In the Showers Part 2 (Harry Potter/Katie Bell)

“Bell races behind the defense… She shoots… She scores! That’s right, Magpie faithful! This game is as good as sealed!” screamed the announcer.

Mixed into a huge crowd that was going insane with cheering, Harry joined in. He was using a glamor charm to hide his features and keep from being mobbed. In front of him, on the quidditch pitch, Katie zoomed by on her broom.

She was no longer a seventh year Gryffindor, just like Harry was no longer a student himself. Three years had passed; their relationship went public; their lives had developed a lot. For Harry, that meant becoming the savior of the wizarding world by finally besting Voldemort. For Katie, it included landing a gig in the British and Irish Quidditch League, playing as a chaser for the Montrose Magpies. 

Today was her first start, and she just delivered.

The Magpies had been winning by 150 points exactly over Puddlemere United, a team much worse than them on the field but who, due to geographic proximity, counted as a bitter rival. Despite Montrose’s hefty lead, their seeker took a badly timed bludger hit just as the snitch appeared. Puddlemere’s seeker was clearly the favorite to grab the fluttering golden ball, drawing the game in the process. 

Right when the man’s fingers were closing around the snitch, Katie had cut out a pass between two opposition chasers and launched it through the corner of the hoop on the right. The Puddlemere seeker caught the snitch. Katie’s goal turned the lead into 160 points, more than the snitch could make up for. When she touched down as the ref blew his whistle, her teammates surrounded her, tossing her into the air. She laughed, her hair glistening in the light and the crowd screaming her name.

Still disguised, Harry grinned and hooted with all his might.

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The celebrations went on for a while longer on the field and continued into the locker room. Katie was the most popular girl in the whole stadium. It was a solid thirty minutes before she got away into the showers to scrub herself clean. She was still smiling from the adrenaline that she was experiencing.

Professional quidditch teams operated on a different budget from the Hogwarts teams. They had showers for each individual player, all of them state of the art and private. Katie relaxed in the warm water… Before squealing when someone grabbed her from behind.

“You… How… How did you get in here!” she demanded, laughing at the same time.

Her boyfriend smiled mysteriously. “I have my ways,” he said.

“Did you use your cloak?” Katie asked.

“No. I asked if I could come into the locker room," Harry said. “Your teammates let me in for an autograph each.”

“That’s cheating!” Katie said, laughing.

“If I have to be famous, I might as well use it for the important things. Like surprising my girlfriend in the shower,” Harry said. “Are you upset that I got in?”

His hands moved around Katie while he held her from behind. Wrapping her in a hug, he took the soap out of her hands and started rubbing it on her body. Harry cleaned Katie’s torso before his hands went lower. He scrubbed the inside of her thighs. He cleaned the sweat off her body efficiently, yet because it was him doing it, it felt dirty. Katie moaned. She leaned back, pushing her body into Harry.

The years had hardened her muscles. Professional quidditch was no joke. Katie had chiseled abs now. Although Harry hadn’t thought it was possible, her ass had gotten even better too. When Katie grabbed onto him—one hand on Harry’s thigh, another on the side of his arm—you could see her biceps flexing. Despite being more muscular, she still had the same good looks that were best described as “cute”. It bordered on a baby face that contrasted with her muscular frame.

“Harry… I need to get clean!” Katie said.

“I’m cleaning you,” Harry said. “Can’t you tell?”

It was true that he was doing a respectable job. Harry ran the soap across Katie’s body forcefully, arguably doing it harder than she’d be able to manage herself. Kate pushed her ass back against his legs. When Harry had cleaned her neck, torso, and upper legs, he had to move from behind her. The way he did it was by pulling Katie and turning her around.

He held Katie against the back wall of the shower. Harry kneeled in front of her. He washed her feet and slid the soap up her calves. Katie bit her lip while looking down at him, noticing that he was continually working upward. 

Harry eventually cleaned her crotch. He’d brushed the region before, when he was behind her; this time he was far more thorough. He cleaned her carefully… and pressed the corner of the soap bar into the slit of her entrance.

“Harry!” Katie exclaimed.

She gasped loudly and slapped her hands against the wall of the shower. Harry looked at her innocently, as if he didn’t know what he’d done.

“Did you like that?” he asked.

Before Katie had any opportunity to answer, Harry slid the soap’s corner over her slit again. Katie moaned. Harry moved his head, letting the shower hit her crotch and wash away the excess soap bubbles. 

“This area could do with a deeper clean,” he declared.

Harry leaned forward and matched his mouth to the shape of her pussy. His tongue slid vertically along her slit following the path the soap had. He slid his tongue back down… pushing it further inside at the same time. Katie started to howl: “Oohhhh! Mmmm… Ah!”

As Harry grew more enthusiastic about the cunnilingus that he was doling out, he put his hands on the underside of her thighs. Harry pushed them up, sliding Katie partially up the wall. He started to attack her pussy from below, his tongue foraging through her folds from a rising angle.

“Holy… Yes, baby! Like that baby!” Katie screamed. “Fuck me with your tongue!”

Their bodies weren’t the only things that had developed over the course of the last few years. Their personalities, their comfortability with sexuality, and their sultry skills had all progressed a long way. Consistent, energetic fucking will help with that. This wasn’t the first time Harry had taken it upon himself to help Katie unwind after one of her performances.

