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CHAPTER 15 - HORIZONS

Harry was not often an optimistic person, he was quick to point out how the world was out to kill him, though it did make a bit of difference that he was usually right. On this day however, he was finding himself in a rather decent spot, even though his best friend was poisoned as a result of eating love potion that was meant for Harry. Because said best friend had been quite mad at Harry for shagging their mutual female best friend for months and not telling him, but it was difficult to stay angry at someone who saved your life.

Though it could be better. Especially when that best friend was your starting Keeper and his replacement was a massive arse. And not the good kind.

'Listen up team,' Cormac McLaggen chimed in as they headed toward the pitch, 'Hufflepuff's good but we've got -'

'McLaggen!' Harry snapped for the seventh time. 'I'm going to say this one last time. Don't worry about what your teammates are doing, keep the Quaffle out of the hoops and keep your mouth shut. Do that and we'll be fine.'

The seventh year's face went an angry red but did the second part of what Harry ordered, for now. Before they made their way onto the pitch, Harry spoke to Katie in a loud voice.

'Katie, if things get out of hand and I'm off looking for the Snitch, you're in charge,' he said, then swatted her firmly on the arse and spoke in a whisper, 'but after the match, I'll be in charge, if you catch my drift.'

Katie giggled loudly and Ginny gave her a strange blushing look, then they hit the pitch. They burst out of the entrance on their brooms spreading out in a wide arc to the roars from the red and gold Gryffindor supporters. As the Hufflepuff team entered the stadium, Harry flew right up to McLaggen and slapped him encouragingly on the arm.

'Good luck, Cormac,' he said simply then spun off yelling, 'and remember what I said!'

As he flew by close to Katie she gave him a hard swat on the bum, earning loud 'Woooooos' from the crowd.

Harry got into position in front of the new Hufflepuff Seeker, a third year girl named Kylie Rugan. He tossed her a slick wink just as Madam Hooch blew the whistle to start the match then he burst up high above the pitch, scanning for the Snitch. He wasn't worried about his Chasers down below. Katie, Ginny and even Demelza had been practicing even outside the times he'd scheduled since he told them about the scout.

All three were in amazing form, Ginny was a scoring machine and Demelza was steadily improving, coming into her own style. Katie on the other hand had become a true force. He had played with her for years but he'd never seen her play with such tenacity. Whether it was due to the new broom or the boost to her soul or both, she seemed to be everywhere on the pitch at once.

'That is Katie Bell with the ball,' said a magically amplified serene voice that had Harry momentarily halting and looking toward the commentator booth. 'She was hurt for a long time, I'm glad she's back though. She's a very good kisser.'

'Miss Lovegood!' Professor McGonagall cried from behind Luna. 'Keep your commentary about the game, please!'

Harry laughed out loud and wheeled to continue looking for the Snitch. He saw Rugan doing the same from the other end of the pitch as he ducked low to avoid an incoming Bludger. Continuing his search he caught Katie yelling angrily at McLaggen, but Harry let her handle it.

'It seems the Gryffindor Keeper is having a shouting match with Katie,' Luna said airily. 'Harry always says he's a bit of a prat, I think I see why now.'

'TWENTY TO TEN FOR GRYFFINDOR!' Professor McGonagall's flustered voice called.

Harry swerved hard when he saw the Hufflepuff seeker diving and charged after her but soon recognized it for a feint. He opted to fly right alongside her and guide her back up high, continuing to scan for the Snitch. He knew that even if she saw it first he would be able to outrace her to the Snitch if they stayed together. Fortunately the third year seemed content to stay beside him, even leaning in a little bit as she scanned for that golden ball.

'Oh - it looks like the Seekers have gotten rather close up there,' Luna said. 'I don't blame the Hufflepuff Seeker, Harry is rather dashing. He's also a marvellous shag.'

'MISS LOVEGOOD IF YOU CANNOT KEEP YOUR COMMENTARY PROFESSIONAL I WILL HAVE YOU EXPELLED!' McGonagall screamed at the girl then added. 'SEVENTY TO THIRTY FOR GRYFFINDOR!'

If Harry thought Luna's comment might cause Rugen to put some space between them he was wrong. If anything she leaned even closer into him, making it difficult to steer himself without steering her.

They moved around the pitch like that for some time, neither making eye contact with the Snitch, McGonagall occasionally calling out the score over Luna's babbling.

