Every Move You Make

"So, what's wrong with Demelza?" Katie asked as soon as they were out of earshot. The two witches started walking the circumference of the pitch at a leisurely pace, falling into step beside the other.

"Nothing." Ginny said simply "Well, nothing that won't be fixed by some time alone with Harry."

"I don't understand, what are you saying?." Katie asked, uncomprehendingly.

"How long have you had a crush on Harry?" Ginny pivoted.

"What!?" Katie sputtered, halting in her tracks. "Where did you even get that? No! No, no, no! I'm not- we haven't! Ginny…" Katie trailed off, realizing that she probably had just protested too vehemently.

To her surprise, Ginny was smiling like the cat that had gotten the canary. "Oh really, because I was going to let you have sex with him, but if you aren't interested…"

Katie opened and closed her mouth several times soundlessly, trying to come up with something to say. "You're joking."

"I'm being absolutely serious. What do you think Harry and Demelza are doing right now?" Ginny challenged. Katie's mouth parted in a silent 'oh'. Was that why Demelza was so out of it today?

"A-are you serious?"

"Completely."

"But… why?"

"I think it's about time you answered my question, actually." Ginny grinned "Fess up."

Katie huffed. "Fine. But it's nothing major! I might have flirted with him a bit, but I think it just went over his head." At least until recently, anyway.

Ginny giggled "That sounds like him. How did it happen?"

It really was never something she thought of as a big deal. He was cute, he was a good bloke, so what if she occasionally imagined taking him back to the locker rooms? "I guess it started in my third year. You know Harry- he was so cute and sweet. I just wanted to take care of him and help him get out of his shell." She, Alicia, and Angelina had been quite protective of him- he'd been so innocent and they all knew how many girls would slip him a love potion if they had the chance.

Katie was blushing, and Ginny silently agreed- Harry at twelve, the boy who had first captured her heart, was far too cute for his own good.

"And you know how quidditch practice is, Ginny." Katie continued "It gets the blood pumping, and afterwards… well, I'm in the mood." Like now, Katie could admit to herself that she was… keyed up, and their conversation certainly wasn't helping. "So yeah, I thought about some of the guys on my team."

She'd thought about it alright, what it'd be like to take Harry's virginity. She would have been good to him, she had more than enough experience to make his first time truly mind-blowing. She would have been kind and patient, taught and guided him, and let him enjoy himself. She had imagined taking his shaft in hand and pumping him and sucking him until he reached completion- watching his adorable face as it scrunched up in pleasure.

Of course, that shy boy was no more. In his place was a confident and experienced man, and Katie was surprised to find herself just as attracted to this latest shift in Harry's personality. And she had to admit that the view she'd gotten of Harry in just quidditch pants was… appealing. Quite appealing.

"Katie, I get it." Ginny agreed, noticing Katie's growing discomfort "I guess it doesn't help that we're pretty comfortable with showing a bit of skin in the locker rooms."

Katie flushed in agreement. "Yeah… Anyway, I never took it too seriously. There was always someone else- for me or for him." More like- she'd never allowed herself to take it seriously. If he'd ever asked her to Hogsmeade, or to the Yule Ball, she would've said yes in a heartbeat, but…

"So you're really okay with Harry sleeping with Demelza… and me?"

"Yeah. I am." Ginny blushed lightly. She didn't like admitting to her kink, but it was a handy way to avoid the real reason they were doing this. "It's a turn on for me. I know its… unconventional, but it's just so hot."

Katie mulled it over. While Ginny was certainly very competitive, Katie wouldn't describe her as possessive. Still, it was hard to wrap her mind around, not only being okay with your boyfriend having sex with other people, but encouraging it? "I'm sorry, I just don't get it."

Ginny chuckled "I could go into detail if you want. How I love how Harry can turn these girls into whimpering piles of goo. How-"

"Alright I get it!" Katie interrupted, her cheeks aflame "Sort of. Whatever. What about Demelza, what does she get out of this? Besides the obvious."

