that, he beats a hasty retreat to the Gryffindor Locker Room. The three women behind him watch him go, thankfully without another word. Though if he knew what was on their minds, if he knew they weren't just trying to tease him… well, that would have been a different story altogether. Harry just might have shown all three beautiful witches how much he'd grown, right there on the Quidditch Pitch.

Alas, as strong as Harry was, he couldn't read minds.

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There was only one thought on Angelina's mind as she watched Harry walk away. After a moment, knowing he's out of range, she voices it.

"I wonder if perhaps we should train our favorite seeker in something more than just Quidditch. He's getting to that age, isn't he? And with a body like that… we should make sure our little bro is ready to deal with any of the silly little witches that might try to sink their teeth into that rock-hard ass of his."

Katie and Alicia both snicker at Angelina's words… but they also both know the well-built witch is right. Angelina meanwhile, has a slightly perverse smile on her face as she stares at the entrance to the locker room that Harry has disappeared into. She might give the young man a hard time, but he was a hunk now, there was no doubt about that. Big and beefy and muscular… in all the right places too. He might have thought he avoided showing off, but Angelina had sharper eyes than that. She'd seen the size of his cock, outlined in his pants as he tried to hide it, as he tried to beat a hasty retreat before the teasing could escalate.

"I think you might have teased him a bit much though, Angelina~ Perhaps Katie, as his loyal vice-captain, should go help him out in the way a second-in-command should. If not, I suppose I could always give him some hands-on… instruction myself."

Alicia has a much more honest and much wider perverted grin on her own face as both Katie and Angelina look to her. Licking her lips, Katie begins to nod her head up and down.

"Perhaps I should~ After all, I'm like his big sister, aren't I? He's probably all stiff and uncomfortable thanks to you, Angelina. I could hop into the shower with him and help him relax. It wouldn't be that awkward, I imagine. We're family and…"

With a growl, Angelina cuts a smirking Katie off as she whirls on the two.

"If anyone's going to have their way with Harry, it'll be my first."

Alicia and Katie share a knowing look, and its Katie that gives the bad news, a grin on her face.

"He's dating Hermione."

Angelina's eyes go wide at that, and she finds herself thinking like a crushing Hogwarts Schoolgirl again as her mind races. She presses her lips tightly together for several long moments, before slowly letting them widen into a full-blown naughty grin. Planting her hands on her hips, the tall, well-built beauty looks Katie and then Alicia dead in the eye.

"Then we'll have to teach him how to get those big brains oozing out of that pretty head of hers. Together. It'll be a… team-building exercise, hm?"

Alicia and Katie share another look, but the eager, hungry grins they have on their faces when they look back at Angelina are all the dark-skinned witch needs to know they're both on board. Sending one last look towards the Gryffindor locker room, Angelina lets out a regretful sigh.

"Later though. Not now. We have to properly plan out our attack, if we're going to teach Harry just how he should be using that hunky, muscular body of his to pleasure a woman. Merlin knows the boy probably hasn't had much exposure to the feminine form beyond ours tight bodies these last few years. Hopping into the shower with him right off the bat… it might scare him off. We'll need to take things slowly."

The other two Chasers grin and nod in agreement once more. Little do any of them know just how wrong Angelina's belief in Harry's innocence and ignorance is.

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Deep in the Hogwarts Library, in an out of the way alcove that Hermione knew Madam Pince, the school librarian, didn't pass through too often, the brunette witch was trying to read. She knew she wouldn't be discovered even if the Hogwarts Librarian DID pass by of course, mostly because she was under a LOT of charms. So was Harry, seated under her as he was.

Her beloved boyfriend was pretty much the reason that she was only TRYING to read, and not quite succeeding most of the time. Hermione's love for knowledge was only eclipsed by one thing… her love for Harry James Potter. The well-built wizard had his hands on her body, his lips on her neck, and her in his lap. His erection pressed up against her barely covered ass through his pants, the short skirt she wore not making up for her lack of panties in the slightest.

Squirming, Hermione was quite hopeful that they'd end up desecrating the Library (again) before this was through. It had seemed so sacrilegious the first time around, but now it just made her feel naughty in the good way. Harry's tongue and lips felt fantastic on her oh-so-sensitive neck, and his hands had slipped past her blouse, the middle two buttons of the garment undone as he molested and groped her bra-clad tits quite eagerly.

Panting heavily and quite breathless, Hermione could barely focus on the words in front of her, the pages of the book she was currently trying to read a little bleary from her inability to concentrate due to Harry's onslaught. And yet, when he finally spoke up after a good fifteen minutes of utter silence, Hermione heard what he had to say, loud and clear.

"You know, you're not actually sexy, Hermione. Not at all."

That cuts deep. Of course it does. Shocked and a little scared that Harry was leading up to discarding her, Hermione tries to find the words to respond, but can't manage more than a stutter before Harry cuts her off with a confident tone and a nod of his head.

"No, you're not sexy… you're LEWD."

He whispers that last word in her ear, but it might as well have been shouted as it resounds through Hermione's mind. She freezes up at that, blushing profusely as she realizes that Harry is teasing her. Licking her lips, Hermione shakes her head back and forth. She knows the difference between sexy and lewd after all. Sexy means you're fantastic to stare at, superb in every way. Lewd on the other hand means that you're fantastic to stare at, absolutely made to pamper and pleasure men, and ultimately, perfect for being bred and rearing children.

"L-Lewd?!"

Hermione… Hermione tries to protest, because she's a good girl, not a bad girl, and everyone knows lewd girls are bad girls! Harry's chuckle cuts her off again though, and she squirms on his lap all the harder, even if she never tries to escape.

"Well, let's go down the list, shall we? Your curls aren't just sexy, I can wrap them around my cock and use them to get myself off any time I want. That's pretty lewd. And if I told you to, you'd kneel before me, blushing and squeaking while I did it with your eyes and mouth wide open in anticipation of my next load."

Her eyes ARE wide in that moment, and while she tries to protest, she just ends up stuttering again. They both know he's not wrong after all. Before she can even think of how to properly combat Harry's silken tone and the effect its having on her, his finger is suddenly at her lips. Hermione doesn't try to resist, her mouth opens and his digit slips inside gently as he chuckles and moves it around.

"Your lips are like cock-pillows, my lewd little slut…"

Hermione whines as said 'cock-pillows' immediately suck down on his finger. She can't exactly even try to protest this one, as she gives him a sweet, loving finger-blow right there in the Hogwarts Library, her tongue instinctively swirling around his digit. Harry snickers at her lack of self-control as Hermione blushes all the harder and whines in protest around his finger. A moment later he squeezes with his other hand, guiding Hermione's attention back to her tits, where he's still playing with them.

"And then there are these. You pretend to be a good, sweet, prim and proper girl… but we know the truth, don't we Hermione? You've got breasts the size of your brains, made for suckling and squeezing and groping. A man could easily fall asleep of your fat boobies, couldn't he? Between our lovely blonde bimbo, our snooty princess and you, all of your tits combined could feed every man and babe in this school and the village below."

Harry pauses for a moment, and then grins wickedly.

"That's why Lavender is a good girl, and you're a lewd girl, Hermione. She knows that a man would prefer to drink from his woman whenever he's built up a thirst from staking his claim on her. She offers those hefty, milk-laden titties of hers up to me whenever she can. Why is she the only one who does that, hm?"

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