April 2026 Exclusive Poll Winner - Pre-Game Ritual - Harry/Ginny/Female Quidditch Team
The roar of the crowd was something that Harry would never tire of. Hearing thousands of people screaming in unison at a brilliant play or a goal being scored always made shivers run down his spine, but nothing topped the hushed silence that came whenever he set off on his broom towards the Golden Snitch. Everyone’s eyes suddenly began searching for it, and the moment that someone pointed it out, the news would spread like a ripple through the stands. And then the screaming returned.
When he was flying high up in the air on a broomstick, he wasn’t Harry Potter, Vanquisher of Voldemort, Boy Who Lived, or any other nonsense like that. He was Harry Potter, the very first male member of the Holyhead Harpies Quidditch team.
The team and the owners had both been incredibly sceptical at the idea of him joining, and there was still a subset of the fanbase that hadn’t truly gotten over the fact that he’d broken nearly 800 years of tradition—that is if you chose to ignore the six other times that men had, either temporarily or only for a couple seasons at most, played for the team. But the vast majority of fans were on his side now, especially since they were at the top of the league.
“Watch it! Bludgers are both behind you,” Gwenog Jones, the team captain, called out to Harry as she swooped in to defend him with her Beater’s bat.
She gripped the bath with both hands and struck so hard that she nearly fell off of her broom, giving her strike against the first Bludger that extra power it needed to send it careening into the two Tutshill Tornados’ Chasers who were bearing down on Demelza Robins as she twisted forward in the air with the Quaffle in hand.
“I’m fine!” Harry shouted back at her as he zoomed away. The other Bludger wouldn’t catch him in time before he ended the game.
Harry’s eyes purposefully didn’t stray near where the Golden Snitch was fluttering high in the air above the Tornados’ goalposts. Even though the crowd was roaring that he’d found the Snitch, it wouldn’t be the first time that a crowd had mistakenly believed that they’d spotted it. To the Tornados’ players, it could easily look like Harry was joining his team’s Chaser’s forward push.
But naturally, Cho Chang, the opposing Seeker, wasn’t going to be fooled by something like that. She had experience playing against Harry and knew how he was when he spotted the Snitch. It was a shame that information wouldn’t do her any good though.
Harry fell into formation close behind Demelza and Katie Bell as they weaved back and forth, dodging Bludgers and the Tornados’ Chasers who were desperate to pluck the Quaffle right out of Demelza’s hands. Following close behind them as they cut through the air helped him pick up a little speed, which was exactly what he needed if he was going to get the Golden Snitch.
“Inverted pyramid!” Katie shouted over the roaring wind and crowd, letting Demelza know exactly which one of their set plays they were about to enact.
“Got it!” Demelza shouted back, and suddenly the two veered off in different directions, angling downward as they continued their push to the goalposts.
The Tornados’ Chasers split off with them, which was exactly what they wanted. None of them were looking overhead.
Suddenly, like a bolt of lightning, Harry’s wife, Ginny Weasley came soaring dozens of feet above everyone else. Her lithe body was pressed tightly against her broomstick to minimise air drag as she raced to catch up with Demelza and Katie, pushing her Firebolt to the limit.
As soon as Katie spotted Ginny coming in over her shoulder, she and Demelza moved in perfect sync as they pulled back sharply on their brooms. Speed sheared off of them as they climbed into the air, forcing the Tornados’ Chasers to do the same. They climbed higher than Ginny and split left and right again, only this time Demelza tossed the Quaffle to Katie. That pulled an extra Chaser over to Katie’s side, but in the momentary gap as they were trying to reposition, Katie hurled the Quaffle downward. It split the air right in between the two Chasers who were after her, and Ginny swooped in to catch the Quaffle perfectly.
The Tornados’ Chasers had to scramble to try to get into position to get Ginny, but they were too far out. The only thing that could get her was…
At the last possible moment, Harry spotted a Bludger coming for Ginny’s back. Gwenog was too far out of position, and Angelina Johnson—surprising everyone with how effective of a Beater she’d become in the league—had been guarding Demelza and Katie’s backs.
Harry had an idea, but it was going to cost him some speed.
Gritting his teeth, Harry veered sharply over to get himself right in the path of the Bludger. Then, he executed a perfect spin on his broom, letting his tightly-packed twigs at the back of his broom smash against the Bludger hard enough to divert its flight path. He lost a few twigs in the process and messed up his perfectly-crafted shape, but it wouldn’t stop him from getting the Snitch.