"Demelza's just as kinky as I am." Ginny grinned "She's really into, uh, being dominated."

"So…"

"Well how many guys around her could really pull that off?" Ginny asked rhetorically.

"Not many…" Katie mused. Sure, there were plenty of 'alpha' guys at Hogwarts, but Katie knew the type- selfish in bed, and generally using confidence to hide their insecurities. She had become adept at spotting them and found that their insecurities became painfully apparent whenever she challenged them. She'd fancied a boy in the year above her, Kyle Clemons, until they flew together and she outflew him easily. He'd taken it as a personal offense despite the fact that she practiced quidditch regularly and he only flew casually. She enjoyed taking blokes like that down a peg, particularly in bed.

That might work with some girls, but Katie guessed that Demelza needed a softer touch. Most of the guys at Hogwarts who'd actually bother to listen to their partners needs were probably too inexperienced or too insecure to really be a proper dominant. There were plenty of less confident guys, but they would probably need experience and coaching before they could pull it off.

Harry, she guessed, might be perfect. Yeah, he had his hang-ups with girls, but he'd clearly gotten over that this year. He was modest and noble, sweet and attentive, but bold enough to face a dragon, and confident enough to stand up to Umbridge and Ministry.

Yeah, she could see it.

"Aren't you afraid that Demelza isn't going to be able to let Harry go?"

I'm counting on it. Ginny silently answered. "I'm not bothered. I know he'll always love me- though Merlin knows he has enough love to give to everybody. If Demelza wants to stick around…" She shrugged.

"And Harry." Katie continued "I just never imagined him having flings- even with your permission. He's just so sweet and kind and…" She blushed again, Merlin she needed to get her crush in check. Or maybe she didn't after all…

"Yeah, that conversation was… something. It took a lot to convince him that it was alright. And Harry doesn't do flings. If you sleep with him, I guarantee you you'll get his love, attention, and affection. He'll be good to you, not to stroke his ego, but because he loves to see people he cares about feel good."

She was considering it… she was actually considering it. After all, this would be far from the first fling she'd had. Wizards didn't have to worry about normal STDs (and magical ones were extremely rare). If it made things awkward between them… well she was graduating in a little over a month anyway. And she knew Harry and Ginny wouldn't spread rumors about it. This didn't have to be a serious thing; it could just be teammates… friends, having fun together.

And she'd finally get to experience this. She'd get to have sex with Harry, the sweet boy who had turned into a man right before her eyes. Oh Merlin, now that she could seriously entertain the idea, she realized she wanted it a lot more than she let herself acknowledge. Katie felt something within her stir- a small flutter of heat that she knew from experience wouldn't leave her- not until she satisfied herself.

Ginny grinned knowingly. "He'd be so good to you Katie. Trust me- you aren't going to regret this." Her voice was low and passionate; there was something in it that told Katie that this wasn't just bravado. Ginny was being absolutely honest and serious.

Her decision was made. "You know what? I'm in."

"Great, let's go!" The redhead beamed, heading off for the changing rooms.

"Wait! But what about Demelza? Won't we be interrupting?" Katie asked, hurrying after the redhead.

"She'll be fine. She might even be into it, to be honest." Ginny waved off her concerns. "You know you want to do this. Trust me, it's all right."

Ginny was right, she did want to do this. She wanted it now. She knew the alternative was retreating to her dorm room and imagining what she could so easily just have, or finding some other bloke to spend some quality time with, but really, if she was going to have sex, she might as well do it with the bloke she really wanted rather than a stand in.

Oh Merlin, this was actually happening.

Katie followed Ginny back into the girl's changing room. It was empty, and for a moment Katie felt a pang of disappointment. Then she heard it- Demelza's moans over the sound of a shower running.

