The night air crackled with anticipation as hundreds of witches and wizards filled the stadium, their collective energy setting the atmosphere ablaze. Magical spotlights pierced the darkness, crisscrossing the pitch like searching comets while enchanted banners rippled in the evening breeze. The stands were a churning sea of dark green and bright orange, as supporters from both teams tried to outdo each other with their chants and cheers.
"AND THE HARPIES ARE ABSOLUTELY UNSTOPPABLE TONIGHT, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!" the commentator's magically amplified voice boomed across the stadium. "The Cannons' defense is in shambles – they simply cannot handle the precision and coordination of this all-female squadron! And there goes Weasley again – look at that girl fly! She's weaving through the opposition like they're standing still! A quick pass to Davies, back to Weasley – OH! What a spectacular Porskoff Ploy! She's done it! GINNY WEASLEY SCORES AGAIN FOR THE HOLYHEAD HARPIES!"
The stadium erupted with a deafening noise.
Harry smiled as he watched his girlfriend score, watching her lithe figure fly gracefully over the grounds.
Beside him, Ron groaned. "I swear, these matches are going to be the death of me," he muttered, eyes fixed on the scoreboard. "Ginny's my sister, but the Cannons are my team. It's like being torn in two different directions, mate. Drives me absolutely mental." Despite his complaints, there was unmistakable pride in his expression as he watched Ginny loop victoriously around the goal posts.
Harry snickered from beside him.
They cut imposing figures at the edge of the pitch, their crimson Auror robes billowing slightly in the night breeze. Their badges caught the stadium lights, casting golden reflections that danced across their chests. Both had changed since their school days – they stood taller, more confident, though Harry's eternally messy hair and Ron's lanky frame made them instantly recognizable to any onlooker.
"You know, you could have pawned this security detail off on Jenkins," Harry said with barely contained amusement, just as the stadium exploded into chaos – the Harpies' seeker had snatched the Snitch from right under the Cannons' nose.
"AND THAT'S IT, FOLKS! THE HOLYHEAD HARPIES WIN WITH A STUNNING 470 TO 30! I don't think I've seen such a decisive victory since the World Cup Finals of '94!"
Ron shook his head with a smile. "One of these days, the Cannons will blast them apart, and I cannot bear to think about not being here to witness it." He gave Harry a small shove. "Come on, let's go, she'd want you there with her when the interviews are over."
Threading their way through the packed stadium, Harry and Ron found themselves frequently stopped by wide-eyed children and their equally star-struck parents. A small girl, no more than seven, gazed up at them with undisguised wonder, clutching a toy wand to her chest.
"Can you really make a stag Patronus, Mr. Weasley?" she asked breathlessly.
Ron blinked, caught a little off guard. "A stag? Me?'' He let out a nervous laugh. "Well, no, not exactly. But I did manage to make a dog Patronus once."
The girl's eyes grew wide with excitement. "A dog? Really? Like a real one?" she asked, practically jumping up and down.
"Uh, kind of," Ron said, scratching his head. "It was, uh, more like a large, slightly terrifying, magical dog. Definitely not something you'd want chasing after you." He looked at Harry for reassurance, but Harry was trying hard not to laugh.
The girl stared at Ron in amazement. "Wow! I bet it was amazing!"
Ron grinned as they finally managed to break away. "You know, mate, dealing with all the attention doesn't seem so bad when you see those little faces light up. Makes it all worth it, doesn't it?"
They reached the cordoned-off interview area where the Holyhead Harpies were holding court with the press.
Harry's eyes immediately found Ginny among them. She was radiant – her Quidditch robes hugging her athletic frame, hair windswept and cheeks still flushed from the match. Her eyes sparkled with excitement as she gestured animatedly, answering questions with the same fierce intensity she brought to the game. Harry felt his heart skip a beat watching her – she'd grown into such a stunning witch, elegant and powerful all at once.
His admiration was interrupted by a familiar figure approaching.
