Chapter 17
Saturday, 10 May 1997
Hogwarts, Scotland
It was bloody cold for May, only about 8 degrees Celsius, and there was a gentle breeze from the northeast that made it feel like only 6. Fortunately, it was sunny. That meant he had a better chance of catching the snitch quickly. Harry applied a warming charm to his robes and hurried along with the rest of the team to the changing rooms.
This was where the trunks put them at a disadvantage. In Pottershire, the temperature was a comparatively balmy 16 degrees, and had been for more than a week. In Scotland, meanwhile, there had been snow only four nights before. The Ravenclaws had been practicing in it the entire time, while the Gryffindors had a comparably nicer pitch to use.
"Brrrr," Natalie shook after entering the changing rooms and throwing off the cloak she'd been wearing. "I can't believe how cold it is!"
"I know," Demelza agreed, casting off from Jimmy to follow Natalie to the girls' side. "And Ravenclaw's a tough team this year."
"We're better," Ginny said confidently. "Now let's get changed and ready to go! C'mon, hustle!"
Not ten minutes later, Harry and the rest of the team were seated in the communal area in their quidditch gear. Ginny was up at the front going over their strategy.
"Chambers, Bradley, and Chang are all returning from last year," she reminded them. "One beater and their third chaser are coming up from their reserves. The other beater is new, as is their keeper. That doesn't mean we can ignore them, though. They favour the power play, and the dopplebeater defence, and they're quite good at them. Their real challenge, though, is Chang. She's good. Jimmy and Richie, I want you to concentrate on her. We can handle the chasers, but keep the bludgers on her. It'll distract her and help Harry out. The Ravenclaws beat Slytherin and Hufflepuff, but only just. Slytherin came within ten points of a draw, and Hufflepuff was tied on points before Chang caught the snitch. Alright?" She got nods from everyone, including Harry. "Then let's get out there!"
The team growled as they got to their feet, moving quickly to the door. Harry applied a powerful warming charm before slipping his wand away as he followed the rest of the team outside. He climbed on his broom and rose up to circle the pitch as his name was called.
Once in the air, he and the rest of the team flew around as the Ravenclaws were introduced. He noted the direction of the sun and how the shadows were cast. He also looked for metallic objects that gave off a glint, and mentally calculated the angles he'd need to be at to get the best possible reflection for various parts of the pitch.
When the balls were released, Harry carefully tracked the snitch as it flew away. He didn't bother looking for Cho, assuming she'd be doing the same. When the whistle sounded after Madam Hooch lofted the quaffle, Harry was off. He'd lost sight of the snitch in the shade of the stands to his right about fifteen seconds before, and he very much wanted to keep this contest as short as possible.
Harry guessed Cho had also lost sight of the snitch, but he didn't know when. He decided to play the angles. He wanted the snitch, and he couldn't worry about her too much. He headed for the middle of the pitch, before pitching right and angling down as he closed on where the snitch had disappeared. He wanted to drive the snitch up and into the sunlight, where he could spot it more easily. By being in the opposite direction of where he wanted it to be, he hoped to drive the snitch where he could see it.
It worked. With his head on a swivel, he caught sight of a glint of gold rising to his left, near the stands. He put on the power, just as he heard Luna's sonorous-enhanced voice echoing across the pitch.
"Oh, it looks like Cho Chang has seen the snitch," she commented airily. Harry couldn't help but snort at that. What came next caused him to guffaw. "It looks like Harry's seen it too. I hope he beats her to it… Sorry professor." Harry couldn't hear McGonagall reprimanding his Ravenclaw friend, but he'd heard her tear into Lee Jordan enough to assume what had happened.
Cho was closer to the snitch, and travelling faster. She'd entered Harry's peripheral vision, so he could see her as she concentrated, extending a hand, chasing the snitch higher and higher. Harry poured on the speed, hoping to catch up, but he computed the distance and velocity and came up short.
Just as he'd resigned himself to having set up his biggest rival for an easy win, two bludgers crossed in front of him. The first slammed into Cho, who hadn't been paying attention. The second, shattered her broom, breaking the enchantments on it. Cho was knocked off her broom, and fell into the stands, the remnants of her broom raining down around her.
