Murky water washed over Astoria's face as she sucked in a deep breath. That turned out to be a mistake because she immediately got a mouthful of terrible tasting, freezing-cold water. She coughed and spluttered it out, only to start to flail when she felt something grab her midsection and pull her. She shot out all of her limbs, trying to fight against whatever was grabbing her as the cold from the water started to make her body shiver and tremble.
"Astoria, love, please stop."
Like a Soothing Charm, Harry's voice assured her that everything was okay. Astoria stopped fighting back and relaxed into his embrace as he kept her steady in the water until she was able to gather her bearings.
Cheers sounded off from the shoreline, and Astoria wiped away the water from her eyes to see hundreds of people lining the docks at the edge of the Black Lake. They were all bundled up for the cold weather.
"Warming Charm," Astoria managed to get out through her chattering teeth.
"Oh, right," Harry replied quickly, embarrassed that he hadn't thought of it himself. "Here."
Astoria let out a sigh of relief as warmth filled her body. Though she was still aware of the cold water around her, she wasn't shivering anymore.
"And here's one for you too."
Astoria glanced over at Harry and only just then noticed someone else treading water at his side. It was a young girl, maybe a first year or someone who hadn't even started school yet. She had silvery-blonde hair and dark blue eyes, but Astoria didn't recognize her.
The girl smiled at Harry in thanks and then spoke a handful of words quite quickly. Astoria didn't understand a word the girl said, but she knew enough about languages to know that the girl had been speaking in French.
Harry smiled in return at her. "Come on," he said, leaning forward in the water. "Let's get you two back to the shore so we can finish the task."
Ah, right. A rush of memories flew through Astoria's mind: the Headmaster asking to speak with her after class, telling her about the requirements of the task; Astoria agreeing to be Harry's hostage who he'd have to rescue; the flash of light that took away her consciousness after she drank a potion.
Astoria kicked with her feet and swam forward through the waters gracefully. She'd had plenty of practice growing up at home and on vacation. The young girl swam quite well too, though she noticed Harry was struggling a bit like his legs weren't working perfectly.
When they reached the docks, Harry helped the young girl up first before he helped her. Astoria was grateful for the assistance getting up onto the wooden platform, and she helped hoist Harry up in return. As he emerged from the water, Astoria saw the deep gash going down his right leg. She instinctively reached for her wand to help him, but then she remembered that the Headmaster had asked her to leave it in her room this morning.
A blur of silver shot past Astoria's face as a string of beautiful French words filled her ears. Fleur Delacour, the Champion for Beauxbatons, wrapped her sister up in a tight hug. It was a heartwarming scene of sisterly love, something Astoria deeply longed for.
At least, it was right up until Fleur came over to thank Harry.
Words would have been enough, Astoria thought, or even a hug. But that wasn't what Fleur did.
"You saved 'er," Fleur gushed as she came over with her sister. "Even though she was not your 'ostage."
"Yeah, well, it was the right thing to do," Harry replied.
Then, Fleur leaned in and kissed him. It wasn't an innocent peck on the cheek either; Fleur cupped his face in her hands and planted a long, lingering kiss on his lips.
At first, Astoria couldn't believe what she was seeing; she was so stunned that she didn't even react or try to stop what was happening. From the wide-eyed look on Harry's face, he was just as surprised as she was, but he didn't do anything to stop it either. It was only when Fleur finished, nearly eight seconds later as she pulled back with a satisfied smile, that Harry remembered the situation he was in. He looked over at Astoria with an apology on his lips, but she was already on her feet and walking away.
Harry groaned into his pillow as he flopped down onto his bed, ignoring the stinging pain that came from his right leg. Madam Pomfrey had cleaned up the cut he'd received from a merperson's spear when he cut loose both Astoria and Gabrielle, Fleur's younger sister according to Hermione who informed him after the task was done, from the massive statue of a merperson at the bottom of the Black Lake. The spear had been sharp, so it cut cleanly through his flesh—a much better outcome than if the blade had been dull or jagged, according to Madam Pomfrey—but even magic wasn't able to fix it completely. Madam Pomfrey gave him a special ointment to place on top of the pale scar tissue that now stretched down his leg and ordered him to bed for the night. He'd have to take tomorrow off too with no strenuous activity so that his leg could heal properly.
Harry had argued with her on that point. He needed to go find Astoria and apologize. He hadn't realized what Fleur was doing until she had done it, and then he had been too stunned to speak. He had been exhausted from the hour-long trek through the Black Lake, and he honestly never expected Fleur to kiss him like that. He wished that he had pushed Fleur away, but he didn't, and for that he was terribly sorry.
With his injured leg, he hadn't been able to chase after Astoria when she left the docks—not that it had stopped him from trying. He'd made it only a few steps before his leg gave out from under him and Madam Pomfrey rushed over to his side. It was frustrating not being able to explain himself right away to Astoria, but she had a right to be mad. He'd shouted at Fleur over what she'd done and, surprisingly, Fleur's younger sister had been on his side. Fleur had apologized—none too convincingly, in Harry's opinion—and promised to apologize to Astoria later too.
Flopping over onto his back, Harry let out a long sigh. He rolled the jar of ointment across his belly back and forth as he stared up at the ceiling of his four-poster bed. The red curtains were drawn around his bed, blocking out the light and sounds of his dormmates getting ready for bed themselves.
