Harry Potter doesn't belong to me.
English is not my mother tongue.
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Harry left the Quidditch pitch, his body still slightly tired from the intense training. The cool autumn wind ruffled his messy hair as he walked back to the castle. The feeling of freedom that Quidditch had always given him still vibrated in his bones, and he barely noticed the trio of girls approaching until he heard a familiar voice call out to him.
"Harry!" called Susan Bones, waving at him. Beside her were Hannah Abbott and Megan Jones, all with warm smiles on their faces.
Susan looked sweet, with her red hair tied into a simple bun and blue eyes that always conveyed a welcoming tranquility. She was known for her kindness, but there was a subtle strength in her stance that Harry admired.
Hannah, with her blonde curls and easy smile, radiated an upbeat energy. She was shorter than Susan, with flushed cheeks that gave her a youthful appearance, but there was a growing confidence about her, especially in recent years.
Megan, the tallest of the three, had straight brown hair that fell to her shoulders and a knowing look that contrasted with her normally reserved expression. She used to be quieter, but always observant, noticing details that many missed.
"Hi, Susan, Hannah, Megan," replied Harry, stopping and smiling at them. "All good?"
"We were watching you at practice," Hannah said, her eyes shining. "You looked amazing as always!"
"Thanks, Hannah. Trying to keep up," Harry replied, scratching the back of his head a little embarrassedly.
"You make it look so easy," Megan commented, with a small smile. "What's the secret, Harry?"
"Yeah, what is it?" Susan asked, leaning slightly towards him, her eyes shining with curiosity.
"Well, I guess it's practice... and a bit of luck," said Harry, laughing. "But you three were watching too? I didn't know you liked Quidditch so much."
"Who doesn't love seeing the Gryffindor Captain in action?" Hannah teased, winking at him.
Harry laughed again, feeling at ease in their company. "You guys are very kind."
"You always outdo yourself, Harry," said Susan, taking a step closer. "And we're not just being nice. Everyone knows how talented you are."
Harry noticed the way Susan was looking at him, a little closer than usual. There was a softness in his eyes that made your heart skip a beat.
"Well, maybe one day I can give you some tips in the field," he suggested, trying to keep his tone light.
"I'd love to," Hannah said, smiling widely. "Even though I'm terrible with a broom."
"I accept the challenge," Megan said, her brown eyes fixed on Harry with a hint of playfulness. "It would be interesting to learn from the best."
Time seemed to pass quickly as they talked, laughing and exchanging stories. The girls occasionally exchanged glances with each other, subtly flirting with Harry, who noticed but kept the conversation light and friendly.
After a while, Harry noticed that it was getting late. "I think I better get back before it gets completely dark."
"Of course," Susan said, looking a little disappointed but still smiling. "See you later, Harry."
"Sure. See you later, girls," he said goodbye, waving as he walked away.
As Harry walked back to the castle, he couldn't help but smile. It was nice to have these moments of relaxation, especially with such nice people. He felt that despite everything he had faced, there was still room for lightness and innocent flirtation in his life.
As he entered the castle, he remembered his class earlier with Professor Andromeda Tonks. Since McGonagall had taken over as headmistress, Andromeda had been assigned to teach Transfiguration. She was tall, with long black hair that resembled her sister Bellatrix's, but her countenance was much softer. His deep blue eyes conveyed both knowledge and a certain melancholy, but there was something more behind them, something Harry couldn't quite decipher.
During class, Andromeda had shown herself to be just as competent as McGonagall, but Harry had noticed a subtle touch of gentleness in her interactions with him. At the end of class, when everyone was leaving, she had called him in for a quick word.
"Harry, you were excellent today," she said, a slight smile on her lips. "I see you're getting better and better at Transfiguration."
"Thank you, professor," he replied, feeling his face heat up slightly.
"If you need extra help at any time, feel free to reach out to me. I'm always there for dedicated students like you," she said, and for a brief moment, Harry noticed her eyes watching him with a gentle intensity. , almost as if there was something more between the lines.
Harry just smiled and thanked him before leaving, but now, as he walked down the empty hallway, he wondered what exactly was in that look.
He followed, with a feeling of satisfaction and confidence that he had not felt in a long time. His recent achievements left him with a sense of accomplishment that seemed to echo throughout his entire being. After defeating Voldemort and overcoming so many challenges, he finally felt the weight of the world lifting off his shoulders. Now, with the fate of the wizarding world secure and his abilities constantly strengthening, Harry was more comfortable in his own skin and more aware of the admiration he received from everyone around him.
