Author's Note:

Here's another Missed Opportunities chapter, I hope you enjoy. This is a Harry/Demelza one, and if you're reading this, I encourage you to write your own Harry/Demelza one shot and send it to me, and I'll give you a shoutout in a future chapter.

Captain's Duty

Harry put his face in his hands and groaned for what felt like the hundredth time that night, feeling like his head was going to explode. It was all falling apart, Gryffindor played slythrightin the next day and Harry had virtually no confidence in his team, which was immensely frustrating since it would also be his first as captain. He wanted to scream, and the worst part is he had no idea what to do about it. Ron was nearly beyond saving at this point, and for as much as Harry loved his best mate, he was treating the rest of the team horribly and had even once again made Demelza Robins cry by the eard of practice. Deciding he needed to blow off some steam, he got up and left the common room, quickly making his way back down to the Quidditch pitch.

As he entered the locker room, he stopped abruptly at what he heard coming from the room. He listened closely and heard what seemed to be a girl crying somewhat quietly in the room.

Harry battled with himself briefly but made up his mind to go in. When he entered, he found a crying Demelza Robins sitting on a bench with her head in her hands. Harry tentatively moved forward and sat next to her placing a hand on her shoulder lightly.

"Hey Demelza, I'm sorry, I didn't know you were in here, is there anything I can do?" he asked, giving her a sympathetic look. Demelza looked up at him and smiled weakly through her tears.

"No, thanks Harry, I just feel like I'm playing bad and I'm going to mess everything up for the team and I just don't know what to do," she blurted all in one breath, and then burst into tears again burying her face in his chest.

"What?" Harry asked, feeling genuinely bewildered, "You aren't even playing bad, I mean, sure, you've made some mistakes late in the last couple practices, but there's definitely been more good than bad and it isn't you're fault that Ron's a git."

Demelza pulled back and smiled at him again, wiping her tears away. "Than you, I really appreciate that."

"You know, I was coming down here to blow off some steam anyways, so if you need a confidence boost we could train for a bit together?" Demelza's smile widened and she stood up.

"I'd like that."

They went out onto the pitch and flew for around an hour, Harry tried to play keeper to let Demelza practice, and Demelza tried to play seeker to so Harry could do the same, both with rather comedic results. They flew laps and raced each other around the pitch, Harry letting Demelza try his firebolt, and they both landed feeling much better. As they walked back into the changing room, Harry smiled at the fourth year Gryffindor girl. "That was really great, Demelza, we should do that again sometime."

Demelza blushed and brushed a strand of hair out of her face. "Yeah, thank you, I really needed that." She looked up at him with her pretty blue eyes for a moment and then, without thinking, she jumped, wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him into a searing kiss. Harry was shocked for a moment but quickly returned the kiss, pulling her even closer to him in making her let out a low moan into his mouth.

Suddenly, she pulled back and looked up at him, her eyes wide. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't've done that," her face was now extremely red for multiple very different reasons, and despite what she was saying, her legs were still wrapped around Harry's waist.

"Don't appologize, that was bloody amazing," Harry said, making Demelza giggle, "I was just a bit surprised is all."

"I was too," she admitted, "I've never kissed anyone before."

Harry leaned in and kissed her earlobe. "Well then I can't imagine how good you'll be with some more practice," he whispered huskily. Demelza had to actively fight back a desperate moan from escaping her lips. "We should get to sleep for the match, but meet me here tomorrow night."

Demelza tried not to let her disappointment show that they wouldn't be continuing tonight, but then an idea hit her. "Well, we do need to shower tonight, you know," she said, winking seductively. She gasped as Harry yanked her shirt over her head revealing her firm breasts in a nice, plain white bra. He discarded her shirt and leaned down to suck her breasts hard. She through her head back and moaned, then gasped again as her bra was unhooked and her pants were pulled off all in a matter of moments. Demelza growled with lust and tore Harry's shirt off, practically clawing at his muscular chest. Harry's trousers were soon pulled down too and her knickers and his boxers soon hit the floor as well.

They were now both completely naked and Harry carried her into the shower, kissing her the whole way. He moved a hand between her legs and found her soaking wet. He stroked through her folds slowly, making her whimper desperately. He now took one of her hard nipples into his mouth, sucking hard and making her desperate for more. He wccved his wand and the shower turned on. They kissed heatedly as their wet bodies slipped together and the hot water poured on them. In one fluid motion, Harry sat Demelza on a bench in front of him with the water still pouring on them, and then kneeled before her.

"You know, as your captain, it's my job to make sure you feel nice and relaxed for the match tomorrow," Demelza moaned, instinctively spreading her legs for him. The younger girl moved a hand between her legs and started stroking herself, but Harry moved her hand out of the way.

"No, that's all mine," he said huskily, sending a wave of lust through her. Harry leaned forward now and licked her slowly and deliberately, loving the taste of her. She moaned loudly, arching her hips desperately to meet his tongue. He continued licking her and sucking on her sensitive skin, he twirled his tongue around her clit and she screamed.

"Oh yeah, right there!" she squealed, "Use your fingers!"

Harry obliged, quickly slipping two fingers into her as he continued working her clit with his mouth. Demelza squeezed her breasts and all of the sensations pushed her over the edge. She bucked into Harry's face, mewling with the pleasure of her orgasm. She finally collapsed on the bench, feeling absolutely limp.

"Mmm, that made me feel really relaxed," she purred. Harry leaned forward and kissed one of her breasts.

"We should probably get to bed," he said, and she nodded.

"I feel a lot better about the match, I mean, how can we lose after that?" she said, blushing slightly again.

"That's exactly what I was hoping you'd say."

End Author's note:

Also, does anyone know of any stories that are similar to this one? I'd be interested to see what they're like.