CHAPTER 32: PLAYING WITH FIRE

As the night wore on, the atmosphere grew more relaxed, the party slowly winding down as the warmth of the fire began to wane. Katie could feel her inhibitions fading with each drink she had, the laughter and joy around her mixing with the intoxicating heat of Harry's presence.

The blanket was snug around them, and she found herself inching even closer, her head resting against his shoulder, his arm wrapping more securely around her. The party's noise began to fade, and all that mattered was the warmth of his body beside hers.

"Hey, Harry," she said, emboldened by the buzz of the Firewhiskey and the cozy intimacy of the moment, "if I actually make it onto Puddlemere, will you come to my games?"

"Of course! I wouldn't miss it for the world," he replied, chuckling softly. "I'll be your number one fan."

"Really? Number one?" she teased, raising an eyebrow. "Better than Hermione? She's pretty loyal."

He laughed again, shaking his head. "Yeah, but I'm the Boy Who Lived. I've got a reputation to uphold!"

"Fair enough," Katie giggled, her heart racing at the playful banter. "Just don't forget about me when you're off saving the world and all that."

"Never," he promised, his voice sincere as he turned to meet her gaze, the warmth in his eyes making her stomach flip.

As their eyes locked, time seemed to slow, and Katie could feel the tension between them building again, thicker than before. She leaned in slightly, her heart pounding, daring to cross that line she had been teetering on all night.

"Harry, can I—" she began, but the words got caught in her throat, the moment stretching out, the atmosphere crackling with unspoken possibilities.

"Can you what?" he asked softly, his voice low and inviting, leaning closer as if he was waiting for her to make the first move.

In that moment, with the party fading away and the blanket cocooning them in their own world, Katie knew. This was the moment she had been waiting for.

"Can I kiss you?" she whispered, her breath hitching as she searched his eyes for a sign.

Harry's response was instantaneous. He leaned in closer, closing the distance between them, and the warmth of his lips met hers, soft and tentative at first, then with more urgency as they both surrendered to the moment. Katie's heart soared as she melted into the kiss, the taste of Butterbeer and the warmth of Harry enveloping her completely.

This was it. She was taking the leap.

His hand was immediately high on her thigh, caressing. Even covered as they were, she was shocked at his boldness. His green eyes sparkled with amusement as she looked at him, stunned.

"It's not as easy as that." Ginny chimed in, her nose up. "Scouts go to thousands of games, but only four or five players get contracts each year."

His hand and those long fingers, stretched a little higher, stroking softly. She cuddled closer to him, enjoying Ginny's hot look of rage.

"That's true." Harry nodded. "There's only thirteen teams, and so that's what? Thirty nine chaser spots."

"There's the reserve teams, too!" Katie squeaked suddenly as Harry's wandering hands rose further, his fingers trailed over her panties. To her shame, and her arousal, she suddenly felt a short, sharp surge of liquid discharge as he rubbed a finger up and down her lips, over her panties. She'd creamed herself at just a single touch of his. And he was going to go further. He was doing it. He was really doing it. She stared at him and he wasn't even looking at her, a small smile on his face.

"They don't get paid half as much." Ginny argued.

"But they have a good chance of getting on the first team, with all the injuries and suspensions."

"Seventy eight spots!" Katie cried out. Harry's hand slid inside her panties, finding her wet and wanting. Katie felt like she was seeing spots, his confident fingers roaming around her sopping slit, but never entering.

Ginny gave her an odd look.

"I'm not saying you can't make it. I hope you do." Ginny said grudgingly. "It's just, you need to come up with a backup plan too."

"Yes, yes, yes." Katie nodded as Harry's finger teased her clit, doing that rotating motion she did with her own fingers, late at night, biting her lip, lost in her fantasies. How did he know? Who'd taught him to touch a woman?

"But I guess you could work at your family's shop." Ginny wondered out loud.

Would that ginger bitch ever shut the fuck up, Katie thought, lost in her own world. She giggled suddenly as she felt Harry spread her labia, fingers curling through her lips. She'd always been a bit embarrassed by her 'outie' pussy - Angie's 'innie' looked so much more cute and clean, while her lips were so out there, so brazen. But in Harry's hands, she felt like a woman. And suddenly she was no longer in Harry's hands, but Harry's hands were in her, a finger sliding inside her. "Or maybe I could get a sugar daddy." Katie smirked at Ginny with great satisfaction as Harry went further. She could feel her pussy sopping through as Harry's palm somehow rubbed her clit as he fingered her. So deep! She thought with amazement.

Katie rose up on her hips, allowing Harry to go all the way in, and she rested her head on his shoulder as he slotted a second finger inside her. Ginny was nattering away about some nonsense, but if Katie listened closely, she could hear the schlopping sound of her pussy being worked away.

Harry curved his fingers inside her and she couldn't help but moan.

"What's wrong?" Ginny frowned.

"Oh, nothing. Quidditch aches, you know how it is." Kate said.

