Harry pulled his shirt over his head and looked out of the tower window. He could see the blue Ravenclaw players gathering for a post-practice huddle on the Quidditch pitch, minus the new seeker, who seemed to be still searching for the snitch. If they were that close to finished, it meant he had about fifteen minutes before his own Quidditch practice. Though he knew it was, Harry quickly checked to make sure the dorm room was empty before undoing the belt on his jeans and letting them slide off of his hips. His boxers followed quickly. Harry hadn’t had time for a wank in two days and he was already hardening, being horny and presented with opportunity. He inhaled at the first experimental pull on his cock, and watched the poor seeker circle the pitch. He swirled the bead of pre-come around the head of his cock and idly imagined what it would be like to have his cock in someone’s mouth. Or somewhere else. He thought of Ginny and of how he had once walked in on her giving Dean head. Dean had confessed later that they hadn’t actually had sex yet and please don’t tell Ron about what you saw because he can be kind of protective, and stuff. Harry promised he wouldn’t and later imagined taking Ginny himself, about spreading her legs and thrusting. He imagined making Ginny moan beneath him, wanting it, and about not telling Ron or Dean that he had fucked their girl. As Harry stood in front of the window in Gryffindor tower he pumped his cock and thought about fucking Ginny on Ron’s bed, and that was exciting and he didn’t know why, but it made his hand skitter on his cock. Outside, the Ravenclaw seeker went into a dive and Harry began to feel his balls tighten. The heat he felt in the pit of his stomach seemed to intensify as his hand sped up and he felt that if he weren’t bracing himself against the window frame he might not be standing up. Oh and oh and he was close – but – wait, goddamnit, the Slytherin Quidditch team had just stepped onto the pitch and they weren’t supposed to have this time. Harry could see Malfoy’s hair shining against the green robes and it was all wrong because now Malfoy was in his head and he wasn’t supposed to be there either now. Harry came all over the windowsill with Malfoy in his mind and his own cock in his hand. He swore and quickly cleaned up, and then, grabbing his robes and broom, ran out of the dormitory and down to the pitch.
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Harry pulled his shirt over his head and looked out of the tower window. He could see the blue Ravenclaw players gathering for a post-practice huddle on the Quidditch pitch, minus the new seeker, who seemed to be still searching for the snitch. If they were that close to finished, it meant he had about fifteen minutes before his own Quidditch practice. Though he knew it was, Harry quickly checked to make sure the dorm room was empty before undoing the belt on his jeans and letting them slide off of his hips. His boxers followed quickly. Harry hadn’t had time for a wank in two days and he was already hardening, being horny and presented with opportunity. He inhaled at the first experimental pull on his cock, and watched the poor seeker circle the pitch. He swirled the bead of pre-come around the head of his cock and idly imagined what it would be like to have his cock in someone’s mouth. Or somewhere else. He thought of Ginny and of how he had once walked in on her giving Dean head. Dean had confessed later that they hadn’t actually had sex yet and please don’t tell Ron about what you saw because he can be kind of protective, and stuff. Harry promised he wouldn’t and later imagined taking Ginny himself, about spreading her legs and thrusting. He imagined making Ginny moan beneath him, wanting it, and about not telling Ron or Dean that he had fucked their girl. As Harry stood in front of the window in Gryffindor tower he pumped his cock and thought about fucking Ginny on Ron’s bed, and that was exciting and he didn’t know why, but it made his hand skitter on his cock. Outside, the Ravenclaw seeker went into a dive and Harry began to feel his balls tighten. The heat he felt in the pit of his stomach seemed to intensify as his hand sped up and he felt that if he weren’t bracing himself against the window frame he might not be standing up. Oh and oh and he was close – but – wait, goddamnit, the Slytherin Quidditch team had just stepped onto the pitch and they weren’t supposed to have this time. Harry could see Malfoy’s hair shining against the green robes and it was all wrong because now Malfoy was in his head and he wasn’t supposed to be there either now. Harry came all over the windowsill with Malfoy in his mind and his own cock in his hand. He swore and quickly cleaned up, and then, grabbing his robes and broom, ran out of the dormitory and down to the pitch.