After half an hour or so, the dormitory fell silent, but Harry continued to lie awake in thought over how he could make this up to Astoria. A million different thoughts ran through his mind, all of them insubstantial.
Realizing that he was getting nowhere with this tonight, Harry climbed out of bed and went to the washroom to clean up and get changed into his pyjamas before returning to bed. He grabbed the jar of ointment off of his bedside table where he'd left in and pushed through the curtains back onto his bed.
"Hi," Astoria's sweet voice called out.
Harry jumped in surprise and cursed as his injured leg accidentally smacked off of his bedside table as he awkwardly fell forward into bed. He rolled forward, landing safely atop his bed, and made sure that his curtains were closed and the privacy wards were activated before he turned to look at Astoria.
She was sat on the foot of his bed, dressed in her usual robes, which were pulled tightly around herself to ward off the evening chill. Her wand was in her hand and a gentle light sprang forth from its tip, acting as the only source of light inside the otherwise pitch-black bed. She had clearly bathed and redone her hair after the events in the Black Lake earlier that day. Her beautiful dark-brown hair was pinned up on her head, and her perfectly manicured eyebrows were raised in amusement above her big, brown eyes that never left his form once.
Merlin, she was beautiful, Harry thought to himself.
Everything that he pictured himself saying to her rushed through his mind all at once in an uncomfortable cacophony that just left his thoughts a jumbled mess. Despite that, he knew that there was only one place he could start at. "I'm sorry," he told Astoria sincerely as he settled himself in a cross-legged position near the head of his bed, leaving a couple feet of space in between them.
Astoria nodded, as though she had expected him to say that. It hurt Harry to see her like this, unsmiling and looking pensive. She often looked like that whenever they were in the library together, but he always seemed able to make her smile or laugh, even when he wasn't trying to make her do either of those things.
"I didn't expect her to kiss me like that," Harry explained, trying his best to offer his perspective on the situation. "She just did it so suddenly, and I was so physically and mentally exhausted from swimming through the lake for an hour that it took me too long to register what she was doing. I know I should have pushed her away or something, and I'm sorry that I didn't. I just want you to know that I didn't kiss her back, and if I could go back and change what I did, I would."
Astoria didn't interrupt him once as he spoke. Nothing on her face gave away what she was thinking either; she just sat there and listened. It was something Harry truly admired about her normally, but it felt horrible to be on the receiving end of it on such a serious manner. He just wanted a hint or a sign of what she was thinking.
As Harry's words lingered in the air, Astoria did the last thing Harry expected of her: she pointed at his jar of ointment.
"Is that for your leg?" She asked, completely changing the topic.
Harry gave her a strange look, but her expression was still completely neutral. "Yeah."
Astoria's hand shot out and snagged the jar from him. She unscrewed the lid, revealing the perfectly clear ointment, which smelled faintly of peppermint and sweet taffy. "Lay back," she directed him.
Still feeling confused, Harry did as she asked and laid back with his head on his pillows. Astoria was gentle as she rolled his pyjamas up his right leg until the thin, pale scar was revealed. Then, she scooped up some of the ointment with three of her fingers and went about gently applying it to his leg.
Astoria worked in silence as she diligently spread a thin layer of the ointment over his injured leg, working solely by the faint light provided by her wand in her free hand. Harry found himself actually relaxing as Astoria worked; normally, he was quite tense in the Hospital Wing when Madam Pomfrey was working on him, but Astoria had such a kind touch that he didn't mind her work in the slightest.
It barely took a minute for Astoria to finish up before she rolled his pyjamas back down. The light of her wand suddenly went out, but that was just so that she could cast a quick Vanishing Charm on her ointment-covered fingers before she lit the tip of her wand again.
"Thank you," Harry said sincerely as Astoria passed the jar of ointment back to him.
"No problem," Astoria murmured. She settled back at the foot of the bed and looked deep into his eyes. "If you lose to Fleur Delacour in the final task, I will kick you in the balls," she told him seriously.
A beat of silence passed before Harry burst out laughing. Astoria was normally so prim and proper—other than when they were having sex—so this was quite the change from her.
"I'm serious," Astoria emphasized. "I will make it hurt."
"I'm sure you will," Harry said in between fits of laughter. "And I'll let you."
"You won't have a choice in the matter," Astoria replied with a subtle shake of her head. "I'll sneak in here again, stun you, and then kick you until you throw up."
"I did say I was sorry, didn't I?" Harry asked with a slight grimace at the mental image Astoria was presenting.
"You did," Astoria nodded. She pushed herself forward and crawled over top of him until their faces were just inches apart. "I forgive you for being a complete dunderhead and not pushing her off of you the second she started to kiss you."
"Lesson learned for next time," Harry assured her.
Astoria raised an eyebrow, and Harry realised he said the wrong thing. "Next time?" She asked sweetly.
"There won't be a next time!" Harry insisted quickly.
"There had better not be," Astoria warned him. "Or I swear to you, Harry Potter, you won't live to regret it."
"Yes, ma'am," Harry replied seriously.
Astoria kissed him then. It was just a quick peck on the lips, but it meant the world to Harry. He hadn't realized just how hard he'd fallen for Astoria until the threat of losing her became a real possibility earlier today. He never wanted a situation like that to ever happen again.
"Good, because you're mine," Astoria declared as kissed him again. "Not some French hussy's."
