It was a very strange feeling for Harry, realizing that arriving in the Gryffindor boys' dormitory actually made him LESS relaxed. It had always been the other way around. At the Dursleys he always felt so isolated, as if he were alone and surrounded behind enemy lines, whereas when he arrived at school, even Ron and Seamus's snoring made the small room feel like a home.
And it wasn't like his roommates had gotten any worse (or quieter). Instead, it was just the fact that Harry had to sleep alone.
It had been ages since he had a bed to himself. He hated it. He'd gotten used to having Tonks with him, then later Ginny or Hermione (or both). Just three days into the school year, he felt as if his balls were full enough to burst. Had he always had such a short fuse?
"Harry, are you listening?"
"Huh? I mean, yeah, of course I am!"
Katie Bell looked unconvinced as she stared at him, sitting with her legs out straight on the grass of Hogwarts' lawn. The two were in between classes, and the Chaser had quickly grabbed Harry, ready to consult her new captain.
In among all the excitement and pretty witches over the summer, Harry had somewhat glossed over his new position. The looming threat of Voldemort and loss of his godfather didn't help either. The truth was that Quidditch was far from his main priority… but he was still proud to take on the new role for his house.
Katie dove back into talk of tactics and things to look for in tryouts. Harry tried to listen, honestly he did, but it was all a bit much for him. He wasn't Oliver Wood. He loved the sport, but he was a Seeker who did everything off of intuition and reckless flying. Tactics and formations weren't his specialty.
So as he tried to stare at Katie and listen, he found himself doing more of the former and less of the latter. She was into her seventh year now, and Harry could see the extra age on her face. Not in a bad way. Katie had always been short and petite, despite her athletic body, with a cutish girl-next-door face. Now, she'd lost a bit more of the baby fat, adding sharpness to her features. Her hair was up in a ponytail similar to the way she tied it back whenever she was on a broom, to keep it from getting into her eyes. She nibbled her bottom lip slightly between every sentence, her eyes locked intently on the parchment beneath her.
Harry's study was so in-depth, that it turned out not to be nearly as covert as he thought he was being. Katie dropped the parchment she was reading, which had her many notes and ideas for the team crammed onto every inch, and instead faced him, placing her hands on her hips.
"When I asked for your attention, I meant for you to listen to me," she asked exasperatedly. "Come on, my face isn't that interesting!"
"I don't know," Harry said, "it looks pretty good to me."
Katie blushed. "Now you're just trying to embarass me. How would you feel if I just sat here, ignoring everything else and eyeing you up?"
"Try it," Harry suggested.
When Katie gaped, he just shrugged.
"It's only fair," he said.
"Well… Fine!" said Katie.
She crossed her arms, turning completely away from her Quidditch notes, and looked him dead in the face. Harry smiled and let her. He watched her lips trace his sharp jaw, follow his cheek bones, and pause on his lips. Katie shifted. She seemed ready to look away, but she had gotten herself in too deep, so she continued to look.
"You, uh, really grew up, Harry."
He just smiled.
"Can I look away now?"
"If you want," he said.
Katie hastily snatched up her parchment, holding it between them like a shield. She read it, and attempted to start reading more tactics, but it was hindered by the way her eyes kept darting up, sneaking more glances at Harry.
For his part, Harry looked around. They were on the far side of the Great Lake, the castle quite a distance away, sitting on soft grass. Nobody else was in sight. They'd gotten a special gap in their schedule from McGonagall as a result of their Quidditch responsibilities. Their Head of House really was more competitive than she let on.
With Katie stuttering and sneaking glances at him, Harry was understanding even less of the tactics than he had been at the start. He felt a pressure between his legs, and a now familiar feeling of arousal, like all the blood in his body was flowing straight up.
Harry laid a hand on Katie's knee, making her jump, though the girl did not scoot away.
"I think that's enough about tactics and such," he said. "There's something even better we could be practicing."
Katie swallowed. "What's that?"
"Team chemistry."
Harry leaned in, kissing her. The parchment slipped from Katie's fingers. She slowly leaned down, falling flat on her back, while Harry followed, landing above her on all-fours.
When the kiss broke, Katie was bright red.
"But… But… What about Hermione?" Katie asked.
Harry's brow furrowed. "What about her?"
"Aren't you two dating?"
"No?" Harry said. "Hold on. Why did you think that?"
Katie somehow managed to blush even harder, looking away from his eyes.
"It's just, all the girls noticed marks on her," she mumbled. "Someone had been biting her neck, and she was limping like… Well, I just assumed it had to be you who did it."
Interesting. Harry made a mental note that Hogwarts fairer half were apparently MUCH more observant about this sort of thing than guys like him were. Still, he couldn't keep a smirk off his face.
"Want to know a secret?" he asked. "I am the one who left her like that. But we aren't dating."
He shifted, grabbing Katie's chest through her Hogwarts robes. The Chaser shivered, biting her lip.
"Then…" she gasped.
"It was only sex," Harry said. "Just like this."
He shifted his weight up, shedding his robes and pulling off his shirt. Katie actually drooled a bit as his muscles were displayed. She lay there, emitting cute squeaks as he brought his hands down, beginning to unfasten her clothes. Her robe fanned out behind her, turning into something like a beach towel. Underneath, she wore a long skirt with stockings and a simple white shirt. Harry dealt with the shirt first, carefully popping it open one button at a time, holding eye-contact as he did it. By the time he got to the last one, Kate was shaking.
