Chapter 1 - Angelina

Harry was mad.
 
Ever since breakfast, he’d been mad, and EVERYWHERE he went there was someone there to piss him off. Hermione wouldn’t stop nagging him, Ron couldn’t keep his fucking mouth shut, Snape was being a dick, Malfoy’s greasy face kept popping up on every corner with some snide comment or insult and no matter what he did he couldn’t get a moments peace. Even his magic was acting up, snapping and writhing just underneath the surface of his skin like a rattling snake as with every abrasive interaction he packed the anger down just a little bit deeper.
 
Then their match versus Slytherin happened, and everything came to a head.
 
Flying was the one place where Harry felt truly free. The boos, the cheers, the chants and all the screaming. None of it could touch him up there, where everyone’s expectations slid off of his shoulders like water from a duck's back. But unfortunately for him, just floating around and looking for the snitch wasn’t going to be enough.
 
They were losing, and they were losing badly. It was getting to the point that his catching the snitch wouldn’t even matter. They were too far behind score-wise and Angelina’s game plan was falling apart, but he’d already tried to tell her…
 
She’d just rolled her eyes and told him to focus on the snitch before speeding off to catch a pass from Fred, almost making it to the hole before two of Slytherin’s chasers trapped her in a double team and forced an off-handed throw to Katie. One that went wide and straight into the hands of their third cackling chaser, the fucker who’d run it all the way and sent it hurtling past Ron’s pathetic attempt at defence.
 
He’d tried to catch Angelina’s eye, but she’d ignored him and carried on. Then Malfoy came along.
 
“Hope you had your fun, Scar Head.” The blonde prat snickered, not even attempting to look like he was participating as he lazily flew by with his hands crossed behind his head. “Looks like this one’s as good as over. Don’t worry though! If you ask nicely I’ll let you come look at where they put my name on that trophy. All it’ll cost you is a peek into that ratty little picture book of yours. My Father says that for all their inferiority, those uppity little mudbloods at least had the decency to grow some fat, honking tits, and your MOTHER had some of the best he’d seen.”
 
He paused, a creepy, slimy smile on his face as he stared at Harry like he was looking for something other than silence.
 
“Who knows, maybe we’ll catch that top heavy sow Granger alone some night and see how the theory holds up!”
 
As soon as the vile words left the coward's mouth he sped away, perhaps expecting Harry to give chase… but he didn’t. Instead, he just sat there and watched. Watched Slytherin score another goal, watched Alicia miss the hoop, watched Ron drop another save as the green and silver stands cheered.
 
The anger in his chest solidified, and he pushed down on the nose of his broom.
 
“THERE GOES ANOTHER ONE! I DON’T KNOW HOW FOLKS, BUT IT LOOKS LIKE THOSE SLIMY SLYTHERINS ARE STARTING TO GET AWAY WITH- WAIT. WHAT? IS THAT? IT IS! THAT’S HARRY POTTER!” 
 
Lee Jordan’s booming voice echoed around the stadium, drawing all eyes to the single red and gold comet breaking down from the clouds and heading for the dead centre of the pitch.
 
“THAT’S HARRY POTTER, AND… AND IT LOOKS LIKE HE’S GIVEN UP ON HUNTING FOR THE SNITCH!?”
 
“Harry?!” Katie’s shocked voice washed over him from the side, but Harry wasn’t listening.
 
Everywhere he looked he saw red.
 
Heedless of the danger he blitzed across the empty air, twisting and turning around a sudden barrage of Bludgers and ending up face first with one of Slytherin’s suddenly terrified Chasers, the arm with the Quaffle faltering as the need for preservation took over and he scrambled to turn his broom up and away from the Gryffindor’s snarling visage.
 
The snake made it, but not before Harry managed to strip the ball from his hand and blast off as he spiralled off into a tumble, leaving his opponent behind to try and right their plummeting broom while he locked eyes with the hoop, past the Keeper. It wasn’t even a contest.
 
Pull back.
 
Breathe in.
 
Aim.
 
Release.
 
The Quaffle left his hand and soared clear of the Keeper’s fingers, stoking the slack-jawed crowd of Reds and Golds into a roaring, feet-stamping cheer that shook the stands and vibrated the very air.
 
“HOLY SHIT, sorry Professor, BUT WOULD YOU LOOK AT THAT! HARRY POTTER, THE GREATEST SEEKER IN A CENTURY, HAS JUST SWOOPED IN WITH WHAT MIGHT JUST BE THE GREATEST PLAY IN HOGWARTS HISTORY! HE SHAVES SLYTHERIN’S LEAD BACK DOWN AND SUDDENLY, IT’S A WINNABLE GAME!”
 
