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It was well after dark when Katie Bell made her way towards the girls' locker room. Today's match had been the most brutal of the year, 'Gryffindor versus Slytherin, of course.' This time, the Gryffindor team had given everything it had and lost.
The game was the longest she'd ever played, nearly five hours, and had only ended when Draco Malfoy had knocked Harry from his broom as they'd both dived for the Snitch.
Katie was above them as they plunged, and she was the only one who saw Draco's foot connect with the end of Potter's broomstick, sending the Gryffindor Seeker out of control. Well, clearly Madam Hooch didn't see it, so the foul wasn't called; Draco got the Snitch, and Slytherin won.
Katie was so worked up that her cool-down took much longer than usual. Even though she was physically exhausted, she was keyed up mentally. She didn't want to head straight back to Gryffindor Tower and all the gloomy faces. Only seventh years like her remembered what it was like to lose to Slytherin at Quidditch. Everyone else assumed, expected really, that Harry would catch the Snitch first at every game.
There was even good-natured ribbing from the other Gryffindors if their matches lasted more than two hours before Potter emerged victorious, golden Snitch in hand. They had never seen a Slytherin Seeker circling the Gryffindor stands, smirking all the way.
Katie wondered what the students were saying to Harry. She loved Gryffindor house and its members, but occasionally they had a tendency to talk out of their arses. In this game, frustration and complacency allowed them to lose, not Harry.
She sighed as she hit the dark walkway leading to the locker rooms. She pushed the door to the girls' side or tried to. It was locked up for the night. Damn it, she thought, irritated.
'My clothes are in there, and I want a hot shower!' By the time she got back to the castle, showers would be full and water turning lukewarm.
Katie surveyed across the hall and eyed the door leading to the boys' locker room. Surely all the blokes had finished by now, and no one would be the wiser if she just rinsed off over there before going up to the school.
Cautiously, she pushed the door. It opened, and she peeked around just a little bit to be sure there wasn't anyone directly in her line of vision.
"Hello?" she called. "Is anyone there?" No answer.
That was all she needed. The chilly night air was working its way through her heavy robes and turning the damp fabric icy-cold against her skin. She came inside and walked down the parallel rows of lockers. It looked to be set up just like the girls' side, so she assumed this route would take her to the showers.
The lights in the shower area were off, and it was dim but for the light of the full moon through the frosted glass near the ceiling. Quickly, Katie stepped into a small cubicle to undress and grabbed a towel and soap from the shelves near the entrance to the showers.
Katie had only taken three steps beyond the threshold when she saw Harry leaning against the sidewall of the communal shower. His eyes were closed, and water sluiced over his body, hair plastered to his forehead as the spray beat down from above.
Her gasp of surprise was loud as a firecracker in the tiled room. Harry jerked, his eyes snapping open and staring at her as if she was an apparition. Katie was frozen in place, stunned at his presence and very aware that the two of them were naked.
'Merlin pants! Say something, something, anything! Runaway or stay?' Katie’s thoughts were whirring in her head. She took in Harry's lithe form, lean, tight muscles under pale skin. His legs weren't as spindly as she might have guessed, and they were lightly dusted with black hair. That dark hair traced up to his thighs, growing thicker around his uncut genitals. A hundred forbidden thoughts raced out of her mind and washed into her blood.
"Hey, Potter," she said with all the composure she could muster, "mind if I share the hot water? Girls' room is locked up for the night." God, the way he was staring at her was so strange. He hadn't moved a muscle but was still looking at her with an odd look on his face. It did strange things to her and made her legs feel rubbery.
Without waiting for an answer, she turned and walked to one of the nozzles on the opposite wall from where Harry stood. Never one to be overly concerned with modesty, Katie flung her towel over the shower knob and pulled the handle to adjust the temperature until it was nearly scalding. It felt great. She rinsed her hair and chanced a glance over her shoulder to see if Harry was still there. He was openly gazing at her, his eyes roving her naked backside.
