Match two

The next few weeks passed too quickly for Harry's liking. Time was rushing headlong to the next match. He looked forward to flying and the alluded to reward for a win, but there was a catch.

They had heard Snape would be refereeing. He had never shown and inclination to do so before but now he would be in the air with Harry where Hermione wouldn't be able to light him on fure again.

The others speculated that his intentions were to favor Hufflepuff to keep Gryffindor from beating Slytherin to the quidditch cup but Hermione figured it was to go after Harry.

Harry's stomach was roiling as he intered the lockerroom. The mood was somber as they changed but as they picked up their brooms Angelina caught his eye, licked her lips, and winked.

His cock jumped with his heart and suddenly he was filled with determination.

Fred peeked out the door. "Blimey, looks like the whole school turned out, even Dumbledore."

Harry excitedly looked out seeing the headmaster in the stands. 'Snape would never try anything dangerous with Dumbledore in the stands.' He grinned confidence swelling.

They took to the air, Harry circling higher than the rest scanning the feild. Half listening he heard a couple of penalties before catching a glint far below.

Harry was off like a shot blazing past Snape he raced towards the ground pulling up at the last moment snitch clasp in his grip.

Harry took his time getting cleaned up walking out in a towel as most of the team headed out. He approached his locker and a hand grabbed his shoulder spinning him around back to the cold metal.

"That's two spectacular wins in a row, Potter. One might think you have one hell of a motivation." Angelina stood before him in only a small pair of pink panties, close enough her dark nipples grazed his chest as they breathed.

The words of his reply faded from his mind when he felt her loosen his towel and it drop to his feet. His cock sprang to life slapping her thigh.

"Looks like somebody likes me." She smiled sinking to her knees.

Harry sucked in a breath when she grabbed him by the base and enveloped his tip rolling her tongue around the head.

Slowly she began bobbing her head taking more and more of his shaft. Quickly she was taking his full length making little **** sounds each time his mushroom pushed into her throat.

Harry was in Heaven, the warmth of her mouth and the softness of her lips and tongue working to bring him closer.

He looked down meeting her eyes. The lustful look on her beautiful face with his dick buried in her throat brought him to the precipice.

He tensed up, knowing what that meant she swirled her tongue along his cock drawing it from her mouth just in time for him to erupt, shooting rope after rope across her chest.

She stood smiling, "You listened. Smart man. Guess I need a shower now." Her hips swayed enticingly as she walked to the shower, bending over just outside to remove her panties.

Harry caught his breath and followed her. He kissed the back of her neck drawing a smile before pushing her up against the wall and trailing his lips down her body.

She parted her legs and he moved in on her bare lips, running his tongue along her, pushing inside then sucking on her sensitive nub.

He was clumsy and inexperienced but she was too turned on to care. She gripped his hair legs trembling as he pushed a finger inside her and stroked in time with his tongue. The pressure built up within her and she reached up pinching her own nipple stifling a scream as she peaked.

Harry stood holding her and kissing her neck as she came down. She met his eyes seeing a hunger in his gaze and feeling his hardness pressing against her abdomen.

She smiled, "Not yet, Potter. Have to save that for when we win the quidditch cup." She grabbed a towel and slipped away leaving him more determined than ever to win their final match.