As he got worked up, Harry stood all the way up. It was easy for him to push Katie up the slick wall. He stood up, his erection pressing the tip of his dick against the cool surface of the wall while his tongue dove down into Katie. He found her g spot and licked it hard enough to make her body shake.

“You’re so good at this!” Katie said.

She took her hands off of the wall and grabbed onto Harry’s hair. She made two fists, wet black strands sticking through her fingers when she squeezed them together. Her breathing was getting heavy while the stall filled up with steam from their long shower.

“Yes… Yes… Yes!” Katie said.

Harry started moving his neck, compressing his lips against her crotch. It allowed him to get his tongue deeper, which was the thing that set Katie over the edge. 

Harry was forcibly fed a metallic, bitter drink. The taste wasn’t good but, knowing what it represented, Harry actually found it somewhat sweet. It was a badge of honor, at least. As he pulled his head away from Katie’s body and let her slide down the wall, he grinned, wearing her discharge across his face as a badge of honor.

Katie cleaned him up starting with a kiss. Her lips moved around his face after a brief French kiss, licking off what she’d left there. She knew that it turned Harry on like nothing else. The proof was between his legs.

Harry’s large penis was standing at an acute angle. Katie wrapped her fingers around it. As a professional chaser (and a damn good one, at that) she had extraordinarily dexterous hands. She casually jerked Harry off with a quick speed and nimble micromovements.

“I want this inside of me,” Katie said. 

“Luckily, you can get that,” Harry said, smiling at her. 

“But there’s a problem. I forgot my potion,” Katie said.

Harry didn’t have to ask which one. Katie never took birth control potions before games. She said that they made her feel bloated. Now that she’d gotten to the professional league, every advantage mattered. So from now until she got home and took the potion waiting on the table next to their shared bed, her womb would be utterly undefended.

As much as the idea was alluring to Harry… Her career had just gotten started. Nine months on the sidelines might stop her from ever getting another contract.

“We can head home first,” he said, fighting down the feeling of blue balls that was beginning between his legs.

“Or… we can get inventive,” Katie said.

She turned around. Putting her cheek and shoulders against the wall where she’d been pinned, she reached behind herself and grabbed onto her ass, holding each cheek. Using those skilled hands of hers, she pulled them apart in either direction, spreading her slit toward Harry. He stared above the slit where his tongue had been, straight at the smaller hole that was currently being spread open for him.

“How’s your wandless conjuration?” Katie asked.

“Good enough to manage lube,” Harry said.

He ran his thumb along his dick, starting at the base and going to the tip. Thick, smooth oil came into existence at the behest of Harry’s magic. His dick quickly started dripping its new coat; before it could lose too much, Harry grabbed onto Katie’s hips and rammed himself into the hole that was being offered.

“Merlin!” Katie said. “It feels like it’s all the way in my guts!”

Harry clapped into her backside while he was taking her asshole. He caught himself growling. It was so tight that it was awakening something primal inside of him. He and Katie were relatively adventurous in bed, but this was territory they hadn’t often trodden upon.

“Is it good for you?” Katie gasped.

Harry found himself smiling. Even while her ass was being destroyed, his girlfriend was still concerned about how HE was feeling. She was such a sweetheart. She deserved his most honest answer.

“You're so tight that my dick feels like it’s being crushed. In a good way,” Harry said. He winced after his next thrust. No, in a GREAT way.”

“Ah! Ah! Mmmmm—Ah!” Katie squealed. Harry started moaning too, doing so at a lower pitch, while their bodies kept colliding.

What would all those spectators upstairs think if they knew that the chaser they were just cheering for and doing toasts in the honor of was celebrating the win THIS way?
They probably wouldn’t blame her. Especially the women in the crowd, given just who her boyfriend was.

“How did I ever land a catch like you?” Katie groaned out between the noises she was releasing.

“That’s funny,” Harry said, watching the way her incredible ass recoiled each time he brought his body forward. “I was just thinking the exact same thing.”

He pulled Katie upright. The new position, with both of them standing, didn’t allow him to go as fast, but it let him hold her while he thrusted. Harry looped an arm around Katie’s neck and shoulders. His other hand reached past her hip, rapidly rubbing her clit. He moved his hips upward, still giving it to her in the ass with as much power as he could generate. Katie made a garbled noise that heralded more.

“Ha-AAAARRRYYY!” she screamed.

Katie’s pussy fired a stream that had even more pressure than the showerhead that was shooting water against Harry’s back. Her body started to go limp as soon as she squirted; Harry’s arms around her helped him hold her up even when her legs weakened. He gave another few short thrusts, grunting in her ear. Katie moaned long and low, droning like a ghost haunting the shower. Harry grinned.

“Inside, right?” he said.

Katie looked at him from the corner of her eye saying, ‘Don’t you dare do it anywhere else!’

Harry bred her asshole with a thick load that had built up over the last few days, not properly released while Katie was busy preparing for the game today. Now, there was no reason for them to hold back. Harry could let it all out, round after round, until he was finally sated. The mere thought made Katie shiver.

“Let’s go home,” Harry whispered, his words carrying the implicit promise of all the things they’d do when they got there.

Katie kissed him on the lips. It was her favorite way of saying yes to him. 

It was Harry’s favorite too.