Exhibition is a Right: Chapter 17 Early Release (Patreon)

"Practice and Promises"

Harry sighed contentedly as he felt the sun on his face. He was currently meandering down to the Quidditch pitch, his broom over his shoulder. As promised to Angelina, he had spoken to Hooch and managed to get the pitch booked for a practice session with the Gryffindor team on the Wednesday afternoon.

Based on how full the pitch booking had been, he had been right to suspect that all the house teams would take the opportunity to practice, all hoping that at least some of their number would make it into the tournament team.

 Thankfully, the whole Gryffindor team had a free period, so they could make the most of this slot. Even better, the weather was favourable, a blessing this late into September.

Due to his slow gait, he wasn't surprised that Fred and George were able to pull up alongside him.

“So, Harry my dear chap. Think we've got a chance to get the whole team into the tournament?” one twin asked.

Before he could answer, the other picked up. “After all, we all know we're the best team, right Fred?”

“Definately. No finer team Fred” the other answered. Harry just shook his head, well aware they were both playing up the twin card as usual.

“Now guys…you know I'll have to be impartial. You want in the team? Play the best you can. I'm sure you'll be the best beaters we have anyway.” Harry chuckled. The pair could be right menaces on the pitch after all.

The left twin nodded sagely. “Indeed, we know the almighty captain will have to play fair…” “and it will have nothing to do with how the Chasers look in their tight shorts, right, Fred” the right twin said seriously.

“If either of you try to get onto the team by wearing tight shorts, I warn you it won't work.” Harry said seriously. The trio looked at each other, before laughing heartily.

“Fair point. There goes that idea. Guess we'll just have to win our place the proper way, right Fred?” “It would seem so, Fred! Let's get to it!” The three arrived at the changing rooms then, and the twins led the way inside.

As Harry entered, he was struck by a few noticeable changes. The room was much larger than he remembered, with more lockers lining the walls and a large central area with benches and mats. The reason for this change was clear, as what was once just the male side of the room now appeared to be mixed. Though, there were still separate showers on either side.

This became obvious when Alicia, wearing a black sports bra and shorts that did wonders to show off her assets, closed the nearby locker door and turned towards them. “Hey guys. We're still waiting on Katie, but Angelina is already out on the pitch. She's even more keen than Woods was, I swear.

Harry felt the familiar discomfort of being chosen over Angelina for the captain's role, but Alicia swiftly headed that off when she saw him wince. “None of that Harry. As Angelina said, if it had to be anyone else, it makes sense it's you.”

Harry nodded gratefully, before clapping his hands. “Right, well. We better get to it then. Let's not keep Angie waiting.” Alicia smiled, before pulling on her jersey and turning to walk out the changing rooms.

All three of them paused to watch her go, the extra sway to her hips obviously intentional as she looked over her shoulder and winked as she left.

“You know…that girl's gonna go far, Fred…” one twin muttered, while the other nodded seriously before starting to get changed. Harry chuckled, before turning to his own locker. How he knew it was his, he wasn't sure…must have been his past selfs muscle memory or something.

Just as he got his shirt over his head in order to get his jersey on, the door to the changing room opened and a slightly flustered Katie rushed inside. “Sorry I'm late, I couldn't find my enchanted hair tie anywhere…” Katie paused as she took in Harry's bare chest, her eyes raking his form quickly.

When her eyes met his, she blushed before averting her eyes and heading to her own locker. Harry just chuckled. “No worries, I only just got here. Get changed, and meet us out on the pitch, yeah?” He said, pulling his jersey on.

 As he turned and left, he watched her put on her enchanted scrunchie. Due to her thigh length hair, Katie had apparently been having trouble keeping it from getting in the way as she flew. Now, she was using this hair tie that, as she fed her hair through it, stored her hair in an expanded pouch. 

At least now, she wouldn't have to cut her hair or risk getting slowed down while flying. “A good thing too, her hair is beautiful. It would be such a shame if she felt she had to cut it…” Harry mused as he walked out onto the pitch and towards where the other players were gathered around the ball trunk.