"You should tell her yourself," Harry chuckled in between kisses.
Astoria kept peppering his lips with brief yet impactful kisses. "I plan on it. But first, I figured that you could do with some reminding."
"I don't," Harry shook his head quickly. "You're the only one for me, Astoria. I won't let anyone else ever get in the way of our relationship."
"Oh?" Astoria raised her eyebrow again. "So you don't want me to show you how you're mine and I'm yours?"
Harry frowned in confusion just long enough for Astoria to give him that look that told him he was being an idiot. Then, it hit him. "Right! No, yes, absolutely, I do want you to show me."
Astoria snorted as a little giggle escaped her lips. "Men," she shook her head as she sat back up. Harry went to follow her up but she placed her hand on his chest and softly pushed him back down. "Relax," she told. "And let me take care of you. You're hurt, and you're not supposed to do any strenuous activity until the day after tomorrow."
"How do you know that?" Harry asked her as he laid back down. "You weren't in the room when Madam Pomfrey told me that."
Astoria shrugged as she undid the clasp of her robes. "I may have done a little snooping around her office while she was at supper."
"Astoria Greengrass," Harry shook his head with a grin. "I'm so proud of you for breaking the rules."
"Well, between that and sneaking up to the boy's dorm tonight, I suppose I'm feeling a little rebellious," Astoria smiled as she let her robes slide off of her shoulders.
Harry's eyes bugged out as he saw Astoria's nude body. She wasn't wearing anything underneath those dark outer robes that she had been holding so closely to herself. She must have been doing that to hide any little gaps that would have shown her skin, Harry realized.
Astoria's fingers started to unbutton his pyjama shirt and she kissed her way down his chest as she went. By the time she reached the waistband of his pyjama bottoms. His rapidly stiffening cock was already visible through the thin material, and Astoria gleefully nuzzled her cheek against it.
"This is mine," she said as she glanced up at him.
Harry could only nod in awe as Astoria tugged his waistband down and released his trapped cock. He was always so surprised by how large his cock seemed when it was right up along Astoria's face like this. She continued to nuzzle his cock against her face and planted several sloppy, slobbery kisses along the base of his shaft. She dropped her mouth a bit lower and took one of his balls into her mouth and sucked hard on it. It stung a little, but the pleasure overrode the uncomfortable sensations.
Harry's cock pulsated with need as Astoria released his ball and started kissing her way up to the top of his shaft. She readjusted her position so that her ass was in the air while her breasts were down against his bedsheets. Her elbows were used to keep his thighs apart, and her face was right in front of the tip of his cock.
Astoria's warm breath washed over his cock, leaving him with the most wonderful sensation of comfort. She wiggled her butt back and forth, and Harry found his gaze drawn two those two beautiful orbs of pale flesh. However, regardless of how erotic and entrancing her little dance was, his cock could not be denied.
"Astoria, please," Harry begged her to start to really touch him. She only had her fingertips on his shaft, and the warm breath that kept misting over his cock was driving him mad with desire.
"Please what?" She asked.
"Please suck my cock," Harry groaned as his cock jumped again. He instinctively thrust his hips up a tiny bit, but Astoria moved her head back just in time to prevent the head of his cock from coming in contact with her soft lips.
"Then tell me what I want to hear," Astoria told him.
"You're the most beautiful witch at Hogwarts," Harry replied quickly.
"And?"
"You're the only one for me."
"And?"
"And I'm yours and only yours."
"Good boy."
Astoria took the head of Harry's cock into her mouth then, and he let out a tremendous sigh of relief. The feeling of her warm, wet mouth surrounding him and her fleshy tongue swirling around the head of his cock was absolutely divine. It was a hard sensation to top, and it helped to melt away all of the accumulated stress that the day had brought him.
Having gained more experience in the time that they'd been together, Astoria was easily able to take more of his cock into her mouth right away. Her pink lips sealed themselves tightly around his shaft as she bobbed her head up and down, taking half of his shaft in her mouth at a single time, coating it with her lovely saliva.
Through it all, Astoria moaned happily. Harry knew that this act wasn't bringing her any real physical pleasure beyond her being happy for making him feel so good, but her sweet sounds titillated him nonetheless. It was a thoroughly satisfying experience, only made better whenever Astoria opened her big brown eyes and looked up at him. She could see how much he was enjoying himself, and that made her all the more enthusiastic to take his cock in her mouth.
Suddenly, Astoria leaned forward so that her face was staring right down at his crotch, and she started pushing her head further down. Harry watched in amazement as Astoria worked her way down near the base of his shaft. Her hot, wet mouth felt incredible around his cock; there were just those last couple inches that she needed to get in.
Finally, Astoria made the final push to take the rest of his cock inside of her mouth. Harry's cock had to arch slightly to slip down into her throat.
"Fuck," Harry groaned, and he couldn't help but grab the back of Astoria's head and hold her in place just for a second longer before she started to work her way back up.
Astoria released his cock from her mouth with a satisfied grin on her lips and trails of saliva leading out from the corner's of her mouth down to her chin. "I've been practicing."
"Not with other men, I hope," Harry replied jokingly.
"Never," Astoria shook her head. "Unlike you, I keep firm limits in place with the opposite sex."
"I said I was sorry," Harry reiterated. "And I truly am."