Ginny didn’t even look back as she continued to race ahead towards the Tornados’ Keeper. The poor lad looked nervous, and he had a good reason to be since Ginny had already scored seventeen times against him this game alone with him only making two saves in the process.
Weaving slightly back and forth, Ginny reared back her arm and faked a shot to the far post. The Keeper weaved towards it, putting them too far out of position to stop Ginny’s actual shot that sent the Quaffle through the centre ring.
Cheers erupted as the Harpies went up 310-130.
Harry would’ve joined in with Ginny, Demelza, and Katie’s celebrations were the Golden Snitch not so close. He soared past them as they swooped back around to celebrate in front of the crowd as they got ready for the Quaffle to return to play. He could sense Cho trailing him, but she was too far back to do anything now.
Pulling into a steep dive, Harry’s eyes locked onto the fluttering Golden Snitch near the base of the Tornados’ goalposts. It was buzzing back and forth, weaving through them like it was playing a game with itself. The only problem was that it kept getting lower and lower to the ground, not that it was going to stop Harry from capturing it.
Gripping the broom tightly with his legs, just as he was seconds away from smashing into the ground and turning into a fine paste, Harry twisted his broomstick so that he was upside down and then pushed the tip of it up towards the sky.
The crowd screamed in delight as Harry’s broomstick curved perfectly, using all of the momentum it had gathered to send him flying at top speed with his hair barely grazing the grass.
He reached out with one hand and snatched the Golden Snitch out of the air, securing the ninth win in a row for the Harpies.
Harry swooped back around and landed near the centre of the pitch only to realise belatedly that he was about to be swarmed.
All of the women on his team touched down and pounced on him. He ended up at the bottom of the pile with everyone screaming with glee above him.
Two more games. That’s all they had to get to secure the title as the British and Irish Quidditch League Champions. Only Ballycastle and Puddlemere were particularly close to them, but the Harpies had a game in hand and only needed to win two games out of seven to be so far ahead in points that neither team could catch up to them.
This was as perfect of a life as Harry could ask for.
After a brief post-match interview, the team headed down the tunnel towards their locker room. It was a large, circular room with an attached, curtained-off, rectangular room that held several open shower stalls. All of their regular clothes were spread out at their respective places, and towels were set upon racks above them.
Harry quickly snatched his and grinned at Ginny as she swiftly made her way over to hers. Even though she looked ready for a shower, she slowly walked over to Harry’s side with a sly grin.
“Why don’t the rest of you shower first,” she addressed the rest of the team. “My husband and I need a moment.”
“Oh, come on,” Katie groaned.
Alicia joined in the sound. “It’s not like we haven’t seen the two of you having a celebratory fuck after a win.”
Ginny rounded on them with a hiss in her tone. “You promised to keep that a secret.”
“Well, it’s getting annoying to keep secret,” Angelina replied bluntly.
Harry felt his cheeks turn pink. Angelina, Alicia, and Katie were three women he spent time with on the Gryffindor Quidditch team. Demelza had been with him too for a few years, but Gwenog was a complete newcomer. She was by far the oldest on the team and the most mature, but she had a completely neutral look on her face as she addressed the team.
“We all know that they fuck,” Gwenog told everyone. “Doesn’t mean that you have to get all randy about it.”
“But when they do it in the showers while we’re changing…” Demelza trailed off.
“Exactly!” Alicia exclaimed loudly. “They try to hide it from us, but we hear it anyway. Honestly, the two of you should just get on with it.”
Harry was still trying to recover from his sex life being so explicitly stated when Ginny burst out with a statement of her own.
“I didn’t expect you all to get so turned on by it. I mean, don’t you all have partners of your own?” As she looked around, it became apparent from the looks on everyone’s faces that they clearly did not. “Well?”
There were a series of flushed faces that erupted across the room, but it was Gwenog who recovered the fastest.
“It’s not like we haven’t walked in on you two before,” she pointed out. “Angelina, Demelza, and Alicia have all told me that they’ve caught the two of you fucking. Once I started paying attention to the two of you, I was surprised that Katie didn’t bring anything up herself.”
Katie clutched her red cheeks as she stepped forward. “I didn’t think it was my place to bring anything like that up.”
“Figures,” Gwenog rolled her eyes. “Look, it’s been nearly four-hundred years since we’ve had a man on our team, and you’re the first husband-and-wife duo that we’ve ever had. I get that things will be different with the two of you together, but if you’re going to fuck in our locker room, then you shouldn’t be surprised if any of us catch you… or watch you, for that matter.”
Before Harry could begin to apologise, Ginny butted in.