As Oliver Wood had graduated last year, the team was down their keeper. Had this been a normal year, the first task Harry would have had was to hold trials for the open position.

With the tournament, this wasn't necessary. They would be recruiting the team from the entire school, after all. This would mean that their team practice would have to be a little more...creative.

“Right. I had an idea that I wanted to try first. Girls? You're going to try to score like usual. without a goalie..the only defence will be you two” he said, pointing to Fred and George.

The two looked at each other, before grinning back at him. “Why, stopping these three will be a challenge…we’ll have to be creative, won't we Gred?” “Definately Forge…”

The three chasers looked briefly nervous, before Angelina gave them a challenging smirk. “Well, if you think you can stop us boys, give it your best shot”

This rallied the other two, who also started to taunt the twins good naturedly. Harry chuckled and stepped towards the ball chest. “Alright, let's see how you do!” He kicked the chest open, and the bludgers and snitch flew up into the sky. The twins immediately mounted their brooms and gave chase, whooping and swinging their clubs.

Then, Harry picked up the quaffle and chucked it to Angelina. “Good luck” he said with a smile. Angelina rolled her eyes. “The twins are a menace, but if we can't beat them, we won't be ready for the best the other schools can throw at us. Let's go girls!”

They took to the sky, beginning to get into formation and pass the quaffle between themselves. Harry flew above them, watching as he lazily flew circles as he would if he was watching for the snitch.

He was more focused on the team, however. Several times Fred and George successfully stalled or interrupted the girls' formation. Each time, however, they recovered quicker and got closer to reaching the hoops.

Soon, they managed to slip through and the bludgers were too far for the twins to use effectively. As the girls charged towards the goal, Harry dove as if he had seen the snitch, effectively cutting them off and throwing off their aim.

He laughed loudly as the quaffle went wide. Alicia threw some choice words his way that got lost in the wind.

After a couple of hours, the girls had successfully scored several times over. The amount of goals that had been stopped by the twins' efforts was nothing to sneeze at though.

Harry called a halt, having them all land. “Well done, I think that was a great hustle. Feeling ready for the trials this weekend?” The group cheered. “Ready to show the school that the Gryffindor team IS the Hogwarts team?” Another, bigger cheer!

“Great! Then, prove me right! That'll be all for today, let's go get some lunch”. The group all nodded, before moving towards the changing room, laughing and joking with each other.

Harry spent a few moments packing up the equipment and returning it to the storeroom before following.

By the time he joined them, the twins had already finished showering and were getting dressed. From the sound of giggling and running water coming from the showers, the girls were already occupying their showers.

Nodding to the twins as they bustled out the changing rooms talking shop about their latest product, he headed into the male showers and took his time enjoying a warm soak.

As Harry stepped out of the shower, he realized he hadn't brought his change of clothes in with him. “Blast…I'm used to getting dressed in the changing rooms. Are the girls still there?”

Walking carefully into the room, towel wrapped around his waist, he realized that there was indeed still a member of the team there.

While Alicia and Angelina had already left, Katie was still sitting within the changing room. And the sight of her made his member wake up and throb slightly beneath his towel.

She was currently sitting with her back towards him. She too, had a towel around herself, but nothing else. She was humming a tune to herself as she gently brushed her long hair that was draped over her shoulders.

“I have promised to braid her hair…” Harry continued to walk into the room, making his presence known with his footfalls.

Katie looked over her shoulder, smiling at him and clearly unbothered by his presence. “Hey Harry. Great practice. Your first time as captain shows you were a good choice for the badge.”

Harry chuckled, heading to his locker and retrieving his clothes. “Thanks. Glad it went well. Though the tournament will be a bigger challenge.” He turned back to see Katie's eyes roaming his bare chest again.

