So, did 'ou 'ave sex wiz even more random women ze day after zat," Gabrielle suddenly asked Harry, while fisting the blankets of his bed in her little hands. Over the last 10 minutes, she'd listened to the man rattle off about fucking this or that woman, and his sexual escapades were dangerously close to making her inner proto Veela go completely berserk…
"No, I didn't," Harry robotically replied as the Veritaserum continued to force him to be completely honest. "Over the next 4 days, Fleur barely ever left my side, and I was having sex with her nearly around the clock. It wasn't until the beginning of the following week that I had sex with other women."
"Give us all of the details," Tonks whispered against the skin of Harry's thigh as her hand returned to jerking Harry's cock under the blanket…
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The sound of the wind whistling in Harry's ears was instantly cut off as he cast an adapted bubble head charm around his entire body. He didn't know what magic his adversaries were going to perform to survive flying through Earth's upper stratosphere, but back home on Mars an extremely overpowered bubble charm works just fine.
The stretch of the broom racing course that Harry was currently careening through at nearly mach speed was an extremely long, extremely high altitude, gently sloping arch, so he eased off the power running to the broom's stabilizing and steering charms and maxed out the thrust charms to achieve a nearly explosive level of magical horsepower. Then he was essentially flying a rocket using his body weight to control his trajectory and it was just as tricky as it sounds, but the maneuver was allowing him to move like a bat out of hell and he knew that his body was up to the task.
While passing through the hundreds and hundreds of the smoky rings that designated the bounds of the racetrack, Harry cast a far-seeing charm on his eyes to stare about a Kilometer further up the track, and then he grinned wolfishly at what he saw. Greg Savoy, the ridiculous little prick, and his entire goon squad of lackey racers were dropping speed as they climbed to the apex of the arch, allowing Harry to finally close the distance and get a crack at the lead. Harry had known this was going to happen and had been waiting for just this opportunity. The method that the man was using to cheat wasn't effective at all when he was flying through an airless vacuum after all...
How did Harry find himself racing through Earth's upper atmosphere you ask? Simple. As it turns out, if you're a wizard capable of performing a significant amount of wandless magic, then you're automatically disqualified from taking part in Professional Quidditch matches, as no referee is qualified to tell whether or not you're cheating.
This was an unhappy fact that Harry ended up learning firsthand...
By the time Harry returned to Hogwarts for his 2nd crack at 7th year, he found that he was beginning to transcend the use of his wand, and as a result, he began practicing the ability to use wandless magic almost all around the clock. Then, when he and Ginny had their little "parting of ways'' halfway through the school year, the youngest Weasley almost immediately reported his newfound abilities to several Quidditch officials that she'd met in the process of trying out for the Hollyhead Harpies.
And just like that, Harry's career as a Quidditch Seeker came to a rather spiteful and inglorious end…
But wait!… There's more than one flying sport in the world, and there's a sport that doesn't give a damn if you can use wandless magic!
The World Broom Racing Championships is a flying sport where you need to navigate your way through a series of rings that denote a racing circuit, and if you miss a ring then you either need to fly back and get it or be disqualified. These racing tracks can span hundreds of Kilometers over every terrain known to man, but the best part of the sport so far as Harry was concerned was the fact that every racer was allowed to cast non-lethal spells at each other almost as if they're taking part in a high-speed aerial duel.
But wait, you might be saying… Aren't you, Harry Potter, a mega powerful, Dark Lord killing, phenom of a wizard that's going to win every single race almost by default?!
No! That's the best part! The World Broom Racing Championships are jam packed with cheaters, business cabals, organized crime, insider betting, corrupt officials and various other ne'er do wells, to the point that every single race has something brand new, ultra-sinister and or interesting to offer.... It's great! What's even better is that Harry is considered enemy number one in the eyes of literally every other racer on the track, so he generally finds himself having to avoid attacks from dozens of directions at exactly the same time!
It was so much fun!
The race that Harry was currently taking part in was a prime example of corruption and shameless cheating, as one of the race officials ended up making the lane that he started his race flying through almost a full Kilometer longer than anyone else's by "accident," with the end result being that he started out way behind everyone else and was forced to fight his way through all of the other racers if he wanted to close on the leaders.
