Harry was obsessed with catching Malfoy in the act. He continued to check the Marauders Map again and again in the hopes of seeing him enroute to or from… whatever he was doing. After yet another fruitless trip to the Room of Requirement, Harry's stomach growled. Not for the first time he had skipped lunch and split off from Ron and Hermione at the great hall. Knowing that lunch would soon be over and he would not have time to get from the seventh floor in time, he decided to head down to the kitchens and grab a bite to eat.
As he went, he again pulled out his reliable map and aimlessly flicked his eyes over the paper. Hermione had of course gone to Arithmancy class and Ron could be seen, presumably lounging, in the Gryffindor common room. The next person he searched for was Ginny. He could not help it. It was almost a compulsion that he could not control. Desperate to just see her name moving around on the parchment. After scouring the whole castle, he at last found her in the grounds. Making her way back from what he guessed must have been the Quidditch pitch.
'Of course, where else' he thought to himself. He continued to watch her name on the page and before he knew it found himself in the great hall. Looking up, he Saw Ginny making her way through the great hall door and into its stone atrium. Pulling out his wand he tapped the page and muttered 'Mischief managed' under his breath. With the paper blank he tucked into the back of his trousers waistband and set off towards the dungeons.
He had passed by Ginny and was almost at the summit of the staircase heading down when the most heavenly voice caught his attention. 'Wotcher Harry!' It was Ginny, turning his head toward her, he could no see a faint sheen of sweat on her brow and a cheery smile emblazoned across her face.
'Hiya Gin, how was practice?' Harry enquired.
'Oh, you know, just a little run about to keep the gears running. Honestly though? I needed some air. Potions was beyond insanity this morning and I needed to get that Slughorn smell out of my hair' Ginny giggled to herself and Harry's heart somersaulted in his chest. Of the many reasons he admired her, Quidditch was near the top.
'Tell me about it. I'd have come with you but I'm starving.' Harry said.
'That's a shame!' replied Ginny, 'Well I always get hungry after flying. But…' Her faces tinged a slight shade of red. 'I stink. Probably best if I get changed and head to class.'
'Well, I didn't want to point it out buuuuuuttt….' Harry grinned wildly. Ginny pulled a mock sneer at him and slapped his shoulder with the back of her hand.
'Ha ha chosen one. I'll catch you later then!' and with that she hurried towards the grand staircase. Harry watched her go, staring perhaps a bit too long out her arse as she went. It didn't help that a sliver of red panties peeked out from the waistband. Shaking himself back to reality he too turned and headed down to the dungeons.
As he descended, he mindlessly fantasised over Ginny, not noticing how the walls darkened with every step nor the air getting cooler. He walked on until he found himself in front of the familiar tapestry. Tickling the pear, he steps through the portrait hole into the Hogwarts kitchens. For the first time, they were completely empty. 'They must still be cleaning the Great Hall' he thought to himself.
He made his way to one of the long tables that was ladened with half eaten food and dirty plates. Eyeing a backet of toast he pressed forward and scraped some butter over cold bread and promptly shoved it into his mouth. Figuring this was probably the best he was going to get he turned to leave when something caught his eye. There, at the far end of the kitchen, was an open door. Sure that he'd never seen this door before, Harry found his feet automatically carrying himself over to it. Peering inside he could see no elves, so, stepped within.
Inside were huge vats of soapy water and harry presumed that this must be where the elves stayed clean. Upon closer inspection though he saw large baskets of what appeared to be clothes. ' Too many clothes for just the house elves' though Harry. He moved forwards to one of the baskets and saw a label attached to the front reading:
Second Year. Hufflepuff House. Boys.
Sure enough, the basket was full to the brim with an assortment of cloaks, boxers and socks. As he looked, about 20 more garments magically appeared in the container. Feeling, like he'd solved the mystery he turned to leave and head back to the waiting Weasley in the common room. It was as though the word Weasley had triggered something in Harry's mind. He knew he shouldn't. But for the second time that day, Harry found himself searching for Ginny. At last, he saw it:
Fifth Year. Gryffindor House. Girls.
His heart skipping a beat, his body involuntarily ran across the room to this basket. There on top were a set of underwear. Red. Just like the ones Harry had not long seen on the backside of Ginny. Harry paused, 'This is so wrong. But how can I not? She's not even my girlfriend?! But there right there!' Harry steeled himself and turned away. 'Maybe I could do with some Quidditch practice too.'
Quidditch. In a moment Harry spun back around and reached forward. He knew there was nothing that could stop himself know. He lightly picked up the red panties from atop the pile. They were warm. 'Oh god' Harry's heart and mind raced. He slowly moved his fingers over the fabric and raised them to his face. The smell was in a word, intoxicating. Ginny's secret aroma filled his senses and, in an instant, Harry was rock hard. He knew what was coming next. And he had no intention of stopping now.
Whipping out his wand he pointed it at the door and whispered 'Colloportus'. The door sealed itself closed and Harry began to unbuckle his trousers. Dropping them to the floor, Harry grasped his cock in hand and began to pump it furiously. Keeping the knickers pressed to his nose, he was lost in a frenzy of imagination. He could smell her pussy as though it had been right there in front of him. He envied Ginny's broomstick. What he would give to be in close proximity to Ginny like that. To smell her. Taste her. Fuck her. Harry then paused with an idea.
He licked the gusset of the panties once. He could taste the Quidditch practice. With this taste controlling his body he lowered the panties down to his cock and placed the tip of it where the smell emanated from. He could still smell her and know he could taste her. Spurring his mind into a cacophony of lust. He continued to fist his cock with reckless abandon. Before too long harry felt his release approaching around the corner. With a guttural grunt he spewed his seed and gasped for air.
In what seemed like half an hour, Harry came back to his senses and looked down at the knickers held in his hand. His cum had covered them. Panicking he tossed them back into the basket, pulled up his trousers and fled the scene of his debauchery.