When he paused with a raised eyebrow, Katie looked up and realised she had been caught staring again. She looked away bashfully, combing her hair again a little nervously. “Sorry…”

Harry chuckled. “It doesn't bother me.” He then put his clothes on the bench, before stepping up to Katie with his hand out. At her confused look, he gestured to her brush. “I owe you a hair braid, yes? This seems like a good time to keep that promise.”

Katie gave him a winning smile, passing him the brush before turning around to give him full access. He sat down on the bench behind her, before gathering a handful of her locks and brushing it gently.

As he did, Katie sighed in satisfaction. “You like your hair being brushed, huh?” Harry said with a chuckle. Katie shrugged her shoulders, an action that caused her towel to loosen a little around her bust, though she didn't bother to readjust it. 

“My hair has always been sensitive, for whatever reason. It's partly why I grew it out so long. I love it being played with, or braided. If it didn't get in the way when flying, I'd let it free in the wind when flying too.”

Katie looked over her shoulder a little. “So…you and Ginny huh?” Harry slowed in his brushing, looking Katie in her eyes. She had a teasing grin on her face, but it wasn't quite reaching her eyes.

He sighed. “Yes, me and Ginny have been intimate.” Katie turned back, and he returned to brushing her hair. The silence felt a little awkward, but before he could check that she was alright, Katie spoke once more.

“Intimate…not, together? Like…boyfriend and girlfriend?” Harry couldn't help but chuckle slightly, and Katie looked back with a little confusion. “Sorry. It's just…I don't really know? We haven't really talked about anything serious. Plus, she…”

Katie turned around on the bench, facing him as he paused. “She lets you be with others intimately, right?” Harry raises an eyebrow at her. “Lavender may not be actively gossiping…but she really struggles not to brag about it. The fact that she did so with Ginny right next to her at the time…”

Harry gave a soft smile. “Yes, she doesn't mind. Actively encourages it, in fact. Not quite sure why, but I can't say I'm complaining…”

Katie seemed to take a steadying breath. “And would you be interested in being with more girls?” Harry placed the brush down, before reaching forwards and holding her hands gently in his.

“Katie…I'm not sure if we should.” When Katie looked up from their hands with large, soulful eyes, he ran his thumb over the back of his hand. “Not that you're not beautiful, and funny, and a joy to be around! You're all of those things, Katie. It's just…I'm not ready for that sort of relationship, and the last thing I want to do is string anyone along”

Katie swallowed, a small tear appearing in the corner of her eye. “I know…I saw as much when I saw you talking with your classmates at lunch. I'm not the only one interested, as I'm sure you know.”

Harry looked slightly abashed. “Am I that obvious?” Katie laughed. “Harry, I'd say at least three others I've seen are interested, and those are just the Gryffindors. Pretty sure Angelina would have asked for a romp already, if she wasn't giving me my chance first.”

Harry opened his mouth, but Katie placed her hand against it before he could. "No, don't apologise again. I know you don't want a relationship. I knew that going into this conversation, honestly. But…I still asked. And I'm still serious. Would you be interested in being with other girls? With…me?”

Harry took a long time to simply look at Katie. She was clearly still a little emotional, but the watery eyes had dried up. In their place was a look of determination, as well as a little lust. She was slowly leaning closer, awaiting his answer with bated breath.

A quick flick of his eyes downwards showed that her towel had all but given up being tied, now held there purely by the fact that it was still pinned under her arms.

“Damn, she is beautiful.” Harry sighed, thinking back to his conversations with Ginny, and Hermione. “They'd kick me for missing this chance…this is such a bad idea.”

Harry used his free hand to tuck Katie's hair, which was falling in front of her face a little, behind her ear. “I would. Are you sure?”

By now, Katie's face was mere inches away from his own. She answered by closing the distance and kissing him on the lips.

Harry closed his eyes and responded, tilting his head slightly and returning the kiss. He brought his hands up to her back, and began to softly stroke the long tresses of hair behind her. Katie moaned appreciatively into the kiss.