"I know," Astoria assured him as she changed positions. She pushed herself up on Harry's bed and then crawled above him before turning around so that her back was to him. She rested her hips several inches above his crotch and planted her feet firmly on either side of his hips. "That's why I'm taking care of you tonight."
Astoria's plump arse was facing Harry, and he could just barely see her dripping wet pussy in between her thighs. She reached down and grabbed Harry's cock before angling up towards herself.
"Do you feel how wet I am for you?" She asked, looking over her shoulder at him. To reinforce the point, she smacked the head of Harry's cock off of her pussy several times, making her wetness clearly audible.
"Yes," Harry groaned needfully.
"Only you can make me like this," she told him with a sultry tone. "My body craves you."
Astoria lowered herself then, sitting down on the tip of Harry's cock and pushing it past the tight opening of her pussy. The incredible heat that surrounded Harry was so familiar and yet exciting at the same time. It was rare that he was just laid back like this letting Astoria take complete control; in fact, it was normally the opposite. But watching him sink down on him like this with her perfect ass in front of him was a sight he hoped he'd see more of in the future.
Astoria took her time sinking down on Harry's cock. When she eventually reached the base, Harry felt like his eyes were going to roll to the back of his head in delight. Astoria's pussy felt so tight around him, and it was like she was squeezing her walls in a rhythmic pattern to tease him even further.
"That's good," Astoria moaned as she reached up and cupped one of her breasts. She rocked her hips around against his a few times as she stirred his cock around inside of her, getting used to his thick girth, before she started to lift her ass off of his lap.
Harry watched as Astoria's pussy lips clung to his shaft as she raised herself off of him. It was like her body didn't want him to leave it.
Astoria leaned forward and shifted her position so that she was on her knees and her hands were on Harry's legs. It made her ass stick out even more towards him, and the need for the change in position became apparent when she started bouncing on his cock.
Normally, when she rode him, Astoria started things off slowly before gradually building up to a faster pace. This time, she went straight to one of her fastest paces yet.
Astoria's ass made the most wonderful sound when it smacked off of Harry's lap. She was bouncing her ass up and down in one, smooth motion. She would go all the way up until just the head of his cock and a bit of his shaft was still inside of her tight pussy before she'd slam back down onto him, engulfing him in her delicious warmth.
Harry was in heaven watching Astoria's ass jiggle beautiful as she fucked him. She felt incredible!
"Fuck, yes," Harry groaned as he grabbed her two ass cheeks in his hands. He squeezed them gleefully as he continued to relish in the feeling of Astoria taking complete control.
Astoria rode his pole like a master at work. Harry wanted to thrust up into her so desperately, but there was no need to with the speed she was going at. Her pussy just kept slamming down on his shaft, stroking him with the perfect tightness to leave him groaning on the bed beneath her.
The sweet moans that Astoria made came in time with her descents down his cock. They were perfectly punctuated by her ass slamming against his hips and Harry's cock twitching with desire inside of her.
But no matter how much Harry wished this could last forever, he could feel the need to spill his seed bubbling up inside of him. Normally, he'd adjust his pace to make himself last longer, but Astoria was relentless. She didn't stop her rapid bouncing on his lap even when she undoubtedly felt his cock twitching inside of her. She was making a statement: she was his and he was hers. She'd show him that by making him cum inside of her.
"Astoria," Harry grunted, squeezing her ass again. "I'm really close."
"Good," Astoria replied determinedly between panting breaths. "I want you to cum in me. Then you're going to watch it seep out onto the bedsheets. Then I'm going to fuck you again until we're both satisfied."
Merlin, this woman was too good to him.
Harry didn't last more than a few bounces after that. Astoria's pussy stroked him to completion, and he let out an incredible growl of desire as he finished inside of her pussy. As his cum shot out of his cock, Astoria didn't stop bouncing on his lap for a second. She kept stroking his sensitive cock, much to his simultaneous torment and delight. His cock was twitching like mad as he spewed his hot cum inside of her, and the continued bouncing made him feel like he was going to black out from overstimulation. The sensation only stopped when Harry wrapped his arms around Astoria's waist and held her down against his lap. She struggled a bit but eventually settled down and relaxed in his arms as he finished spilling his seed inside of her.
"I need a minute." Harry let out the breath he had been holding as he sank back down onto the bed. Astoria had been incredible, but it had been a lot to take in all at once. He flopped back onto his pillows and took several deep breaths to calm his breathing.
Astoria seemed as out of breath as he was. She slipped off of his cock and nimbly flipped over so that she could curl up against his side. She threw one leg over his and Harry could feel the combined mixture of his cum and her juices spilling out of her pussy and onto his leg. She started tracing random patterns on his chest as she looked him in the eyes.
"You'd better not kiss another woman without my say so, Harry," she told him. "Otherwise, you'll lose out on countless experiences just like that."
Harry chuckled. "Trust me, you've more than made your point. I don't think anyone could ever be as good as you, either as my girlfriend or in bed."
"Good boy," Astoria kissed him then. It was soft and tender, complete opposite to how the sex had been. "Now, you'd better be ready for round two. I need to work off some of my anger before I deal with Fleur tomorrow."
"Please go easy on her," Harry grimaced. "I'd hate to get kicked out of the tournament because my girlfriend killed one of the other competitors."
"Oh, don't worry," Astoria said as she straddled Harry's lap again and grabbed his semi-hard cock in her hands. "I won't kill her."