A flash of what might have been Fred or George whooping appeared in the corner of his eye but Harry ignored them. He ignored them, Angelina, the rest of their team, the crowds, even Malfoy. Instead of worrying about them, he chose to drown himself in the game.
 
Pumping the same manic energy he took towards chasing the Snitch into the rest of the game, Harry Potter went on a tear. It was impossible to count how many plays he broke up, or the amount of Bludgers he sent hurtling back towards their senders with a simple swing of his broom as he rampaged across the field, stealing Quaffles, blocking shots, up, down, left, right, chase, chase, chase!
 
And then? A flash of gold sparked across the bottom of the stands.
 


Everything after they won was a blur.
 
Their house had swarmed the field in a tidal wave of gold and red to surround Harry and his teammates, screaming their heads off like they’d single-handedly won England the Quidditch World Cup. His back had started to ache from the number of people who’d given him a thumping slap and his teammates had almost all been gleeful, with Ron especially managing to soak it in with a smug and ecstatic smile.
 
If you’d asked Harry what any of them had said, he wouldn’t be able to tell you. Something still didn’t feel right. Something was going on with his skin, making it tingle as his eyes roamed about without seeing, the world around him appearing in high definition as he followed the ebb and flow all the way back towards the Gryffindor changing rooms.
 
There were only two things he knew for sure.
 
Number one? Whatever was going on with him? He liked it. Throwing his hesitation out the window and just taking charge, almost single-handedly demolishing Slytherin and knowing that it was him, not his teammates, but HIM who left Malfoy frothing senselessly in the dirt at their comeback victory. It felt like the world around him had shifted and now he was seeing everything clearly for the first time in his life.
 
…
And number two?
 
“Harry? I’d like to have a word with you.”
 
He wasn’t the only one who was pissed.
 
All around the changing room his cheering teammates dimmed. Their eyes all flickered, darting over to the entrance where their Captain, Angelina Johnson, stood with her arms folded and her lips curled down in obvious disapproval. Then they jumped to Harry who was coldly, almost methodically stripping off his uniform and padding.
 
An awkward tenseness took over the room and it was Fred (or maybe George?) who broke the silence, holding up his arms in an obvious show of surrender as his twin followed along.
 
“Well then, I suppose we’ll just go shower in the dorms. Shan't we, my most handsome sibling?”
 
“Indeed we shall oh brother of mine. Give our dear Captain and her wayward apprentice some room to resolve their differences! Come along Ronniekins.”
 
Like a break in a dam, the rest were quick to follow the twin's lead, with the ever-loyal Katie and Alicia shooting him a sharp glare in solidarity with their Captain on their way out as a confused Ron had to be almost physically hauled out of the room by his ear. When the door slammed to a close once more it was just him and her, left alone in the quiet with only the soft scraping of his uniform sliding from his shoulders to interrupt the peace.
 
“... Well?” Angelina’s sharp voice broke through the tension, her anger palpable as her eyes burned their way into his back.
 
“Well what?” He muttered.
 
His glasses came off, sliding into their case as he finally finished removing the last of his padding and went to work on removing the thick woollen Quidditch robes, holding them away from his nose and grimacing as the pungent stink of his hard-earned sweat wafted off the fabric before he tossed it over into the laundry bin. The irritated tapping of her soft leather boot quickened as she watched him change, flicking off his boots and socks and leaving him in just his cotton trousers while he reached for his shirt.
 
“Well what? Oh, I don't know, Harry. Wellllll, how about an apology for ignoring my orders? Abandoning the strategy?”
 
“Huh. You mean your orders that were losing us the game? Or was that all part of your ‘strategy’?” He snarked, still not turning as he tugged at the collar of his shirt and dragged it over his head, balling it up and tossing it in the bin as he rubbed a hand over one of his already darkening bruises, narrowing his eyes in distaste.
 
Rolling his shoulders pulled loose a knot that had started to form in his neck and once again he noticed the change in his surroundings. Or rather, how he perceived them. Almost experimentally he clenched his abs, blinking down in surprise at the sharply cut lines of definition patterned all the way down from his chest to his lower stomach, the trenches of his ‘V’ leading down beneath the waistband of his trousers as he heard Angelina bite back a sigh.
 
“That’s not the point, Harry. What you did worked, but it only worked because they were being sloppy. Do you know how badly that could have gone? How bad that made me look in front of the others?”
 