"She's really getting into it, isn't she?" Ginny commented, and Katie had to silently agree. As her moans continued- interspaced with low murmurs from Harry she couldn't quite pick up- Katie found her imagination running rampant. What was Harry doing to make Demelza moan so wantonly? Katie shifted her weight between her legs- a nervous habit. The stirring within her was strengthening as she listened to Demelza's ecstasy, like a sleeping beast awakening.

Suddenly, Demelza let out a high pitched gasp, and followed it up with a soft, keening "Please, please, oh pleasepleaseplease!"

"Wow." Katie said to herself quietly. Yes, girls often manufactured or exaggerated moans for their partners' benefit- but this was unmistakably genuine. Ginny grinned knowingly, as if to say- yes, he's that good.

There was a beat of silence, the water shut off. Katie's breath caught, and her heart leapt in her chest. Another moment of silence.

The door unlatched and swung open, Harry stepped through, cradling Demelza in his arms. Somehow, he didn't seem surprised to see them, and he proceeded to gently place Demelza on a bench, the girl was quite out of it, and she slumped sideways as soon as Harry stopped supporting her. Harry whispered something Katie couldn't catch to Demelza before facing her again.

Katie felt her mouth go dry. Harry was exquisite, and his skin was patterned by droplets and streams of water that ran down his well-defined chest, to his toned torso to-she licked her lips- his cock. It was as fine a specimen as Katie had ever seen.

She didn't know how long she had gawked at her teammate- but she was drawn from her reverie by Harry's awkward "Err, hi Katie."

Her jaw clicked shut, and Katie blinked rapidly- as if trying to clear her mind of the vision that had been burned into it. "Oh. Wow. Ginny, you lucky witch! How the hell did you stay single for so long, Harry?"

"Not by choice, I assure you." Harry responded, somewhat bashfully. "And I don't think stripping in public would have helped things."

Katie giggled "I dunno, would have gotten my attention."

"No. All you needed to do was ask a girl other than Cho bloody Chang out." Ginny commented. "It's worked out swimmingly for you so far."

Harry tilted his head in a way that seemed to say 'fair point', before turning his attention back to Katie. "Er, so are you sure you want to do this Katie?"

"You kidding?" Katie responded, still leering at his body, all of her doubts dispelled "If I'd known you were hiding this under those robes I'd have taken you back here years ago! Are you sure you don't mind me trying him out, Ginny, 'cause damn."

Ginny laughed, as Harry shifted uncomfortably "Go get him, Katie."

Katie took advantage of her offer and swooped in for an exploratory kiss, which quickly deepened. Soon, her hands were at his back and his arms were around her waist, pulling each other closer and pressing his cock into Katie's stomach.

Oh, I just have to get a closer look at that.

That sentiment was felt as much as it was thought, and as hot as the kiss was, Katie had to pull back. "And you're talented too!" Katie exclaimed, and then with a wink "Now, lets check out the goods."

Her hands slipped down his chest and torso, and then to his cock. She wasted no time in fondling his shaft, fingers exploring the sensitive organ eagerly. She crouched to get a better look at him, and admired how the subtleties of it- how he was so engorged with blood that the veins running up his shaft had flared and his head was purpling. She could faintly pick up his smell- not the smell of sweat, but of his sex- faintly musky. She was especially pleased to see how quickly Harry's demeanor had changed. Boys really were all the same in that respect, even -no- especially the most arrogant braggarts of them became butter once you had them by the cock.

"Ginny, how long is his refractory period?" Katie asked.

"Uhn- uh, basically non-existent." Came Ginny's breathless reply.

"Are you serious?" Katie gaped, turning to the redhead. Sure enough, Ginny was touching herself, having partially dropped her quidditch pants and dipped a hand underneath her knickers. Wow, she really did get off to this!

"Uhn, oh yeah."

"And you're sharing him?" She really shouldn't be questioning her good fortune, but it still boggled her mind a bit.

"Sooo hot." Was Ginny's only response, which wasn't quite an answer, but on the other hand, what was Katie expecting?