He was also hard as a rock. Katie couldn't help but notice; it was pretty thick, much more so than it'd been when she'd first caught his presence. Her stomach fluttered, sending warmth to her thighs.
'Oh, this is the perfect opportunity.' It was a long-standing point of contention with the female members of the Gryffindor team that Harry was either gay or headed to the muggle priesthood for all the attention he paid girls. Hell, Ron's younger sister had been throwing herself at him for years. Katie suspected that even Hermione had tried to grab his attention a time or two. Neither of them had gotten anywhere with Harry. But at the moment, it certainly looked like he liked girls.
Harry couldn't believe what he was seeing. One of the most gorgeous girls in his house, Katie Bell, was naked and showering less than ten feet from him! He'd nearly shouted when she appeared inside the showering area. Under the spray, he hadn't heard anyone coming into the locker room, and he sure as hell hadn't expected to open his eyes to find Katie standing there, naked, a towel pressed to her front.
He was robbed of speech and movement for several seconds as all the blood rushed from his head and into his prick.
She acted as if it was no big thing, she just needed a shower, and the girls had been locked. He got a full view of her voluptuous backside as she walked over to the opposite wall and turned on the spray. Harry was thankful for two things; one, that the heavens above had chosen to allow him to see Katie Bell naked, and two, that she hadn't shown up five minutes earlier while he was jerking off.
However, he was glad that he had done so because her side profile was enough to make his prick jump in anticipation and his spine tingle dangerously. She had the smoothest skin he'd ever seen, and in the weak light from the windows, he could make out the outline of her breasts when she raised her hands to smooth her wet hair from her face. He just stood there, drinking in her curves; was this what all girls looked like naked?
Her long curly hair was sleek and hung down her back and shoulders in wet waves. The ends came down over the curve of her breast, and the thought of touching her nipple made Harry's spine tingle again.
He was so intent on memorizing the curves of her body that it took a few seconds for him to realize Katie was watching him with a half-smile on her face. As soon as his eyes connected to hers, she spun around to face him and stuck her hand on a shapely hip.
"See something you like, Potter?" she said, grateful that her dusky complexion kept the heat in her face from showing. Harry's face was glowing like a Christmas tree light. She stuck her hip out slightly in his direction, the gesture meant to be a bit of a challenge; she hoped he'd take the bait or she'd have to resort to more aggressive measures - or get the answer to the Harry question once and for all. She wanted to see how far she could take the game before Harry got assertive. She shivered to think about it; Harry could be pretty aggressive when frustrated.
His eyes immediately fell to the shadowy area at the junction of her thighs. "Ah, sorry," he mumbled and spun around quickly in a belated attempt to hide his arousal from her, embarrassed at being caught.
He felt her body heat well before she spoke into his ear. "Whatcha gonna do about that, Harry?" she whispered, reaching around to grasp his arousal and giving it a slow stroke.
Every nerve in his body went on high alert as he watched her slim fingers close around him and move over his swollen flesh. A tortured gasp escaped his lips, and he threw his head back and panted; it felt so good, her smooth palm creating a delicious little friction. He thrust forward into her hand, wanting her to continue, his shame at being naked and aroused gone entirely.
Harry was only a little bit taller than she was, and his hair was long enough to tickle her shoulder as his head fell back. Katie observed his face, fascinated at the raw sensuality flickering across it.
Drops of water freckled his cheeks and forehead; she wasn't sure if it was the spray from the shower or his own sweat. His mouth was open slightly, and his rough breathing was causing hers to speed up as well. She smoothed her hand back down his wet length and drew the other hand down to cup his balls.
He hissed loudly and pushed his hips forward again. Katie couldn't tear her eyes from his profile; he was flushed, his lips dusky and moist, the charcoal of his eyelashes standing out against his fevered cheek. Simply delectable, and she wanted to have a taste.
The touch of her lips on his neck brought him to the surface. He'd never been quite sure of himself around girls, and they seemed as intimidated as he did when it came to matters of snogging and petting.