Harry couldn’t stop himself from rolling his eyes at that, twisting around to shoot the clearly frustrated senior a sardonic look.
 
“Who cares about the others? Katie and Alicia are so far up your tightly toned arse it’s like they’ve been hit with a sticking charm. Fred’s your boyfriend and doesn’t want to piss you off, George won’t piss you off because Fred doesn’t want to piss you off and Ron is too busy trying to actually stop a Quaffle to care!”
 
Quickly grabbing his towel and a change of clothes Harry marched for the showers. A line of cubicles separated from the rest of the changing room by a thin wall and only reachable via the doorless opening which he ducked around. Stopping on a dime just as he turned the corner, he shoved his head back to lock eyes with his affronted Captain.
 
“If I was you? I think I’d just be grateful and take the free win.”
 
That did it. If she wasn’t mad before, she was now. Almost like a pot boiling over her dark skin started to redden, her temper reaching its limit as he watched her hands ball into fists and her jaw clench so hard he thought he heard it creak.
 
“Take… the free… win?” She hissed, almost trembling with rage as he clucked his tongue and started walking towards the furthest cubicle.  “What is WRONG with you today?!”
 
Harry was already stripping off his pants when he heard her storming towards him, hand reaching out towards the shower controls and twisting them on to send a wonderfully cool blast of water down onto his shaggy black hair before it quickly started to warm up, just in time for Angelina to come stomping around the corner and up to his cubicle.
 
“You’ve been off all day, and I don’t know what that little blonde rat Malfoy said to have you acting like such a dick, but if you think for even one second that I’m going to tolerate you being intentionally belligerent and disrespectful and STILL keep you on MY team? You’ve got another damn thing com-...ing?”
 
Harry heard her stumble to a halt, and almost absentmindedly he remembered that he hadn’t shut the door. If it had been even twenty-four hours ago, right now would have been about when he started panicking. But his heart was pumping, his tongue wouldn’t sit still in his mouth and… and he just didn’t care.
 
Instead of freaking out and trying to cover himself up, Harry turned to find Angelina staring at him with her mouth wide open and her eyes opened up almost unbelievably wide. Every now and then a sound would escape her throat, a choked start to some sort of apology or curse that would never find itself complete as she stood there in shock and watched the water wash off his musculature, his calves like marble and his green eyes almost glittering from between the water flattened locks of his hair. Looking at her, standing there, Harry felt a certain part of him start to swell and lift, drawing both of their eyes downwards as the water crashed down against a jutting one-eyed beast.
 
“... Hey. Angelina?”
 
Hearing her name seemed to startle the older girl out of her stupor, though she still made no attempt to avert her eyes as he pressed his hands to either wall of the cubicle and leaned his dripping face into her line of sight.
 
“Take your clothes off.”


Back up in the Gryffindor common room, the party was in full swing. Butterbeer and even the occasional bottle of smuggled-in fire whiskey passed from hand to hand as the crowd of rowdy lions celebrated their monumental win over their scaly rivals. Amidst all the revelry though, there was one student who didn’t share her peers' excitement.
 
“Excuse me? Sorry, have any of you seen Ron? Ron Weasley? I’m sorry, do any of you know where Ron is?”
 
Hurrying from group to group, Hermione asked the same question. Her posture was tense, shoulders drawn together while she frantically searched the room for a very specific shock of red hair, teeth worrying at her lip as she huffed frustratedly at Fred and George who’d come in with him but had no idea where he’d gone.
 
After about ten minutes of tearing her way throughout the common room, she finally found him, rolling her eyes as she saw the dopily smiling Weasley cosied up in one of the armchairs and regaling a small crowd of his fellows with his perspective on the match.
 
“RON!”
 
She didn't mean to snap so loudly, but it certainly did the job of cutting him off mid-sentence so that she could grab him by the arm and drag him off yelping and cursing towards an abandoned corner.
 
“Ow, hey! YOUCH! Bloody hell, Hermione, I need that arm!” He groused, scowling as she finally let go and whirled on him.
 
“Good, you deserve it! I’ve been looking for you ever since the match ended. We’ve got a problem.”
 
“What problem?” He whined, looking longingly off towards his chair and the fire, still rubbing his arm as she nervously wrung her hands.
 
“It’s Malfoy.” She spat, the mere sound of the name curling Ron’s lip.
 
“Fuck sake, of course it is. What’s he done now?”
 