'GRYFFINDOR ONE-HUNDRED THIRTY, HUFFLEPUFF ONE-HUNDRED,' the Professor's angry voice would cry.

Harry resolutely ignored Luna's comment when she mentioned McLaggen had taken hold of one of his Beater's bats, only cursing under his breath.

'Is your broom even under you anymore?' Harry asked the girl who was practically sitting in his lap.

She mumbled something that was lost in the wind as Harry caught a glint of something gold. He pushed off from the girl and charged upward toward it until he heard a scream beneath him. Harry followed the Snitch with one eye as it arced around, heading down toward the pitch. He dove, not aiming for the Snitch, but the young Kyle Rugen who was falling a few feet away from her broom, screaming her head off. He kept a close watch of the Snitch as they careened downward, closer and closer to the ground.

As he came to pass Kylie he scooped her onto his shoulder, pulling up hard parallel to the ground and charged at the Snitch, hand outstretched. With no hands left to hold onto his broom he had one leg hooked around it with a foot resting on the end, steering. He closed the distance quickly but as he neared it a hand that wasn't his stretched out a little ahead of his own. Harry spun into a barrel roll, coming up on the other side and snagging the Snitch out of the air, holding it high to the cheering Gryffindor audience.

As he landed in the middle of the pitch he heard the Hufflepuff captain complaining obnoxiously to Madam Hooch, 'That's got to be some kind of foul!' but she was having none of it.

Setting the girl down on the ground, Harry turned on her with a cocked eyebrow.

'Well that's one way to bloody well do it,' he said sarcastically.

'Sorry,' she mumbled through a heavy blush. 'Got distracted.'

Harry bent down to give the girl a kiss on the cheek and turned to his half disgruntled, half bemused team.

'Something I did?' Harry asked a very angry looking Katie Bell.

'Cormac bloody McLaggen is off the bloody team,' she ground out. 'I'd rather have a riderless broomstick on the ground than have him.'

'Right,' he said, looking at the more coherent but equally angry Ginny. 'I caught a bit of what happened, how bad was it?'

'I don't think he stopped a single thing,' Ginny began with a sneer, 'and that wasn't even the worst of it. He was talking down to Demelza mid game, almost bringing her to tears until Katie stepped in. Then he grabbed Peakes' bat for some idiotic reason and when Katie went to tell him off he broke her wrist!'

Harry looked down to the wrist Katie was favouring and rushed to hold it tenderly, Snitch and broom forgotten.

'You alright?' he asked quietly.

'I'm fine,' Katie said in frustration, 'but he's not gonna be.' She gestured her head toward McLaggen who was watching from a safe distance away.

'No,' Harry agreed, 'he won't.'

As he walked closer to McLaggen, memories of how he got banned from Quidditch last year flashed in his head, so he opted for a different tact. He could see a red handprint mark across the Keeper's face as he stared at Harry, teeth bared like a snarling dog. Time to give it a poke.

'YOU STUPID, USELESS, BRAINLESS PIECE OF SHITE. NOT ONLY ARE YOU THE WORST KEEPER THE ENTIRE FUCKING WIZARDING WORLD HAS EVER SEEN, YOU'RE SO BAD THAT YOU MIGHT AS WELL BE WEARING A JERSEY FOR THE OTHER TEAM!'

As Harry was reaming out his former replacement Keeper, moving from his lack of Quidditch skills to his lack of equipment in other areas of his life, McLaggen's face was getting redder and redder. Finally the moment Harry was waiting for came when a fat fist was flying at his face. Harry shifted his weight to the side, dodging the blow and cocking his own fist back. With a bit of wandless magic he launched his punch at the red faced scumbag who went flying back about ten feet and landed on his back unconscious. Shaking his sore fist, Harry turned back to the rest of his team only for his lips to be attacked by Katie Bell's.

'I told you she was a wonderful kisser,' a dreamy voice sounded through the air. 'Though she's not quite as adept at it as Harry is, I assure you.'

'MISS LOVEGOOD! TURN. THAT. OFF!' yelled Professor McGonagall's voice from a Sonorus charm somewhere. 'DETENTION, POTTER!'

Harry didn't much care at the moment.

'Well that was quite the game,' an amused voice came from the hospital wing entrance.

'Gwenog,' Harry said in surprise from Katie's bedside. 'Thought you were just sending a scout.'

Gwenog Jones sauntered past the Gryffindor Quidditch team and plopped herself down on the bed beside.