"Suit yourself, but I hope you enjoy it when I make him scream." She turned back to Harry, who had recovered and was cocking an eyebrow at her. She returned with a salacious grin, a promise of what was to come.

"So, what do you want to- uhhhhng." He was interrupted when Katie promptly engulfed him in her mouth, taking him easily to the hilt. She moaned at the taste of him, he had just showered, so she was just tasting him, and he tasted like pure, prime male. She cupped his balls with one hand as she savored him. Delicious.

She loved giving blowjobs. Despite her first impression of the act, it had become the most empowering thing she'd ever experienced. Harry was at her tender mercy as she lapped and sucked at the sensitive flesh of his manhood. His soft desirous moans were music to her ears, she pulled back "Do you hear that, Ginny?" She jibed as she continued to tease Harry's cockhead with her fingers, provoking soft gasps from him "He's so eager. If I didn't know better, I'd say you've been neglecting him." She knew that was completely false, as Harry was obviously getting plenty, but dirty talk didn't always need to be logical. "Keep moaning, babe. I like it." She bobbed up and down a few more times, before adding "Is that why you share him, because you aren't woman enough to handle him?"

Ginny choked on her moan, but Katie could tell by sound that her stroking had sped up. She returned her attention to Harry, noting how Ginny's moans had become much more vocal and how Harry's own pleasured moans seemed to rise in unison with hers. Katie stopped just before he reached the edge and asked "Where do you want to cum, babe? In my mouth? On my face…" Her expression turned sly "Or how about all over your little girlfriend?" That provoked a reaction, as his cock twitched in her hand, and Ginny squeaked.

"You like that?" She asked unnecessarily "Well then, why don't you join us Ginny?" The redhead had certainly seen better days, or at least more composed ones. Her quidditch trousers were around her ankles, and her panties had fallen to her knees. One hand was at her pussy, where she was using two fingers to run circles around her clit, the other hand had been pushed aside her shirt and pulled down her, exposing one tit to the air and massaging it Her cheeks were stained red and her breath was coming out grunts that were in time with the soft schlick of her masturbation.

At Katie's request, Ginny moved forward, but stumbled as her feet caught in her trousers and fell to her knees.

"That's convenient." Katie snickered, enjoying the view of that normally cocky and tomboyish redhead on her knees in front of her "But you should take off your clothes too, right Harry?"

"Uh, yeah." Harry agreed absently. It was such a shame that Harry's muggle relatives had circumcised him… Katie briefly wondered if there were magical ways of re-growing his foreskin. Thankfully, he retained the sensitive patch of skin right below his head, which Katie's fingers took advantage of, rubbing at it gently to keep him at the edge. Harry's moans had become deliciously plaintive, and his hips were thrusting forward slightly, but he was being remarkably well behaved. He really was still a sweetheart.

Honestly, Katie was impressed. She'd really drawn things out once she realized how fun it was to taunt Ginny. Who knew she got off on a bit of humiliation? Most boys would have blown long before now or broken down and either tried to beg her or force her, but Harry was content to let her lead. It was time to give him a reward.

"Hm, I guess it's only fair..." Katie winked at Harry and began to strip. Peeling off her sweaty quidditch uniform was actually a relief, she was bloody hot, and her skin seemed to radiate heat into the cool air like a furnace. The air was almost as pleasant as the feel of his eyes burning into her body. She knew she looked good, she knew she was both fit and had boobs that Ginny envied. Knowing that didn't make the reaction boys had to seeing her body for the first time any less gratifying. She loved seeing the look in their eyes as they were completely overtaken by lust, how they lost themselves drinking in the sight of her.

Harry was no exception… the memory of his jaw dropping just slightly to let out a breathy moan as she removed her bra would become a favorite of hers. Each twitch of his cock just made her want to ravish it all the more, or to just screw it and impale herself on him. Let him release himself in her, and fuck him again and again until she drained him dry.