Instead of answering, Hermione looked suspiciously around the rest of the room before leaning closer, prompting Ron to do the same as they lowered their voices.
 
“They did something to Harry. I don’t know what exactly, but I heard Parkinson bragging in the bathroom before the game that they somehow put something in his drink, some sort of potion.” She whispered furiously, wringing her hands harder as Ron’s eyes widened and he hissed.
 
“Blimey, are you serious? What did they give him?”
 
“I don’t know.” She slumped. “From what I managed to gather it’s some sort of mood potion? Apparently, the plan was to give it to him and then during the match Malfoy was going to say something, something that would make Harry do something stupid that would get him in trouble, maybe even expelled!”
 
Just the thought was enough to make Hermione start pulling at her hair, concern twisting her features as Ron blinked and furrowed his brow, tilting his head to the side.
 
“Oh, so… we’re fine then?”
 
Seeing Hermione’s look of near outrage the redhead held his hands up, warding her off from taking another death grip on his arm as he waved her to calm down.
 
“Look, you already saw what happened, and Harry’s fine. He won us the bloody game! Whatever Malfoy and them were planning obviously didn’t work, and Harry seemed pretty easygoing after the match. Kinda quiet maybe, but I didn’t see anything worth making a fuss about.”
 
“But where is he?” Hermione hissed.
 
“He’s going over the game with Angelina! Don’t know why they’d want to do all that boring planning stuff instead of joining the party, but I guess that just means there’s more butterbeer for the rest of us.”
 
“Ron, this is serious. Are you absolutely sure that Harry’s alright?” She gasped, slowly easing her worries as he rapidly nodded his head and let his attention drift to a certain busty blonde in particular who’d been shooting him looks ever since they’d first walked into the room.
 
“Yes. For Godsake 'Mione, trust me. Relax a little and at least try to have some fun, he’ll get here when he gets here. And if anything is wrong, Angelina’s there to take care of him.”
 
Leaving that as his final piece and impatient to get back to the party, Ron left her behind and instead made his way over towards the thick of it. Hermione watched him go, following his every move until she realised that his apparent destination was a hair-twirling, simpering Lavender, causing her to roll her eyes in disgust as she looked away and turned her thoughts back to her friend.
 
She stood there, ignoring the party around her and hoping beyond hope that Harry was alright.
 


Harry was more than alright.
 
‘SLAM!’
 
“FUCK!”
 
Angelina’s naked back slapped against the cubicle wall with a sound that only soaking-wet girls could make, the curse exploding from her lips in a rushed blast of hot and heavy excitement as Harry followed her in and crashed his body to her own.
 
Sure, they were both athletes. But where he was built firm and lean with a wedge-shaped torso practically cut from marble, she was toned to perfection and then stacked with more curves than most men could handle. Even just pressing against her Harry could feel the perky mounds of her fat, chocolate-coloured tits pancake against his pecs, her darkly coloured nipples and thick areola rubbing up and down as he smashed his lips over her own and did his best to choke her on his tongue.
 
“Huwa~ mmmfffhaaaa, HARRY!” Angelina managed to jerk her head back and gasp before it hit the wall, leaving her no more room to run as he pushed forward and once again smothered her mouth.
 
Her lips smacked around his tongue as he shoved it deep into her mouth and massaged her pink insides until those beautiful brown eyes were rolling around in their sockets while her hands slapped down against his shoulders. They started to roam, feeling muscles born of wrestling a broom at high velocities and Harry returned the favour by taking his calloused right hand and slamming it into her arse cheek hard enough to make it ripple.
 
“MMPH!” She squealed around his tongue, reflexively sucking it in as the shock knocked her off balance so that she had to shift her stance, her legs spreading as she dropped back down to his level and found the gnarled trunk of his thigh planted between her own.
 
Just the smack of his limb against the blooming petals of her pussy was enough to send pleasure racing through her core, the floodgates opening to release a wave of arousal all over his thigh to be washed away by the shower as he grunted and wrapped an arm around her narrow waist, pressing his hand into the small of her back and dragging his nails down the delicious curve of her spine as she arched into his hold and moulded her body to his own.
 
“Kyah~ w-wait, don’t, I’m still SWEATY!” Angelina squeaked, her voice jumping as he buried his face into her neck and sniffed around her throat, making her squirm as the ticklish feeling of his breath tickled her skin while his hand slid around to stroke her hip.
 
“Mmm, no shit. That’s why we’re in the shower.” He drawled into her throat like she was an idiot, sticking out his tongue and dragging it from that sharp collarbone to her proud jaw. “Tastes fucking good though.”
 
