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Harry's sweet fruits of labor (Angelina's helping hand)
🕑 Added 2021-07-03 12:13:03 +0000 UTCEven though a couple of months had passed since the night with Mrs. Weasley, the shocking event was still vivid in Harry's mind. Every time Harry closed his eyes his mind on its whim would start remembering everything that had happened on that night in excruciating details.
It took Harry almost a week to even look Ron in the eye. The reason was not just the shameful reminder of what Harry had done with Ron's mum without her knowledge but the fact that a dark part of Harry was angry with himself that he had stopped at just a bit of fondling.
At first, Ron couldn't understand what was wrong and why his friend was acting so distant. But in the end, decided that he must be worried about Mr. Weasley's warning about Sirius Black. To be entirely honest dwelling on Black and his whereabouts was the last thing on Harry's mind.
That night something fundamentally had changed in Harry. Before that, just like a normal teenager, Harry hcad the occasional sexual thoughts from time to time. But now it was like he was randy all the time. Everything would get him excited.
Before he would get aroused by looking at a hot girl's huge knockers or her tight ass but now there was a chance that if he came across a quaffle he would get erected.
All of this had led to Harry masturbating at least a couple of times daily. Otherwise, he couldn't even concentrate properly in his classes.
Today though luck was not on his side. Harry had woken up pretty late this morning. Usually, he would be the first person up in their dormitory, because of the habit enforced from his childhood by Aunt Petunia of waking up early so that he could prepare the Dursley's breakfast in the morning but somehow he had overslept this morning. That frustrated Harry as for the last month and a half he had been regularly having the bathroom all to himself in the morning as he loved the feeling of jerking off as hot water from the shower ran all over his body. That was just the thing he needed to get his day started. Now today he wouldn't be able to do that without getting teased mercilessly by his mates.
The next few hours were literal hell for Harry who had to go from one stupid class to another with his hard dick stuffed in his trousers. No matter how hard Harry tried he couldn't find himself unaccompanied for a few minutes so that he could have a quick wank to calm things down a bit.
The one small good thing was that the school robes were loose enough that he didn't have to embarrass himself to everyone in the castle by showing everyone the big bulge in his pants.
Finally to Harry's great relief the day's last lesson came to an end as Professor Sprout waved her hand and send all the collected Gurdyroots to the back of the greenhouse.
After putting her wand back in her sleeves Professor Sprout clapped her hands loudly to make sure everyone in the class paid her the full attention.
"All right everyone good work. All of you did a very good job with today's assignment. I'm sure Professor Snape will be delighted with the fresh supply of the Gurdyroots. Now, make sure to write a foot-long essay listing the uses of Gurdyroot and the proper way to collect it. It should be on my desk by Monday."
With that at last the day's lessons ended and Harry shouldered his bag and in a flash began to make his way out of the greenhouse to the first empty place he could find.
However just as he stepped outside of the greenhouse a hand landed on his shoulder out of nowhere stopping him in his tracks. Annoyed Harry turned to look at the latest nuisance only to find that it was the Gryffindor Quidditch team Captain Oliver Wood.
"There you are, Potter. I've been looking all over the castle for you for the last half an hour. Come on we've wasted enough time already." Wood greeted absentmindedly and began to drag Harry with him.
Harry caught flat-footed by Oliver had to jog to keep up with Oliver's long legs.
"Er, Did you need me for something, Oliver?" Harry questioned his Captain.
Oliver looked down at Harry confused.
"Didn't Fred and George tell you this morning? Last night I asked Professor McGonagall to book us the Quidditch pitch for the evening. I told her that we desperately needed a final practice session before the match on Sunday. And she agreed." He informed Harry happily.
Harry's heart sank to the bottom of his stomach. A practice session with Oliver meant that Harry would be on the pitch for the next few hours atleast. And that was if Oliver was in a good mood and was happy with everone's efforts, otherwise he'll keep everyone on the pitch till it was time for dinner.
The two of them arrived at the pitch and looked around for their teammates.