After several minutes, they separated, breathing hard from the lack of air. “Wow…” Katie whispered. Harry chuckled. “Yeah…wow indeed”

Katie then reached down, pulling the risk off from around her and throwing it off to the side. Her slim figure and perfectly shaped b-cup breasts were revealed to his hungry gaze. “Your turn~” she sang, before she gripped his towel and did the same.

Harry's member bounced free, rock hard from all the teasing and kissing. Katie eyed it appreciatively, though was clearly surprised by its size. “Damn…you really did have a growth spurt over summer.”

Harry threw her a teasing grin. “Oh? You had checked me out before?” Katie blushed, but returned his grin. “Well…we do share a changing room.”

Harry snorted, before pulling her gently back in for another kiss. This time, Katie shuffles herself closer, putting her legs either side and allowing his length to settle against her core.

This time it was Harry's turn to moan into the kiss as he felt the warm, wet folds against his shaft. “Damn, you're soaked Katie…ready to go further?”

Katie nodded eagerly. “Merlin, yes. I've been ready since I saw you on the Express last week”. Harry held her thighs firmly, before lifting her up and lining his head to her entrance. Katie shuddered in anticipation, beginning to kiss his neck and slowly suck a hickey into it.

As he began to lower her down, his cock spreading her, she tensed and seemed to hold her breath. Harry's confusion was temporary, as he felt his tip reach some resistance. “Katie…are you a…”

Before he could finish his question, Katie fully dropped her weight onto his lap, forcing him past her hymen in one swift thrust. Harry just held her close as she hissed in discomfort, before she grinned up at him. “Not anymore…”

Due to his size and Katie's inexperience, only about two thirds of his length was buried in this first attempt. “Shit…you're built like a horse. So big…” Katie groaned softly.

Harry shook his head fondly, before returning to stroking her hair soothingly while kissing her. Interestingly, he noticed that each time he touched her hair, he felt her insides flutter slightly around his cock.

“Your hair really is sensitive, huh?” he asked as he reached behind her and gently gathered some of it up in his grip. Katie panted slightly, “yeah…I'm not sure why. It feels so good when it's played with.”

After several moments, when it seemed she had recovered, he gently shifted his hips. When Katie nodded to give the indication she was ready for more, he lifted her up slightly and thrusted slowly.

Soon, the pair were setting a steady rhythm. The changing room was filled with panting and the sound of flesh slapping against each other as Katie bounced up and down in Harry's lap. Slowly but surely, more of his impressive size sunk into her.

“Oh God…yes! That feels good…so good!” Katie moaned as he built up momentum. Harry was clearly enjoying himself too, as his laboured breathing was not just from the exertion of thrusting his hips.

“Holy shit…she's tighter than even Ginny…and gets even tighter whenever I play with her hair…” He was making a point to keep touching her long hair as they fucked, an act Katie clearly enjoyed based on the loving look she was giving him.

When Katie performed a particularly low thrust as she repositioned her legs, he accidentally pulled her hair harder. The moment he did, Katie's eyes widened and her mouth dropped open in a low moan. Harry blinked as he felt her folds clench, and a warm puddle form in his lap.

“Did you just cum from having your hair pulled?” Harry asked in slight disbelief. Katie just dropped her head into the crook of his neck, shaking her head in apparent denial.

“I didn't mean to! I was already getting close and it just…I don't know. Did it for me, you know?” Katie was clearly embarrassed, but the gentle movements of her hips suggested she was far from finished. 

Not one to leave a girl unsatisfied if he could help it, Harry went right back to thrusting again. “Don't be ashamed Katie. If that's what it does for you, I'm happy to provide”. Harry then gave the lock of hair in his grip another gentle tug.

The effect was immediate. While Katie didn't cum again, she did give more low moans and Harry felt her muscles tighten around him again.

“Nooo…pulling my hair is too much! You'll make me cum again!” Katie moaned, though her actions proved she wasn't against it at all as she sped up her own movements 

Harry felt himself getting close, so started to mix thrusts with several strokes and tugs of hair. When he felt her start to tense around him once more, he looked into her lust darkened eyes…and pulled back harder on the hair in his grip.