Pleasure-filled sighs wracked her body as he flattened his tongue and roughly dragged it over every inch of her neck, digging the salty taste out of every nook and cranny he could find as she rolled her hips and twisted her face to either side so that he could lick all the way up and around the back of both her ears.
 
The hands digging their claws into his shoulders found themselves wrapped up in two different immovable holds as Harry gripped them with his own and pushed, forcing Angelina to cross her hands over the back of her head and shove her wobbling chest out as he pinned them between her hair and the shower cubicles wall. 
 
“Don’t move.” He growled.
 
Panting in wordless excitement Angelina nodded her head, watching him with wide eyes as he began kissing and nipping a trail of faint red marks down the front of her neck and onto her breast. Everywhere he went the water washed over her flesh, coating her ebony skin with a glossy sheen as he lowered his face to where it spouted off of her thick, stiff nipples, reminding him of a drinking fountain as he hungrily wrapped his lips around her peak and sucked.
 
“Ungh!”
 
Her whole lower body leapt off the wall and slapped against him, her hands still obediently trapped against the back of her head as he pulled on her teat, bringing his right hand up to the breast he was sucking to undulate between squeezing and massaging, practically milking her chocolatey jug as Angelina threw her face from side to side at the mind-melting touch of his tongue circling her nipple and flicking it while she squeaked.
 
“HAAAH!”
 
Harry’s other hand found its way to her left hip and firmly took hold, pressing down and mashing her weeping pussy against the top of his thigh as she threw her head back with an ugly cry and gushed all over his limb. Even without his prompting she was already starting to grind herself against his skin, but with Harry’s help, she was left gritting her teeth and grunting like a beast as he roughly started to drag her mound back and forth, rubbing it violently as he hollowed his cheeks and sucked extra hard to feel her buck against him.
 
“Oh fuck, fuck, fucking hell HARRY!”
 
Her strong thighs clamped around his own and held him there, trapped against her cunt as she groaned like a whore and came against his leg, her hot juices polluting the water as he grinned and started slapping his hand against her thick, jiggling ass cheek, coaxing out a few extra spurts as she choked on the shower water and tried to squirm away.
 
As soon as the stabilising pressure of his leg left her pussy Angelina yelped and started to collapse, her trembling legs unable to support her slippery curves as she fell straight into Harry’s strong arms. An unintentional croon left her lips as his warm muscles cradled her against his chest, cocooning her until the orgasm fuelled clouds cleared from her mind as she found herself turned to the left and pressed sideways into the wall.
 
“H-Harry?”
 
He didn’t respond, the intimidating meat pipe he called a cock wetly slapping against her hip as she gazed downwards. The head was thick and purple, visibly throbbing as the veins rose to the surface and throbbed to the steady thumping of his heart. Angelina caught herself just as she began to lick her lips, snapping out of it and feeling the guilt setting in as she saw the way his eyes had zeroed in on the dark, dripping meat of her arse.
 
“Oh God, what are we doing?” She worried, her voice wavering as Harry grabbed her right arm and dragged it high over her head.
 
Instead of words he spoke to her with action, his usual green eyes darkened with lust as he locked them with her own and pushed until his face was buried into the underside of her arm. His mouth opened and Angelina felt static swamp her insides as he dragged his thick pink tongue across the smooth flesh of her armpit, practically snogging it as she bit her lip and tried not to faint at the hedonistic rush of pleasure that came from such a simple, depraved act.
 
He licked all over, lapping up the taste of her sweat and drinking her in before pushing up and forward to share it with her lips. They parted with ease, seemingly just as eager to taste him as he was to nibble on her already bruised mouth before slipping his tongue into her cavern and sliding it around her sloppy, sweet-to-the-touch pinkness.
 
While they furiously bit at each other's faces Harry reached for her leg, sliding his palm along the taut inside of her thigh towards her knee where he grabbed and pulled. Lifted with only one leg to hold her steady, Angelina moaned as he bent her over and pushed her face into the wall, soaking wet hair slapping against the wall as she flipped it over one shoulder to strain her neck and peer at the thick, mushroom-shaped protrusion jabbing against lower lips and belly.
 
“Oh, that’s big.” She said, sounding faint with her wide eyes looking like she was either going to laugh or cry as Harry raised her leg higher and spread her open even further. “Oh SHIT that’s big!”
 
“Don’t worry.” He licked his lips, pulling them back over his teeth as his other hand wrapped around his rod and rubbed it up and down her slit, coating it in honey before his hips started to shift. “It’s about to get bigger.”
 