“Fine,” she exclaimed to the room. “We don’t care if any of you know about what we get up to or if you watch us. Isn’t that right, Harry?”
It would’ve been easier to answer if every single woman in the room wasn’t looking at him right at that moment.
“Exactly,” Ginny answered for him. “So, the lot of you are free to leave right now if you want. If you don’t, then enjoy the sounds of my husband fucking my brains out in the showers.” She grabbed Harry’s hand and started leading him towards her destination. “Come on, Harry.”
He stuttered in surprise as everyone stared at his retreating back. They all had to shower too before they could change back into their uniforms, and it wasn’t like these stalls had any form of barriers in between them.
Ginny let go of his hand just as she threw open the curtain and crossed through the threshold into the shower room. Instantly, all of her sweaty Quidditch robes vanished off of her body, magically being sent off to a house-elf to clean. But Ginny didn’t stop moving. She strutted all the way down to the centre shower stall, letting her perky ass cheeks bounce with each step she took.
Two years into their marriage and Harry still couldn’t believe how lucky he was to have a minx of a wife like Ginny. She was fiery and powerful and damned sexy all the time. Her body was perfectly conditioned from years of Quidditch practice, giving her frame some nice muscular definition while still maintaining her oh-so feminine curves. Every day after practise, he loved watching her rub her hands all over her delicious body as she soaped-up in the shower, which was exactly what she was doing right now.
Harry nearly groaned aloud as hot, steamy water sprayed over Ginny’s bare body. Her hands were filled with soapy suds that she was liberally spreading across her body. Watching her breasts jiggle as she rubbed them made his cock strain in his robes. It was almost enough to forget the audience they had. Almost.
Even though he was a man, they all shared one locker room, so Harry had obviously seen all of his teammates naked before. He used to try to give them their space and let them shower first, but Gwenog had ordered him to get over himself and just shower with them rather than wasting his time. They’d all gotten used to seeing each other naked… but watching him and Ginny have sex was a different thing entirely.
Though, a part of him got excited at the prospect of being watched.
“Our post-match meal is in half an hour,” Gwenog announced as she got up and walked right past Harry. Her robes vanished off her body just as Ginny’s had, and she looked over her shoulder right at Harry. “If you want to shag your wife before then, you’d better get to it.”
Harry bit his lip in thought. Sod it. He didn’t want to wait until they got back home to do anything. Besides, this was their post-game ritual.
Harry followed Gwenog in, feeling quite a bit of relief as his clothes vanished and his cock finally stood up straight, pointed right at Ginny’s ass. He swept up behind her, wrapped his arms around her waist, and started nibbling on her earlobe.
“You’re so naughty,” he murmured to her. Reaching between her thighs, he felt wetness coating his fingers. “You’re so turned on that our teammates are going to watch me fuck you.”
Ginny groaned and bent her knees slightly, practically begging his fingers to slip inside of her. But instead of doing what she wanted, he teased her by dancing his fingers along her skin.
“Bastard,” Ginny muttered as she wiggled her ass against his cock, making it slip between her taut cheeks.
As Gwenog turned her shower on, some of the other women decided to come in too. Angelina was the first brave one, and Alicia trailed in close behind her. Demelza and Katie were the last to join, and they both looked a bit more nervous than the others as they took the showers on either side of Harry and Ginny. However, Harry still spotted them peering at Harry and Ginny out of the corners of their eyes.
“Quit teasing me like this,” Ginny whined.
Harry chuckled and kissed her neck. “Then get ready for me.”
Ginny bent over so that her hands were planted firmly on the wall, and then Harry pushed his cock past Ginny’s tight entrance and slid smoothly into her heavenly pussy. Her walls clung to his shaft tightly, sucking him in deeper and deeper until his hips were pressed up against her ass cheeks. He gave her one extra little thrust forward to make sure he was as deep inside of her as he could go, and Ginny let out a delicious moan as his balls bounced off of her clit.
“Fuck,” Alicia muttered as she peered around Katie to get a better look at what was going on. “How big are you, Harry?”
“He’s massive,” Ginny replied breathlessly. “And he’s all mine. You can watch all you want, but no one’s going to take his cock except for me, got it?”
Alicia held up her hands in surrender. “Hey, I’ve got no problem with that. But you can’t expect me not to ask questions… or get turned on for that matter.”
Ginny grinned back at Harry. “I suppose it isn’t fair if we’re the only ones having any fun. I don’t have any problem with the rest of you masturbating as my man fucks me. What about you, Harry? Do you want our gorgeous teammates to fuck themselves with their fingers, imagining that it was your cock inside of them instead?”