Well he'd done it… Over the last 5 plus grueling hours, Harry had fought his way through 37 professional racers that were all dead set on ending his career as he flew over the lion's share of Europe, and now he was less than a half a Kilometer behind the leaders in their tightly knit little group… Harry knew for a fact that Greg Savoy and his team of scumbags were all illegally contracted to air elementals, which is why they were all so damned hard to keep up with. The wind spirits pulled them along as they flew and held back their rivals just as much, but at a cost. Greg savoy and the men that made up his team all had the balance of baby deer when they tried to walk on land. The wind spirits couched inside of their bodies hated being in contact with the Earth for any length of time and punished their hosts for forcing them to do so. It wasn't something that Harry would've subjected himself to even if he was given the opportunity, and the fact that he was able to keep up with Savoy's team without having to make such an absurd sacrifice made both Greg and his teammates angry as all hell.
Long story short, within the next few minutes, when Harry finally caught up with team Savoy, they were all going to pitch a fit…
And that's exactly what happened…
Around the time Harry hurtled through the apex of the racing circuit's last elevated arch and was about to begin the nearly vertical diving straightaway towards the finish line, Savoy and his teammates finally caught on to the fact that he was only 2 hundred meters behind them and all 12 of Greg's lackeys reacted in a predictable fashion. A veritable minefield of high impact curse, blinding curses, balance destroying curses and Impedimenta spells careened up at him in a ragged and unpredictable mass that covered Harry's entire line of approach.
Harry smiled. He loved this part!.... It was time to dance…
Extending his left hand out behind his back, Harry began wandlessly casting a highly powerful Helium conjuring spell out of his palm to propel himself forward using a gas jet that none of the Air elementals had any dominion over. Then he used his extended arm like the propulsion system on a spaceship to push his body back and forth through the incoming spells without ever having to reduce the power output to his broom's thrusting charms. He was maneuvering his completely maxed out broom using what amounted to one of Iron man's hand rockets and it was just as cool as it sounds. He juked, he jived, he rolled and he turned through the mass of incoming spells with a fluid grace that defied description as he caught up and then weaved through all of Savoy's men... Then he was releasing a dozen blinding spells of his own, almost as an afterthought, and leaving behind a group of men that weren't going to be able to finish the race.
There was one more person left. One more person to pass… Greg Savoy… The man himself. Mr. World Racing they called him… More like Mr. cheating scumbag….Today for sure, the win was going to be Harry's… As the 2 of them dove straight towards the earth at speeds that could barely be seen by the naked eye, Harry poured all of his focus into the racing broom's thrust charms, and strengthened the jet of summoned Helium tenfold to blast himself forward through the air. The wind that was in between Harry and Savoy attempted to hold him back as if it was suddenly much, much thicker than usual, but Harry erected a shield shaped like a needle pointed bullet around the front of his body to cut through the air with as little drag as possible. Then he was only 5 meters behind Savoy with a hundred meters to go. He was 4 meters behind with only 75, he was 2 meters behind with 50, he was 1 meter away with 25, he was flying completely even with savoy with just a few more meters to the finish line.
He was almost there. Just one more push….
And that was the moment when Savoy suddenly lost his cool, turned his focus away from pushing his broom with everything that he had, and attempted to cast a bludgeoning spell at Harry's head.
What an idiot!
With laughable ease, Harry wandlessly erected a second Protego shield between the 2 of them that deflected away the bludgeoning curse, and then he was hurtling through the checkered ring with a half a meter lead over Savoy.
He'd done it!... He'd won!... Eat shit Greg Savoy, you worthless piece of garbage!
After tearing out of the full speed dive with only meters to spare and then circling the finish line several times to soak in the deafening cheering of the audience in the multi layered stands, Harry slowly settled his broom down in the designated area and nonchalantly began moving towards the winner's podium. He didn't turn to regard his competition in any way shape or form as they all landed around the pitch, because he already knew that the lot of them would only spit at his feet if he tried to do so. Instead, he merely bounced up to the 1st place podium and then smiled winningly down at all of the losers that were filling up the stadium below. He didn't say a word. They all knew exactly what he was thinking, and it wasn't kind...
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Later that evening, when a black suit and tie wearing Harry walked into the media spectacle and feeding frenzy that was the 2005 World racing Championship Celebratory Ball, he immediately regretted the fact that everyone who took part in the race was contractually obligated to attend and take part in its various schmaltzy events. Not only that, but the plethora of the penalty clauses involved in the contract were annoying enough to keep even Harry from blowing it off…
Thankfully, at least this year Harry actually managed to win the race, and hadn't allowed the various schemes and traps laid out in his path to stop him from standing atop that podium. Last year, when he was rerouted right into an active volcano by a very convincing stretch of fake rings put down by yet another corrupt race official, Harry only managed to get in second place, which had been a distinctly humbling occasion. At the same time, it was nice to be reminded that he was only human, and finding normal, non-planet endangering events that still managed to pose a challenge was becoming harder and harder the more powerful he became as a wizard.