Harry tried to ignore the sickening crunch he heard as the other students managed to successfully flee from the falling Ravenclaw seeker. Instead, he homed in on the snitch, redoubling his efforts. Accelerating as fast as his broom would go, Harry rocketed up after the golden ball, which was beating its wings in a furious effort to get away.
"That looks like that hurt Cho Chang," Luna's amplified voice said, as though she were reporting on the wispiness of clouds or the evenness of a freshly mown lawn. "I wonder if she's dead." Harry nearly choked at that. "I don't understand, professor. I didn't say I hoped she was dead, despite that being what I was thinking... Very well, professor."
Throughout Luna's colourful commentary, Harry closed the gap. McGonagall didn't have a chance to chastise Luna after her last comment, as Harry's fingers closed around the cool metal ball, ending the game. He pulled up, raising the snitch above his head as its tiny wings beat futilely against his palm.
He looked down. Madam Pomfrey and Professor Flitwick were both hurrying towards a very bloody Cho Chang. She hadn't fallen very far, perhaps twenty or thirty metres, but she'd also been hit by a bludger, which wouldn't do her any favours. Harry descended to the grass of the pitch, and handed the snitch back to Madam Hooch, who was busy looking up, trying to see where Cho was in the stands. From the angle, though, Harry could tell it was impossible.
"Is she going to be alright?" she asked.
"I hope so," Harry said. "There's quite a bit of blood."
"Fantastic catch, Harry!" Ginny gushed as she landed. "Great work, everyone!"
"What was the score?" Harry asked, not having paid attention.
"We got two goals in before you ended it," Katie said, glancing up at where a crowd was clearly visible near where Cho was. Harry looked over as Jimmy and Richie landed. They were both ashen.
Harry handed the snitch back to Madam Hooch and walked through the rest of the team, who all congratulated him. He kissed Katie, but stopped her after a couple seconds. He had to do something. Walking up to Jimmy and Richie, he looked at them both.
"It bloody sucks, doesn't it?" he said. Without specifying what, in fact sucked, they both nodded. "Look," Harry continued. "Beating is part of the game. People are going to get hurt, especially seekers. I've been hurt plenty of times. It comes with the territory. Here are the facts: one, you did nothing wrong; two, Cho got sloppy; and three, your actions won us the match."
"Yeah," Jimmy sighed. "I still don't like that she got hurt, though. I mean, what if she dies? What if she's already dead?"
"Would it help to know that Cho and her friends are the ones who harassed Luna the first few years she was here?" Harry wondered. "I know you're both friends with Luna, or at least I seem to recall you were both being very friendly with her at that pool party a few months ago…" Both boys blushed, the first colour Harry had seen from them since the end of the game. "So how about you both stop being so worried, and let Madam Pomfrey do her work? She'll fix Cho up in no time, and you can go back to ignoring or hating her as you choose. Madam Pomfrey does good work. She's fixed me up loads of times, and from… y'know, maybe not worse than what happened to Cho, but definitely as bad as, so don't worry."
"Alright," Richie nodded as Natalie came over and hugged him.
"C'mon, boys," Demelza said, collecting Jimmy. "Thanks, Harry, but we'll take it from here." Harry grinned and winked at the lads as the girls led them away.
Harry and the rest of the team followed along behind, first to change out of their uniforms and then back to the common room.
"I can't believe we won the cup in my first season as captain!" Ginny said from behind Harry and Katie as they walked up to the castle.
"With Harry as seeker?" Dean asked incredulously. "C'mon, it was bound to happen."
"I'd be more worried about year after next, if I was you," Katie said off-handedly.
"Why's that?" Ginny asked, looking suddenly wary.
"I won't be here next year," Katie said, "but year after next you'll be replacing Harry, Fay, and Dean. That's a big task, especially considering the chaser turnover. Plus, you'll have the pro scouts after you that year in a big way. Can't look foolish, or you'll not get those offers from the league teams."
"How're Angelina and Alicia doing, by the way?" Harry wondered.
