Over the next weeks, Harry found himself facing a very different school. Gone were the admiring glances from everyone he passed in the halls, and instead, he faced suspicion from the majority of the populace.
Strangely, it was the females of Hogwarts who seemed more willing to trust him. Justin Finch-Fletchley and Ron Weasley were vocal protestors against Harry, and they actually made some strong points.
A student had been Petrified, and it was Colin Creevey, a Gryffindor first year who had often annoyed Harry with requests for photos. Some people (Justin and Ron) pointed out how convenient it was that the very first human victim was somebody Harry didn't like.
As for the ladies of Hogwarts though, they seemed very supportive of Harry. It might just be they didn't believe cowards like Ron, though. Daphne, Susan, Hermione, Astoria, and Gabrielle never wavered, of course.
But other girls approached Harry in the halls and gave him their support.
One encounter was with a gorgeous third year Ravenclaw, Cho Chang. Cho was a lovely girl of Chinese descent, with raven black hair, a fit body, and some perky breasts. She was Ravenclaw Seeker, Harry was pretty sure.
There was also Angelina Johnson, a fourth year Gryffindor who he had spoken to at his birthday party. The buxom, dark-skinned Chaser was very comforting, saying nobody worth having around listened to Ron's stupid rants.
Parvati Patil and her twin Padma, who had been a bit more reserved since returning from her mysterious absence at the start of the school year, both gave Harry their support, and he rather enjoyed having the sexy Indian identical twins hugging him at the same time. Then Parvati had kissed his cheek, and Harry had left the Patil twins feeling quite pleased.
But a very important day was fast approaching: Harry's first Quidditch match.
Cassandra was still out because of the baby, and wouldn't be back until after Christmas, which was a shame, as she wouldn't be here for the first game. Instead, an ass named Marcus Flint was temporary Captain.
In the Slytherin changing room, Marcus was looking around at the players, nodding his head.
"Alright. We have to win this one, so make sure we do. By any means necessary." Flint grunted.
Harry privately felt very differently. They were playing Gryffindor, which meant Angelina Johnson. Harry had a bit of a crush on the very attractive fourth year girl, and he wasn't going to let his idiot temporary captain engineer any half-cocked plan that got Angelina hurt.
He would just have to catch the Snitch very fast.
The team walked out, and Marcus shook the hand of Oliver Wood, the Gryffindor team captain and Keeper.
The two Beaters were Fred and George Weasley, who were actually pretty funny guys, and nothing like their idiot little brother Ron or their pompous prefect older brother Percy.
The three Chasers were Angelina, along with third year Katie Bell, who was a petite brunette who was shorter than Harry was, and fourth year Alicia Spinnet, who was a curvy auburn haired girl.
Then their Seeker was Dean Thomas, a second year like Harry. Harry didn't know anything about Dean except that he was tall, and often somewhat loud in classes with his close friend Seamus Finnigan.
"Alright, I want a nice, clean game." Madam Hooch instructed Marcus and Oliver, and then the two captains went back to their teams.
At the whistle, they both took off.
The Quaffle was tossed into the sky, where it was grabbed by Katie.
She flew forwards only to be intercepted by a Bludger sent by Bole. While she was dodging, the Quaffle was yanked from her hands and raced down towards Wood, and Slytherin scored.
Alright, Harry reasoned, nothing too out there.
Play after play went by, and it became evident that Gryffindor had superior Chasers. Wood wasn't a half bad Keeper, either. Slowly, the Lions were developing a strong lead.
Harry saw that their Seeker, Thomas, was getting cocky and not paying half as much attention as he should be to the field.
Then, hypocrite that he was, Harry got distracted by Derrick sending a Bludger directly at Angelina. One of the Weasley twins deflected it, but Bole hit back with a hard counter strike, and it rocketed back towards Angelina, who had the Quaffle.
Out of the corner of his eye, Harry saw Thomas dive, and he made a split second decision to rocket after Thomas. His Nimbus 2000 greatly surpassed Thomas' Shooting Star, but Thomas did have the advantage.
Harry cursed himself as he gained on Thomas, trying hard to spot the Snitch.
Was Thomas just screwing with him?
Harry heard a loud crunch and looked up to see that a Bludger hit by Derrick had just smashed into Angelina's broomstick, snapping it in two. Swearing, Harry zoomed upwards and came up alongside the falling broom.