Harry shook his head as he watched Astoria storm into the Great Hall. He was waiting by the doors, doing his best to avoid the impending explosion. A few students had taken notice of the determined look in Astoria's eyes and the fierceness of her stomping over to where the Beauxbatons students were sitting. Enough people knew that she was Harry's girlfriend and quickly realized the confrontation that was about to happen.
Fleur was bound to notice eventually too as the murmurs started to grow in the Great Hall, but Astoria called her out before that.
"Delacour!" Astoria shouted as she neared the French girl.
Fleur turned around on the bench with a haughty look on her face. "Yes?"
"You kissed my boyfriend!" Astoria shouted loudly enough for the nearby tables to overhear her.
Fleur smirked as she got to her feet. "Yes, I did." She put her hand on her hip and licked her lips tauntingly. "What of it?"
Astoria came to a stop right in front of Fleur. Their busts were almost touching each other. Fleur was a few inches taller than Astoria, so she had to look up at the French girl's face. "I don't know if all Veelas are sluts like you or if it's just a French thing, but you'll stay away from him if you know what's good for you. Otherwise, I'll throw you back into the lake myself and let the Grindylows deal with you."
Fleur did her best to maintain her confident look, but Harry could see that she was obviously still a little traumatized from the previous day's task in the Black Lake. "You think you can scare me?" Fleur replied, regaining her composure. "You're nothing but a-"
Fleur's words were stopped mid-sentence as Astoria suddenly stood on her tiptoes and kissed her. The entire Great Hall looked just as shocked as Fleur for a moment before the hooting and cheers picked up from several of the men.
Harry's eyes widened when he saw what Astoria had done. He was too far away to get a good look at it, but he swore that he saw Astoria slip her tongue into Fleur's mouth. The kiss lasted only a few seconds before Astoria pulled away from Fleur with a satisfied smirk on her face.
"I guess Harry was telling the truth when he said he didn't like you kissing him. You weren't very good," Astoria commented to Fleur. Then, she turned to Harry and winked. "Guess we're even now!"
Ch 4
As February gave way to March, the daffodils and bluebells started to grow on the hills outside of Hogwarts. It was a truly picturesque sight that made it worth venturing outside in the gentle chill of the highland winds. Harry wished he could be out there right now flying on his broomstick, taking in all of the wonder that the grounds of Hogwarts had to offer, but training came first.
With the Second Task finished, only the final one remained. Harry was just barely ahead of the other contestants in terms of points. The winner of the tournament was the one with the most points at the end, so he didn't want to rest on his laurels. The minor lead he had could easily disappear if he failed to impress in the Third Task, so he needed to train.
It was really thanks to Astoria's help that he managed to develop a clear training regiment. She seemed to know every inch of the library like the back of her hand, and she had tracked down a few books that covered the history of the Triwizard Tournament. While all three challenges centered around the champions using their courage, intelligence, resourcefulness, and magical ability to overcome severe challenges, each task changed from year to year. However, there were some patterns that had developed over the years.
In terms of the final task, it was almost always a race to reach the Triwizard Cup. There had been obstacle courses, mazes, dueling competitions, and even heists set up to test the challengers. Their overall performance was scored, but the one who managed to secure the cup received a nice bonus set of points that could determine the outcome—it was almost like catching the golden snitch in a game of Quidditch.
All of these challenges took place on the ground and required a substantial amount of magical exertion and physical fitness. So, thanks to Astoria's help, Harry had found an old, abandoned classroom and started training every day there. After all, he didn't want to risk training outside and accidentally give the other champions an insight into his preparation.
Panting for breath, Harry turned away from the window he had been looking out of and back towards the miniature course he had set up for himself. All of the desks and chairs in the room had been shrunk and placed up against one of the walls, giving Harry plenty of space to train. He had drawn an oval track on the floor with chalk for him to run laps along, and he had set aside a small space beside it where he could do push-ups, sit-ups, and other body-weight exercises to help prepare himself. He was mostly focused on building up his stamina, so he didn't worry too much about his physical strength. Thankfully, he already had a decent amount of both due to his years of Quidditch training.
Harry started back off at a jog as he ran around his makeshift track. He'd been training here for nearly two hours now, and he was thoroughly exhausted. As he rounded the first bend, his eyes glanced at the pile of charred and dismembered training dummies he had set up. When he first started training, he had repaired the dummies every time he broke one. Now, he took the opportunity to work on his conjuration skills and just created a new one whenever he needed to. Besides, he liked seeing the giant pile of ruined dummies as evidence of his magical practice.
After fifteen laps, Harry slowed his jog into a fast walk, and then into a normal walking pace. He let his heart rate come down naturally and grabbed his goblet of water off a nearby table and took a deep drink from it. As soon as he placed it back down on the table, it vanished and a newly filled one took its place.
"Thank you," Harry called out to the air, hoping that whichever house-elf who had been helping him heard that.
Waving his wand, Harry cast a simple cleaning charm on himself. His body trembled as the charm rolled over him like a gust of wind, but he was thankful when the sweat and stench that had accumulated on him mostly vanished.
"Alright," Harry sighed to himself, stowing his wand tiredly. "Time for a shower before I go find Astoria." He was already running a little late from when they agreed to meet. Hopefully she wouldn't be too upset with him.