All in all, signing that ridiculous contract to take part in the race was still worth it, even though Harry wasn't a huge fan of large and ostentatious social gatherings like Balls and he didn't appreciate all of the hoops that he was forced to jump through…
Unfortunately for Harry, there was one additional challenge that he'd have to overcome tonight, and it was a recurring theme at all of these broom sport related functions.
Hollyhead Harpies second string Seeker, Ginevra Molly Weasley…
Every single time Harry came to one of these A-list Balls or ceremonies or such, he'd end up spending about a quarter of his time either ignoring or straight up rejecting the redhead's attempts to drag him somewhere private. The woman seemed to be under the misguided impression that she could repair the damages caused by both the love potions she'd dosed him with and then the way that she'd destroyed his Quidditch career. Unfortunately for Ginny, Harry wasn't of a similar opinion, and he wasn't willing to change his mind. So far as he was concerned, she was lucky he'd never revealed the dirty little details behind their breakup to the media…
As per usual, even as he walked through a gaudy golden archway leading from the Hotel's lobby into the massive Ballroom beyond, Harry caught sight of a woman wearing a forest green ball gown standing next to a very familiar man… Well… Shit…
Ginny Weasley was Greg Savoy's date to the ball… Harry could already tell that this was going to end up being especially annoying…
Walking further into the Ballroom, Harry saw that all of the rest of the flying sport elite were present as per usual. Famous Quidditch players from most of the biggest teams, all of his competition from earlier in the day, and then a lot of broom bunnies and hangers on were milling around at the various food and drink tables, where they were schmoozing with each other... Then of course, there was the rest of Ginevra's professional Quidditch team, the Hollyhead Harpies, and they were all just as attractive as their posters and calendars would lead you to believe. Despite everything they said to the contrary, that group of you ladies was just as much a modeling agency as they were a Quidditch team, and as much as Harry disliked Ginevra, even he'd admit that they were all extremely attractive. Too bad, the women who made up the Harpies were also completely notorious for having massive sex parties with fantastically expensive admission…
Pass…
Harry definitely wasn't the type to pay for sex and he wasn't the type to share with other men even in magical society where STDs can be completely cured in less than 2 minutes. Besides, as slutty as Harry knew he was, he never allowed his sexual escapades to become the focus of the various media sources throughout the world. He straight up refused to give those pricks the satisfaction. Oh sure, Harry was self-aware enough to know that he was mostly just butthurt about Rita Skeeter's ridiculous articles back when he was still attending Hogwarts, but that didn't change the fact that he resented most news media sources by default, and never gave them more than the most obvious information about his life.
One thing was absolutely certain… There was no way in hell Harry could spend a night with any of the ladies from among the Harpies' ranks without it becoming front page news the very next morning.
Long story short, Harry was about to reject the advances of yet another group of approaching young ladies, but for several different reasons, he hoped to do so as kindly as possible…
"No can do girls," Harry preemptively announced through a knowing smile as Angelina Johnson, Alicia Spinnet, and Katie Bell, AKA the Flying Foxes, the first-string Chasers of the Hollyhead Harpies, waltzed up, all bouncy and beautiful, and walked a slow assessing circle around his entire body. "We've discussed this several times," Harry continued when he was completely ignored, and the girls tightly encircled his body. "Look… You all know that I'm a fan... You know this… Feel free to call me up when it won't land me on the front page of every newspaper known to man..."
"Still a prude I see," Alicia purred as she drew a hand through Harry's hair and then softly cupped his cheek.
Still so secretive," Angelina breathed out into Harry's ear as she wrapped herself tightly around his left arm.
"Still so adorable," Katie squealed from behind, as she jumped up to throw her arms around his shoulders.
"I don't get called adorable very often anymore," Harry mused as he gently took up Katie's arms and then slowly drew them up over his head. Then he was standing in front of the 3 Gryffindor women with an amused smile that he couldn't quite conceal from his face. "When are you girls going to give up on getting me involved in all of your Harpies' craziness?