Ludo Bagman, notably more weathered than during the Triwizard Tournament days, sidled up to Harry. His once-impressive frame had softened with age, though he still carried himself with the bearing of a former athlete. A camera flash nearly blinded them as they clasped hands.
"Mr. Potter! Harry! What a delight to find you here!" Bagman's voice boomed with manufactured enthusiasm. "How did you enjoy the match? And this new stadium – quite spectacular, isn't it?"
Harry managed a strained smile, playing along until the photographers finally moved on.
Bagman seemed to deflate slightly, mopping his brow with a handkerchief. "Terribly sorry about that, Harry. Necessary evil, I'm afraid. Elections coming up, you see. Some of these new candidates are getting rather bold. But..." he added with a conspiratorial wink, "a few photos with the Man Who Conquered ought to put them in their place."
Harry nodded grimly, his eyes drifting back to Ginny. He'd never been comfortable with people leveraging his fame, but Bagman was relatively harmless compared to most.
"Exceptional witch, that girlfriend of yours," Bagman remarked, following Harry's gaze. "Creates scoring opportunities out of nowhere. Never seen anything quite like it. The numbers she's putting up are unprecedented, almost as good as mine!"
Harry nodded slowly, a calculated thought forming. "She is. Top scorer in the circuit, actually. I'd say she's a shoe-in for the national team." He glanced sideways at Bagman, noting the fresh beads of sweat forming on his brow.
"The Head of the Department of Magical Games and Sports would surely agree? It would be a shame to let such talent go unrecognized."
"Oh! Yes, yes, of course," Bagman dabbed at his forehead nervously. "The Ministry always recognizes talent."
Harry smiled slightly. His fame had its uses after all.
"Heads up mate, here she comes," Ron interrupted.
Harry turned just as Ginny finished her last interview. Their eyes met across the pitch, and that familiar fierce look blazed in her brown eyes. She flew to him – literally, dismounting her broom mid-flight to land gracefully before him. Without hesitation, she pulled him into a passionate kiss, her fingers threading through his perpetually messy hair. Harry's world narrowed to just her – the subtle scent of broom polish and wind, the softness of her lips, the way she seemed to pour all the exhilaration of victory into that one moment.
Ron cleared his throat loudly. "Oi! Brother still present!"
Ginny broke away laughing and threw her arms around Ron. "Poor Ronniekins! How's it feel watching your precious Cannons get absolutely demolished?"
"Just you wait," Ron grumbled good-naturedly. "The Cannons are due for a comeback any decade now."
Ginny let out a peal of laughter, her hands resting on his shoulders as she shook her head. "Right, well, I need to hit the showers," she announced, turning to Harry with a sly grin.
She stepped into him, her body pressing against his in a way that was anything but casual. She reached up on her toes, her breasts dragging deliberately across his chest, and whispered hotly into his ear, "Meet me in the showers."
She pulled away just as quickly, winking playfully before bounding off, her laughter echoing behind her.
Harry stood there for a moment, his body already betraying him. He shook his head fondly as he watched her go, his gaze lingering on the way her tight pants hugged her pert ass, the fabric stretching with every step.
"Don't go anywhere, Ron. We're celebrating tonight!" she called over her shoulder, her voice fading as she disappeared down the corridor.
Ron bumped his shoulder. "Let's go make sure everyone clears out properly. Fans can get a bit mental after a crushing defeat like that – especially when there's firewhisky involved."
Harry nodded, forcing his legs to move. After ten minutes of watching the crowds filter out through the stadium exits, restlessness overtook him.
He tried to resist, he really did. But that hug, her voice, her everything—she was impossible to ignore. He was a red-blooded man, after all, and Ginny Weasley wasn't just any witch. She was a force of nature, and Harry wasn't sure he'd ever been able to resist her.
"Er, Ron?" Harry shifted uncomfortably. "Need to hit the loo real quick. Back in a minute."
