The next couple of weeks were quite tiresome for the Hogwarts students as they adapted to the intense teaching style of their new Defense Against the Dark Arts (DADA) professor. But now they could finally say that they would learn something truly useful this year...
A huge amount of homework, however, was not the only thing that consumed Harry's free time. Now that he was back on the Quidditch team, he spent considerable time on the pitch, as Oliver Wood was pushing his team to the limit with lengthy training sessions that only grew more exhausting as the first match of the season approached.
Still, despite all that, the young Potter somehow found time to spend with his friends and his girlfriend (though they mostly just kissed or snuggled together), as well as to run the Dueling Society – everyone agreed that they should continue with the group, even with a competent DADA professor finally at the helm.
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Before they knew it, Halloween arrived, and the castle was decorated with carved pumpkins the size of small carriages, spider webs, and live bats. Given the history of unfortunate events that had occurred on this day, Harry was understandably apprehensive, but he still decided to attend the feast this year (with his girlfriend, of course).
The feast, he had to admit, was quite enjoyable: the food and the company were excellent, as was the entertainment that the headmaster had invited to the castle this year. Most importantly, nothing untoward happened that night – apart from a couple of pranks by the Weasley twins, though no one could truly prove it was them – which was a pleasant surprise for the green-eyed wizard.
Although the feast lasted quite some time, it eventually came to an end, and the students returned to their respective common rooms. However, this did not mean the night was over; not by a long shot. In Harry's case, Katie had pulled him into one of the quieter corners of the common room for some private time together, which, of course, the couple spent snogging.
Meanwhile, in the Slytherin dungeons, Draconica Malfoy was once more contemplating her personal life. Today, however, she could finally see a possible way out of the "dead end" she had found herself in over a month ago. The Weasley twins' prank had reminded the blonde witch of one of the crucial rules of Slytherin life – don't get caught, and you won't be punished.
While she needed to keep her hymen intact to avoid the fallout of breaching her marriage contract, this did not prevent her from exploring other options. Draconica was not prude enough to believe that alternative forms of intimacy were inherently wrong; after all, they wouldn't exist otherwise.
Still, the blonde girl felt that she would need to be genuinely taken by the one she desired, as even something like position sixty-nine wouldn't be sufficient for her. This left her with just one option, and she would have to test it out by herself before asking him. So, after placing a couple of extra charms on her door to seal it completely, the young Ms. Malfoy discarded her robes and then her undergarments. Getting comfortable on her bed, she proceeded to test her idea to fix her personal life.
Very flushed, Draconica lay on her bed, breathing heavily, one hand between her legs and the other cupping her left breast, as she basked in the afterglow of the intense orgasm she had given herself while experimenting with her idea. It seemed that being with the one she desired would bring them both immense pleasure, despite the sheer strangeness of the act. However, the blonde witch was also quite aware that indulging in such a moment right now would not be the best idea: her body wasn't ready to welcome him yet. She would need to stretch and prepare herself a bit before that...
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The first Sunday of November marked the day of the season's first Quidditch match: Gryffindor vs. Slytherin, as per tradition. This match was highly anticipated by the student body of Hogwarts, not only because it was the first of the season but also because, in recent years, these two teams had emerged as the primary contenders for the cup. The outcome of their match often indicated which team would ultimately clinch the cup at the end of the school year.
Additionally, the Slytherin team had introduced a new seeker this year, and since no one from the other houses knew who it was, there was much speculation, including a betting pool run by the Weasley twins and their comrade, Lee Jordan.
As it turned out, the new Slytherin seeker was none other than the pompous brat named Basilius Malfoy. It was evident that he had secured a spot on the team not based on talent: while he wasn't terrible on a broom, his skills as a seeker could be questioned even before he took off the ground. However, this did not stop the boy from boasting about being the best seeker Hogwarts had ever seen. Those who bothered to observe the expressions on his teammates' faces would note that most of them were barely restraining themselves from shutting him up through less-than-merciful Muggle means. While Draconica (who was still playing Quidditch this year) might be a bit gentler with her younger brother, she too seemed to wish for him to quiet down and stop annoying others with his constant bragging.
Madam Hooch blew her whistle, and the match commenced. Unfortunately for both seekers, heavy clouds loomed dark in the sky. The cold rain would have quickly drenched their Quidditch uniforms in minutes if not for the strongest water-repelling charms, but it was still hindering their efforts to catch the tiny golden ball known as the Snitch.