"Well, the reserves don't play much, but they're getting pretty good training," Katie allowed. "I don't wanna jinx it, but I'm expecting my own owl from the Harpies in the next few days."
"That'd be brill," Dean acknowledged. "You three were great together. Right now, the Harpies starting chasers are good, but they play second fiddle to Gwenog Jones, a beater, which is rare. You three'd be a team of equals, and might even eclipse Jones in fame."
"Here's hoping," Katie nodded. "If I do get the job, though, Harry and I might end up on opposing teams."
"Really?" Harry asked, eyes wide. This was the first he'd heard of anything.
"I had a brief chat with the Tornadoes scout while you were consoling our beaters," Katie informed him. "He was interested in both of us, and asked if you'd expressed any interest in playing professionally. I told him I was hoping for a contract with the Harpies, and couldn't speak for you, but thought you'd at least give any offer due consideration once you were done school."
"Gee, Harry, should I ask for your autograph now, or wait until you're even more famous?" Dean joked.
"Har har har," Harry deadpanned.
Ginny continued to press Katie for information about the scout and advice for the next two seasons until the team filed into the common room. The team bask in the adulation of their fans for a few minutes, before Ginny suggested the team relax at Harry's place. Harry knew that was code for shag at Harry's place. With a shake of his head at the audacity of the girl, and a grin at what was likely in the offing, Harry followed the team, and those sixth years who tagged along, up to the sixth year boys' dorm to travel to Potter House.
It wasn't long before a nude Harry exited the men's changing room by the pool to find the expected Slytherins already in the hot tub.
"Cracking win," Blaise commented as Harry approached.
"He almost flubbed it," Daphne pointed out.
"She's right," Harry agreed. "I was trying to move the snitch where I wanted it, and I ended up putting it closer to Cho."
"Fortunately, the Gryffindor team is highly coordinated, and the beaters were able to intercept her for you," Blaise noted.
"That was Ginny," Harry commented as he climbed in next to Millie. "She told the beaters to target Cho, so they were already focused on her when she made her move."
"It was brilliant of her," Katie said as she arrived at the tub.
"Hey there, sexy," Harry smiled up at her, holding out a hand to help her in. She accepted and settled down next to him.
"I hope she's OK," Millie said with a concerned look on her face.
"Professor Flitwick didn't look too concerned when we left," Blaise offered. "She didn't look worse than Summerby after he ploughed into the ground back in March." Millie nodded.
"Room for two more?" Hermione asked, arriving with Neville at her side.
"For you two? Always," Harry said, gesturing to the empty spots between Katie and Blaise.
"So, what's next for you, now that quidditch is over?" Blaise asked.
"This one's got NEWTs," Harry said, nodding at Katie.
"And we've got our own exams," Hermione reminded him.
"Sure," Harry agreed. "Then I've actually got a fairly full schedule for the summer. First week in July I've a meeting with the Unspeakables so they can fix my scar…"
"They've set a date?" Hermione asked, surprised.
"Thursday, the third," Harry confirmed. "After that, old Voldyshorts can finally be offed."
"Thank Merlin," Neville sighed happily.
"How're you gonna do that?" Tracey asked, confused.
"Same way we got the other objects we needed to," Harry smirked. "Dobby will go collect him and pop him to the Ministry, where Aurors'll be waiting to separate his head from his body."
"That'll work?" Millie asked, doubtful. "It sounds too easy."
"Even Tom Riddle needs to sleep," Harry pointed out. "Dobby can sense his soul, and will pop to him about two in the morning, stun him, grab him, and pop him out. Easy."
"That's… brilliant," Blaise blurted. "Why didn't someone think of that before?"
"Because most people know fuck all about house elves," Harry snorted. "Anyway, after that, I'm going to start vising the Potter properties in Britain, and getting my elves to fix them up. It'd be nice to have some places in the real world to entertain those I don't want to allow here."
"Then Harry's taking me to America for two weeks in August," Katie announced happily.
"Well, there's a Wizengamot meeting at the end of July I'll need to sit on first," Harry allowed.
"And your birthday," Neville pointed out.
"And that," Harry allowed.
"Where in America are you going?" Daphne asked.