He remembered how he had started the school year: focused on his responsibilities and determined to help Hogwarts get back on its feet. But over time, something had changed. Confidence in his own capabilities, both on the battlefield and off, had blossomed. He noticed the looks he received, the admiration of his classmates and the respect of his teachers. And for the first time, I felt like I could enjoy a little more of that attention.
His thoughts wandered to the female students he could spend more time with. Daphne Greengrass came to mind with her piercing blue eyes and the aura of mystery that surrounded her. There was something intriguing about her, a calculated coldness that made Harry wonder what was behind that controlled facade. Tracey Davis, always at Daphne's side, had a more subtle but equally captivating beauty, with her light brown hair and a smile that she rarely offered but that brightened up any room when she did.
Harry also thought about Padma and Parvati Patil, the twins who always attracted attention wherever they went. Padma, more reserved and studious, and Parvati, with her vivacity and charm, were constant presences in his thoughts. There was also Lavender Brown, with her extroverted personality and her golden hair always well cared for. Harry knew that she had always had a certain interest in him, and now he wondered if he could explore that further.
And then there were Lilly Moon and Fay Dunbar, two girls who had always been kind to him. Lilly, with her quiet nature, and Fay, with her bright green eyes but attentive gaze, were different, but they both aroused Harry's curiosity.
The three Hufflepuff girls he had just met, Susan Bones, Hannah Abbott and Megan Jones, were also on his mind. Susan, with her confident calm; Hannah, always optimistic and willing to help; and Megan, with her observant and reserved nature. There was something endearing about each of them, something that made Harry wonder what it would be like to spend time with any of them.
And, of course, there was Ginny Weasley. Ginny, with her fiery hair and indomitable spirit, would always be a strong presence in his thoughts. They had already shared intense moments, and Harry knew that his feelings for her were still deep, but now that he was more aware of himself and his options, he wondered if he should explore other possibilities before making any definitive decisions.
Harry's thoughts then turned to the more mature women in his life, those who were now part of his professional circle. Andromeda Tonks, the Transfiguration teacher, with her long black hair and deep blue eyes, who had recently started giving him more intense looks. Narcissa Malfoy, despite her dark past, had an aristocratic beauty that did not go unnoticed. Nymphadora Tonks, always playful but now more serious after recent tragedies, was still someone he had a special affection for.
Aurora Sinistra, the Astronomy teacher, with her imposing presence and elegance, was another one that Harry began to notice more. He also thought of Septima Vector, the Arithmancy teacher, with her sharp mind and professional demeanor, but a smile that could be charmingly disarming.
As Harry walked down the halls, the feeling of satisfaction and confidence grew in his chest. He couldn't help but smile as he remembered his recent achievements, moments that further reinforced his newfound confidence.
Luna Lovegood had always been a loyal and quirky friend, but recently, her relationship with her had taken an unexpected turn. Harry remembered how she had surprised him with her caring nature and her unique way of seeing the world. The connection they had was different, and it made him happy, knowing that Luna would always be there for him.
Su Li, with her exotic beauty and sharp intelligence, had been another pleasant surprise. Always so reserved and focused on her studies, Harry hadn't expected her to be interested in him. But as their interactions evolved, he discovered a softer, gentler side to her that captivated him.
Pansy Parkinson was an especially sweet memory. She had always been a complicated presence in his life, especially her association with Draco Malfoy. But Harry had discovered that beneath his arrogant facade lay a vulnerability that few knew about. The intensity of his encounter with her still made his heart race.
Madame Rosmerta, the charismatic, busty owner of the Three Broomsticks, also came to mind. Always welcoming and with an undeniable charm, she had been an almost mythical figure for many Hogwarts students. When circumstances brought them together, Harry was surprised to discover a woman of great warmth and tenderness. His memories with her were full of joy and a certain touch of adventure.
And then there were the Carrow twins, Flora and Hestia. Despite their complicated origins and histories, Harry had discovered something intriguing about them. The two were so different in personality, but they complemented each other in a way that fascinated him. Their meeting was unexpected, but the intensity and chemistry between them was undeniable, leaving Harry with a sense of achievement and satisfaction that he relished every time he thought about them.
As these thoughts ran through his mind, Harry felt more confident than ever. He had faced and overcome the wizarding world's worst enemy, and was now beginning to allow himself to enjoy the rewards of his victory. He felt power and confidence flowing through his veins, aware that he was in control of his destiny like never before. The women who had crossed his path recently were part of this new phase of his life, and he was excited to see where else this journey would take him.
Heading to the Prefects' Bathroom to relax after a hard workout, Harry started thinking about the future. After so many battles, he finally had the chance to consider his role in the wizarding world and how he could influence it. He wondered if he should concentrate more power in his hands to ensure a better future for everyone. But how? What would be the best ways to achieve this goal? Marriage was an option, but he wondered if it should be just for love or if he should also consider the alliances he could form.