"No, I don't." Ginny said shortly. "I'm not on the team."

Sensing trouble, Harry piped up. "Ginny knows all about Quidditch though, I've seen her at the Burrow. I bet you'll be on the team next year."

Ginny blushed. "I'm not that good."

"Sure you are! You've got the right build for it."

Katie exploded. "Yes!" The sensations were too much for her, as she tried to hold back her moans, squirming around his curving fingers, hips arching up.

"Oh, thanks Harry. You too Katie." Ginny said with surprise, no longer looking at her with such venom. In her haze, Katie could see Hermione looking at them suspiciously, a frown on her face. Across the common room, Angelina sat on Fred's lap, a huge grin on her face. As their eyes met, Angie winked, and Katie flushed red, the knowledge that her best friend was watching her get fingerfucked, and they both knew it, making her incredibly hot.

Katie closed her eyes as she felt herself soak his hand completely, humiliated but horny. She'd always been a squirter, but to do it on him. To her relief, he whispered in her ear. "That's so hot, sweetheart. Keep calm, though. We don't want to give the game away."

She nodded, somehow managing to murmur assent to Ginny's unheard question, and she settled for looking up at Harry from his shoulder, admiring how he could fingerfuck her with such ease, with his left hand, all while carrying on a conversation. This boy was serious trouble.

Her insides were being rubbed by his rubbing, curving fingers, the palm of his hand grinding against my clit, until the sensations were too much, and she couldn't help but grab at his hand with both of hers. She spread her legs as far as she could, but she could only hold onto his hand as he plunged his fingers into her gushing pussy.

"Are you worried about the Ravenclaw game, Harry? Cho was really good in her game against Hufflepuff, as much as I hate to admit it." Ginny asked.

"No, actually, Katie spotted something about her play that I think I can exploit. She's been coming up with a plan."

"Really?!" Ginny said, surprised.

Katie arched forward, groaning. "Yes, coming! I've been coming!" Harry bent his fingers, used his thumb on her clit, and then, to her sudden shock, added a third finger. She came on his fingers, toes curling, the orgasm bubbling up through, so intense she couldn't sit still, grabbing on to Harry's arm tightly. She bit her lip to stifle any more noises, to avoid attracting any more attention than she already had. When the orgasm passed, Katie rested back against the sofa, smiling widely, moving away the bangs that were sticking to her sweaty forehead. She grinned at Ginny, the cat that got the canary.

"I came up with a plan because I spotted one of Cho's flying patterns, and, well, I've just been awful happy about it. Harry's going to destroy her." Katie said, a lame excuse, but Ginny seemed to swallow it.

Across the common room, she met Hermione's watery eyes, before the girl suddenly burst into tears and ran up to the girls' dorms. Thankfully, Ginny didn't notice as one of the older-years stumbled over a Foot-trap Firework that Fred had deliberately let off, the Common Room erupting in a bang.

Pink smoke filled the Common Room, oddly strawberry scented, but Katie only had eyes for Harry, who'd taken advantage of the distraction to remove his hands from the blanket. His fingers were dewy, strands of her creamy cum stretching from finger to finger. He put it into his mouth and sucked them quickly.

"Harry!" She admonished, but she was laughing.

"Loved making you cum, sweetheart. You taste delicious." Harry's voice was deep, hot in her ear, and Katie couldn't help but rub her thighs together.

Katie sat there for a moment, still reeling from what had just happened. The warmth of Harry's touch lingered on her skin, and her heart raced as she replayed the encounter in her mind. She glanced around the common room, half-expecting someone to have noticed the tension between them, but everyone seemed preoccupied with their own conversations.

As she gathered her thoughts, Ginny looked at her with a mixture of surprise and curiosity. "You okay, Katie? You seem... different."

Katie felt her cheeks flush again but couldn't help the smile that spread across her face. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just thinking about the game, you know?" she replied, trying to sound nonchalant.

Ginny raised an eyebrow, clearly not convinced. "Right. The game."

"Seriously!" Katie insisted, though her mind kept wandering back to Harry's hands, the way he made her feel. "I just have a lot on my mind. I want to impress the scouts."

"Is that all?" Ginny smirked, crossing her arms as she leaned closer. "Because it looked like you were impressing someone else, too."

Katie rolled her eyes, a playful grin still lingering. "Shut up, Ginny. You didn't see anything."

"I saw enough," Ginny said, a teasing glint in her eyes. "Just be careful. You know Hermione will have questions."

That was the last thing Katie wanted to think about. Hermione had always been the level-headed one, the voice of reason. But in this moment, all Katie could focus on was how exhilarating and freeing it had felt to let go, even just for a moment.

"Hey, I'll handle Hermione," she finally said, shrugging off her concerns. "Besides, it's my life. I can make my own decisions."

"True," Ginny conceded. "Just make sure you don't get caught up in something you can't handle. We don't want to lose you to a Quidditch dream gone wrong."