'I did,' Gwenog said, smirking 'but I was curious.'

'So what'd you think of my Chasers?' Harry asked her interestedly.

'You were right about Bell and Weasley,' she said, lounging back a bit, 'great talent there. You know, when they're not fighting off their own Keeper.' She finished off with a grin at the bedridden Katie Bell who was staring at her wide eyed and slack jawed.

A glance at the rest of his team showed the same expression, except for Ritchie Coote who looked confused. Apparently he didn't recognize Gwenog Jones.

'You on the other hand are just what I expected,' Gwenog added, rolling her eyes.

'What's that supposed to mean, Jones,' Harry said with a chuckle.

'Your antics up there are exactly why the Harpies avoid wizards,' she scoffed.

'What do you mean?' he asked, eyes narrowed but mouth curved upwards. 'In case you hadn't noticed it was the witch that was practically sitting in my lap.'

'I don't mean that,' she said, waving her hand. 'Keeping her close was smart; you're obviously the better flyer. I mean catching her, you chivalrous dope. You're such a wizard.'

'I wasn't about to let her fall,' Harry sneered.

'And why not?' she asked with another roll of her eyes. 'She would've been fine, cushioning charms would've taken the worst out of it.'

'Maybe,' Harry admitted, 'but still, she'd have a bed in here for a few days. And this isn't an International Quidditch match, this is a game at school and she's only thirteen years old.'

'Fourteen,' Susan put in from the other side of Katie's bed. 'She turned fourteen last week.'

'That's not the point,' Harry waved away.

'The point is,' Gwenog said loudly, getting Harry's attention back on her, 'that you almost lost because you had a cute girl over your shoulder.'

'I didn't though,' Harry said with a triumphant smile.

'No, you didn't,' Gwenog conceded, grinning at Harry. 'Nice punch by the way. Was that the same prat that was at the party?'

The group all turned to said prat that was currently sleeping in a bed at the other end of the ward.

'Sadly,' Harry said, then gestured at Ron in the bed across the aisle. 'Our main Keeper was poisoned,' Ron gave a weak wave, 'options were limited unfortunately.'

Gwenog Jones eyed Harry for a moment, apparently mulling something over before turning to Katie.

'How's the arm?' she asked.

Katie rolled her wrist a few times, testing it.

'Feels fine,' she said, shrugging a little awkwardly. 'Madam Pomfrey just wants to keep me a bit to make sure, I guess.'

Gwenog tilted her head toward the Matron's office.

'Hey, Poppy!' she called.

Madam Pomfrey came bustling out a moment later. Her stride slowed once she caught sight of Gwenog Jones sitting on one of her beds.

'And here I hoped I'd seen the last of you in here,' Pomfrey said dryly.

'Oh don't be like that,' Gwenog said, smiling. 'I thought I was your favourite patient.'

'Most frequent anyway,' Pomfrey said, rolling her eyes. 'I'm afraid Mr Potter's got you beat on that front nowadays.'

Harry gave her an acknowledging salute.

'Mind if you release Miss Bell?' Gwenog asked sweetly. 'I wanted to take the team out for a fly.'

The entire team's faces lit up at that, looking to Madam Pomfrey hopefully. The matron pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes.

'I suppose she is fine to fly,' Pomfrey said grudgingly to a few cheers from the team, 'but if any one of them come back with so much as a scratch it will be your head, Miss Jones.' She turned to leave but stopped as she thought of something else. 'Except for him,' she added, pointing an accusing finger at Harry. 'Not even Albus Dumbledore could keep him from hurting himself.'

'Appreciate the vote of confidence … Poppy,' Harry finished with a smirk.

'Oh, don't you bloody well start!' Madam Pomfrey admonished, though there was a slight smile on her face.

'What about me?' Ron asked hopefully. 'Can I go with them?'

Madam Pomfrey stared at him for a moment before she responded.

'No.'

Ron grumbled a curse and sat back in his bed as Madam Pomfrey went back to her office.

'Shall we?' Harry asked, holding his arm out for the captain of the Holyhead Harpies.

'Let's,' she answered, grabbing his arm.

The group walked through the Hogwarts halls to the Quidditch pitch where a woman was waiting there with Gwenog's broom.

'You had all this planned, didn't you?' Harry asked with a chuckle.

'Maybe,' Gwenog said teasingly. 'See you in the air!'

With that she was off like a shot, robes billowing behind her epically.