She sat up for him to get the sleeves off, and while she was upright he reached his hands around her. Katie's head was pressed to his pecs, while his arms were linked around her as he fumbled for her bra clasp. To save her embarrassment, he pretended not to hear the way she inhaled deeply through her nostrils, greedily sniffing up his scent.
Her bra came off, Harry pulling it away and dropping it on the ground. Katie covered her chest at first, hiding her nipples with a blush as she lay back down. Harry was content to let her cover them… for now.
When she was back down, he immediately undid her skirt. He pulled it down over her ankles. Her stockings extended with mesh all the way up to her hips, running over her simple panties. Harry grabbed them down at her toes, drawing them down slowly, allowing Katie to feel them slip off inch by inch.
Once they were gone, Katie was left laying on her black cloak, arms still clutched over her breasts, wearing nothing but a pair of panties. Harry stopped to admire the view, much to her embarrassment.
"At least give me something to look at too!" she complained.
Chuckling, Harry stood up. In truth, taking things this slow was driving him crazy as well. His lack of action made him want to pounce on her and start fucking straight away. But he still made sure to set the mood. Tonks taught him that was always important in the long run, and he wasn't one to ignore his shapeshifting teacher.
Harry undid his pants, pulling them down to reveal boxers with a pitched tent. When Katie saw the size of it, she visibly swallowed. Harry got rid of his underwear a second later.
He descended on Katie again, this time with his cock free to rub on her thighs. Katie's body was exactly what he expected underneath her robes: small, but tight all over, with an appetizing amount of muscle on her limbs. Her thighs in particular were well-shaped from years of clinging onto brooms. Harry wondered if that gripping experience would extend to her insides.
There was one way to find out. Much faster than he had gotten rid of the rest of her clothes, Harry tore away Katie's panties in a flash.
The older girl gasped as her pussy was quickly shown off. Her first reflex was to cover it, but she quickly realized that doing so would uncover her breasts, which she had been dutifully shielding this entire time. She hesitated, and the result was blocking neither, leaving her harry pussy and perky breasts both visible. Grinning, Harry buried himself in her.
She wasn't a virgin, which he was thankful for. It meant he didn't have to go slowly now, which was the last thing he wanted to do. It was incredible how ravenous just a few days without action had made him. He wondered if even that insatiability was a direct side effect of his sudden magical maturity.
But while these questions flitted through his head, the main thing on his mind was banging the tomboy beneath him properly. He bent forward, biting her breasts while his hips rose and fell. Katie screamed at the feeling of her insides being opened up, grabbing onto Harry's hair while he pleasured her body. Her cries were loud enough to carry over the water… But Harry didn't care. If anyone came to investigate, then so be it.
He had his answer about Katie's tightness. She gripped him so tightly that if he had his eyes closed, Harry could've believed she was squeezing him with two fists. It was if her entire body was a single muscle, desperate to wring his overfull balls.
But as tight as she was, Harry had been waiting for far too long to allow this to be short. He had a girl beneath him now just as he'd been craving. He wouldn't let her go until he absolutely had to.
Harry straightened, his teeth leaving Katie's perky breasts, which immediately began to jiggle as soon as his mouth wasn't holding them in place. He pried Katie's hands away from his head, pinning them to her laid out robe. Her expression wasn't one he'd ever seen on his friendly teammate before, while she squealed repeatedly underneath him.
Harry's body was so much bigger than Katie that he dwarfed her as she was beneath him. He had to be careful not to put too much weight on her, but even while he was paying attention to it, he could still tell Katie was trapped. The feeling of his weight pressing down seemed to kick her pleasure to a new level entirely. As his thrusts came in at a respectable speed, Katie wrapped her legs around his thighs, hanging onto him like he was a broom she couldn't afford to slip out of.
Increasingly wet noises echoed from her crotch each time Harry plunged into her depths. Katie gasped, and groaned, struggling to speak as she went through orgasm after orgasm.
"Hermione took it like this?"
"Over and over," Harry confirmed. "In as many positions as we could think up."
Perhaps Katie had a bit of bisexuality in her, because invoking the image of Harry doing this to Hermione's busty body made her tighten even further. Harry began to move faster, the wet slapping of their skin wringing out over the grass around them.
"Not bad for a Sixth Year, huh?" Harry teased.
"You're the best I've ever had!" Katie wailed. "Merlin, I didn't know someone could hit these spots!"
Harry mashed his hips down, as deep in her as possible, and paused for a moment while Katie's eyes bulged.
"Spots like these?" he asked.
Katie just screamed, cumming again.
Deciding that he'd teased her long enough, Harry stopped messing around. His body rose and fell at a consistent, fast pace, beating his lust into Katie's body. He felt her stiff muscles beneath him, tensing as they accepted his weight. Grunting, pushed his hips forward as well as down, driving Katie's body multiple inches as he hit his climax.
"Crap," Harry muttered, realizing he had just creamed Katie's insides. He'd meant to pull out, but… He'd have to be careful about that. A few days of dry spell had gotten him too excited, to the point he did something he didn't mean to.
As he started to pull back, Katie's legs tightened around him, freezing him in place.
"This is my last year at Hogwarts," she said quietly. "If I want to win another Quidditch Cup, it's got to be now. So I'm willing to do ANYTHING to boost team chemistry. And…" her voice dropped to a whisper, while she looked at Harry with hooded eyes, "...I'm on the potion."
She giggled at the way his eyes suddenly widened, before laughing loudly as he tore free from her legs, rolling her over. Harry slammed his still-hard cock into her from behind, relishing the wet squelch as it entered.
By the time they returned to the castle, Harry had to all but carry her.
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