"There's everyone. Come on, Harry." Wood happily pointed towards the corner of the Ravenclaw stands to Harry where the rest of their 5 teammates were huddled together in a group.
As the pair neared the others turned as they noticed the new arrivals. Harry noted that all of them were in their school robes and not in their Quidditch robes.
Oliver walked forward to address everyone.
"Thank you all for coming on such short notice. I know you must be wondering why I called everyone out here for another practice session as our preparations were already finished. But that was before when we thought we were going to face Slytherin but now that their seeker is injured and out of commission..."
At that Harry couldn't help himself and let out a snort.
Oliver didn't look too impressed with Harry's interruption and gave him an annoyed glare.
"As I was saying, now that we're up against Hufflepuff instead of the snakes our chasers need to practice a few more maneuvers as some of our previous plays might not be as effective against the Hufflepuff Team."
At that one of the Weasley twin raised his hand in the air to ask Oliver a question like he was in the classroom. Harry had no idea whether it was Fred or George.
"What are we doing here then, Oliver? If the chasers are the one who need the extra practice, only the girls need to be here right?" He asked the Captain.
The girls in question gave the Weasley twin the stink-eye. However before any one of them could take offence and curse the Weasley for his big mouth Oliver came between them trying to diffuse the situation.
"It's not just about the chasers, Fred. I asked Professor Sinistra what the weather is going to be like on the day of the match. She told me that there was a high chance of rain and thunder. So, you see we all need to make sure that we are prepared to play in tough conditions."
Harry looked up at the sky after Oliver's explanation. It was completely clear. The sun was shining down on the pitch and a cool breeze was blowing. Harry had no idea why Oliver believed that practicing now would help them in playing in tough conditions. George thinking the same thing as Harry opened his mouth to question Oliver. But before he could say anything Oliver drew his wand from his sleeve and giving everyone a mischievous grin raised it to the sky. With a loud shout of ''Tonitribus Adducere,'' Oliver waved his wand in a complicated spiral pattern.
Immediately big dark angry clouds covered the sky blocking out the sun's light. Heavy rain began to fall on the pitch making them raise their hands to their heads to try to shield themselves.
"Learned it from Professor Flitwick last night," Oliver with a hint of pride in his voice told everyone present looking very pleased with himself. Fred and George looked at their captain in admiration.
With that everyone mounted on their brooms and one of the craziest and toughest practice sessions of Harry's life started. The next few hours the Gryffindor team played in the horrid weather to make themselves ready for their match on Sunday. Multiple times people crashed into each other in the air.
For Harry, the biggest challenge was his bad vision. As his glasses were completely wet in the first two minutes of flying and no matter how much he attempted to wipe them dry they were utterly useless. During most of the practice session, Harry was technically flying blind and hence was never once able to catch the snitch.
It was a miserable team low on confidence that left the Quidditch pitch two hours later. Everyone was soaked to the bone and covered in mud from head to toe. Oliver shocked to the core by his team's disastrous performance left the pitch in a daze with the Weasley twins trailing after him in concern.
As the girls also left dejectedly, Harry went to store the Quidditch equipment back in its place in Madam Hooch's office. Finished with that, Harry was halfway to the castle when he caught sight of the trail of mud he was leaving in his wake. Not very keen to attract Filch's wrath on himself at so close to dinner time Harry turned around to first take a shower in the team room.
As he stepped inside the boy's locker room Harry was surprised to hear the sound of water running in the background. Harry had to admit he was a bit surprised that someone was yet here. He had assumed that all the other 3 boys had already returned to the castle. Shrugging, Harry went to collect a fresh towel from his locker.
Harry removed all of his dirty wet clothes and tossed them in the laundry basket. Wrapping the towel around his waist Harry made his way to the shower stalls.
As Harry turned around the corner and stepped foot in the shower area to his astonishment he came across someone unexpected.