Katie gave out a strangled cry, before she began to shake through another orgasm, her pussy soaking his member that was still buried deep within her.

The additional pressure was enough to bring Harry to a peak of his own. Not wanting to take any risks without knowing if she was on the potion, he pulled out at the last moment and grunted as he unloaded.

The majority of his load got caught between her back and her hair, covering both in a sticky glaze. The pair laid down on the benches, Katie on top of Harry, and let their breathing return to normal.

“Phew. Er…sorry about the mess. I think I got some in your hair…” Katie giggled, picking up a cum glazed tress and bringing it up to her eye to inspect it curiously.

“I'll say. Though, you can come inside next time, I'm on the potion.” Katie sat up and stretched, her back popping satisfyingly.

 “So, you want to do this again then?” Harry asked, trying not to sound too eager. Katie stood up from his lap. “Definitely…after every practice, If I get my way.”

“Well, you had better fly well next weekend, or it'll be a long wait till our next practice together” he teased.

“Nows there's incentive to do well at the trials!” The two laughed, before Katie turned and started to strut towards the showers. “Seems I'm going to need to wash my hair again, since someone made such a mess in it”.

As he watched her sway her hips and disappear into the shower, he looked down at himself and the mess across his groin. “Seems I need another shower too. And if you can't beat them…”. 

He hopped up and padded into the same shower as Katie, making her gasp in surprise as he walked up behind her to “help” her with cleaning up the mess he made. After making some more first, of course.

It was another hour before the pair walked out of the changing room. Fully dressed, and with Katie's hair in her preferred long braid thanks to Harry's help, they meandered up the oath to the castle under the midday sun.

Katie sported a slight limp as they walked, but she waved Harry off when he expressed concern. “I can see why girls walk bow legged after a night of fun. Though you might be bigger than most have to handle.”

When they entered the great hall, lunch was already well under way. With a smile and a wave, Katie went to sit with the rest of the chasers. Harry considered following, but seeing the three begin to giggle while looking his way he felt he would rather avoid getting teased. Katie was already blushing fiercely.

Instead, he chose to sit with Hermione and Fay further down the bench *No Ron again?” Fay shook her head. “He ate right at the start of lunch, then rushed off to “practice” something.”

“He’s really serious about trying out for the duelling team. It's a little scary to see him so focused, to be honest” Hermione commented, still reading a book as she ate.

She then carefully bookmarked her page before looking up at him. “So, how did practice go?” The moment she looked up, her eyes narrowed onto a spot on his neck. “Damn, I thought you wouldn't do that until at least a few practices in.”

Fay looked at Hermione in confusion, while Harry hastily adjusted his collar to hide the hickey Katie had left. “yeah well…had to push them to get them ready for the trials right?” He said, his eyes darting to Fay.

Hermione, realising what she had almost said, coughed into her hand. “Well, I guess. Just try not to kill yourself up there.” Fay rolled her eyes before standing up from the bench. “Honestly Hermione, no one's been that badly injured from Quidditch in millennia. Now, I'm going to see if I can help Ron out. Cya.”

When she had left, Hermione turned back towards him with a smirk. “So…it was Katie, right? She didn't come in with the other two for lunch after all.”

Harry sighed and nodded. There wasn't much point hiding it, after all. “Damn…can't believe I missed that. Oh well, more fool me. I'll be sure not to miss out next time.”

Harry just filled his plate with food, choosing to accept his friend's words as inevitable. “So…the duelling tryouts are in a fortnight's time, right? Think Ron has a good chance?”

Hermione shrugged, reopening her book to her marked page. “He seems confident that he will have something up his sleeve to give him an edge. So…probably.”

Harry chewed his food thoughtfully. “Well…I'm sure he knows what he's doing. We'll be there to cheer him on though, right?”

Hermione's response was to raise her cup and clink it to his own. “We will for sure”.