Flight

Harry stood dumbfounded at the wall slowly reaching down to stow his deflated cock. All his life he'd had no friends due to Dudley's bullying, had never had a chance to have a girlfriend due to Debbie's influence on the girls causing them to pity him at best.

And now here he stood with a friend recovering from the best thirty seconds of his life.

"You okay man?"

A smile slowly formed on Harry's face. He was going to like it here.

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A couple of weeks in and despite not having another 'hero' encounter things were mostly going well.

They had gotten a feel for the layout of the castle and grounds, even with the moving staircases and the headmaster's warning to avoid the third floor corridor.

Aside from potions, why did Snape hate him?, his classes were interesting and fun. He especially enjoyed transfiguration with Professor McGonagall. Her robes covered her neck to ankle but were tight enough to accentuate her curves. He couldn't keep his eyes off of her ass and was pretty sure she had noticed his gaze on her C-cup chest.

During their second week they headed outside for their first broom riding lesson with Professor Hooch and the Slytherins.

Harry would have guessed Prof. Hooch was mid-thirtys were it not for her spikey graying hair. She had striking looks even with her yellow hawkish eyes. In lieu of typical robes she wore a fitted long-sleeved shirt and skin tight pants with knee high boots, he guessed for better aerodynamics.

Harry had to **** himself to focus and keep his eyes to himself as she walked back and forth between the double row of students.

Harry felt his excitement rising when he noticed his was the only broom to immediately jump into his had. He was positively tingling as they mounted their brooms.

Then Neville took off early. He rose uncontrollably, ultimately falling and they heard something snap.

"Everyone stay on the ground while I take him to the nurse."

Harry's excitement turned to a bit of trepidation, seeing how easy it was for things to go wrong.

As soon as Neville was helped inside by Hooch Draco picked something up. "Looks like the oaf dropped his toy."

Harry felt his ire rising at the smug boy, having been bullied all his life he was determined not to let the ki d Neville go through the same. "Give it here Malfoy."

Draco sneered, "Come get it," Mounting his broom he rose with a slight wobble high into the air.

"Harry don't..." Hermione began, but he ws already racing after the bully, flying like he was born with a broom in his hand he quickly closed the distance.

Malfoy's face fell in shock seeing Harry flying so naturally, though he quickly tried to hide it with bravado, "Lets see how well you can catch." He threw the small glass ball as hard as he could back toward the castle wall.

Harry turned on a dime racing after the ball. The wall was coming up fast but he was determined not to let it shatter. Stretching his arm out as far as he could he snatched the small orb coming to a stop a couple feet from disaster.

He returned to the ground finding awed looks on the faces of the Gryffindors and scowls from the Slytherins.

"HARRY POTTER!"

He cringed hearing McGonagall's voice ring out from the nearest door.

"Come with me."

He saw Malfoy smiling as he turned to follow her back into the castle. He tried to hold off his feeling of dread by watching her hips sway hypnotically as she led him through the halls, but he just ended up with dispare and a hardon.

She led him to Professor Quirrel's Defense Against the Dark Arts class and asked for Wood. When the older boy came out she introduced him.

"I believe I've found your new seeker."

'Wait,' he thought to himself, 'what the Hell is a seeker.'