"Boston, New York, Philadelphia, Washington, Chicago, San Francisco, and Los Angeles," Katie informed her.
"You're going to see all that in two weeks?" Hermione asked, aghast. "Do you know how big America is?"
"First, the size doesn't matter, as we'll be taking portkeys from city to city," Harry said. "Second, we're hitting the highlights: mostly museums and historical sites, though we're booked on a Hollywood studio tour in Los Angeles."
"That sounds very one-sided," Blaise pointed out.
"I have enough nature here," Harry shrugged. "After last summer's disappointment in Majorca, I'm only touring for culture, not for relaxation or environment. The last half of August we'll be here, relaxing before I start school and Katie does… whatever she decides to do."
Before Katie could weigh in on that, a loud moan echoed through the room. Harry turned around and saw Jimmy atop Demelza and Natalie atop Richie as Jimmy's face was buried between Astoria's legs and Luna lay next to Richie, with her tit in his mouth.
"I swear to the goddess…" Daphne spat, moving to get up.
"Relax," Millie calmed her, pulling her back down. "You know she's on the potion. Who cares what she does?"
"I care!" Daphne snapped. "She could ruin her reputation!" Millie snorted, then unsuccessfully held back a laugh. "What's so funny?"
"How many people have you heard talking about what goes on at Harry's?" Millie asked, eyes dancing. "That's right… none. No one here is going to blab about these parties, and no one here's going to care if Astoria shags every bloke here, so long as their girlfriends are OK with it. I've shagged Harry loads of times. Do you think less of me? Do you think less of Harry? He's shagged at least four girls in this room, that I know of."
"I'm just worried that it'll ruin her chances to marry well," Daphne sighed.
"I'm not," Millie said. "D'you know why?" Daphne shook her head. "Because she's a Greengrass. You guys are almost as rich and influential as Harry, there. You have three hundred square miles of land in trunks and several dozen in Britain, plus your father's business. Not to mention she's gorgeous. Even if the entire world found out she'd shagged a hundred blokes, there'd still be a line to propose. It's people like Tracey and I who have to worry. My name's tarnished thanks to my dad, and Tracey didn't get born with a name that was worth much. Fortunately for her, Blaise doesn't seem to mind."
"I don't mind either," Harry interjected.
"That's because you're a descent human being," Millie said, smiling at him and squeezing his hand underwater, before turning back to Daphne.
"You need to understand," Millie continued. "Harry and Neville? They're the new leaders of Magical Britain. Oh, sure, the people who're adults now will be there for a while, but do you really think Sirius, Remus, or Amelia Bones are going to look down on Astoria, when they've done exactly the same thing? Hell, everyone in Hufflepuff is guilty of worse!"
"Sirius and Madam Bones haven't done what Astoria's doing," Daphne corrected.
"So, they're not shagging each other's brains out without being married?" Millie asked pointedly. "That's what we're talking about here. The rest is semantics." Millie tried another tack. "Look at it this way: everyone knows that Sirius and Amelia are shagging and practically living together full time. Has anyone shunned them? Has anyone decided not to do business with Sirius? Of course not! Doesn't Astoria deserve to live her life as she wants? Doesn't she deserve to be happy?"
"She does look quite happy," Blaise observed, looking past Harry. Harry turned to see Astoria on her back, Richie hammering into her while she eagerly sucked on Jimmy's cock as he was passionately snogging Natalie. Luna was sucking on Astoria's breast, while Demelza was kissing Richie as he worked.
Closer to the hot tub, Ron was already shagging Lavender, while Parvati was riding Seamus. Dean and Ginny were snogging, hands busy, and Fay was leaning in close to get a better view as she fingered herself.
"Fuck, that's hot," Millie swore. Harry turned back, to see Millie practically drooling over the cornucopia of sex on display. When she looked at Harry, he saw the need in her eyes. Then she looked at Katie. "Can I borrow him?"
"Sure," Katie said. Harry didn't need to see her, he could hear the smile in her reply. Harry did turn and look at her.
"Love you," he said happily, snuggling close for a kiss.
