The next day Harry awoke with a giddy sense of optimism. Pulling on his clothes he tucks his invisibility cloak into the back of his jeans waistband and pockets the knife gifted to him by Sirius. Grabbing his Firebolt from the trunk he speeds through the portrait of the Fat Lady and begins his descent down to the great hall, fully intending on wolfing down as much food as he could in as little a time as possible. By the time he had sat himself down at the Gryffindor table, it hadn't actually occurred to him that, though he might be eager to get practice done with, does not mean that everyone else would be as willing. After all, it really was a nice day outside. Perfect flying conditions and, though he should be happy about this, his team were more eager than ever to bring home another Gryffindor victory this year.

With his mood dropped slightly, he pulled a rack of toast toward him and began to spread marmalade over the surface of the bread. Over the course of twenty minutes, he was joined by the rest of his team. Ginny, Katie and Demelza all sat huddled together eagerly discussing a new formation that they wanted to try out. Apparently, the Holyhead Harpies had scored an absolute blinder in their last match that had Ginny raving. Harry meanwhile was preoccupied with his two beaters, Jimmy and Ritchie. They were insistent they run a drill of launching bludgers at the chasers without telling them. This, they thought, would keep them on their toes. Harry, trying to keep a cool head, explained that maybe knocking out his chasers would not be the best way to prepare for the upcoming match, but conceded that he would at least let them do so after informing the chasers that they would be doing so.

Breaking from the conversation, Harry looked down the length of the table to spot Ron sitting quite alone. Slowly munching on some toast of his own and clearly masking his nerves. Harry stood up and clapped him on the shoulder. 'Right, everyone! Down to the pitch.' He shouted to the gathered teammates. Dutifully, they all rose and began to march down the length of the hall. As they stepped out into the warm, slightly overcast sun, Harry dropped back to speak to Ron.

'What's on your mind?' He enquired of Ron. Ron responded with an incoherent mumble of excuses as Harry's eyes wandered over to watch Ginny walking with her fellow chasers. 'God she's good looking. I'll let her train at whatever she wants as long as she gets nice and sweaty for me. That broom of hers doesn't know how lucky it is. Can I transfigure myself into a broom? No, that's ridiculous.' Realising that his eyes had drifted down to her toned arse he turned back to Ron before he could notice what he was doing. 'So yeah, I think that's my main issue.' Ron finished. Having no clue what Ron thought was his main issue was, Harry could not think of how to respond. He instead settled on a warm smile, clapped him on the back and offered 'Well, you'll get their buddy.' Not looking pleased with his answer Ron looked down to the ground and they continued their walk in silence.

Two hours later, and two hours longer than Harry would have liked, the team landed on the ground. Despite wanting to be elsewhere, Harry had to admit that his team had flown exceptionally well. Team cohesion had never been better and they all agreed amongst themselves that the Quidditch Cup was all but in the bag. Heading into the changing rooms, the team all proceeded to get back into their regular non-Quidditch clothes. Harry meanwhile dawdled. Slowly but surely, they began to trickle out, chattering amongst themselves. Once Harry had dismissed Ron with the excuse that he was going to once again scope the Room of Requirement, he threw his invisibility cloak over himself and stepped out into the grounds.

Ahead of him, he could see throngs of people leaving the great hall to enjoy the day's weather. Groups split off as they went, some to the Black Lake others to the many trees dotted around the grounds. In the midst of these people, not too far away from him, was Ginny. She must have picked up Luna on the way as they were talking amongst each other as they headed toward the castle. Speeding up, Harry brought himself closer to them both. Quietly keeping pace with them he could now hear every word of their conversation.

'What! Never?' The blonde-haired Ravenclaw was saying. Ginny, blushing a deep shade of red, responded with 'No! Ewww Luna, that's gross'. Harry's interest was immediately piqued. 'Well, you should try it. You honestly don't know what you're missing out on. Daddy had an article written about it in this month's Quibbler. It's supposed to help you release stress, and, believe it or not, focus better.' Luna was saying. 'Focus more? Well then, I know that that's a load of gnome shite if it's coming from you, Luna!' Ginny laughed reassuringly at her friend, making sure to let her know she didn't mean to offend her. She paused, looking down at her feet as she walked and looking like she could have double as a beetroot. 'It's not that I haven't tried. You know it's sort of just, you know, difficult. I've never been actually able to, uhmmm, well, finish.'

Heart pounding in his chest, Harry zoned in on the conversation more. He had a good idea of where this little talk was going and he had zero intentions of missing a single word of it.