Giving the room a final look over to make sure he hadn't left anything behind, Harry started towards the door back out into the corridor. He opened it up and was promptly struck in the chest by a blasting curse.
All of the air was knocked from his lungs as his feet left the floor and he was thrown back into the classroom. Spittle flew out of his mouth as his back struck the smooth stonework of the wall behind him, and Harry collapsed onto the floor.
Draco Malfoy strode into the room with a big sneer on his lips and his wand pointed at Harry's chest. "Pathetic, Potter," he taunted Harry. "And to think that you of all people were named a Champion. Well, look at you now on the floor like—"
Draco cursed as Harry silently threw a stunner his way. Draco's arm snapped upwards with unusual speed as he brought up a shield charm just in time to intercept Harry's spell. The jet of red light exploded into sparks against the translucent shield.
Harry was still gasping for air as he struggled to his feet. His already aching body hurt so much more after the surprising blow, but he'd suffered enough physical pain in his life to know that he could push through it. The real difficulty was in finding his footing as Draco started raining down spells on him.
Jets of red, green, blue, violet, orange, and yellow light seemed to leave Draco's wand like a flurry of blows. They came one after another with barely any time in between them. Harry did his best to block each strike, but he quickly realized that he was out of his depth. Draco had to have prepared this chain of spells in advance; there was no other reasonable explanation for how he managed to cast faster than even Harry could in his practices.
"You're finished!" Draco shouted. "And when Astoria realizes just how pathetic you are, I'll be there to show her what a real man is like."
Harry's anger flared at Draco's words, but he couldn't do anything as long as his shield was active and struggling to keep up with the spells—they were coming in too quickly and he was already exhausted from his training today. He could see cracks starting to form in his shield, and that was when he made the decision to leap aside.
Harry threw his body to the side and canceled his shield simultaneously. Bits of stonework exploded overhead as Draco's spells crashed into the wall behind where Harry had been standing. The little sharp pebbles stung, but it was better than getting hit by any of Draco's spells.
Harry landed hard on his shoulder and then rolled to dodge the immediate follow-up strikes from Draco. He was continuing on with the same spell chain, but Harry was pleased to see that Draco was struggling to maintain his accurate aim with Harry on the move.
Leaping to his feet, Harry snapped his wrist forward and launched a trio of stunning spells at Draco. They were evenly spaced out enough that Draco had no choice but to either throw himself to the floor or bring up his shield, and he chose the latter.
The second Draco's shield sprang up, Harry charged towards him. As he closed the gap, Harry unleashed every weak spell he had in his repertoire—he had to carefully manage what little magical energy he had left. The spells bounced harmlessly against Draco's shield, but by the time Draco was able to recognize the spells and see how weak Harry's spells were, Harry was already upon him.
Dropping his wand to his side, Harry shouted as he lashed out with his fist. Draco wasn't expecting the physical blow, and Harry's punch caught him right on the jaw.
"Fuck!" Draco cried out as he was sent reeling back from the force of the blow.
"You bastard!" Harry angrily yelled as he tackled Draco. Despite the fact that Harry wasn't the strongest or biggest guy around, he was still bigger than Draco was thanks to his training. Between that and the punch, Draco was unable to stay on his feet.
Draco hit the floor hard on his back, and it was satisfying for Harry to hear all of the air leave his lungs after the blow he'd hit Harry with earlier. Harry ended on top of him and lashed out with his fist again, but Draco jerked his head to the side. Harry's fist connected with the stone floor and he gasped as pain flared out through his hand and up his arm.
As he was momentarily distracted by the pain, Harry wasn't prepared for Draco's swift kick to his gut. "I'm going to kick your ass and fuck your girl, Potter!" Draco roared.
Harry tumbled backwards off of Draco and readied his wand again. Draco raised his simultaneously and they both opened their mouths to cast what was likely to be their final spells.
Only, that didn't happen.
A jet of red light came flying in out of nowhere and sent Draco flipping end over end until he crashed into the back wall. His wand slipped from his fingers as he crumpled to the floor in a dazed state.
Harry turned his wand towards where the spells had come from, only to instantly lower it when he saw Astoria in the doorway to the classroom. Her brown locks, which were normally pinned up, framed her face beautifully, contrasting sharply with the look of fury on her face as she stepped into the room.
"What a pathetic insect," Astoria spat. With a twist of her wand, thick ropes appeared around Draco's body and tied his arms and legs together. Then, he was hoisted up into the air and hung from the wall like a painting.
"Astoria!" Harry exclaimed as he got to his feet, surprised to see his girlfriend. "What are you doing here?"
"Looking for you," Astoria answered. She was looking Harry up and down for any sign of injury, but didn't find anything of note. "I was roaming the halls when I found Daphne lingering outside."
At her name being mentioned, Astoria's sister, Daphne, stepped into the room with a mask of pure indifference on her face. She had her blond hair done up in a ponytail. She barely gave Harry a passing glance as she closed the door behind her.
Draco seemed to finally be recovering from the unexpected blow. He stirred, only realizing he was bound when he tried to move his arms and legs. Lucidity filled his eyes as his gaze settled on the two new people in the room. "What the fuck are you doing?" He demanded, but Harry couldn't tell if he was looking at Astoria or Daphne when he spoke. "I—"
"Shut up," Astoria interrupted him and walked over to Harry. She gave a quick wave of her wand and fixed a cut on his cheek that Harry hadn't even realized that he had. "I'm glad that you're safe," she said softly.
