Does this Help?

"That was a good practice everyone," Harry shouted. "I'll post the results of the tryouts on the message board in the common room later tonight."

They team walked off the pitch and headed into the locker rooms to get showered off. Harry was normally the last one to get in so he just waited. Demelza walked up to Katie Bell. "How long is Harry here after everyone leaves?"

"He stays for a half hour after, just to work on strategy," Katie replied. "But I think he's still trying to figure out the roster. Why?"

"I just wanted to ask him a few questions," she said off handedly.

"Alright then," Katie said before she began to pack up her things to leave.

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"See you back in the common room, Harry," Ron said as he walked out of the door.

"Yeah, see you later," Harry called. He was finally left all alone, and he could begin making his choices for the team. He already knew he would be the seeker, Ron was the keeper, whether Hermione confounded McLaggen or not, and the beaters were Coote and Peaks. No one could really replace the Weasley twins; they were a pair of human bludgers themselves. Now his only real dilemma was the chasers. Ginny and Katie were two obvious choices, but the third one was still between Demelza Bobbins and Dean Thomas. They had both flown rather well and scored about the same.

KNOCK KNOCK

"Come in," Harry said to the unknown visitor. Demelza opened the door to the captain's room.

"Hi Harry," she said quietly, shutting the door behind her.

"Hi, Demelza, how can I help you?" he asked.

"I was just wondering if you had the roster yet," she said.

"Well, I'm at a snag really," Harry said. "It's between you and Dean."

"Is there anything I can do to improve my chances?" she asked suggestively.

"Well," he said, catching on quickly. "I could think of a few things."

Demelza pushed him back into his chair and got down on her knees between his. She deftly unbuttoned his pants. Harry felt himself go hard because she was looking him straight in the eye when she pulled the zipper down. She untucked the prominent bulge from his boxers. Demelza was met with nine inches of manhood. She wrapped her slender fingers around the base and moved them along the entire length. Harry sucked in a breath when he felt her hot breath near the tip. Slowly her lithe little tongue licked around the shaft, leaving light kisses at the base. Once she licked her way back to the tip, she took the tip into her mouth and sucked gently. Harry groaned.

She took him as far as she could into her mouth before it hit the back of her throat. The part that she couldn't fit into her mouth she pumped with her hand. Demelza would bob up and down over his shaft, suck the tip gently, or hum when he was deep in her throat. This was driving Harry absolutely crazy.

"So close," he murmured. She gave a hard suck and barely got a breath in when Harry spilled his essence into her waiting throat. Once she swallowed all of his seed, she cleaned her mouth off, licked any excess from his member, and tucked it back into his boxers. She stood up after she had zipped him back up.

"I hope this helped my chances," she said huskily.

"Well," Harry said, a bit out of breath. "I was gonna pick you anyway because Dean dates Ginny. I can't have them always snogging on the pitch."

"Oh."

"This was the kicker though."