He'd barely separated from Katie when Millie lunged at him, and he caught her. She was instantly on him, straddling him. Her mouth found his as he steadied her with one hand. The other found one of her breasts, his fingers sliding over her wet nipple. She shuddered and redoubled her efforts. He felt her hand on his cock as she quickly adjusted it, and angled it towards her opening. The hot water actually made it a bit more difficult, but she slid onto his cock and started riding.
"Millie!" Daphne protested. "You're getting water everywhere!"
Harry didn't wait for her to respond. He stood, pulling her with him, twisting around, and laying her on the floor beside the tub, her legs still in the water. She gasped at the cool tile, but didn't stop, her hand reaching around to his arse to force him deeper into her. Katie slid out of the tub and distracted Millie with her mouth as Harry turned up the speed. His hand moved to her clit, and he stroked it as he watched Ron blow his load on Lavender's tits. It didn't take much longer before Millie was shuddering and moaning below him as her orgasm overtook her. It wasn't a moment too soon for Harry, who pulled out as she was still shaking, and fired several ropes of jism across both girls' torsos.
"I thought you were going to save some of that for me today," Ginny said. Harry looked up to see her, Dean, and Fay standing over them.
"Don't worry," Harry said confidently. "For you, there's more." Katie didn't bother responding, as she was busy licking his come off Millie's stomach as her head travelled closer and closer to Millie's cunny. It was almost cute how she was slowly lining up the sixty-nine with Millie. "I think Katie might be busy, though," Harry observed. "So, you might have to wait, Dean."
"I could sub in," Fay offered, looking at Dean and Ginny.
"It's fine by me," Ginny said as Dean and Ginny traded looks. "As long as I get shagged rotten, I don't care who's shagging you. Just don't run off."
"Wouldn't dream of it," Dean grinned, his white teeth shining brightly against his dark skin.
"Where d'you want it?" Harry asked Ginny. She looked around, then bent over the end of the massage block, presenting her arse to him. "Hey," he said, seriously. "First time at least, I want a bit of foreplay first." He pulled her up, turned her around, and pressed her bum up against the smooth stone. He leaned in and kissed her. "Sorry," he said softly when he pulled back. "I had a bad experience when the other girl wouldn't kiss me."
"You won't have that problem with me," Ginny promised, kissing him back, and wrapping him up in a hug. They snogged for some time as Harry recharged. Their kissing became more passionate, and their hands started to roam. His fingers traced across her lithe body, dancing over her soft breasts and trailing through her trimmed red thatch, finding her swollen entrance.
"I think I'm ready now," he whispered.
"Then what're you waiting for?" Ginny asked, smirking. He noticed her glance over to where Dean was causing Fay to make some very interesting noises as he bent her over the massage block. Harry decided to emulate his team mate, and turned Ginny around. She quickly bent at the waist, her head turned toward Fay as she lay across the slab.
Harry took his erection in his hand and guided it into her warm, moist centre. He slid in easily, and as he did, Ginny made a gurgling noise that caused his dick to throb. Once he was fully seated, he looked over at Dean, who was looking at where he was joined with Ginny.
"Alright?" he asked the dark boy. Dean looked up at Harry and nodded firmly, then he grinned and gestured to where he was balls deep in Fay.
"Hurry up, Harry!" Ginny pleaded. Harry, not wanting to displease his partner, pulled out only to slam it home again. Then he took up a steady, rhythmic thrusting as he grabbed Ginny by the hips. Having just come, he was in no danger of doing that again anytime soon, and he enjoyed the differing sensations that came with a new cunny.
After two minutes, he pulled out and nudged Ginny until she rolled over. She was touching Fay, but neither girl seemed to mind. Harry lifted Ginny's legs over his shoulders, aimed for her opening again and thrust home.
From this new position, he could watch as her small breasts jiggled with each thrust, and he could watch as her face contorted with pleasure. He also managed to get a hand between her legs and stimulated her clit. His other hand danced across her breasts, teasing her nipples. It wasn't long before Ginny cried out, moaning his name as she shook beneath him.