Draco gave a snort of derision. "He can't even fight his own battles. I don't know what you see in him when there's better men available."
"Honestly," Astoria sneered, glancing back at Draco for a second. "Do you think I'd ever have sex with you? Not only are you nothing compared to Harry, you're positively repulsive. If it wasn't for your family's name, no one would care about you. The only reason Pansy even hangs around you is because she wants what your family has to offer, not you."
"Tough words from a witch who spreads her legs for Potter," Draco snapped back, tugging at his bonds and flailing helplessly with his legs. "You're just after his fame!"
"I couldn't care less about his fame," Astoria retorted. "I'm intelligent enough to value people based on who they are rather than what they represent. You're a cretin, and Harry is a wonderful man."
Harry felt pride swell in his chest at Astoria's words. He knew how much she cared for him, but it was still nice to hear it out loud.
"Like hell he is!" Draco shouted, still fighting. "Fuck, Daphne, let me out of these ropes!"
Harry and Astoria both looked over to Daphne. She was still standing by the closed door, looking simultaneously uncertain in her place here and uncomfortable at the looks Harry and Astoria were giving her, but she didn't need to deliberate on Draco's words. "No," she replied. "You messed up, and now you can reap the consequences."
"But you—" Draco started to shout, but his words were cut off as Daphne flicked her wand forward and sealed his lips shut. His eyes widened and he strained his jaw to open his mouth, but he couldn't. Still, the angry rumblings coming from his throat were loud enough for everyone to hear.
Astoria faced away from Draco and Daphne and placed a hand on Harry's chest. Her sweet, tender smile brought a smile of his own onto his lips. "I love you," she murmured softly.
"I love you too," Harry replied, leaning down to kiss her.
Their lips met and it was like an explosion of passion went off inside of Harry's body. He couldn't get enough of Astoria's tender lips against his and the way she pushed back against his. The taste of her strawberry lip gloss lingered on his lips as their lips parted.
Astoria's hand trailed down Harry's torso to his crotch. He raised an eyebrow at her, but she gave a barely perceptible shake of her head to tell him it was fine. "There's no other man that can replace you in my life, Harry, regardless of what some may think."
Harry's lips curved upwards at the sound of Draco's heels kicking the wall behind him.
"I want to show you just how much I love you," Astoria continued.
Slowly, Astoria sunk down to her knees in front of Harry. His gaze was on her every move, watching the way her eyes lingered on his and how she licked her lips in anticipation for what was to come. As her knees hit the floor, she nuzzled her cheek against his crotch, and Harry felt his cock stir.
"A real man dedicates himself to become a better man for his partner," Astoria commented. Her voice was loud enough that both Draco and Daphne heard her clearly. The clinking of his belt punctuated her words as her nimble fingers worked. "And his partner dedicates herself to become a better woman for her partner. It's up to both of them to lift each other up."
"It is," Harry agreed. He glanced up and saw Draco staring at them with hate-filled eyes. Daphne was watching carefully too, and Harry was reminded of when he had caught her spying on him and Astoria having sex in the Prefect's Bathroom.
"You've been working so hard lately," Astoria said as she dropped Harry's belt to the floor. She quickly undid the buttons holding his trousers together and hooked her fingers under the waistbands of his trousers and underwear. "A partner should reward their partner for such intense dedication."
Harry wasn't going to argue the point, not with Astoria's lust-filled brown eyes staring up at him like this. He trembled with anticipation as she started to pull his clothes off.
As soon as his trousers and underwear were low enough, Harry's cock sprang forward in front of Astoria's face. His thick cock pulsed with need, and Astoria cooed delightfully at it.
"Look at this majestic thing," she said as her hands came up to cup it. They looked so tiny in comparison to his cock. "This is what a real man should have, something big enough to really please a woman."
Daphne's lips parted slightly at the sight of Harry's cock, but she snapped her mouth back shut the second she noticed Harry's gaze on her.
Astoria rubbed her face against Harry's cock, subtly letting her tongue flick out and just barely touch his shaft before retreating back inside of her mouth. Her face was flush with excitement, and her cheek felt warm against his cock.
"Yeah," Astoria said dreamily as she grinned up at Harry. "A real man knows how to treat a girl with something this wonderful."
She laid a trail of chaste kisses back up his shaft to the head of his cock. The spongy, red flesh twitched as her pouty lips held a kiss against him for longer than before. Then, her lips parted and she engulfed the entire head of his cock.
Astoria let out the most incredible sound of satisfaction around his cock like she had just taken a sweet treat into her mouth and was reveling in the mouth-watering flavour of it. Her tongue swirled around him, covering him with saliva.
It was always a treat to have Astoria's hot, wet mouth around his cock. Harry couldn't help but groan and lovingly touch her hair as she bobbed up and down a little, starting to take some of his shaft into her mouth. She had so much saliva in her mouth that she had to keep slurping to not let it accidentally spill out. She tightened up her lips around his shaft and sucked hard until her cheeks hollowed out.
Draco started to kick up a fuss again, but Astoria paid him no time. Daphne didn't either; her entire focus was on her younger sister pleasuring Harry. Harry looked up at him though, and the rage and anguish on Draco's face was truly satisfying. That bastard had attacked him, tried to humiliate him, and now he was the one being humiliated being stuck up on that wall.
