"Glorious day for Quidditch if I do say so myself" Ginny Weasley said as she all but dragged Harrie into the changing room. Harrie loved flying she really did, what she didn't love was having to get up early on a Sunday because the game had to be postponed due to snow flurries.
The rest of the team trudge into after the two captains and everyone had taken to calling them, much to Harries ire. She didn't want reasonability she wanted normality.
"What's that blonde douche doing down here?"
"He's the seeker fool, that younger guy piked" Ginny said slapping Tim (the fifth-year chaser) around the back of the head
Harrie raced over and looked out into the other changing room and saw the only blonde douche she wanted to see in the seeker position. She clenched her thighs in delight and hurried back to finish getting her gloves on.
The stadium was full, and the cheers were loud. Harrie felt herself getting excited like nothing but Quidditch ever made her feel…well except maybe sexy blondes when they looked at her like that, she hastily added when Malfoy gave her a smirk.
"Going to play fair are you Wallace?" Ginny asked the Slytherin Captain as they stood on the pitch, waiting for the whistle.
"You know me Weasley, anything goes in Quidditch" The bulky Slytherin said as he waved his beaters bat dangerously close to Ginny's broom. Ginny just rolled her eyes, having so many big brothers meant male scare tactics were completely lost on her.
"Yeah that's why you always lose mate" One of the Gryffindor beaters said snorting at the rest of the team flexing their muscles and glaring down at them. Why was everyone so god damn tall? and no girls as usual, major sausage fest as always.
"Surprised you aren't sitting in the stands basking in the glory of your fans Potter" Wallace suddenly spat, giving her a dark look
"Oh, but I love having big, hard shafts between my thighs more" Harrie said fluttering her eye lashes and pulled her broom stick up in an obscene gesture, as the rest of her team laughed at the look of shock on the opposing teams face. Malfoy was clenching his jaw so tightly Harrie felt sorry for his teeth.
Everyone was saved a come back by Madam Hooch starting the coin toss, Slytherin predictably chose tails. Ginny smirked when the coin showed a head and blew a kiss to Wallace as they all kicked off to start the game.
Harrie rejoiced being back in the air, she really did love flying.
Draco took off and tried to keep his eyes and mind on the game but hearing Potter talk about hard and shafts and thighs was just ruining his game focus. Her thighs always did look fantastic in her uniform and the way she flew with a look of pure delight on her face had his stomach swooping in ways that had him questioning everything he thought he knew about himself. A bludger flying scarily close to his face had his refocusing on the game…briefly anyway
The match went on with the usual back and forth and somewhat underhanded tactics. Ginny and the other chasers were no match for the Slytherin ones and Gryffindor was soon leading 70-20. Harrie started doing flips and sharp turns and feints while keeping her eyes open for any flashes of gold. Soon enough Malfoy started chasing her, deciding to play she suddenly pulled a sharp left turn and 'accidently' knocked the handle of his broom causing him to wobble and having to concentrate on maintain his course.
"Fuck you Potter!" He snarled as he got his bearings and flew directly at her. She laughed and just swerved out of his way. She flipped him the bird, grinning the whole time and took off again.
Draco smirked to himself and took after her. Why was the game always a hundred times better if Harrie Potter was playing? Even better now that he knew just how well she played off the pitch too. It was like the crowd and the game didn't exist at this moment, his world had narrowed down to two broom sticks, Potter and him. He felt…young again, like nothing else mattered but chasing after the female in front of him. Merlin he was totally fucked.
Being the seekers meant that whilst they were in the game, they didn't really have much interaction with anyone else and unless they were diving no one really watched them too closely. Knowing this Harrie stilled her broom and hovered high above the stands, waiting until she saw Malfoys eyes on her and only on her. As quick as a snitch she had split her uniform top, including the leather chest plate and gave a very surprised Slytherin a cheeky flash of her boobs and opened her mouth in mock shock, repaired the damage and took off. Giggling as she heard him calling after her.
"That distraction won't work again" He called to her as they flew side by side over the goal posts, hearing the commentator making some semi rude remark about whatever dirty plays were being pulled by the Slytherin beaters.
The game had become completely invisible to the seekers as they flew together calling things to each other. Flirting…maybe they had always flirted and Harrie was just to dense to have noticed, this certainly didn't feel that different to how it always had. She threw a smirk over her shoulder as she saw him looking at her instead of looking for the snitch.
"Aww is someone distracted?" She pouted at him and waved her hand sending a spanking charm his way and watching as his eyes dilate as the smack hit its target (his delightfully toned backside) then narrowed as he leant lower on his broom.