The person in the shower was not anyone he would have guessed in a lifetime. Completely naked and covered in soap, it was his teammate Angelina Johnson with water running all over her beautifully toned body. Harry stares dumbfounded. The unexpected visual treat was enough for little Harry to spring back to life.
Scared of discovery Harry dived back and hid around the corner. However, as the water kept running Harry's curiosity compelled him to peek around the corner to confirm that it was Angelina Johnson in the nude bathing in the boy's locker room.
Harry staggered against the wall to steady himself as once again his eyes landed on the sexy ebony girl's body. Angelina had her back to Harry. She was running her hand all over her back as the water from the showerhead rinsed away the soap covering her body.
Harry let out a pleasure-filled moan as the lovely sight made his dick twitch. After another glance confirmed that Angelina would be busy with her shower for some time Harry decided to fulfill his needs.
In a flash, he took off the towel wrapped around his waist and threw it onto the floor. Harry wrapped his right hand around his cock and rested his left hand against the wall to keep his balance. With his eyes glued to Angelina's taut body, Harry started pumping. The sight of water running down Angelina's pussy as she leaned down to wash her feet forced Harry to double his speed.
Just as Harry was coming close to finish, Angelina began to spread her asscheeks apart to clean her holes. The sexy sight forced a shocking moan from Harry's mouth. The loud sound echoed around the locker room and startled Angelina who looked behind for the origin of the noise.
Harry's heart stopped as Angelina's gaze landed on him with his hands beating his dick. Her face began to darken in outrage. And with a loud swear she tried to cover her tits with her right hand while her left hand turned off the showerhead.
"What in the name of Merlin are you doing here, Potter? Are you spying on me?" Angelina yelled angrily as she stepped out of the shower.
"No, it's not like that Angelina. I was- I was.." Harry stuttered as he searched for an excuse to save his life.
Angelina completely ignored Harry's terrible attempt at explanation as she angrily stomped to the near bench with her hands covering her tits and her pussy in an attempt to save her modesty.
Picking up a dry towel from the bench she quickly wrapped it up around herself. The sight of the towel jogged Harry's memory as he recalled why he arrived here in the first place. Looking around Harry found the white towel he had discarded earlier lying near his feet. Harry quickly bend down to pick it up and wrapped it around his waist. Unfortunately, that still left a clear bulge under the towel leaving no doubt that he was sporting a rock-hard boner.
Finally Harry lifted to his head to meet Angelina's eyes and he immediately knew that he was in deep shit. Angelina had crossed her arms over her chest and was tapping her left feet impatiently.
"Well, do you have anything to say for yourself, Potter?" She asked him angrily.
Harry took a deep breath to calm his racing heart. He had to make sure that Angelina wouldn't report him to the Professors.
Plastering on his best innocent expression on his face Harry tried to justify himself to the furious girl. "I'm really sorry about all this Angelina. C'mon we're friends right. You know I'm not like this. I had just arrived and was surprised to see you here. Please forgive me." But her expression told Harry that the girl clearly knew he was lying.
Angelina scoffed in disbelief. "Yeah try to pull this innocent crap on someone else, Potter. I saw you with my own eyes jerking off your dick as you spied on me from behind like a freak."
Harry flinched at the word freak. Immediately his blood began to boil.
"Fine. Yes maybe I was jerking off. But it's your fault. Why were you naked in the boy's locker room? Maybe you knew I was here and were trying to seduce me" Harry threw back an accusation of his own as he decided to throw caution to the wind.
Angelina gasped in outrage. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. The boy had the nerve to try to blame her for his misdeeds. She had always believed Potter to be a sweet kid. But in reality he was turning out to be real piece of shit.
"Don't you try to turn this on me you asshole. You did the wrong thing. I'm going to report this to McGonagall." Angelina threatened Harry.
Now Harry couldn't give a shit and decided to dismiss her anger. Since she had already made up her mind that she was going to report him, Harry decided that there was no point in wasting his time to try to persuade her of his innocence and maybe rather finish what she had interrupted earlier. Discarding his towel Harry stepped in the shower stall and turned on the water. As the warm water began to come out from the showerhead Harry began to stroke his hard dick all the while staring at his furious teammate.