Behind Harry the woman who had Gwenog's broom was talking animatedly to his three Chasers. Walking through drills she wanted them to run for her and a few flying and vision tests. She was also giving his two beaters some direction on what role they'd fill for the drills.

Harry mounted his own broom and shot off after Gwenog who was high above the pitch at this point. He caught up with her above the Great Lake as she was floating slowly through the clouds. He moved directly beside her so he wouldn't have to yell, his side up against hers.

'If I didn't know any better I'd say you were trying to get me alone,' Harry said smoothly.

'Well good thing you don't know any better,' Gwenog simpered, swinging her leg around onto Harry's broom so she was straddling him, and leaning in close. 'Want to show me how you can handle that broomstick, Potter?'

Harry grabbed her ass, sliding her right onto his lap and she yelped in surprise. He took her broom and placed it behind her, making a cross with his own broom and casting a quick sticking charm.

'I'll be honest,' Gwenog said a little breathlessly, 'I thought you'd be the type to shove me off because of your girlfriend down there.'

'She's not my girlfriend,' Harry said, running his hands along her hips. 'Just a very, very good friend. To be honest, she'll get off on hearing about this almost as much as I will. That is, if you're not about to back out now.'

Gwenog grinned wickedly at him, sliding her fingers through his wind tousled hair.

'Not every day a girl gets to shag Harry Potter on a broom,' she said coyly. 'Just hope a little boy like you can keep up is all.'

Harry cocked an eyebrow at the famous witch and pulled out his wand. With a tap at her core the fabric peeled back for him, revealing her bare sex.

'Shit,' she gasped as Harry's hand made contact with it.

He tapped his wand again at his own manhood which sprung free in front of her.

'Call me a little boy again,' he said seductively, lifting her up and penetrating her wetness in one smooth motion.

'Fuuuuck,' she moaned, grabbing him desperately.

'Oh, I will,' he promised, making her cry out again as he started to move her.

'You shagged Gwenog Jones of the Holyhead Harpies!' Katie Bell moaned again as he moved in and out of her.

'I did,' Harry grunted out. 'Twice. But right now I'm shagging Katie Bell of the Gryffindor … fuck it who cares.'

They were in their usual spot in the showers of the Gryffindor girl's locker room. Harry had her up against the wall as the shower beat against his back. Suddenly he saw Katie's eyes dart over his shoulder and a small smile played on her lips.

'Oh, fuck me Harry!' she said a little louder than usual. 'Did you shag Gwenog this good too?'

Harry just grunted and moved quicker inside of her.

'Are you thinking about Ginny again when you're inside of me?' she asked suddenly.

Harry's eyes snapped up to hers and she bit her lip, flicking her eyes over his shoulder again and Harry redoubled his efforts.

Katie continued to this effect as Harry made her moan in genuine overwhelming pleasure. Her little shtick eventually fell to the wayside as Harry sent her over the edge various times. When he was about to finish himself he spun her around and laid her down on the floor. Locking his eyes on Ginny Weasley as he came inside Katie Bell. The younger Chaser was half hidden by a locker but Harry could clearly see her trousers pulled down and her knickers pushed to the side, fingers pumping away furiously. Her eyes went wide when Harry looked at her but her motion didn't stop, she pushed herself further until her orgasm erupted over her, a strangled moan seeping through the hand that covered her mouth. After an awkward moment she bolted from the room.

Harry looked down at Katie who had a knowing grin on her face.

'You really should just shag her,' she said with an airy sigh. 'Looks like she really needs it.'

Harry pulled out of her and sat back against the wall.

'Can't,' he said, 'she has a boyfriend. Not to mention I think Ron really would kill me if he found out.'

'You're not afraid of You-Know-Who but you're afraid of Ronald Weasley?' Katie asked derisively.

Harry snorted. 'I suppose you have a point.'

'You know,' Katie said, sliding up into his lap. 'Speaking of Gryffindor Chasers -'

'Demelza?' Harry interrupted quickly. 'She's too young, isn't she?'

Katie's eyes narrowed at Harry.

'Yes, she is, you perv,' she said, slapping his wet chest. 'I was talking the former kind. Angelina and Alicia expressed interest when I wrote them about what we've been up to.'

'I don't have to shag every woman I know,' Harry said, though he looked thoughtful. 'Besides, I have more important things to deal with at the moment.'

'I suppose you do,' Katie said, hugging Harry tight. 'As do I.'