Luna choked at her words. 'Ginny! The key is to relax. Just get yourself nice and comfortable. I'll teach you the Muffliato spell so you can have some privacy too. Next thing you do is you get your finger…' Luna then raises her arm and began to spiral her middle finger in the air. 'And you lightly circle your clit. Like this. Keep that pace going for a bit and when you start to get a bit hot and into it, I like to pinch my nipples.' Luna mimed this too by grabbing one of her breasts with the hand that wasn't playing a miniature DJ set in the air. Harry was taken aback by the absolute candidness of Luna's statement. He was not alone apparently as Ginny had swatted Luna's hand out of the air and shushed her. Luna continued, 'Just try it! I was so horny this morning I gushed everywhere! I swear I practically had to swim out of bed this morning. And to think, I'd picked a lovely outfit to come watch you practice in. Shame, my knickers were so wet they would have soaked through to my bottoms!'

And there it was. The speeding train that was Harry's thought had jumped tracks. Luna. Luna had been masturbating before she came down to meet Ginny. He knew then that he had to know what Luna's underwear looked like. What they smelled like. Harry's mouth salivated slightly as the possibility of the taste came to him. He'd not really ever paid attention to Luna in a sexual way before. She was always that ditsy Ravenclaw girl who would make absurd claims. Now, however, Harry noticed her bum as she walked. Not anywhere near as toned as Ginny's, but ample. Her breasts too were larger than Ginny's. Certainly, Harry only had eyes for Ginny. But Luna, was she not deserving of attention as well?

They reached the doors to the great hall and the girls continued towards the great staircase, talking quietly to each other. With one final look at the two girls' bottoms, Harry turned heel and practically flew to the dungeons. He didn't know, and nor did he care, if anyone had seen his disembodied ankles as he ran. Screeching to a halt before the kitchen's portrait, he took a moment to calm himself. He did not want to get caught at such a pivotal time.

Having steadied himself, he tickled the pear and stepped inside. The Kitchens were stifling hot as the house elves around him were bustling about preparing that day's lunch. Carefully, Harry walked over to the locked door and withdrew the pocket knife from his jeans. As he did so he noticed just how hard he was. His cock was straining against his boxers, begging to be released. He then offered a silent prayer that his plan would work and slid the knife into the crack of the door level with the keyhole. Clunk. His heart pounding, he opened the door a crack and slipped inside, hoping he was not seen.

Thankfully, the room was empty. Riping the cloak from him he spun around and again cast the colloportus charm on the door. He then quickly cast his eyes about looking for his prize. Basket after basket until:

Fifth Year. Ravenclaw House. Girls.

He moved over to it, unbuckling his belt as he went. 'Where are they?!' He pleaded to himself. Desperate, he rammed his hand into the mess of fabric held within. Tossing garment after garment to the side until finally, his hand touched something wet. His fingers wound their way to the underwear and he grabbed and pulled them out. There in his hands, were a pair of vivid yellow knickers. And just as Luna had said, they were absolutely drenched. With his prize in hand, Harry then unbuttoned his jeans with his other hand and forced both those and his boxers down in one movement. His cock swung free of its constraints and practically ached with the hardness of it. Harry's mind was no longer his. He was depraved and he knew it. But in this moment, he didn't care one single bit.

Reaching down he grabbed his member and began to stroke as visions of Luna masturbating filled his mind. He pictured her lying on her blue bedsheets with her head cocked back and her mouth open as she too stroked herself. Then, bringing the sodden panties to his face, he inhaled deeply. It was overwhelming. The smell of this pair was twice that of what Ginny's had been. But Ginny was not on his mind. Luna was. Now images came to Harry's mind of him parting the curtains around the bed and watching Luna playing with herself. He was imagining that she was smiling at him and begging him to come and taste her. Harry, all too happy too, was obliging. He lay on his stomach between her thighs and began to move toward her private parts.

As the fantasy continued, Harry took his own mouth and licked the knickers in his hand. The taste was so strong it was like Luna was cumming in his mouth right there and then. She tasted sweet. And that sweetness spread into every corner of his mouth. The sensations down in his dick were now at a point of no return. He quickened his strokes and let the aroma and taste of the Ravenclaw consume him. Harry then came so hard his mind shut off for a brief instant. His cum ruptured onto the stone floor as his head reeled from the strength of his orgasm.

Eventually, his senses returned to him and he was brought back to the cold and dark dungeon. He could not feel it before but he now noticed a cool breeze, brushing against his bare backside. He pulled up his trousers and did up his belt. He then cast the spell to clean his seed from the floor. Next, he stuffed the pair of beautifully wet panties into his jeans pocket. He was not letting this pair get away from him so easily. He made to leave and retrieved the invisibility cloak from the floor.

Then it occurred to him that he had missed something. He stretched out his wand arm and whispered 'Accio Ginny Weasley's Panties.' A pair of underwear silently flew to his hand and he gave those too a quick sniff. The familiar scent came back to him and he smiled deeply. These too he stuffed into his jeans pocket, though making sure to use his opposite pocket. Then he turned to the door once more and his mind drifted off to his own bed where he would soon be wanking with his thoughts on Miss Weasley.