As time went on, matters grew worse. While the Gryffindor chasers dominated the Slytherin team, it did little to expedite the game, as the elusive Snitch seemed to be nowhere in sight. The weather wasn't improving either. At around the two-hour mark, Marcus Flint, the captain of the Slytherin team, called a timeout, which both teams gladly used to reapply water-repelling and warming charms to their uniforms – given the weather, they certainly needed it.
After the brief break, the game resumed, but the Snitch remained hidden, much to everyone's annoyance: after all, no one wanted to spend hours under the cold November rain. By the three-hour mark, the Gryffindor team was leading by eleven goals, and if things continued this way, they were likely to win regardless of who caught the Snitch first. Of course, they hoped it would be Harry.
The game had exceeded five hours when Harry finally spotted the Snitch for the first time. Ensuring he didn't lose sight of the golden winged ball, he carefully approached it, determined not to alert the younger Malfoy, who was on a significantly faster broom. But once Harry was certain he was about to be the first to reach the Snitch, he sped after it. Basilius could do nothing to prevent him from ending the game.
"And this dreary match concludes with the final score of four hundred and thirty points for Gryffindor and one hundred and forty for Slytherin," Lee announced the moment Harry caught the Snitch.
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Harry wasn't sure what had kept him in the locker rooms for so long; he was the last one to leave the Gryffindor locker room that day. Even Oliver Wood had left before him – normally, the Quidditch fanatic remained behind to work on team strategies. Anyway, the young Potter shrugged off this strange occurrence as unimportant and hurried back to the castle, as it was already getting dark.
Wanting to reach the Gryffindor common room as soon as possible, Harry decided to take one of the many shortcuts that existed in Hogwarts, instead of following the usual and slightly longer route. Using a secret passage that began behind a former portrait, he quickly reached the fourth floor and was about to continue on his way to the Gryffindor tower when he spotted Draconica a little further down the corridor. The blonde witch was leaning against the wall, as if she were waiting for someone. It turned out she was waiting for him, as the moment she noticed him, she pushed herself off the wall and approached him.
"Come with me," she said in a soft tone, trying hard to maintain her usual cold facade. Harry considered his options for a moment but decided to see what his friend wanted. Shrugging, he followed her.
Draconica led him into an unused classroom, where they were unlikely to be disturbed, even without the warding charms she had cast once they entered.
"So... What do you need?" the green-eyed wizard asked, glancing at the door, missing Draconica loosening the upper part of her robes to a nearly indecent level.
"Potter... Harry..." It was rare for the blonde witch to call him by his first name, and now that she used such a pleading tone, Harry couldn't help but feel a surge of intimacy. Seeing her in that position, sitting on a desk in such a way that, even though she was still relatively clothed, left little to the imagination, only amplified his desire. Along with causing him to feel a rush of arousal. "Please..." she whispered, finally dropping her mask and allowing herself to blush. If she had been incredibly cute before, she was now utterly irresistible to the green-eyed wizard. "Please, take me," she implored, running her hand from her upper chest down to her lower abdomen.
"B-But..." the young Potter stammered, his face reddening as he fought against the overwhelming urge to comply with the girl's request. "What about your contract? Or what about..." Somehow, in the blink of an eye, Draconica was in front of him, her index finger gently pressed against his lips, silently signaling him to say no more.
"Don't worry, I won't breach my contract, and..." She paused briefly. "Don't worry about anything else. It's just us here... So, please..." Harry felt all his defenses crumbling, and not even thoughts of Katie could sway him from this moment. Maybe he did see 'Nica as a more worthy partner... "Please, Harry..." Draconica repeated, her mesmerizing metallic-blue eyes locked onto his, as her hand moved to cup his arousal, which was concealed (but not well) within his trousers.
"O-Okay..." the young Lord Potter replied with a sigh, silently praying for forgiveness for what he was about to do.
'Nica smiled at him and quickly set to work undoing his pants, managing to do so only on her fourth attempt. After pulling them and his boxers down, the Slytherin girl finally had a clear view of his member. It wasn't particularly large – although still impressive for someone who had just entered his teens – but it was certainly big enough for Draconica, especially considering what she had in mind for their "night" together...