Ron raised an eyebrow but waved him off. As soon as Harry rounded the corner, his holly wand was in his hand, casting in rapid succession – a Disillusionment Charm followed by a Silencing Charm on his feet. For good measure, he pulled his invisibility cloak over himself, its familiar silvery fabric settling around him like water.
He traced Ginny's path down the players' corridor, his heart racing with anticipation. He didn't stop to think about what he was doing—he just knew he couldn't resist her call.
He pushed open the door to the changing room, the steam from the showers already curling in the air like a lazy serpent. He froze, his hand still on the doorframe, as he took in the scene before him.
"Fuck", he muttered under his breath, the word barely audible over the cacophony of laughter and chatter. In his tunneled frenzy, he had somehow completely forgotten about the rest of the team. Of course Ginny would share the changing room with her teammates!
The Holyhead Harpies weren't just a strong team—they were a league of their own. And as Harry stood there, invisible and utterly stunned, he realized the owner's marketing strategy was no accident. Every witch in the room was stunning, their athletic bodies glistening with sweat, their laughter and banter filling the air like music. The frequent posters they released in their modified, skimpy uniforms always sold out within hours.
Now, he understood why.
Harry's eyes darted around the room, taking in the sight of the witches as they peeled off their tight uniforms, the soaked fabric clinging to their skin before being discarded. Every movement seemed deliberate, every gesture dripping with confidence. He watched as one bent over, her round ass exposed as she tugged off her shoes. Another struggled with her arm guard, her breasts jiggling tantalizingly as she finally managed to pry it off. Their tight bodies gleamed in the soft light, their lingerie damp with perspiration, and Harry felt a heat rise in his cheeks—and elsewhere.
Gwenog Jones, the team captain, climbed onto a bench, completely naked, a bottle of firewhiskey in hand. She raised her arms in the air, her voice booming with pride. "Ladies, what a game! I'm so proud of each and every one of you. You showed them what the Harpies are made of!" The room erupted in cheers, the witches clapping and whistling, their excitement palpable.
Gwenog's gaze swept the room, her expression shifting to one of mild confusion as she frowned cutely. "Where's the star of the show? Where's Weasley?"
From across the room, a voice called out, causing Harry to tear his eyes away from Gwenog's erect nipples. "She ran off into the showers as soon as she came in. Let the girl wash up a bit."
Harry's gaze snapped to the speaker.
Katie Bell had matured into a fine woman since leaving Hogwarts, her body toned and curvaceous as she lounged on a bench. Her large breasts swayed as she reclined back, her skin glistening with a thin sheen of sweat. She bit her lip as she continued, her voice low and sultry. "Honestly, she's been on fire these days. The way she dominates the opposition really does something for me." The last words almost came out as a moan, and Harry felt his pulse quicken as her hand dropped down, reaching between her thighs.
"Oi, you know that's someone's girlfriend you're lusting after!" the witch beside her teased, and Harry's eyes flicked to Alicia Spinnet, her dark hair falling in loose waves over her shoulders. She looped an arm around Katie, pulling her close in jest, and Harry watched as Katie's face was pressed into Alicia's heaving chest. Katie didn't seem to mind, and Harry could've sworn he saw her tongue dart out for a quick lick. Her hand reached up to slap Alicia's breast in retort, and Harry watched in slow motion as the skin colored a rosy pink. The sound of the slap echoed in the room, followed by a burst of laughter.
The room was alive with laughter and teasing, the witches completely at ease in their nudity, and Harry felt like he was drowning in a sea of temptation. I need to find Ginny, he thought, his pulse pounding in his ears. He maneuvered through the room, careful not to bump into anyone, the steam from the showers growing thicker as he approached. The sound of running water guided him, the rhythmic splash echoing in his ears. He pushed open the door to the showers, the steam enveloping him as he stepped inside. He glanced down the row of stalls, spotting the one with a closed curtain.
And there she was.