He stopped, resting for a moment as the feelings washed over the younger girl. Then he pulled out, but he wasn't done with her yet. With her legs still over his shoulders, he dropped to his knees and buried his face in her pussy. He took several long licks with his tongue up her slit, causing her to shudder again. The tip played with her clit, and dove into her folds, tasting her for the first time.
Having just come, he didn't want to overstimulate her, so he stopped, and got back to his feet.
"Alright, Gin?" he asked, leaning over the still panting redhead.
"Oh, yeah," Ginny sighed contentedly. "Thanks, Dean," she added, looking over to where her boyfriend was still thrusting into Fay.
"No problem," Dean panted.
"Wanna switch?" Harry asked the boy.
"Sure," Dean agreed, pulling out of Fay and trading places with Harry. Harry rolled Fay over into the position Ginny was in, and stepped between her legs. She propped herself up on her elbows to look at him.
"Hey," he said easily. "This alright?"
"Yeah," Fay smirked. "It's alright." Harry leaned over and kissed her, taking the opportunity to massage her breasts with his hands.
"Good," he said, straightening up. Then he took his cock and placed it at her opening, still gaping, swollen, and wet from Dean's attention. He thrust in effortlessly.
Not even a minute later, he felt hands on his shoulders, and Katie pressed up behind him.
"How's it going, stud?" she asked saucily. "I see Fay seems to be having a good time."
"Fuck yes," Fay gasped out as Harry's hand found her clit.
"Did you and Millie enjoy each other's company?" Harry asked as he leaned in for a kiss.
"Yes," Katie grinned at him, glancing down to where Millie was nearly comatose next to the hot tub. "That's a new taste."
"That's Ginny," Harry told her. "I highly recommend her. I can't speak to Dean, but Fay here seemed to enjoy him."
"Oh, yeah," Fay moaned in agreement. "That boy's as good with his cock as you."
"That's a ringing endorsement if ever I've heard one," Katie laughed. "What'd'you say, Ginny? Can I get some attention from Dean?"
"Sure," Ginny replied from where she and Dean were cuddling on the floor, leaning up against the block. "I'm still recovering from Harry's attention."
Katie helped Dean up, and lay back against the slab, copying Fay. Harry redoubled his efforts for Fay, and lost track of his girlfriend until she cried out two minutes later. He looked over and saw Dean thrusting rapidly into her, both their faces scrunched up in concentration and pleasure.
"Gonna come," Dean moaned out. As Harry watched, he pulled out of Katie and sprayed rope after rope of come up her body, leaving it glistening.
Harry wasn't the only one watching Dean and Katie fucking. The display was too much for Fay, who passed the tipping point and shuddered and moaned through her own orgasm. Her cunny rippled around Harry's dick, which pushed him past the point of no return as well. Rather than copy Dean, Harry just unloaded inside Fay. His knees went weak as he finished, and he leaned forward, collapsing on top of his partner.
"That was out-fucking-standing," Harry sighed, his head pillowed on Fay's breasts and turned to gaze at his satisfied girlfriend.
"It really was," Fay agreed. "I think I'm gonna miss this the most." She gestured to the group, spent from sex.
"When?" Katie asked, still wallowing in the feel of her own orgasm.
"This summer?" Fay listed. "After I graduate next year? Fuck… tomorrow? Take your pick."
"You're always welcome here," Katie offered. "Millie's been coming over every week or so for a shag. You can too."
Another moan distracted Harry, and he looked over to the floor behind the hot tub to see two couples shagging: Blaise and Tracey weren't a surprise, though Harry did think watching them, that they were a good fit together.
The surprise was Neville and Hermione, who were right next to them. Hermione was on top, and had obviously just had a massive orgasm. She was leaning back, her chest heaving and glistening with sweat, nipples protruding prominently. Her hair was dishevelled, and she had a satisfied smile on her face. Beneath her, Neville was panting too. His face looked like he'd won a million galleons, and he was looking at Hermione like she was the only woman in the world.
Harry pulled his shrinking member out of Fay, and helped her up before he returned to the hot tub, sitting easily on the edge, with his feet in the water. Fay and Katie joined him on either side.
"I suppose Tracey didn't want to shag you after all," Katie said, looking over to where Blaise rolled off the girl in question.