Once she had dealt with his pants, the blonde witch loosened the lower part of her robes to the point where they slid off her frame onto the floor, revealing her shapely legs and hips. Moments later, her rather plain panties followed, while she turned around and, after casting a quick spell towards her intimate area, likely to apply some lubricant, bent over the desk, presenting her rear to the one she loved and desired.
Like most boys his age, Harry had often fantasized about scantily clad or naked girls engaging in naughty acts with him – it was expected, after all. But now that he stood on the verge of turning one of those dreams into reality, and with one of the hottest witches at Hogwarts to boot, he couldn't shake his anxiety. What if he messed up? Or what if...
"Harry..." Draconica called to him, wiggling her behind to beckon him closer. This seemed to dispel his worries as he approached and prepared to aim for her intimate area, which, he could see, glistened in the dim light of the torches with her essences. While he was by no means an expert in sex, Harry knew from a book he had read that this signified her desire. He was taken aback, however, when 'Nica slipped a hand down to cover her intimate area. "Not there, Harry," she said softly, confusing the green-eyed boy. "I need to keep this virginity." She added a moment later in a whisper.
"B-But..." Harry stammered again. Surely, she didn't mean she wanted him to take her that way? But she did; using her other hand to cup a cheek, she presented her rear to him.
"It's okay, really," the blonde witch reassured him. "I wouldn't do this unprepared, and I definitely wouldn't do it if I wasn't sure that we would enjoy it. So, go ahead, take me there." Still not entirely convinced this was what he should be doing, Harry obeyed 'Nica's request, gently pressing the tip of his cock against her anus, beginning to slowly enter her. It was hot and incredibly tight, but thanks to the magical lube, he slid in without significant difficulty. The sensation, despite its strangeness, was so pleasurable that the young Potter almost came merely from being sheathed inside 'Nica. The blonde witch seemed to revel in the act, her moans suggesting she enjoyed him taking her this way...
While he managed to hold back for a few moments, Harry wasn't sure how long he could last without starting to move again, so he opted to remain still for a couple of minutes. Draconica, though not thrilled with the lack of action, understood his intent to give her an orgasm as well, so she didn't urge him to proceed. Instead, the Slytherin witch busied herself playing with her own intimacy for the time being.
After a few minutes, Harry finally felt ready to last long enough for them both to reach their climaxes through their act. He slowly pulled his cock out of her, leaving only the tip inside, and then, just as gradually, began pushing back into her warmth. Despite the slowness of his movements, they still delivered immense pleasure to both young teens, their moans reverberating through the empty classroom...
Even though Harry had managed to last quite a while, considering this was his first experience of real intimacy, he still came first, spilling his load into her enticing rear. Determined not to leave Draconica unsatisfied, especially since she seemed so close, he continued despite his body protesting. Those several thrusts were enough to send the blonde witch over the edge.
Having pulled out of her, Harry took a step back before collapsing into a nearby chair, pulling 'Nica onto his lap. The blonde girl adjusted to sit sideways for comfort, snuggling into his chest with a content sigh.
"Please hold me, Harry," she request softly, and the young Potter complied, wrapping his arms around her.
Draconica wasn't sure how long they remained like this; she felt utterly comfortable in Harry's lap and his embrace. However, she knew it was time to return to their respective common rooms if they wanted to avoid punishment for being out after curfew. Discreetly retrieving her wand from the top of her robes (which were still on her), the blonde witch cast a quick Tempus charm, which confirmed her suspicion: they had only about twenty minutes left.
"Mm... Harry," she murmured quietly, turning to look into his eyes, which he had just opened at her movement. "I think we should part now; it's almost curfew." He expressed reluctance to let her go – for some reason, she felt so right in his arms, not to mention that he enjoyed cuddling with Katie. It just didn't feel the same...
Realizing it was indeed late, he grudgingly released 'Nica from his embrace, using a cleaning charm to remove the evidence of their recent activities from his body before putting his boxers and pants back on. Meanwhile, Draconica was getting dressed as well. For a brief moment, she considered doing something daring and gifting Harry with her panties, but quickly dismissed the idea, not wanting to get him in trouble. However, she did not put them back on and instead tucked them into her robes' pocket. After placing a peck on his cheek – an unintended reward for him witnessing her show – she cast off the locking charms on the door and exited the classroom while he was still processing reality...