“What? W-wait, Harry, you better fucking-!”
 
‘SCHLICK!’
 
“NOOOT!”
 
Angelina howled as Harry snarled, the slippery combination of her pussy juice and the water easing the entry of his fat, throbbing cock as it spread apart the ring of her anus and pushed. The hands she was using to hold onto the wall curled up into white-knuckled fists as her eyes rolled back and she felt over half of his girthy shaft force its way into her bowels, leaving a burning trail of rubbed raw ass flesh in its wake as he let go of his base and reached for her back.
 
Even amidst her pained gasping for breath her body responded, arching under his palm as he stroked along her spine and up between her shoulder blades, teasing her neck before it slipped up over the nape and wrapped her hair around his fist in a firm, inescapable ponytail.
 
The red from before bled into his peripherals as Harry felt the way her walls squeezed around his helmet, strangling him as he took her in a way that was anything but smooth. Twisting his hips, jerking his cock three inches in and then one inch back, stuffing her full as Angelina’s face was dragged along the tile. The more he managed to fit inside her the angrier he got.
 
Her spasming walls felt like they were trying to push him out and that made Harry shove harder. The way her thick and toned arse cradled his hips like a felt black cushion didn’t soothe him, it made him crave violence. But the way she moaned his name?
 
“Harry!”
 
‘CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!’
 
“You! Fucking! Whore!” He seethed.
 
Jaw clenched Harry threw himself into her body, jacking up the pitch of Angelina’s squealing and spluttering with every thrust as he hammered himself into her backside, pounding it red and sending crystal-clear droplets of water flying in every direction
 
“You want to talk about respect?! You, the Captain who couldn’t even do her own job?”
 
His fist furiously yanked on her hair, snapping Angelina’s head back and forcing her to look face-first into the shower, its steaming spray stinging her eyes as the ass-rippling force of his hips rocked her back and forth on one foot.
 
“The one who ignored me when I told you we would lose! Forcing me to do your job? Forcing me to do EVERYONE’S job because apparently, I’m the only one good enough to fucking do it!”
 
“Oh goooood Harrryyyy pleeeeease!” Angelina howled, pleading and begging in the same breath as her eyes rolled back and her mouth dropped open to quickly fill with water as he hiked her leg up higher and made her toes curl.
 
“Why should I respect you, when you don’t respect me!” 
 
Abruptly dropping her, Harry let Angelina go to land unsteadily on both feet, wrapping his hands around to the front of her chin and bending the curvy Captain backwards as her knees bent and she pressed both hands desperately into the wall. Her long black hair spread across her glistening back, almost reaching her arse and the can thick cock gaping it open as her knees bent and Harry arched her spine like a bow.
 
“HUUUUGH! UNGH~UNGH~UNGH!”
 
He stared at her, eyes devouring the lurid sight as his fingers sought her lips and easily pierced inside, hooking into her teeth and dragging her mouth apart as Angelina’s tongue eagerly lept out to start sloppily slapping around his fingers as he felt her asshole clench and spasm.
 
“CUMMING!” She cried, words gargled through the water as her palms slapped against the wall and she shoved her plush black ass against his hips, throwing it back with a meaty ‘SLAP-SLAP-SLAP’ as various liquids spilt down the front of her chin and all over her jiggling tits.
 
Harry barely heard the words as his vision flashed white and static filled his ears, a warm wave of sensation rushing across his body and converging on his crotch as her rear choked him off at the base and started to milk his load straight from his nuts to paint her inner walls.
 
Even as her legs gave out and she started to slump Harry kept thrusting, determined to pack his piping hot spunk as deep into her bowels as possible before he pulled out and allowed the senior to collapse onto her hands and knees at his feet in the puddle below.
 
“Oh fuck, oh f-fuck.” Angelina gasped, the occasional spasm shooting through her muscles as she struggled to regain her breath. “No, seriously, what the hell is wrong with you today? I can’t-” She splashed around, falling onto her hands and knees and shuddering as his seed sloshed around in her guts. “I don’t think I can stand up.”
 
“Nothing’s wrong with me.” He scoffed. “You’re just pissing me off.”
 
Even the pleasure of him finishing inside her couldn’t conceal the contempt in his voice, and at his tone, Angelina turned her blurry, concerned eyes up towards him.
 
“Wait, Harry? Seriously, did anything happen today? Did someone give you something-”
 
“Angelina?”
 