Ginny stood under the spray, her back to him, her red hair darkened by the water and clinging to her skin. The water cascaded down her body, catching the light and highlighting every curve. She turned slightly, her hand running through her hair, and Harry's breath caught in his throat.
She hadn't noticed him yet, and he took a moment to just watch her, his heart pounding in his chest. The soapy suds gave her skin a sheen, and she reached over to cup her breasts, carefully cleaning them, lifting them slightly to wash under them. The movement was almost hypnotic.
He stepped closer, the sound of the water drowning out his footsteps. Ginny's hand trailed down her stomach, her fingers brushing against the soft skin of her abdomen. She looked so... sexy. Harry's heart was racing now, his body reacting to the sight of her.
"Ginny," he whispered, his voice barely audible over the sound of the water. She froze, her head tilting slightly as if she wasn't sure she'd heard him. Then she turned, her eyes locking onto his—or rather, where he should've been.
"Harry?" she called softly, a smile playing on her lips. "You came."
He stepped closer, cancelling all the spells and lowering the hood of the invisibility cloak, just enough for her to see his face.
Her smile widened, and she reached out, her wet hand brushing against his cheek. "You're full of surprises, Potter."
Harry couldn't help but grin, stepping fully into the shower with her. The water soaked through his robes, but he didn't care. "You called. I came."
Ginny laughed, the sound musical and warm, and pressed her body against his. "Good. Because I've been thinking about this all game."
Harry barely had time to breathe before Ginny was on him, her lips crashing against his with a hunger that sent a jolt straight to his already throbbing cock. Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as their tongues danced in a heated rhythm. He could feel the way her body pressed against him, her curves molded to his as if they were made to fit together.
His hands slid down her back, tracing the curve of her spine before gripping her ass firmly. She let out a low moan, her hips grinding against his. Merlin, she's ready. His cock strained against his trousers, desperate for release, and he knew there was no way he could hold back now.
"Harry," she breathed against his lips, her voice a sultry whisper that sent shivers down his spine. "I need you. Now."
Her hands fumbled with the zip of his trousers, her fingers trembling with urgency as she pulled his cock free. Harry groaned as she wrapped her hand around him, her grip firm and sure as she stroked him slowly. He could feel the heat of her breath on his neck as she whispered, "You're so hard for me, Potter. Always so hard."
He chuckled, a low, husky sound that vibrated through his chest. "Fuck, Gin, have you no shame? You've got a stadium full of fans right outside, and yet you couldn't wait to get some dick?" He reached for his wand, muttering a silencing charm under his breath to ensure their privacy.
Ginny pulled back slightly, her eyes meeting his with a playful pout. Innocent? Hardly. "You've turned me into a slut," she admitted, her voice trembling with a raw honesty that made his cock twitch. "Desperate for your cock." Her hands moved over him, stroking him with a rhythm that had him gritting his teeth. "You better take responsibility."
Before he could respond, she stepped back, the water cascading over her body in a way that made his mouth go dry. She bent over slowly, the water cascading down her back, and Harry's eyes followed the path of the droplets as they traced the curve of her spine, down to the dimples on her hips, and further still, between the soft mounds of her arse, over her winking rosebud, and finally, over her swollen, glistening pussy.
Her lips were engorged, parted slightly to reveal the soft pink folds beneath, and he felt his cock twitch in response.
She jiggled her arse at him, the playful motion sending droplets of water splashing in every direction. She glanced over her shoulder, her gaze hooded, her lips curved into a wicked smile.
"Come over and fuck your witch, Harry," she said, her voice dripping with need. "I'm so wet and ready for you."
His cock gave a needy jump at her words, and Harry couldn't help but nod, his body moving of its own accord. He reached for the hem of his shirt, intending to remove it, but Ginny stopped him with a sharp, "No, let it be." Her eyes roved over his form, lingering on the way the fabric clung to his chest, the definition of his muscles visible even through the wet material, the dripping badge gleaming on his chest.
"You don't know how incredible you look like this," she murmured, her voice filled with awe.