"You are going to pay for that you cheeky bint" he growled but Harrie could see he was trying not to smile. They were having fun and she didn't think she had ever been more in love with… Quidditch than at that moment…she was always going to say quidditch!
"You wish Slim Shady" Harrie cried, she snorted at his look of utter confusion then caught a flash of gold and dropped into a chasing dive. Malfoy had spotted it too and soon they were both rocketing after the elusive ball.
"Your arse is mine Potter" the blonde growled as they started pushing against one another, racing closer and closer to the snitch, but Harrie was pulling ahead and they both knew it.
Laughing loudly Harrie reached out her hand and closed her fingers around the fluttering golden ball. As she turned her broom stick up with her hand above her head and the crowd erupted in cheers. Merlin winning was awesome. As they landed and she was swamped by her team mates, she locked eyes with Malfoy and he bowed his head slightly at her win and walked off with his own team, his silvery blonde head held high, his back straight and proud and leaving Harrie practically drying humming her broom stick with want.
"We saw what you did Harelayna Potter!" Hermione snapped at her when she and Ron had made it down to the locker rooms. Ron just rolled his eyes and gave Harrie two okay finger gestures over his chest, mouth "amazing" behind Hermione's back, Harrie sucked on her lip to stop from laughing and nodded sagely at her friend and pretending to listen to her rant about proper behavior on the field. Ginny high on winning threw her arms around Harries shoulder and kisses her nosily on the cheek dragged her into the changing room calling out "Oh let the girl wash first before you begin the lecture, we will meet you at the party"
"Try not to come too hard Harrie. You dirty slut" Ginny whispered, grinning broadly to Harrie as she pushed her way past her, out of the shower (the only one with a door) seriously were all Quidditch lockers so sexist or were schools just big on communal everything?
Harrie flushed but couldn't deny winning always made her a little…randy. Why did she ever admit that little tidbit to Ginny when they were drinking together? Harrie waved her captain goodbye as she strolled into the shower stall, hanging her towel up and relished the hot water hitting her back. Magical water pressure was amazing.
She nearly screamed when suddenly her shower door was pulled open and a very naked Malfoy stepped in beside her.
He ran his nose up and down hers before giving her the kiss he had been wanting to give since he woke up that morning. His arms sliding around her slippery body and enjoying the feel of having her nakedness against his.
With a radiant smile she asked, "Did you enjoy the game Malfoy?" as her hands run over the muscles of his back. Oh, but Quidditch did a body good.
"You cheated as always" He replied between kisses, his hands running down till he was grabbing handfuls of her arse and pulled her hand against his hard cock.
Harrie struggled to concentrate but finally replied as his mouth made its way down her neck
"I can't help being better than you" his head stilled just above her collar bone and he spoke quietly after running his tongue along the ridge of bone
"You have a better broom" he lifted his head and stood up fully in front of her, making her feel tiny and completely at his mercy, her sex clenching with yearning.
"I'm just the better flyer" She smirked and was worried she had pushed her cheekiness too far when he roughly spun her around and she put her hands up against the tiled wall panting heavily as he used his knee to spread her legs wider.
"Now what was it you said about hard shafts hmmm?" He trailed his hand down her side and ran it over the curve of her arse, giving her a sharp smack, mirroring the charm she had sent his way during the game.
Her surprised cry had a heavy note of lust in it and he growled as his exploring hand found the wetness between her thighs. This girl was unbelievable
He leant back so he could admire her and ran his index finger up from her pussy to the tight puckered skin of her arsehole
"Maybe you want a hard shaft here Potter. Would you let me fuck your arse I wonder?" He said as he circled his finger around her other entrance.
She whimpered and pushed back against his finger and the tip breeched her briefly.
He hissed in a breath at her obviously acceptance of his actions, he moved his finger down sliding it into her pussy, spreading her arousal over his finger and rubbing some up and around her arsehole. Once she was panting, he let his moistened finger slide into her velvet heat. Merlin but she was tight here.
Using a spell, he muttered the words and suddenly his palm was filled with viscus fluid.
He started working his finger in and out of her tight little hole and watched with unveiled heat as the Gryffindor started thrusting her hips so that his digit was driven in a little deeper every time, he added a second finger and Potter reached back and held tight to his neck, turning her head so they could meet in a clumsy but oh so hot kiss, his fingers continue their exploration of her arse till he was working her body, her lusty cries and sinful moans causing his blood to heat and his balls to ache with the need to claim her.