Angelina, Alicia and Katie turned to look at each other with facial expressions that clearly conveyed that such a thing would never happen, and then they each struck a pose as if to accentuate what Harry was missing.
In all honesty, it couldn't be denied that Harry was missing out on a lot...
Alicia Spinnet's mother was a witch that had migrated to Britain from Rio in her youth, so the young woman had a distinctly Brazilian body type, with jet black hair and that golden skin tone that Harry always enjoyed so much. During her time with the Harpies, she'd gone through a course of magical alterations that had her wide Brazilian hips and ass sculpted to absolute perfection and her tiny little tummy made even smaller. Tonight, she was wearing a slip of an orangey red dress that lifted her upper average sized breasts nearly to the point of falling out.
Katie Bell, English descent born and raised, had never been especially curvy, nor had she been noticeably augmented to become so since she first joined the Harpies. What she was instead… was an absurd level of baseline cuteness that was being magically accentuated to the point of weaponization… With her ultra large, ultra-deep and soulful hazel eyes, her expensively maintained and lustrous brunette hair, her lightly freckled and innocent looking little face, her button nose and her tiny little mouth, Katie Bell was the type to completely bankrupt CEOs in their attempt to spoil her rotten... Harry couldn't figure out how Katie could still look so pure and innocent given the debaucherous life that she was currently living, but it was far more likely that she knew her own appeal and was merely playing her part... Either way… Katie Bell was heart meltingly adorable in her insubstantial light pink cocktail dress, and there was just no use denying it…
Angelina Johnson's mom was a South African Witch Doctor while her dad was an English Healer at St Mungo's. With that being the case, Angelina had beautiful, milk chocolate skin like that Muggle actress Halle Berry, and a full set of outrageous curves that could make any actress on Earth turn positively green with envy. The woman was thicc in all of the right places without having even a speck of flab around her middle due to her extremely active lifestyle. Hell, even back at Hogwarts, Angelina's breasts, ass and thighs had already been the stuff of legend, and that was before the Harpies spent a boatload of Galleons magically bolstering her sex appeal. Tonight, she was wearing a skin tight and low cut pure white party dress that had Harry dangerously close to planting his face ears deep in her outrageously abundant cleavage…
Yeap… It was official… Angelina, Alicia and Katie were a huge source of pent up lust for Harry, and that wasn't something that he was all that used to dealing with anymore. He wanted the 3 of them, but he couldn't touch them. The reason for the prohibition was obvious… They were all extremely open and transparent with the media, thus they would never be able to keep him out of the newspapers…
"Yes, yes, all 3 of you are completely captivating and I know very well that I'm missing out," Harry casually admitted as he waved his hand and floated 4 flutes of champagne into their hands. Then the words that Harry was about to say were suddenly interrupted…
"Will the top 6 leading racers please come up to the presentation area to be auctioned off," a magically bolstered voice announced over the din of conversation.
"Say what now," Harry asked in a quiet voice.
"Looks like the boy didn't read the thirteenth page of fine print this year," Alicia mused with a smile in her voice.
"You're about to be auctioned off to spend 2 hours alone in a swanky little VIP area, with a few of your biggest fans to eat, drink and… talk…," Angelina added with a wink.
"I think it's cute," Katie added in a carefree tone of voice. "All of the proceeds are going to Dragon Pox research."
"Well… shit," Harry quietly breathed out as he waved a long suffering goodbye towards the trio of young women, walked across the room, moved up the stairs and then sidled into place right next to the podium. Soon enough, he had Greg Savoy awkwardly wobbling in on his left hand side as the runner up and giving him a grimace of distaste. Then the man's expression smoothed over as he saw the thinly veiled annoyance on Harry's face and recognized the source of his frustration.
"You didn't know about the auction," Greg whispered with a growing smile on his face. "Hah… Have fun getting harassed by some sweaty 50 year old man for 2 hours, while I fuck Ginny Weasley in every position imaginable. I peeked into her purse while she was in the bathroom, so I know for a fact that she brought just over 6,000 Galleons to purchase some of my time…"
Mostly due to the fact that having Ginny romantically involved with Greg would neatly solve one of his problems by sacrificing a person that he found annoying, Harry definitely hoped that the man was right. Unfortunately, he wasn't all that certain that he could bank on Ginevra Molly Weasley acting rationally or reasonably, since in his experience... she never did…
For the following 10 minutes, Harry and Greg stood there on the stage like statues as the men that were racing with them were auctioned off for a couple hundred Galleons each, generally to their loved ones who wanted to save them from an awkward couple of hours. Then it was finally Greg Savoy's turn and the man was turning towards the audience with his most dazzling of smiles.