He stepped forward, his hands finding her hips, and he guided himself to her entrance. The head of his cock pressed against her slick folds, and they both moaned in unison as he began to sink into her.
Ginny's pussy stretched around him, her walls gripping him tightly, welcoming him in. Harry pushed in further, inch by inch, until he was balls deep inside her, his cock burning with the need to move.
"Fuck, Harry," she moaned, her voice trembling with pleasure. "You're so big, baby. And so hard for me."
Harry grit his teeth, the sensation of her tight, wet heat around him almost overwhelming. He held onto her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh, and he pulled himself out slowly, only to slam back in with a force that made Ginny cry out. He set a brutal pace from the start, knowing that neither of them would last long.
Plap. Plap. Plap.
The sound of his hips meeting her arse filled the shower stall, amplified by the water that slicked their skin. Ginny's moans grew louder, more desperate.
"Harry, please," she begged, her hand dropping to her clit as she circled the sensitive nub with practiced ease. "I'm so close. Don't stop. Don't you dare stop."
He brought a hand down, spanking her ass lightly and watching as it jiggled with each thrust. Her body tightened around him, her walls fluttering as she teetered on the edge of orgasm. He reached up, tangling his fingers in her fiery hair and tugging her back, causing her to arch beautifully as he continued to pound into her.
"Cum for me, Gin," he whispered, his voice rough with desire.
And she did.
Her entire body shuddered as she came, her pussy clenching around him so tightly that his cock actually popped out of her. She cried out, her thighs trembling as she struggled to stay upright, but Harry wasn't about to let her fall. He looped his arms under her knees, lifting her effortlessly.
He sank her back onto his cock, his movements rough and desperate as he chased his own release. Ginny's tongue lolled out of her mouth, her head falling back in ecstasy, and one of her hands dropped to her toned stomach, gently caressing the bulge that formed every time Harry pushed into her.
"You're so fucking deep, Harry," she moaned, her eyes rolling back in pleasure as she threw her head back. "I'm Britain's rising star, you big oaf!"
He chuckled, the sound rumbling through his chest as he continued to pound into her. Her hands roamed over his body, her nails digging into his shoulders as she pulled him closer. She kissed his neck sloppily, her breath hot against his skin as she whispered, "Mmh, yes, that's it baby. Cum for me. Pound into me. Use me. Use my pussy to cum, Harry."
Her words were the catalyst he needed. His thrusts became erratic, his hips slamming into her with a desperation that mirrored her own. He could feel his orgasm building, a coil of pleasure tightening in his gut until it finally snapped. With a low groan, he buried himself as deep as he could, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself into her.
Ginny's eyes flew open, her body trembling as she came again, her pussy fluttering around him in waves of pleasure. Harry held her close, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he slowly lowered them both to the floor of the shower. He was still inside her, his cock twitching weakly as he leaned back against the wall, her body draped over his.
Her head fell against his chest, her fingers tracing idle patterns on his skin, and Harry's arms wrapped around her, holding her close.
"You're going to be the death of me," she whispered, her voice soft and sated.
He laughed, a low, exhausted sound as he pressed a kiss to her temple. "You started this, Weasley. Don't blame me if I can't resist you."
She turned her head, her lips brushing against his as she said, "Then don't resist. Ever."
A brilliant silver light suddenly filled the stall. Harry's wand was in his hand before he could think, but it was only Ron's Jack Russell terrier Patronus.
When it spoke, it carried Ron's voice, clipped and professional, "Code Red at Section H. Three subjects in Death Eater masks causing disturbance. Magical discharge detected. Backup requested immediately."
Harry's eyes widened in disbelief, meeting Ginny's equally shocked gaze. She was already pushing him up. "Go, help him. I'll be right behind you."
Harry closed his eyes, focusing on his destination. There was the familiar crushing sensation of apparition – like being forced through a tight rubber tube – and then he was gone, leaving only a faint pop in his wake.
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