"I won't," Katie promised, her determination solidifying. She was ready to embrace whatever came next, both in Quidditch and with Harry.

As they continued to chat, Katie's mind danced between her ambitions on the pitch and the thrilling possibilities that lay ahead with Harry. It was a new chapter for her, and she felt ready to dive in, no matter the challenges or surprises it might bring.

The following days passed in a whirlwind of excitement and nerves as the Quidditch season approached. Katie found herself practicing harder than ever, her thoughts frequently drifting to Harry. He had been teasing her in the common room, making her heart race with just a smile or a fleeting touch. The thrill of their secret had ignited a fire within her, pushing her to be both a better player and a more daring individual.

One evening, after an intense practice, Katie found herself in the Gryffindor common room, nursing a Butterbeer and talking to Ginny and Hermione. The air was filled with laughter and chatter, but Katie felt a different kind of tension, the kind that came from knowing something exciting and unspoken lingered just beneath the surface.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Hermione asked, her brow furrowed with concern. "You've been a bit… distracted lately."

Katie waved her hand dismissively. "I'm fine! Just focused on the game, that's all."

But as she spoke, her gaze drifted to Harry, who was across the room, animatedly discussing strategy with Ron. He caught her eye and flashed a grin that made her heart skip a beat. She felt the heat rising in her cheeks and turned back to her friends, trying to maintain her composure.

"Focused, huh?" Ginny said, smirking knowingly. "Is that what they're calling it now?"

"Shut up," Katie replied, laughing, but inside, she felt a rush of nerves and excitement at the thought of what had transpired between her and Harry.

As the night wore on, Katie felt increasingly restless. The air crackled with anticipation for the upcoming match against Ravenclaw, and she needed to channel her energy. "I'm going to head out for a bit," she announced suddenly, standing up and brushing her hair back. "I'll catch up with you guys later."

"Be careful!" Hermione called after her, but Katie was already striding out of the common room, determined to find a quiet spot to collect her thoughts.

Outside, the grounds were calm, the moonlight casting a silvery glow over the Hogwarts landscape. Katie wandered toward the lake, where the gentle lapping of water against the shore created a soothing rhythm. It was the perfect place to clear her mind and focus on the game ahead.

As she settled on a bench, she felt the familiar flutter of nerves in her stomach. She pulled her broomstick closer, her fingers tracing its handle absentmindedly. Suddenly, she heard footsteps approaching. She looked up to see Harry emerging from the shadows, a playful grin on his face.

"Fancy meeting you here," he said, his voice low and teasing. "Are you practicing your Quidditch strategy, or just enjoying the view?"

Katie couldn't help but smile back, her heart racing. "A bit of both, I suppose. I needed a break from the chaos."

Harry moved closer, sitting down beside her. "I get that. Everyone's hyped for the match, but I think you're going to crush it. You've been amazing at practice."

"Thanks, Harry," Katie replied, feeling warmth spread through her. "It means a lot coming from you."

For a moment, they sat in comfortable silence, the night air wrapping around them like a warm blanket. Then, as if drawn together by an invisible force, Harry leaned in closer. "You know," he began, his voice a whisper, "I've been thinking about that day in the common room."

Katie's breath caught in her throat as she met his gaze. The intensity in his green eyes sent a shiver down her spine. "Me too," she confessed, her heart pounding. "It was… unexpected."

"Unexpected, but not unwelcome," he replied, his tone teasing yet sincere. "I liked seeing that side of you."

Katie felt her cheeks flush at the compliment. "I guess I'm just getting more confident," she said, trying to sound casual, but the truth was, Harry made her feel bold in a way she hadn't experienced before.

Harry smirked, his confidence radiating. "Good. You should embrace that. You're an incredible player, and you deserve to go after what you want—on and off the pitch."

Before she could respond, he leaned in, his lips brushing against hers in a soft, tentative kiss. It was sweet and lingering, sending sparks through her body. She leaned into him, deepening the kiss, feeling all the stress of the upcoming match melt away. It was just the two of them under the stars, lost in their own world.

When they finally pulled apart, both breathless, Katie couldn't help but grin. "Wow."

"Yeah," Harry replied, chuckling softly. "Wow."

Katie felt boldness flooding through her veins. "So, does this mean we're… something? More than just friends?"

Harry nodded, his expression turning serious. "I want to be more than friends, Katie. I like you. A lot. And I think we could be really good together."

Her heart soared at his words. "I feel the same way. But we have to keep it quiet for now. I don't want to complicate things before the match."

"Agreed," Harry said, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "We can keep it our little secret."

As they shared another quick kiss, the thrill of their connection settled into something deeper. Katie felt ready to take on whatever challenges lay ahead, both on the Quidditch pitch and in her newfound relationship with Harry. With a final glance at the lake, she stood up, her spirits lifted, ready to face the excitement of the upcoming match and the exhilarating possibilities of what was to come.

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