But now he was in a steamy shower with Katie, who seemed to know just the right things to do, pressing her breasts to his back, her lips closing over his earlobe. He moaned, turning, seeking out her lips.
Harry's eyes opened as Katie released her hands from him. The whites of his eyes were a bit bleary as if he suffered from allergies or had been crying at some earlier point in time. Green eyes met brown and locked as their lips met.
Just because Harry hadn't had overt experience with the opposite sex didn't mean he wasn't a student of the sensual arts. Last summer, he'd spent considerable time (while Dudley was at tutoring to help him pass his studies at Smeltings) with a book called The Joy of Sex. Harry had no clue how Dudley had obtained such a thing, but the pictures and descriptions opened up a whole new way of looking at women.
And now, he had an opportunity to put some of his reading comprehension to the test. He raised his hands to her breasts at the same time Katie's tongue parted the seam of his lips, and the two of them moaned together before fusing their open mouths.
Katie's eyes fluttered closed as Harry ground the raised centers of her nipples into his palms, then rubbed a thumb over each in rhythm. She had meant to tease hind, and now she was the one being tormented.
His erection was pressing into her belly, hard as steel. She ground against it, wanting it lower and inside, quickly losing her intention to play with him.
She broke the kiss to breathe and quirked an eyebrow at Harry. "So, have you made up your mind?"
"What?" He was adorably confused, his pupils dilated in the shadowy light. Katie grinned and reached between them to stroke along his prick lightly, picking up the bit of pre- cum on the tip and rubbing it around the smooth area peeking out from the foreskin.
Katie knew what she wanted to do. For some reason, giving a guy a blowjob was a terrific turn-on for her; she had a definite oral fixation. She loved to do it, as both Fred and George Weasley could attest. She was confident that Harry wouldn't mind at all.
Lightly pushing him back under the full spray, Katie sank to her knees in front of him. She ran her hands over the crisp hair on his legs before handling him gently and sucking the tip of him into her mouth.
"Oh, God," Harry moaned on a sharp inhalation of breath. This was progressing past the realm of sweaty-palm fantasies and straight into the embodiment of every pornographic dream he'd ever had; only those dreams had never felt quite so hot.
Her mouth was liquid fire over him, her tongue circling and teasing, making him grow even larger.
Harry resisted the urge to grab her head and thrust into her mouth as he'd seen done in a movie Dudley had let him watch (as a bribe for his silence about finding a pair of Petunia's knickers in Dudley's sock drawer); it felt so good.
Already weak at the knees from Katie's mouth, he nearly shot when he looked down and caught her watching him with feverish eyes. The image was so blatantly erotic, he couldn't help but complete it by curling his fingers in her hair.
The slight jerk of his hands on her scalp told Katie that Harry was close to being completely out of control. His slight grunt and increased participation, in turn, increased her enthusiasm.
She released her grip around the base of his cock and tried to take him deeper into her mouth. This she had tried before with varying amounts of success, usually gagging as the overzealous recipient tried to choke her.
However, with an untried Harry, she was having a great deal more success with the technique.
After figuring out how to time her breathing with the motions, she crept forward and began in earnest, taking him in until her nose touched his pubic hair. His hands tightened again, and this time his grunt of pleasure was louder. If she could have smiled...
He was so close, water pounding his chest, blood pounding in his ears, lips, tongue, slip, and friction at the center of it all.
Nearly mindless now, searching for release, he thrust forward a bit, searching for the movement that would send him over the edge. When he encountered no resistance from Katie, he thrust his hips in rhythm with her mouth until he could take no more.
Katie could feel Harry's flesh tightening and knew he was ready to blow. He tried to push her away before he let go, but she gripped the back of his thighs tightly and sucked while she rode out his orgasm.
She gagged a little when the first stream hit the back of her throat, but she recovered enough to hear the incoherent noises he made. Another grunt escaped from him as she rubbed her tongue over the underside of his prick, moving over the throbbing veins there.