"100 galleons," a morbidly obese woman immediately called out in an enthusiastic voice.
"150,' a chubby middle aged man called out next.
Both Harry and Greg waited for Ginny to call out her 6,000 to bring the painfully awkward auction battle between obese woman and chubby man to an end. Then it just never happened… Looking over in Ginny's direction, Harry swallowed at what she saw.
The woman was staring directly at him with the intensity of a bird of prey…
Shit…
"Personally, I think you're a fucking scumbag Greg," Harry whispered as the fat woman and the chubby man continued to compete to see who had the deeper pockets. "That doesn't change the fact that what Ginny has in mind with that 6,000 galleons of hers has nothing to do with your quality as a human being. She's my ex from way back at Hogwarts and she has no intention of leaving me unmolested…"
In the moments that followed Harry's whispered comment, Greg looked like he was about to get angry at him, only to pause as he caught on to the very real warning couched within his words. "Is the woman really that deranged?"
"If I absolutely must be alone with her, I will be very careful to avoid any and all magical forms of manipulation," Harry whispered back, even as he scanned the room with his eyes. He needed an out of some kind… There had to be someone… There!
Angelina, Alicia and Katie were bopping around the room together and flirting with every man in sight, but thankfully for Harry, something about him being up for auction was amusing them enough that they were watching him with half an eye. With a subtle wave of his finger, he connected all 4 of their minds using an Auror spell that was designed to convey surface level thoughts from one person to another. Then he thought his proposition across the room directly into their minds. "Ginny Weasley is about to spend 6,000 Galleons plus to purchase my time. I do not want to spend 2 hours alone with my most persistent and unhinged of exes… If you ladies purchase me instead, I'll pay you back in full and I'll make it worth your time."
In a synchronized movement that ended up being noticed by several different people all around the room, Angelina, Alicia and Katie's heads suddenly swiveled to stare in Harry's direction, and their eyes began burning with terribly concealed mischief.
"Make it worth our time… how," Angelina thought back in Harry's direction, even as Greg wobbled out of the room hand in hand with the morbidly obese woman.
"As long as it's not completely absurd, then you can name your price. I'll owe you a favor," Harry mentally replied while giving the trio of ladies a very meaningful look.
"Up next, the first place finisher of the 2005 World Broom Racing Championships, one of the most powerful wizards ever to walk this Earth with a storied life that's cloaked in both intrigue and mystery, Most Noble and Ancient Lord Harry Potter," called out the auctioneer.
"500 Galleons," called out the same chubby man from before.
"600 galleons," countered a rather pretty young lady from across the room.
"6,000 galleons," Ginny suddenly announced without ever looking away from Harry's face.
The din of both conversation and movement all around the ballroom came to a sudden and complete stop, as well over 150 people gaped at the massive bid raise that Ginny Weasley of the Harpies had just lay down…
"Uh, well... okay then," the auctioneer slowly replied, his professional smoothness completely derailed by shock… "6,000 galleons to Ms. Ginny Weasley, 6,000 Galleons... going once… going twice…"
"9,000 galleons," Angelina, Alicia and Katie all called out at the same time with their hands linked together up in the air.
For the second time in just 15 seconds, the entire ballroom came to a sudden and absolute stop. Conversion rates being what they were, the Flying Foxes had just offered to spend about 500,000 Muggle pounds to spend 2 hours alone with Harry Potter.
"9 thou… " the auctioneer breathed out as all 3 of the Flying Foxes approached the stage and plunked down 3 nearly identical mokeskin pouches that created a loud jangling sound against the stage. When he cast a glance over to see if Ms. Weasley intended to raise her bid again, the auctioneer flinched at what he saw. A second later, when he managed to look back in her direction, the woman's openly murderous expression was gone as if it never existed. "9,000 galleons ladies and gentlemen," the auctioneer slowly announced in a completely astonished and overly dramatic tone of voice. "Going once… Going twice.... Sold for 9,000 Galleons to all 3 of the Flying Foxes! Go ahead and collect your very, very lucky prize ladies."
With happy smiles on their faces and with the unbridled enthusiasm that they do absolutely everything, Angelina, Alicia and Katie bounced up onto the stage, wrapped their arms around every inch of Harry's body and drew him across the room towards the prearranged VIP area.