Chapter 10: Ride Through the Storm

The following spring, Angelina Johnson graduated from Hogwarts. Harry and her best friends, Fred and George Weasley, were there to cheer her on.

After the festivities, she was rewarded with graduation presents from all her friends and a deep kiss from Harry.

"That was for making Gwenog Jone's Holyhead Harpies team!" her boyfriend laughed.

"Hmm," Angelina smirked. "Will I get a snog like that every time I score a goal?"

"You bet Snape's ass you will." She swatted him.

Training began not long after in Belgium. Before leaving, Angelina had fucked Harry in her father's tool shed until neither of them could walk. The couple promised to stay a couple long distance and remain faithful.

As it would turn out, staying faithful was all you could really do. Notorious for working her players hard, Gwenog Jones forbid her new Chaser or any of the other players from having contact outside their Quiddtich pitch that they practiced and lived at full-time. Not even visits with loved ones by Floo or Apparation was allowed. Angelina had tried to Disapparate but found that magical wards blocked her; no one could get in or out.

On this went for an entire year. Angelina missed Harry something awful. So she nearly cried in relief when his house-elf, Kreacher, brought his new master along by SideAlong Apparation.

The elf hiding himself, Harry swept Angelina into his arms. She leaned into him, enjoying his warmth.

"I've missed you so much!"

Harry gave her a peck on the lips. "Less talking. Right now, more kissing and fucking!"

The couple made out heatedly, Harry undressing Angelina until she could slip out of her Quidditch robes with ease. Harry then slipped a hand into her knickers and felt her up, fondling Angelina's wetness. Dipping fingers in, he found Angelina's clot and began to pinch it between his fingers. The effect was instantaneous.

"Uhhh….Mmmmmmm….Harry…" Angelina rolled her hips into Harry's hand. When the stroking did not stop, she soon resorted to bucking her hips, thrusting her vagina into Harry's palm. Angelina was used to her boyfriend being bold in his sexual attentions - she had never minded an assertive, insistent man when making love. But the one thing she could not abide was a male who maintained the teasing stance for too long.

"Potter….." she warned, before her voice was muffled by his lips pressing tightly against her own once more. Unable to stand it any longer because her pussy and knickers were so sopping wet, Angelina pushed Harry onto her cot.

"I want you inside me, and I want you inside me this moment! Now be a good boy and fuck me until I can't walk! It's been months since you bedded me!" Angelina's voice was angry, even to her own ears. But it was startling effective, mixed in with huskiness. Bestriding Harry expertly, Angelina proceeded to take her boyfriend to bed. Her dark skin and muscles wriggled as she began to rub herself against Harry's body and make love to him. Harry draped the flimsy sheet over them to give them more privacy.

Soon, the only sounds that could be heard inside the tent was the smacking of Harry and Angelina's engaged lips, broken only by their rough, gasp breaths from the effort of fucking each other.

"Grrrr….Uhhhh…. Merlin, Angelina! I don't think I can last much longer," Harry growled.

"Uhhh….Ohhhhh….Harry, stay with me, love. I'm gonna….. gonna….. Oooooo, Merlin, yes! There, right there…" Angelina's eyes rolled into the back of her head, the same way that she now threw her head skyward towards the tent ceiling. Her rolling of her hips became frantic; she was bouncing up and down on Harry's member now. Occasionally, she would open her eyes and, even through clouded vision, come apart at the sight of his vanilla-white manhood sliding in and out of her milk-chocolate colored core. Finally, she could hold it in no longer.

"POTTER!" she cried, and she came. She could feel the pulsing of her vagina as her juices were milked out of her, and the pleasure she reaped from that sensation - so pleasurable, she damn near blacked out. Settling on top of her boyfriend without even bothering to roll off of him, Angelina kissed Harry sweetly, feeling the salty taste of his tongue against her own.

"I love you, Chosen One. Merlin, you know how to make me cum! Stay. Right now, sleep with me."

Sunlight streamed in. The sweaty forms of a black girl and white boy lay tangled amongst the sheets. Angelina awoke first and kissed her lover awake.

"Good morning, Scarhead," she teased. "We made love last night."

"Hell yes we did," Harry naughtily smirked.

"JOHNSON! What is the meaning of this?!"

The pair jumped to find Gwenog Jones standing in the opening of Angelina's tent. Angelina covered herself while Harry quickly explained.

"Please don't fire her, Ms. Jones. It was my fault, my idea. We haven't seen each other in a whole year. I'll leave right now, I promise! Ange didn't tell me any team secrets."

Gwenog sighed. "Get out of here, Potter." As he kissed Angelina goodbye and then Disapparated, the Harpies Captain asked her star Chaser to inform the rest of the team that they would be given time off soon.

In the middle of that summer, Angelina was allowed to visit Harry and the Weasleys at the Burrow. She and Harry made up for lost time. But Angelina could tell there was something on her boyfriend's mind.

She realized it when he sat her down under a tree in the Burrow's yard one morning.

"Angie, I'm sorry but I have to break it off with you. Voldemort is getting stronger and it is too great a risk for him to know our real relationship. We can't be together."

Angelina smiled sadly. "This is for some bigger, nobler reason, isn't it?"

"….Dumbledore left me…. things to find. And…. I'm going to have to go find them alone. It's the only way I can beat Voldemort."

Angelina wanted to cry. She felt that protective pull she had always felt for Harry since he was a little boy and snuggled herself into his lap and embrace. "Then take me with you," she begged.

"No. You have Quidditch."

"For Merlin's sake, Harry, Quidditch is nothing compared to Voldemort! I'll resign from the Harpies right now, it won't be a problem…."

"I said no, Angelina!" and Harry's voice was firm. "You coming with me makes you a target in Voldemort's eyes. You must stay here where it's safe."

Angelina sniffled. "Then let Fred and George go with you."

"Go where?" and the twins came up to the tree.

"She wants you to go with me on a high-stakes mission, since she knows she cannot come herself," Harry reluctantly explained.

Fred shook his head. "No can do, mate. George and I have the joke shop to run."

George nodded eagerly next to him. "But whatever you have to do…. best of luck." He shook Harry's hand and the Twins went back in the house.

"We'd better get in for dinner," Harry observed. He slid Angelina off his lap and kissed her chocolate lips once before heading to the house.

"Harry!" He turned. "I love you," Angelina expressed.

Harry smiled. "I love you, too."