Chapter 9: Tasting Chocolate

Pretty soon, the news that Harry Potter was dating Angelina Johnson had spread throughout the school. And indeed, the mixed-race couple did start going out. They took trips into Hogsmeade together. In the castle, they would find broom cupboards or secret passageways on the Marauder's Map to sneak into for a good snog.

The one place where the pair resolved to keep their hands off each other was the Quidditch pitch. With Umbridge banned from the school by Dumbledore, Harry and the twins were reinstated to their former positions. During practice, Angelina was Captain and commanded Harry, her Seeker. The boyfriend/girlfriend dichotomy never applied on the field. The rest of the team seemed to appreciate this discreteness.

That didn't make it any less frustrating for Harry as he would watch his girlfriend zoom around on her broom. The way her muscles would ripple as she sat or leaned forward to fly turned him on.

One winter's night, the Gryffindor Quidditch Team hit the showers for the evening. Harry took his time, and by the time he was out of the shower, Fred and George were gone. He slipped into the girls' locker room. He could only hear one shower on and a familiar voice humming….

Yup. Katie, Alicia and Ginny had already left. They were alone.

Harry found the stall and slipped inside. Angelina didn't have time to scream before Harry had pressed her up against the wall and given her the deepest kiss on the lips yet.

"You startled me - Mmmmphhhh - Merlin!" Angelina gasped, as Harry pined her wrists above her head with little effort. "Harry, love, we can't -"

"Can," Harry countered. His one hand not holding her wrists took her by the waist and pulled her close.

"Shouldn't-"

"Should." Harry groped lower, caressing Angelina's silky milk-chocolate bum before giving one cheek a squeeze.

"Won't-"

"Will," and Harry assertively raised her leg to his waist, gripping her thigh. Angelina felt a spasm rocket to her core.

"God, no, no, no!" she mewled, half-heartedly twisting her head from side to side, trying to avoid her boyfriend's insistent kisses. When he captured her lips with his yet again and humped her center with his pelvis, she gave in. "I have homework. Shag me already, and be quick about it!"

Harry lifted the black girl up the shower wall, forcing her to wrap her long gorgeous legs around his waist. His rock-hard member pushed through her pussy lips, sheathing inside of her. Angelina gasped from the pinch she felt, but quickly kissed Harry to distract herself. Oh, how she'd missed this!

"Hmmmmmm…Uhhhhhh…" She moaned as she kissed Harry, her nails burrowing in his strands of hair.

Harry began to thrust in and out of her maniacally, not even bothering to build the pace up slowly. Angelina felt her wet, slick body slap against the wall's stone. Her hands were sprawled across Harry's back, feeling up his shoulder blades, rippling with the effort as he pounded into her. It may have been rough, but Angelina didn't mind. When it came to sex, she sometimes liked it rough, as she knew how to play that way on the Quidditch pitch. Between dodging a Bludger or having sex your team's Seeker, what was the difference, really?

"OH GOD, HARRY! YES! YESSS! FUCK ME! FUCK MY PUSSY!"

Even while kissing him, Angelina could sense that Harry's breathing was getting shallower. Finally, with a moaning grunt, Harry climaxed, spewing his seed into Angelina's vagina. Angelina pouted, despite Harry being still deep inside of her.

"You didn't get me off!"

"Oh, but I will!" Harry growled. "You've had a long enough hot shower, Captain."

With her dripping wet, naked body still wrapped around his, Harry ran them to the Quidditch stands. Casting a Warming Charm so neither of them would freeze in just their birthday suits, Harry rolled Angelina over so that she was now deftly straddling him. He had to admit, she looked sexy being on top in this way.

"Bounce up and down on my cock, you minx!" Harry growled.

Angelina smirked devilishly and began to roll her hips into Harry's, her entire body undulating beginning at the bottom curves of her ass. Her rocking sped up, faster and faster, until she was bobbing, bouncing on Harry's cock. She threw back her head and let out a throaty moan.

"Oh, Harry! I'm gonna cum! Cum so bad! Oooooooo…."

"Scream as loud as you want, love," Harry snarled, thrusting into her chocolate pussy with wild abandon. "With my Silencing Charm, no on will hear you scream but me."

His sexy talk made her come undone. "OH, MERLIN, HARRY!" Angelina orgasmed, pumping her juices out so that they milked Harry's cock expertly.

She was about to pull out, but Harry seized her hips, keeping her in place.

"We've got one more round," he growled, and Angelina became weak in the knees.

Next second, they were in the air, on Harry's broom. The Boy Who Lived was now on top, back firmly in command. Angelina had never shagged on a broom in mid-air before, so she was frightened. However, she trusted her lover to not let either of them fall.

Hoisting her deliciously long thighs up over his shoulders, Harry pounded into Angelina's cunt. Angelina's eyes were wide as saucers and she could only make grunts and other small noises as the pair vibrated along the thin length of the broom.

"Fuck, fuck….. uhhhh…uhhhhh…." Angelina groaned. At last, she felt her walls clench tightly around the monstrous penis inside of her. She screamed, "MERLIN'S PANTS!" and climaxed. Then, she could only stare up at the stars above them as Harry bent tight over her and continued to thrust into her until his breathing became shallower again, his thrusting more desperate.

"Huh!" Harry spilled his semen into her. Flakes of snow stuck to their sweaty, intertwined bodies, but neither felt cold in the least.

"Here's hoping…. I didn't get you pregnant," Harry panted. Angelina cupped his face and kissed his lips sweetly.

"You couldn't knock me up, love. I'm on the Muggle pill."

"That's my girl. I love you, Ange."

"I love you too, Harry."