Connections to powerful families, such as the Greengrass or Bones, could be advantageous. But how did the Wizengamot, the most important council in the wizarding world, work, where could he exert influence? He knew he was Sirius' godson, and the Black legacy could give him a certain status. Furthermore, Luna mentioned something about ancient wizarding families, like the Peverells, and that intrigued him.
Harry realized that there was much more to explore about his heritage and the connections he could draw on. He could not only protect the wizarding world, but also shape it to ensure it never fell into the hands of someone like Voldemort again. However, he also knew that concentrating power was a dangerous path, one that could take him away from the people he loved and corrupt him if he wasn't careful.
While arriving at Prefects' Bathroom, Harry knew that if he wanted to truly improve the wizarding world, he would have to begin to understand more deeply the politics and dynamics of wizarding families, and perhaps even explore more about the Peverells and the role their bloodline could play. He wondered if he would have to rely on allies like Andromeda, or perhaps Luna, who always saw things from a different perspective. Harry was determined to investigate these points and use every tool at his disposal to protect what he loved—but also to build something new and lasting.
When he entered the bathroom, his eyes immediately caught the sight of Tracey Davis, the Slytherin prefect, relaxing naked in the large bathtub. She was submerged up to her waist in the sparkling water, her long brown hair spread around her shoulders. Tracey looked up, and when she saw him, a teasing smile curved her lips.
"Harry Potter," she said, her voice full of charm. "I didn't expect to see you here."
Harry didn't look away, on the contrary, he let his eyes roam over Tracey's figure with a smile on his face, stopping for a moment to admire her firm, perky breasts, with small, hard nipples that he would love to bite. "Tracey Davis," he replied, his voice full of confidence. "I could say the same. But I guess fate has interesting ways of surprising us."
She laughed, a soft, seductive sound. "It seems that fate was kind to me tonight," he replied, his eyes shining. "After all, it's not every day that the most famous person in the wizarding world walks into the bathroom when I'm alone."
Harry took a few steps closer to the bathtub, his posture relaxed and carefree. "Maybe it's not just fate. Maybe you caught my attention on purpose," he said, his tone teasing.
Tracey raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying the game. "What if I have?" She tilted her body slightly, causing the water around her to ripple temptingly. "I knew you're not the type to back down easily."
"Backing off isn't exactly my style," Harry replied, now just a few steps from the edge of the tub. He knew the effect his words had and was willing to move things forward. "Especially when there's something interesting in front of me."
She smiled widely now, clearly enjoying the confidence he exuded. "Interesting, you say? Well, Harry, what do you intend to make of this… interesting situation?"
Harry bent down slightly, resting his hands on the edge of the tub, his eyes fixed on hers. "That's up to you, Tracey. The question is, what do you want to happen?"
The defiance implied in Harry's words made Tracey bite her lip, her smile growing. "I think we both know what we want," she murmured, moving even closer to him, the water enveloping her skin like a second layer.
Without hesitation, Harry began to take off his shirt, the smile on his lips revealing that he was more than willing to accept the invitation. "Then let's stop wasting time on words," he said, his voice deep and seductive.
Tracey watched, eyes shining with anticipation, as Harry discarded his clothes with calculated calm, until he finally entered the water, the electric tension between them undeniable.
She moved toward him, her body moving closer to his in the hot water. "You know, Harry," she said in a tone that was both playful and serious, "I think I also saw something… very interesting in front of me."
Harry smiled as his arms naturally wrapped around her, bringing her closer. "I like interesting things," he whispered, before leaning her in for a deep, tongue-filled kiss, which she immediately responded to.
They ran their hands over each other's bodies. Harry firmly cupped one breast as he moved his other hand to cup her firm ass. Her ass was very squeezable, not very big, but bigger than Luna and Su's. Her breasts fit perfectly in his hand, and he took the opportunity to molest her voraciously. Tracey wasted no time either, and stroked his cock with vigor.
Harry took her to the edge of the giant bathtub and lay down, bringing her to sit on his face. He stuck his tongue as deep into her pussy as he could, using one hand on her hips to keep her steady on him, bringing the other to her clit, rubbing around it but not touching it.
After a while of this, where Tracey was panting cutely, with her legs shaking at his sides, Harry removed his tongue from inside her, starting to lick lightly around her clitoris, taking his fingers to her wet channel.
She began to moan more openly at this, and he decided to call it quits with the big guns. He searched for the spongy flesh of her G-spot, and when he found it, he began using parseltongue directly on her clit. The effect was immediate and Tracey bucked, letting out a silent scream and squirting tremendously into Harry's face, her legs pinning him beneath her.