"What?" Tracey asked, still lost from her own pleasure.
"I said, I guess you don't want to shag Harry after all," Katie repeated.
"Woah, is the queue still opened?" she asked, sitting up.
"Just closed, I think," Katie said. "Pretty sure his limit's two orgasms."
"Oh, come on," Tracey whined, returning to the edge of the hot tub as well. "I bet he can do three."
"Well, of course he can," Katie laughed. "But that third one's for me."
"Can I have the fourth?" Tracey begged.
"Sorry," Katie said, a twinkle in her eye. "Maybe next time. Besides, Hermione's in front of you, especially if that means I can fuck Neville again."
"No," Neville said. "I don't need or want any other women. Hermione's it for me."
"And Neville's it for me," Hermione added, leaning over and kissing her boyfriend. She looked over to where everyone from the hot tub was watching them. "What?"
"Besides the fact that you shagging Neville is bloody hot, you're also so sweet it's ridiculous," Katie said. "If you lot don't get married and have lots of babies, there's no justice in the world." Both of them blushed furiously at that.
"I guess that means Blaise and I move up the queue then," Tracey said matter-of-factly.
"Sure," Katie grinned. "After Harry's shagged Millie, and Fay, and Ginny, next time he can have a go at you, and Blaise can have me when Millie and Dean're done. Unless, of course, Daphne wants to get in on the action. Single will always be ahead of couples."
"No thanks," Daphne said, rolling her eyes. She looked flushed and uncomfortable.
"So, if I wanted to shag you…" Seamus said, approaching with Parvati, Ron, and Lavender.
"Hypothetically, yes," Katie said, grinning, "but you just don't do it for me, Seamus, so I'll have to pass." Next to him, Ron guffawed. "Fortunately for you, Parvati doesn't seem to share my opinion. She might not want to be your girlfriend, but she sure doesn't seem to mind letting you play in her garden." Harry watched the Indian girl blush. "Sorry, Ron, but I'll also have to pass on you, as well. Nothing personal, but I don't care for redheads."
"Not a problem," Lavender piped up. "I'll not be sharing him again. This boy's mine, now." She wrapped him up in a hug from behind.
"Is this where the party's at?" Jimmy asked as the six younger teens walked up. They were all pink, dishevelled, and grinning. Both Jimmy and Richie's dicks were red and soft. They looked all done in.
"I suppose," Harry said. Then he caught sight of Astoria. She was absolutely covered in drying semen. Apparently, Daphne saw her at the same time.
"Astoria, what the hell?" Daphne cried.
"D'you like it?" Astoria asked, posing. Her face was caked in it, as were her neck, both small breasts, her stomach, crotch, her right forearm, and her left thigh. "It's seven loads worth! Every time Jimmy or Richie came, we had them come on me. I heard it's great for the skin."
"How the hell did you guys even come seven times?" Ron asked, amazed.
"I came four times, and Richie came three," Jimmy said.
"Next time, I get to be the one covered in come!" Luna piped up, excited.
"I didn't think girls actually enjoyed bukkake," Harry reasoned.
"It's fun!" Astoria informed him. "It feels weird, but it's warm and slimy and neat! D'you wanna come on me too?" She looked hopeful. Harry glanced at Daphne who seemed resigned to whatever might happen. Then he looked at Katie, who winked at him.
"You're a bit young for me, aren't you?" Harry asked, trying to... he wasn't sure what he was trying to do.
"I'm only two years younger than you," Astoria reminded him. "Besides, you don't have to touch me, just come on me. I bet Katie could help you out if you need some stimulation."
"Sure, I could," Katie said, grinning. She stood, and helped Harry to his feet. Looking around, her eyes fell on Dean, Seamus, and Ron. "C'mon you lot, donate for the cause of clear skin!" she said playfully. "Let's get this girl covered in jism!" She pulled Harry closer to Astoria, and drew him into an embrace, kissing him and reaching between his legs, grasping his hardening member. Around them, the other boys and their partners joined them.