Morgana she was wet, and she was so hot all over. She needed to focus, she needed to get him off now before she lost her willpower. She noticed Harry moving his hand to his cock, and yes she very much wanted to see him masturbate at some point… that'd be bloody hot, but she wanted- needed- it on her terms. "Ah!" She chirped disapprovingly. Swiftly, she moved behind Harry and caught his wrists. "You're mine, sweetie."

Katie slid her hand down to her cunt, and moaned, low and husky into Harry's ear. "You're so bloody hot, babe." She pulled her hand out, now dripping with her arousal, and wrapped it around Harry's shaft, using her own juices as lube. Her slick fingers easily slid up and down him in a way she knew must be driving him wild.

He let out an urgent little sound, and then "Katie! Oh god!" She had him now. It'd taken long enough, but his cock was now so urgently aching that he could think of nothing else- he needed that sweet release. His cock controlled him, and since she controlled his cock…

"She was so cocky." Katie moaned between sloppy kisses along his neck and jaw- loud enough so that Ginny could hear her. "After you started fucking her. She strutted in like she owned the school. She even bragged to me about it, tried to rub it in my face." She punctuated that by licking up his neck. Oh, he tasted good, she wanted to kiss, lick, suck, and bite every inch of his skin, she wanted to devour him.

She molded her body behind his, resting her head on his shoulder, and the contact with him lit her skin up even more. It was too fucking much, with her non-dominant hand, she began to touch herself, rubbing her clit even as she redoubled her stroking of Harry's cock, setting a brutal pace. "Uhn, pump your hot seed all over that sexy little girlfriend of yours, babe." She told him in a low, lustful voice between grunts "Douse her in it. Uhn. Show her just how much I can make you cum."

His cock twitched so violently that it felt like it was trying to buck out of her grip, and he erupted with surprising force. Holy fuck, imagine how that would feel inside of me. Her only regret was that she couldn't see his face as he came- though hearing the sweet desperate noises he made and watching him unload on Ginny was enough. She found her own release just moments later. With great effort, she was able to keep her reaction down to a low moan and several husky grunts.

Oh yes, that was good, but she needed more.

Katie surveyed Ginny, who had jammed two fingers up her pussy and thrown her head back in a wail. Harry'd plastered her with a truly impressive amount of cum, which was now dripping down her shuddering body. She had to admit, it was an enticing sight. She was tempted to lick Harry's essence off her tight abdomen, but she had bigger priorities at the moment.

Ginny eventually sagged, lurching forward and catching herself so that she was on her hands and knees. She gazed up at them, her face decorated with cum, and her eyes blazing with emotion. "Harry." She panted "Oh fuck. Just fuck her already!"

That was not the reaction she'd been expecting, but Katie wasn't about to complain. She looked back to his cock, which she just realized she now had in a vice-like grip at the base. It glistened with the evidence of their combined arousal. I want it.

With a burst of agility Katie swung a leg around Harry's waist and used that leverage to wrap both legs around him. The force of Katie's move caused Harry to teeter for a moment before he pivoted and pressed her against the locker. Her mischievous grin was met with a challenging one from Harry.

Katie gyrated her hips, rubbing her core against Harry's manhood. Each stroke rubbed his head and length against her labia and clit, smearing his shaft with her arousal. It felt brilliant, but Katie wanted more. She wanted the piece of meat inside of her, and she was certain Harry felt the same way.

"Merlin, Katie." Harry moaned "Fuck!" Harry rained kissed down Katie's neck- pausing to suck viciously when he found a sensitive spot. Morgana, he was good with his mouth. The pressure he applied with his tongue, the suction, the graze of his teeth against her sensitive flesh- Katie couldn't help but cry out.

"Oh, just fuck me already, Potter!"

"Is that an order?" Harry teased, eyes glinting.

Oh, she was so done with his teasing. She didn't need any more foreplay, she just needed him inside of her. She wanted that rough, animal sex. She wanted him to unleash all of that teenage lust on her body. "You're god damned right it is!"

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Ron Weasley had had worse days.