He continued to use his fingers and tongue slowly as she came down from her high. When she came back to reality, she got off of him and kissed him deeply, tasting herself on him.
Tracey trailed her kisses down his neck, down to his chest where she lightly nibbled on his nipples, and continued until she reached his cock which was hard as a rock.
She stared at him deeply, feeling the weight in her hands. "You know, you've probably heard this a lot, but are you sure you don't have any centaur ancestors?"
He laughed at her joke, but groaned when she inserted the bulbous tip of his member into her hot mouth, without taking her eyes off his, staring at him as she took his rod deeper and deeper.
When it reached her throat and she couldn't take any more, she winked at him and took his hands to her head.
Harry was stunned, but if she wanted him to fuck her mouth, he wasn't going to argue.
He grabbed the back of her head with both hands and began adding his own thrusts to her attempts to swallow him. With his added strength, he easily broke through the opening of her throat. His throat spasmed around his invader, massaging Harry's length with his unconscious attempts to find oxygen.
Harry didn't pull away, just thrust deeper with each thrust, feeding her inch after inch. He used his grip on her hair to ravish her face back and forth, treating her mouth like a pussy as she struggled beneath him. Tracey's throat crushed under his relentless assault, copious amounts of saliva bubbled from her lips, strands clinging to Harry's manhood, others dripping down his face and covering his chin in a shiny, sticky mess.
Tears stained Tracey's face as she was slowly deprived of oxygen. She began to roll Harry's balls between her fingers, feeling the baby dough that would soon be in his stomach.
Harry continued ramming his cock down Tracey's throat. Just as she was about to pass out from lack of oxygen, Harry let out a deep roar as she unloaded a tremendous amount of cum into her.
When he withdrew, Harry stared at her, wondering if all Slytherins had a fetish for having their face stretched around his cock, watching the girl's joy, despite the tears that marked her face.
He kissed her forehead and she smiled happily, and pulled him into the bathtub, where she leaned on the edge and looked at him, fluttering her eyelashes.
Harry laughed at her reaction and walked over to her, who wrapped her arms around his neck and lifted her legs, placing them behind his ass. Harry wasted no time, and entered her, making her emit a cute moan. He watches as her eyes roll back in her head as his cock sinks deeper and deeper into her tight pussy.
They continue this light pace for a while, looking into each other's eyes. She rolls during his thrusts, changing the point at which he penetrates. He sees that sometimes he hits a spot that makes her moan loudly. When he hits one of those spots again, he changes the rhythm, holding Tracey firmly by the ass against the edge of the pool, thrusting deeply into that same spot, making her let out the loudest moan of the night.
Tracey is helpless under his brutal attack, and bites his shoulder as her orgasm approaches again. Harry growls as he feels her teeth on his skin, thrusting deeper and deeper into him. There comes a point where he's almost slamming her against the edge of the pool, which only seems to excite her more.
After one more thrust into that spot inside her that drives her crazy, Tracey trembles again, feeling another soul-tearing orgasm, her tunnel squeezing his cock in an overwhelming way. He tries to hold back his orgasm for a while longer, but it's too much for him.
With her legs pinning him there, Harry gives two more thrusts and unloads inside her, filling Tracey's pussy deeply.
When they walk away, Tracey pouts at him. "You know Harry, it was a shame we did that in the pool."
"Ahh yeah? And why is that?" He asks, happy after another sex with a different colleague.
"If we had done this outside, I could keep your creampie in my panties and Daphne could eat your seed straight from my pussy later."
Harry blinked, still stunned, imagining the scene Tracey had just described. The image of Daphne wrapping her tongue around Tracey while tasting him left his mind in chaos. He tried to collect his thoughts, but every time he tried to focus, the scene only became more vivid.
Tracey noticed Harry's lost look and gave a small smile, pleased with his reaction. "You understood exactly what I meant, didn't you?" she asked, her voice low and seductive, but also filled with a quiet certainty.
Harry just nodded, trying to process everything. "So... you and Daphne are... together?" He asked, still struggling to find the right words.
Tracey nodded. "Yes, Harry. She and I have been in a relationship for some time. But that doesn't mean there isn't room for you." She giggled, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "The truth is, we both really like you."
Harry opened his mouth to speak, but Tracey interrupted him with a soft gesture. "But listen, for now, don't say anything to Daphne about what happened between us. Let me handle it when the time is right." She paused, her eyes fixed on his. "But you can rest assured, Harry. What happened here today will happen again. And next time, it will be with the two beautiful witches by your side."
Harry's heart raced at the idea. He would never have imagined anything like this when he returned to Hogwarts, but now it seemed that the future held even more unexpected surprises.
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