Once hard, Harry got Katie down on her hands and knees and thrust into her from behind. On his own knees, Harry was at crotch level to Lavender and Parvati, who were both snogging their partners. Parvati had Seamus' cock in her hand and she was pulling hard, her cunny dark with her obvious arousal. Lavender had one leg up around Ron's waist, her pussy hidden by Ron's erection that was sliding between her legs, but not into her.
Harry looked around. Ginny was bent over at the waist, grabbing her ankles as Dean penetrated her from behind. Even Jimmy and Richie seemed eager to get back into action, their girlfriends poised to assist. Natalie was on her knees in front of Richie, blowing him, her pert bum stuck out where Harry could easily see it. Demelza was snugged up behind Jimmy, whispering in his ear as her arm reached around him and wanked him off.
Having already come twice, it took Harry a bit longer, but he got an assist from Millie, who thoughtfully walked up to him, and wrapped her leg around his shoulder so he got an up-close look at her aroused cunny. He repaid her kindness with his tongue as he lapped at her clit. Fay also moved to help, pressing her firm breasts into Harry's back. He thanked her with his hand, which was just able to reach behind him and find her womanhood.
Soon, the pool room was full of moans, gasps, and grunts, as practically everyone was enjoying their partners. It was difficult for Harry to see, with Millie's crotch in his face, but he didn't really care. Eventually, Millie pressed his face firmly into her folds, making it hard for him to breathe, but she quickly shuddered and released him. Sighing with contentment, she dismounted him, and went back to Daphne's side in the hot tub.
In the few moments before Fay replaced her, unasked, Harry could see Blaise and Tracey were also at it again, though Neville and Hermione weren't. They were sitting in Blaise and Tracey's spot next to Daphne, watching the goings on and engaged with the girl in quiet conversation. Then Fay's womanhood obscured his view, and he eagerly tongued her clit.
"I'm gonna come," Harry heard Ron gasp.
"Here!" Astoria called out eagerly. Harry heard her footsteps patter across the floor. Then Ron grunted, and sighed.
"Astoria, get over here!" Blaise exclaimed next. Again, the little footsteps ran across the floor, and Harry heard a grunting noise.
It was a minute later, as Seamus called out for Astoria, that Fay quivered and moaned as she, too, came. She pulled off Harry just in time for him to see Dean ejaculate onto Astoria's arm. He was soon followed by Richie and then Jimmy, who came on the backs of her thighs. Then Harry was the last one standing.
"C'mon Harry, you can do it!" Ginny called out, moving close.
"Yeah!" Demelza agreed. "C'mon Harry!" Then it seemed that all the girls were closing in around him, exposing themselves to him as encouragement. It wasn't until Natalie pushed his face into her tits that he felt the onrush of his impending orgasm.
"Astoria," Harry grunted around Natalie's flesh. "Are you ready?"
"Yeah!" Astoria said. "Quick Natalie, let him go!" Harry pulled out of Katie, and looked over to find Astoria next to him, bent over.
"Erm… where d'you want it?" he asked.
"My bum," Astoria instructed. Harry complied, aiming right at the top of the cleft between her cheeks. It took two strokes of his fist before he crested the peak, and sprayed his release against her. He turned left and right, cover both cheeks. When he finished, he pulled back a bit, and watched as a glob of white slid between her cheeks past her puckering hole and down her slit, ending on her clit. "That's twelve!"
"I think you've got Cho beat," Katie grinned from the floor.
"Thanks guys!" Astoria beamed as she straightened up.
"Now what?" Ginny asked, laughing.
"I dunno," Astoria said honestly. "I mean, am I supposed to rub it in, or just let it dry there?"
"You're the expert," Demelza shrugged. "I thought you knew."
"No," Astoria admitted. "I heard it from Flora Carrow."
"Seeing as it's mostly already dried, I don't suppose there's much you can do," Tracey pointed out.
"Dry it is," Astoria decided. "Now that we've established that, what's next?"
"I think this party's about over," Harry said. "I don't think any of us is up for much more. How's dinner and a film sound to everyone? I've got a couple new ones: Grosse Point Blank and McHale's Navy."
"Sounds good to me," Neville agreed. The others nodded, exhausted from where they sat or stood. With that, the last quidditch victory party of Harry's sixth year ended.