Practice

The next week was a blur as Harry eagerly awaited his first quidditch practice. Their accidental discovery of the three-headed slobbering massive dog could distract from his excitement to be back in the air.

That morning at breakfast he recieved a package that was obviously a broom, opening it to find a Nimbus 2000, the newest and fastest in the market added to his anticipation.

He walked out to their changeroom with the Weasley twins who played as beaters. Stepping in the door he stopped dead in his tracks mouth open in awe.

Angelina Johnson stood wearing only a small pair of panties, sports bra in her hands.

"What's the mattered Harry, never see a topless girl before?" George joked.

Harry actually hadn't. He thought he saw a smile on Angelina's face though he couldn't tear his eyes from her perfect chocolate colored orbs.

"None of you warned him about co-ed changerooms?"

"And miss the look on his face?"

Angelina pulled on her bra breaking his trance. He got changed quickly trying to hid the tent in his boxers. He looked around noticing everyone else acting like it was perfectly normal to have three girls in changing with the guys.

He was certain the girls took their time and bent over alot just to tease him.

It was a relief when they got out on the field allowing him to focus on flying. As the seeker he only had to pay attention to the snitch, but he did his best to keep track of everything going on.

They practiced for two hours before getting changed and heading back to the castle. Images of the girls floated through Harry's head as he walked, he would definitely enjoy this unexpected benefit of being on the team.