Angelina was struck speechless as Potter started to jerk off in front of her without any shame. In a million years she couldn't have predicted that Potter could be capable of something like this. However as her eyes landed on the boy's dick she had to absentmindedly admit that for his age Potter was packing.
As Harry kept stroking he was surprised to discover that Angelina hadn't taken off immediately. She was actually looking down at his dick as if she was fascinated. An exciting idea ran through Harry's mind.
As he gave his cock a few more faster pumps Harry spread his legs wide to give Angelina a better view of his hand and his penis. As he did that Angelina looked up at his face from the corner of her eyes with her cheeks darkening and Harry have her a roguish grin.
"Do you like this, Angie? Me rubbing my dick to you." Harry asked Angelina in a soft voice.
Angelina coughed in embarrassment. "Don't be ridiculous Potter. I was just leaving."
Harry grinned at the girl's mortification.
"Well I don't know about you. But I loved what I saw when you were showering. You have a really sexy body Angie. Do you know I was just about to cum before you had turned around?"
Angelina looked up to meet Harry's eyes. The girl's eyes were a bit nervous as if she had doubts about what Harry was telling.
Harry kept pumping as he stepped outside the shower and came near to Angelina. He looked her in eyes with full honesty.
"I'm not lying Angie. You have the sexiest body of any girl I've ever seen. Your tight ass, and your beautiful Pussy. I would worship those every day if you would let me. Your boyfriend must be very lucky." Harry said all of this while walking closer to Angelina.
Angelina shook her head as she once again looked at Harry's hand beating his dick. "I don't have a boyfriend."
Harry grinned like a Cheshire cat at the answer. The girl was interested. Slowly he removed his hand from his shaft and after making sure that Angelina was still looking interested, he took her hand and positioned it on his dick. A tremor ran through Angelina's body as her fingers rolled around his twitching dick.
She raised her head to look him in the eyes. But ducked down in embarrassment as he grinned wickedly. However, that didn't stop her from fulfilling her curiosity as she slowly began to run her hand up and down his dick.
At first, her movements were unsure as if it was her first time giving a handjob to somebody but as a few minutes passed and she started gaining confidence from his moans of pleasure her grip tightened and her speed also increased. While Angelina was concentrated on his dick Harry pulled away the towel covering Angelina's body leaving her in her birthday suit like him.
As Harry got rid of her towel Angelina offered him a playful glare but kept pumping his cock with urgency. Harry's dick jumped up and down in Angelina's grasp as Harry got his first proper look at her titties.
As Harry softly began to caress her funbags his mind automatically began to compare them with the only other pair of boobs he had ever seen. Where Mrs. Weasley tits were huge and a bit loose after birthing seven kids, Angelina's tits were quite small but firm. As he ran his hands over her dark nipples Angelina moaned loudly.
Harry repeated the motion happily and Angelina let out an even louder moan.
"Do you like it when play with your nipples, Angie,?" Harry asked Angelina in a low voice. When he didn't get an immediate answer Harry struck both his hands on her tits.
"Answer me when I ask you something bitch." Harry yanked Angelina's loose hair in his hands and forced her head down to bring her face to his level.
A delicious whine evaded Angelina's mouth from the rough treatment. But before Harry could repeat his action just to spite her a tingling sensation began in his dick. Signalling he was near to climaxing. Harry pressed down Angelina's head so that she was was forced to kneel in front of him on her knees and as his balls pulsed in pleasure Harry started blasting huge spurts of cum all over Angelina's face and tits.
The first jet landed right into her stunned mouth as she opened it to berate him for the rough handling. As she attempted to spit out the cum in disgust Harry tugged her hair once again in warning.
Angelina scowled at Harry in outrage but silently let him cum all over her body. As the rush of the climax finally ended Harry looked down at the kneeling girl decorated in his gift. Harry had never seen a more beautiful sight.