The door to the changing rooms was too far away for them to have heard it open, but Fred’s voice was nothing if not recognisable as it echoed out from beyond the thin wall separating it and the showers. Accordingly, Angelina’s face froze up in terror as she heard her boyfriend's voice, the burning in her asshole and the jitters in her limbs reminding her exactly what she was doing as she scrambled for a solution.
 
“ANGELINA! You in here?” His voice grew closer, stopping just outside the showers.
 
“U-umm, yeah, yeah Fred! Just… just washing up!”
 
Harry rolled his eyes as she cupped some of the falling water and threw it over her body, glaring up at him as he unhelpfully sunk down to one knee at her side and slapped his cock loudly onto her shoulder.
 
“Oh, is that what that noise was? Here I was thinking you’d just conjured a tiny thundercloud.” He joked. “How’d the talk go with Harry?”
 
“Harry?” She squeaked.
 
“Uhhh, yeah, Harry? Famous kid, lightning bolt scar, rebellious Quidditch superstar? Ring any bells?”
 
Stood outside as he was, Fred had no way to know that Angelina’s squeak was less one of confusion, and more due to the fact that said superstar had just pressed his girlfriend's fat, wobbling chest down into the tiles and palmed a thick handful of her arse.
 
“Everything alright with him?”
 
“Hnngh, yes? He’s fine, EVERYTHING’S fine!”
 
“... You sure? You sound kinda strained-”
 
“I SAID I’M FINE!” She snapped, dropping her tone to a sharp whisper as she met emerald green eyes over her shoulders. “What the hell do you think you’re DOING?”
 
Harry’s response was to warningly wag his cock in the direction of her face, making her gulp as its thick head waved under her nose and she caught a whiff of his spunk mixed together with what could only be the smell of her own ass.
 
“Squeeze it out.” He murmured, turning away to eye the mountainous mounds of her rear as she gaped.
 
“Squeeze WHAT out?” She hissed, glancing nervously towards the door as Harry’s grin sharpened.
 
“My cum. Squeeze that tight little arse of yours and shit it out.”
 
“Oi! Jeez, no need to bark at me. I was just coming to check on you.” Fred sulked, huffing as Angelina bit her lip and tried not to let the sound of his voice tickle the adulterous leaky faucet still dripping between her legs. “How long are you going to be?”
 
“I don’t know.” She whined, answering both of them but looking at Harry as he dropped his lips down to her upturned ear, nibbling on it before softly driving the following words into her head.
 
“Shit it out, or I’ll drag you out there and use my dick to dig it out in front of him.”
 
His tongue roamed around her lobe, digging into her earhole as shivers wracked Angelina’s body before she glared at him with a bravado she didn’t really feel.
 
“You wouldn’t. He’s your friend!”
 
“He is my friend.” Harry agreed, knocking her off balance before making her “meep!” as he grabbed her by the hair, dragged her up and stole the breath from her lungs with a rough, searing kiss before breaking away with a sharp nip. “And I just kissed his girlfriend. Right after dumping my load in her tight, hot, cheating black arse.”
 
He finished it off by spitting on her lips, making her reflexively jerk back before her tongue unthinkingly shot back out to run around her mouth and lick it all up as he sneered at her.
 
“Wanna test just how good of a friend I REALLY am?”
 
“Come on, Angie. That’s not helpful! You coming to the party or not?” Fred groaned, playing it up jokingly as her eyes darted between Harry’s cock and those piercing green eyes.
 
A deep breath steeled her nerves.
 
“I am!” She called back, arms bending as she reached back to grab a cheek in each hand before spreading them apart, exposing her still gaping anus to Harry’s lascivious eyes.
 
“You are?!” Fred cheered.
 
“I AM!”
 
Her lower half tensed as Angelina’s voice rose in response to her stretching her rear open and tensing her abs. Slowly, like lava bubbling up from the pit of a volcano, she felt the thick and creamy ooze of Harry’s cum start to rise up through her pipes, crawling along her still-raw inner walls and soothing them as she groaned.
 
“Ah… Angie? You okay in there?” He asked, cheer trailing off into concern as she heard her moans.
 
“Ughhhh~ Perfect.”
 
And she was.
 
Her heart was pounding and her pussy was on fire, the sound of her boyfriend's voice echoing around her ears only adding to the depraved pleasure radiating out of her asshole as Harry fisted his cock and pushed it against her gaping lips, wedging himself between them as she ran her tongue along its edges and all of a sudden eagerly tried to lick him clean.
 
“Do you want me to wait for you?” 
 