It was all he could do to keep from crumpling as he shot harder than he ever had in his life, his knees weak from the force of it.
If Katie hadn't been there to maintain her grip on his legs, he would have melted into a pile of jelly at her knees.
Once she had ridden out his orgasm and released him, he did sink to his knees to face her. Her face was flushed, and she looked delighted. Whether it was with herself or with him, he wasn't sure.
"God, that was incredible," he said shakily and laughed a little self-consciously.
Her tongue came out, and she licked her lips suggestively. "I'd say the pleasure was all mine, but..." Katie arched her eyebrow a bit at his darkly flushing face. "C'mon, Potter, surely you're not modest? You're quite an impressive specimen."
Again, Harry felt tongue-tied. He wasn't sure what to say or do. Even though he'd had two orgasms in the past hour, his prick was still half-hard.
The water was still hot, and the warming charm would last another hour or so. Katie's breasts brushed his chest when he leaned in to capture her lips with his. Maybe she'd like him to reciprocate.
A slight noise of surprise escaped her when he separated the seam of her lips with his tongue and pushed forward aggressively. 'Oh yes, he's a natural.'
Their tongues duelled, jockeying for position. Harry tasted the musky odor of his own arousal on her lips, strangely exotic. His hands were shaking when he lifted the weight of Katie’s breasts in his hands.
Nothing in his fantasies matched the feel of her nipples as he circled over them. Softly puckered flesh dragged under the smooth calluses of his thumbs, causing her to moan softly and push her torso against his.
He was hard again. Katie ground her hips into his in time with the tingling sensations his fingers were sending through her tummy.
She wound her arms around his neck and spread her knees further apart, which had the added advantage of relieving the sharp pains shooting through her kneecaps from the hard tiled floor, and allowed his stiff prick to slip between her legs.
It was tantalizingly close to her aching centre, and when he jerked his hips in surprise, he was at the entrance to her body.
Harry released Katie's breasts and grasped her arse, pushing, wanting to bury himself inside her. It was so close; he could just feel the soft fleshiness of her outer lips around his shaft. He dropped his mouth to her neck, nipping up to the outer shell of an ear. Katie was on fire. She let him push her back to the wet floor and ravage her breasts, licking and sucking. A not-so-gentle nip caused her to cry out, a mix of pain and pleasure.
"Some girls like that," he said, his eyes gleaming darkly up at her.
"I like it, Potter," she said, hissing over the last syllable as Harry slid his middle fingers between her legs.
"Where did you learn to do that?" she moaned. He was twisting two fingers inside her and managing to flick his thumb over her clit at the same time. Thirty seconds of it left her writhing, aching to come apart around his hand.
"Does it matter?" His voice was near her head now, and she opened her eyes to see him reaching up to grab his towel.
Katie noticed that his hands were shaking as he rolled them up and moved to place them under her head. When his arms came down, he brought the rest of his body down over hers. After several minutes of mind-numbing kisses, Harry broke the contact to look at her once more.
"Katie, I—do you want to go on? I mean — do you want to—" There it was again, that adorable hesitation mixed with lots of testosterone and lust. The slippery want increased tenfold. It made her feel naughty, to be the first, and no doubt last, person to see that combination on his face.
"Fuck, Harry?" She grinned at his excited intake of breath, then mirrored the noise as he positioned his shaft with shaky fingers and pushed into her.
Two thrusts, and he was buried to the hilt, stretching her open with short, deep strokes. Her knees came up and back, and Harry pounded roughly into her. He stopped when he felt her hands pushing on his shoulders, her voice coming as if from far away.
"Can't breathe," she panted. Heavy on top of her, each lunge of his pushed the breath from her lungs, and it was either stop or pass out at the rate he was going.
"Sorry," he mumbled. Then, "what should I do? I'm not exactly an expert here."