His thoughts fogged he hissed softly knowing it would drive her to the very edge "What do you want Potter?"
He knew the way he spoke to her during their times together had her pussy clenching and her heart racing, knowing this he wanted to hear her tell him how much she wanted him
"You…Your cock…" she said brokenly her hand clutching his neck tightening, her nails digging into his skin
"Where?" he demanded sharply, this girl would be the death of him, he thought as she ground herself onto his fingers and he felt her clenching her channel around his fingers
"In…my…arse..." she finally pleaded, her voice nearly lost to the showers spray
He started working a third finger into her as he growled "Beg me"
She moaned loudly at the unrelenting intrusion, she didn't know how many fingers he was working her arse with and she didn't care, she was going to lose her mind if he didn't give her more.
"Beg me to fuck you Potter" He murmured when she didn't answer, he left open mouth kisses along her shoulder, up on to her neck, running his tongue in teasing circles that left her knees weak.
"Pl…. please" She mumbled weakly, her fingers pulled at his wet hair. She stood there, a prisoner to this man and she loved it. The slide of his fingers inside her, his hard body at his back, even the spray from the shower felt incredible, she moaned in frustration as he continued to tease her.
"Please what?" He demanded pushing his fingers in all the way and spreading them. She slumped forward pitifully, her pussy quivering with need, empty and wanting yet feeling his fingers filling her. She was well past caring that this was degrading and twisted as she cried out "Please fuck me, I need your cock inside me…fuck my arse and fill me with your cum…because I fucking need you!"
Without another word, he pulled his fingers from her body and Harrie felt the blunt head of his shaft slowly pushing into her tight passage. She tensed slightly at the sharp twinge of him sliding past the ring of muscle and the hard drive of his body into hers. Her breathing was ragged as she reached back and felt his thatch of golden curls pushed flush against her arse, her finger tips tracing over the stretched, taut skin where he was filling her up.
"Oh god" was she cried as he slid his hand around to rub against her aching clit, his firm fingers rubbing that little nub of nerves that had her seeing stars.
"Is this what you wanted Potter?" He asked as he started moving in her. Her velvet walls were clutching him in their silken tightness and the feel of it caused his eyes to roll and his hand to grip her hip in ruthless demand, as he dragged her back into each one of his thrusts. He looked to where he was spreading her open and watched with sinful pleasure as his cock pushed in and out her body. If someone had told him that one day, he would be fucking Potter in the arse, in the Quidditch locker rooms he thought he would have committed them to St mungo's. His thrusts became more demanding as he continued to watch where their bodies met and started muttering words of depravity and heat that had his balls tightening in delightful vigor
"Oh god…" Harrie sobbed as his pace increased and she tried bracing herself against the shower wall, pushing back into his thrusts. Each demanding drive of his cock inside her filled her with fantastic pleasures never felt before, it was dirty and taboo yet indescribably sexy.
Just when she thought she couldn't take it anymore, he grabbed her hand and dragged it down between her legs hissing "Finger fuck yourself for me Potter"
The feeling of being finger fucked while his cock drove into her arse had her breath heaving, her fingers sliding quickly into her slick heat, her palm rubbing against her clit, as his larger hand landed against her own, pulling her harder against him and her fingers further inside herself, she could feel his finger tips brush against hers as he too breach her
"Merlin you feel fucking perfect Potter" He groaned into her hair as he felt the slipperiness of her arouse on his finger tips and the flick of her fingers inside her making her arse even tighter around his cock.
"God Malfoy, god yes! Fuck me oh oh shitttttt" Harrie cried as she started coming against his fingers. He groaned against her when he felt her clenching around him and with a few more thrust he came deep inside her. After they caught their breath, and neither were in danger of collapse he pulled slowly out of her and Harrie reached back to feel what he had done to her.
His hands on either side of her arse, her spread her wide. Her arse looked well fucked and her fingers slipped into herself with a slight moan and as he watched as she removed her fingers she used her muscle and expelled some of his come, which Harrie had found to be an unbelieve turn on for some reason, especially when he growled his appreciation of the evidence of his recent claiming.
The finished their shower, Harrie's heart skipping a beat or two as Malfoy washed her and conjured a soft cloth to wash her backside and even went through the trouble of washing her hair for her. As they stood together under the spray both smiling rather goofily at each other Harrie said laughing softly as she was gathered in strong arms and kissed till her toes curled.
"Ginny was right, I did come really hard"