Fred waited. And waited. Then his brow furrowed as Angelina failed to respond, the noise from the shower masking the sound of her lips closing around Harry’s thick helmet as he groaned and thrust into her mouth, softly shoving his hips back and forth as she edged towards him and bobbed her face in his lap.
 
“Gluck~gluck~gluck~”
 
“Angie?”
The first bubbling stream of deposited spunk rose out from the depths of her anus, the frothing white contrasting sharply with her darkened skin tone as Harry watched Angelina flex her ass and send it spilling down between her thick cheeks. He throbbed in her mouth, knowing that as it disappeared it was running along the slit of her gooey pussy, staining it as she lavished his dick with multiple licks and kisses before turning her doe brown eyes up towards him.
 
‘Cum’ she mouthed, pulling her lips back until they only surrounded the tip as her tongue rubbed underneath, coaxing him to let go in her mouth as Harry grit his teeth and felt his balls pulse before draining to an aching emptiness all over the inside of her cheeks. Angelina took it all without complaint too, staring into his eyes as she pulled away and clamped her lips shut to stop his load from spilling out and down the drain, leaving her face puffed up like a squirrel as she made sure he watched every moment of her arching her back, thrusting her still leaking ass up into the air before throwing her head back and necking his cum like booze in a shot glass.
 
“You alive in there?” 
 
Fred’s worried voice knocked them both out of the impromptu staring contest as Harry climbed to his feet, silently helping Angelina up alongside him as she wobbled about unsurely for a moment before finding her ground and finally turning towards his voice.
 
“Could you grab me a towel?” She called out, slightly slurring as the thick texture of his jizz weighed her tongue down and clammed up her mouth, stumbling as she reached out to catch herself on the door and gasping at Harry’s hard, warm body pressing into her from behind.
 
“Sure!” Her boyfriend shouted back, scrambling off towards her things as Angelina was quietly pinned flat.
 
Lifting her hair out of the way, Harry stopped her from turning around with a simple tug before pressing his lips to the back of her neck, just beneath her hairline, and biting. A single, breathless grunt left her lips as she rose up onto her tiptoes, eyes fluttering and her mouth dropping open in a soundless moan as he latched his lips onto her skin and sucked, pulling on it until a big, purple hickey rose to the surface and marred her dark flesh.
 
“Don’t let him see that.” Harry warned, pulling her hair back over the mark where it hid her infidelity perfectly before he brought both hands down to her rear and spread it apart. “Or this.”
 
Even flushed and panting, Angelina still managed to shoot him a look over her shoulder that suggested he was an idiot, earning her a loud, sharp ‘SLAP’ that rocked her ass cheek and was thankfully too quiet for Fred to hear as he hurried towards them and obliviously held his hand over the door.
 
“Mmmm! Thank you.” She sighed, playfully narrowing her eyes at a far too smarmy-looking Harry who helpfully turned off the shower just before she grabbed the towel from her boyfriend's hand and shooed him away to wait by the door.
 
They both listened to him leave, counting the steps before they were once more alone as Angelina pulled the towel around her shoulders and opened the door, turning back just as she was about to leave and looking him dead in the eyes.
 
“I’m serious, Harry. Something’s going on with you, and we are going to talk about it.”
 
In response, the usually hesitant Boy-Who-Lived took two quick steps forward and shoved his hand under her towel, groping for her chest to cup a plump breast and pinch her teat while the other dropped between her spread thighs and cupped her bald mound.
 
“I’m counting on it.”
 
The way he squeezed and the almost dangerous note to his tone put a hitch in her breath and a blush in her cheeks, one even rosier than the flush she’d already sported as she pushed her chest into his palm and nodded.
 
It almost looked like she wanted to stay for more, but the knowledge that her boyfriend would soon start getting suspicious and maybe even come back to check on her spurred Angelina on. She trotted away to start quickly getting dressed, leaving Harry alone to stand cold and dripping in the shower, strangely unbothered as he gave them enough time to get far enough away that it wouldn’t be suspicious.
 
As he went to grab his towel and began drying himself off, he caught sight of his forearm and stopped. Then stared, realising that his skin just… wasn’t tingling anymore. His blood felt normal, and the world around him had stopped looking so sharp, so detailed. Unbeknownst to Harry, his pupils had dilated and a laid-back smile had crawled across his features as he stood there, half-dressed, and swayed.
 
The rest of the night was a blur, and by the time he woke up the next morning in his bed, oddly refreshed and with a heavy tongue? He couldn’t remember a thing.