"You're so delicious," Astoria moaned as she licked the head of Harry's cock like a lollipop. "I love having your cock inside of me, but it needs to be properly worshiped first."
Astoria wiggled her skirt-covered bum back and forth happily as she forced Harry's cock into her mouth. She gargled around him as went further down his shaft until the head of his cock hit the back of her throat. She sucked lewdly, making plenty of sloppy sounds as she moved her mouth back and forth a couple inches at a time.
Harry moaned as his hand tightened and he grabbed a fistful of Astoria's hair. She had become truly incredible at sucking his cock, and it was hard not to cum immediately inside of her pretty mouth. His cock was twitching wildly, but he forced himself to hang on.
Astoria came up off of Harry's cock, gasping for air. A thick strand of saliva connected her lips to his shaft, and she licked at it with a giggle. "It doesn't want me to go. How could it when I can make it feel so good?" Astoria beamed up at Harry and opened her mouth wide for him and let her tongue dance around. "No other man could ever satisfy me after you, Harry, not with this magnificent cock of yours."
"I guess I'm just a piece of meat to you," Harry joked.
"Maybe," Astoria replied teasingly, giving his cock a messy kiss. "I do love it when it feels like you're going to tear me in two with this thing, but it takes a perfect man like you to know how to use it properly."
Astoria swallowed Harry's cock again, bobbing her head up and down the majority of his shaft. She took him deeper than before until his cock started to slide down into her throat. She had to close her eyes to focus on her work as spit started to drip out the corners of her mouth.
Harry moaned again and grabbed Astoria's hand with his other hand too. He held either side of her head while his thumbs massaged her scalp as she sucked his cock. He wished she was naked so that he could see her perky tits bounce as she did and her ass sway back and forth, but there was something incredibly erotic too about getting a blowjob in front of Draco. Draco would never have Astoria like Harry had her, and he'd never be half the man that Harry was.
It was only a brief glance up, but Harry saw a look of indomitable lust in Daphne's eyes. She had leaned her back against the wall beside the door and her thighs were pressed together and rubbing up and down ever so subtly. Her skirt was bunched up in her hands, revealing just a little bit of the creamy skin of her thighs. Daphne was biting her lip as she watched Astoria take Harry's cock into her throat, and she was so entranced in the sight that she didn't even seem to notice Harry looking at her.
Harry nearly jumped in surprise when he felt Astoria's hand come up and cup his balls. She gently teased them between her fingers as she continued to deepthroat his cock. She was really giving it her best as she snaked her tongue back and forth along the underside of his cock and applied as much suction as she could.
Harry felt like he was holding on relatively well, but then Astoria started to hum. It was a neat trick she had discovered recently. Whenever his cock was in her throat and she tried to talk or hum or doing anything with her vocal apparatus, it'd send the most pleasurable, tingling vibrations through Harry's cock. It was always an incredibly powerful sensation, and it took all Harry had not to drop to his knees.
Harry let Astoria know just how much he loved what she was doing by groaning loudly. His grip on her head tightened and he unconsciously pulled her head towards his crotch, stilling her in place with his cock down her throat. She stayed there, humming away merrily as she breathed through her nose.
"Fuck," Harry grunted as he felt his toes start to curl up. "Astoria, I'm—"
He didn't get to finish his words as his orgasm came faster than he expected. He cried out in pleasure as he felt his cock jump and fire a burst of cum directly into Astoria's stomach. She was surprised too and started spluttering around his cock. She pulled her head back until just the head of Harry's cock was in her mouth, but he kept cumming. Spurt after spurt of cum shot out and filled Astoria's mouth. With his cock out of her throat, she managed to recover wonderfully and stroked him with her fists until the last drops were in her mouth.
Astoria pulled back and opened her mouth, showing off his thick pool of cum swirling around in her mouth before swallowing it all in a single gulp.
Before Harry could say or do anything, Astoria jumped to her feet happily and grabbed Harry's hand. "Come on," she said, tugging him along.
"To where?" Harry asked as he followed her towards the door while picking back up his trousers from around his knees. Daphne still had her back to the wall and her hands bunched up into fists as she grabbed her skirt. Her red cheeks and heavy breaths were obvious up close, and she didn't back down from either Astoria or Harry's looks.
"To somewhere you can fuck me properly," Astoria answered, shooting a glance towards Draco. He looked thoroughly exhausted and furious at the same time as he glared at them from his position on the wall. "That wanker doesn't deserve to see my gorgeous, naked body."
Harry couldn't disagree with that; Astoria truly was a beauty when she was moaning and squirming on his bed when he fucked her.
Astoria grabbed the door handle and paused as she looked over at Daphne. Her blond sister froze in place at Astoria's stare. "You can come too, if you want," Astoria told her. "You'd just spy on us anyways, I bet."
If Daphne was surprised at being caught out about her voyeuristic activities, she didn't show it. Instead, her gaze flickered between Astoria and Harry several times over as though she wasn't sure if what Astoria had just proposed was a genuine offer or not.
Astoria shrugged after a moment of silence. "Come or not, I don't really care. All I want right now is my boyfriend's cock inside of my aching pussy."
She threw open the door and strode off with Harry hot on her heels. As eager as he was to get going, he couldn't help but listen intently for any footsteps trailing behind them.