"Jump!" Harry shouted to Angelina, who did. She landed behind Harry on the broom, arms wrapping tightly around his waist and her large, round breasts mashing against his back. Harry dived down to the ground and Angelina got off the broom, smiling at him.
"Thanks, Harry." she said, and then she kissed him on the cheek. It was a quick, light kiss, but Harry grinned despite himself all the same. Despite having had sex with two separate women, he was still just a boy with a crush in this moment, a crush who had just kissed him.
"I think you better hurry. Dean's slow, but he's not that slow." Angelina tipped her head to where Thomas was still chasing the Snitch.
Harry took off like a shot, still grinning a bit. He dimly heard the commentary from Gryffindor fourth year Lee Jordan about Angelina kissing his cheek, but he was getting into gear. He pushed thoughts of Angelina aside and focused on the mission: winning.
That's when Harry saw the glint of gold. He leaned forwards, pushing the Nimbus as fast as it could go.
"C'mon, c'mon." Harry muttered under his breath.
Thomas came up beside him, arm extended. Harry saw, out of the corner of his eye, Angelina fly back up into the game on a spare broom brought to her by Madam Hooch.
Harry let out a breath, then looped in a tight spiral, zooming as fast he could.
He wound up in front of Thomas, not alongside him, and the Seeker had to peel off to avoid a collision.
Harry outstretched his arm, and his fingers brushed the golden Snitch.
"Come on." Harry gritted his teeth, and leaned forwards. He caught the Snitch between his middle finger and his thumb, then quickly closed the rest of his fingers around it.
Harry held the Snitch aloft, amidst wild cheering from the Slytherin half of the stadium.
He'd won.
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Daphne gave Marcus a disgusted look as he came over to congratulate Harry, firewhiskey slopping down his front.
Harry glanced at her.
"You alright?" he asked.
"Not a big fan of Flint." Daphne scowled.
"Yeah, me either." Harry grumbled.
"You did great!" Astoria came up to Harry, beaming. She threw her arms tightly around his neck, and a bemused Harry lifted his arms to squeeze his future sister in law.
Gabrielle came up beside Astoria.
"I will never understand Quidditch," Gabrielle said, "But well done."
Gabrielle hugged him when Astoria moved back, and Harry laughed at her words.
"Quidditch really isn't that hard to understand." Harry told Gabrielle.
"I know the rules. I just do not understand why it is such a big deal." Gabrielle wrinkled her nose adorably.
Harry laughed again.
"Congrats!" Tracey Davis exclaimed, walking up. Harry was quickly treated to a hug by the bustiest Slytherin in their year (a title which Daphne was still sore that she lost).
Oh, Tracey's pillows sure felt nice.
"This is for winning the game." Tracey murmured in Harry's ear, before she started rubbing her tits against Harry's chest. He held Tracey's body tightly in his arms while she rewarded him for the win, and he immensely enjoyed the experience.
Tracey dropped him a sly wink, and then let go of the hug. She and Gabrielle went off together in search of firewhiskey, leaving Harry with the Greengrass sisters.
"Why do you do that?" Daphne asked, and Harry looked at her in confusion.
"What do you mean?" Harry blinked.
"You can't honestly be that dense, Potter." Daphne snapped, and Harry saw that her green eyes were oddly… shimmery.
"I don't… what?" Harry asked, completely confused.
"Ugh. Men!" Daphne complained, then stalked away from Harry, ascending up to the girls' dorms.
Harry stood there, completely shocked.
"What did I do?" Harry asked Astoria. Storey hesitated before answering.
"Daphne's a… complicated girl." Astoria said simply.
"I wish she was a bit simpler then. Why can't she just say what's bothering her?" Harry groaned.
Astoria giggled.
"That's definitely not the kind of girl my sister is." Astoria said.
"What about you, then? If something was bothering you, you'd tell me, right?" Harry wondered. Astoria paused, looking shyly at Harry.
"Yes. I'd trust you with anything." Storey whispered. Harry smiled at the younger girl.
Just then, the entrance burst open, and in walked Professor Snape.
"Another student has been attacked. Headmaster has ordered all of you to remain here for the time being." Snape said.
"Who is it?" Harry asked the question everyone was thinking.
"A Hufflepuff boy. Finch-Fletchley." Snape answered.
Astoria looked terrified, and Harry pulled the dark-haired girl to his chest, holding her there to comfort her.
Harry was realizing an awful truth though, and wasn't paying much attention to the younger girl.
Somebody was trying to frame him.