Sure, classes were a slog- even moreso without Hermione to help him. Without her to cajole him into doing homework- Ron found himself putting it off more and more, until it was the night before it was due and he ended up rushing to put something, anything, to paper.

And yeah, Quidditch practice was awkward, considering he simultaneously had to ignore Harry, but listen to him when he spoke to him. Not to mention the dirty looks Ginny would occasionally shoot him.

But things could be worse. After all, he had Lavender, and things were going great with her. After she'd given him a blowjob over a month ago, he'd found that he could easily convince her to… do things. He fondly recalled that night he'd lost his virginity- it was simply amazing.

Sure, he would have loved it if they could do more- every day would be great- but even twice a week was amazing. It was honestly so validating, a confidence boost like no other. For the first time, Ron felt like a man.

So who cares if Harry's collecting some sort of weird harem? It's not like he'd want any of the girls who'd be willing to do that to themselves anyway. Ron felt a pang of regret there- after all, Hermione was hardly the type to… do that sort of thing. He knew she wouldn't have done it without Harry convincing, manipulating her.

Another pang of guilt- would Harry really do that? Manipulate people in order to save his own skin? Would he?

No. He wouldn't

Ron shook himself. Harry had lied to him. He wouldn't have done that unless he was guilty of something.

Or if Harry had thought Ron would react badly- just as he had.

And Hermione, well, she certainly hadn't seemed coerced when he had walked in on them. That image, of her riding Harry, a look of pure pleasure on her face, had been burned into Ron's memory. It never failed to unleash a maelstrom of emotions- anger, jealousy, betrayal… arousal, in a boiling pit in Ron's stomach.

Harry had taken Hermione from him!

That was the key. Ron wasn't dumb. He knew Harry could have any girl he wanted. They were probably lining up to drop their knickers for him. So why did he have to take Hermione? It just wasn't fair. Harry always got his way. He got the money, the fame, the glory, the harem of girls.

What did Ron get? Hand me down robes. If he was lucky, he might get mentioned as 'Harry's sidekick'. And if he was really lucky he'd get the scraps, those girls that Harry deemed not worth his time. Like Lavender.

Ron had come to terms with it. He wasn't really into Lavender. She was hot, but going on dates with her was becoming a chore after the novelty wore off, and Ron honestly preferred spending time with Seamus and Dean to Lavender…except for when they were engaged in certain activities.

But what was he supposed to do? Break up with her? Here was a girl who was interested in him, would be willing to snog any time of the day, and was even willing to shag him on occasion. He had a girlfriend, and it made him feel bloody good about himself.

Sure, there were girls he'd rather be with. Hermione for one, though he was embarrassed to admit he hadn't realized just how much he'd wanted her until he'd walked in on her writhing euphorically on Harry's cock. He hadn't notice just how sexy his long-time friend was, every time he saw her now his eyes would be immediately drawn to her magnificent tits, and his cock would twitch to hardness. Thankfully she didn't seem to notice his lecherous gaze, apparently she was still too wrapped up in Harry to bother with him.

Ron shut the shower off. He'd been in there for ages, but he'd taken to enjoying long hot showers at Hogwarts- considering he'd never had the luxury at home with 6 siblings. It helped him think about things- for all the good it did him, he'd been going in circles ever since he'd walked in on Harry and Hermione, never being able to sort it out in his head.

Ron was on his way out when he heard the scream- it was loud, feminine, and definitely came from the girl's changing rooms. Ron froze in indecision for a moment- should he really barge into the girl's changing rooms?

But it sounded like someone was in trouble. Maybe he could help! Maybe he could do something heroic by himself for once! Invigorated, Ron rushed to the changing room- pausing at the final turn in the hallway to collect himself.

The scream finally cut off- and was followed by the sound of gasping, moaning, and… Ron felt the heat rising in his cheeks. Cautiously, he peered around the corner, morbid curiosity and something he wouldn't acknowledge urging him onward.

No way…