"It's alright. Just push back a little bit on your knees—that's it," she said, encouraging him to hold his weight on his elbows and knees. Wriggling her hand down to the small of his back, they began to move again, more carefully this time. Katie was able to manoeuvre her hips to a mutually satisfying position, and she moaned when Harry's hips met hers, shooting an electric impulse through her tummy.
A few quick adjustments — Harry slid forward and down a bit more, Katie wrapped her legs around Harry's waist — and the heat of the moment washed over them again. The jumpiness and nerves had worn off, and Harry began to concentrate on movements that made Katie moan low in her throat. He licked and kissed her clavicles and moved to her breasts, sucking each in turn; the noises she made were just hot, and he wanted to hear them over and over in that breathless way. They were oddly satisfying.
The way he was pushing in and out of her was perfectly in sync with his mouth and her body's growing need for fulfilment. When his head came away from her chest (and he had the fascination with breasts that all men seem to harbour), she pushed her hand between them, separating them until they were only touching at the nexus of their thighs. Their eyes were both transfixed on the sight of that joining, blurred in the weak light.
Harry was the first to look away, groaning. The sight was too much for him, his brain awash in erotic images. Katie's body was growing tighter around his straining prick, and he wasn't altogether sure he was going to be able to wait for her to climax unless she did it quickly.
And quickly, she did come. Harry was swelling inside her, stretching. She'd not felt anything like that before, not that she was counting a shag each between the Weasley twins and one drunken night with Oliver Wood as worldly experience in all matters sexual. It made her arch up to rub her clit against his lower stomach, and Harry managed to pin her down and make wild, sharp stabbing thrusts into her body.
A half-dozen strokes and she gasped, going rigid for a long second before the sparks flew in her peripheral vision and bubbled through her veins to tingle in her fingers and toes.
She felt Harry go still, and her eyes opened to meet his hazy green ones as he shuddered over her.
It was the best sensation he'd ever felt in his life to have hot, soft flesh around him at the height of his climax.
The audio-visual stimulation wasn't half-bad either. Harry lifted himself off her, not wanting to crush her again and also to get out of the spray of the showerhead, which was stinging his back.
He helped Katie to her feet; they were both a bit shaky from all the exertion.
She was grinning when she was firmly planted upright. "Wow, Potter, never knew you had it in you." Her grin grew even wider as she watched him raise his eyebrows — she knew he had several innuendoes circling in his head. Still, he was going to be too much of a gentleman to voice them aloud.
Instead, Harry grinned back and palmed the back of her head, bringing her face up for a smacking kiss. "Don't have much longer before the warming charm wears off the water."
They finished washing, and Harry slipped into the changing area to allow Katie some privacy as she finished up. She came through to find her quidditch jumper and corduroys clean and dry courtesy of Harry. He had pulled on his cords and a white undershirt and was stuffing the rest of his equipment into a duffle bag.
She couldn't resist tweaking one of his cheeks as she walked by, which earned her a sharp smack on the derriere in return. A few minutes of chasing ensued, wherein many slaps and pinches were exchanged before Harry pinned her in a bear hug. A few minutes of snogging followed that. Katie finally conceded that they'd better get back up to the castle before anyone came looking for them, it was nearly midnight.
"We gotta go, they're bound to send a search party after us, and I guarantee they aren't going to be expecting this," she said, disengaging her arms from around his neck.
"Hmm, I doubt it," he agreed. Harry slung both gear sets over his shoulder and slung his free arm over Katie's shoulder.
Together they walked up to the school, and Harry helped Katie into the portrait hole before handing her equipment.
The common room was empty, and Harry took advantage to sneak a couple more kisses before Katie suggested they head for their respective rooms. She really didn't want to send him away.
Still, the walls had ears in Gryffindor Tower. The less contact they had in public, the better to ensure a repeat performance of the night's activities. Climbing the stairs, she felt the tell-tale tension between her thighs that told her she'd be sore in the morning, and she smiled. It was well worth it.