Katie choked in sheer surprise at Ginny’s words, but, to everyone’s surprise, Demelza was the first to sit down on the floor, lean back, and spread her legs open. Since she was right beside them, she had a perfect angle to stare up from below Ginny’s body to see right where Harry’s cock was entering her pussy. Demelza pressed her fingers to her core teasingly, just waiting for Harry to start moving.
And with that, the floodgates opened up. Alicia came over and sat down next to Demelza, practically mirroring her position. Angelina didn’t even bother sitting and just started playing with her clit openly.
Gwenog surprised Harry the most though. He knew that she was a lesbian, but he hadn’t realised that she’d been fooling around with Katie up until the moment that Gwenog walked over and kissed Katie. As she reached behind to grab the younger woman’s ass, Harry knew that he had to start putting on a show.
So, holding Ginny’s hips tightly, he started to fuck her. She was so hot and slippery inside as he rocked his hips back and forth, filling her up with every inch he had and making her moan under the hot spray of water. The soap dripping off of her body made the floor a little slippery, but Harry remained as steady as a rock as he rammed into Ginny from behind.
“I wish we’d done this sooner,” Alicia moaned as she plunged three of her fingers into her needy pussy.
“Way better idea than Gwenog’s meditation idea to get us to relax,” Angelina agreed. When she saw Gwenog glaring at her, Angelina just laughed. “Sorry, captain.”
Gwenog shook her head in annoyance but quickly returned her focus to Katie. She helped lower her down onto the floor and then laid down in between her thighs. Katie tried to hide her moans at first as Gwenog licked her core, but it was only a matter of time before they began to spill out.
“Faster,” Ginny ordered Harry.
He slammed forward faster just as Ginny threw her ass back to meet him. There was an incredible clapping sound that filled the room with each thrust, which got a cry of approval from the three women watching them.
“Give it to her, Harry!” Angelina whooped.
“This is so fucking hot,” Demelza exclaimed as she pinched her nipple with her free hand. Her other one was too busy teasing her clit to go anywhere else.
“Want an even better view?” Harry grinned.
Before they could answer, Harry grabbed Ginny’s leg and hoisted it up into the air. Ginny nearly slipped and fell as she quickly shifted her balance, but once she settled into her new position where it looked like she was doing the splits vertically, she grinned back at Harry.
“He can fuck me so deep like this,” she bragged.
Demelza and Alicia’s eyes nearly popped out as they drank in the new angle. With Ginny’s leg pointed up to the ceiling, they could see absolutely everything without needing to crane their necks or lean awkwardly. Ginny’s face was filled with pure, lustful ecstasy as Harry pounded into her tight pussy.
“More,” Ginny moaned desperately.
It was hard to give her anymore without accidentally knocking both of them over, but Harry tried. He fucked her as rough and hard as he ever did, entranced by the sights of her bouncing breasts, Katie trying to stifle her moans as Gwenog fingered her pussy and licked her clit, and the orgasmic faces of the trio beside him.
“You feel so good,” Harry groaned. There was no exaggeration in his words; it’d taken a bit of practice before he taught himself not to cum too quickly inside of Ginny, but there wasn’t much time for a prolonged sex session today, so he was letting every bit of pleasure wash over him. Between Ginny’s breathy moans, the way her walls were pulsing around his cock, and the thrill of fucking in front of others for the first time, he knew that he was close to finishing.
Thankfully, he wasn’t the only one caught up in the excitement.
Katie’s muffled moans quickly turned into screams of pleasure as her nails clawed at the tile floor, desperate for anything to grab onto as her body began to shake. “Gwen, Gwen!” She cried her lover’s name again and again as Gwenog kept up her ministrations. Then, suddenly, a gush of liquid shot out of Katie’s pussy, spraying all over Gwenog’s very-satisfied face.
“Merlin,” Angelina exclaimed in awe. “I never knew that Katie was a squirter!”
Thankfully, Katie was still too lost in her haze of pleasure to get embarrassed at what Angelina said.
“I guess it’s time to warn you that I’m one too,” Demelza quickly said as her frantic motions with her hands became more jerky.
“I’m close too,” Ginny whimpered.
Harry knew he had to hold on now. “I’ll pump you full of cum while you—”
Alicia moaned loudly as she came upon hearing Harry’s dirty words. Her fingers stilled inside of her pussy, but she mashed the palm of her hand against her clit until it became too sensitive and she had to pull her hand away. She flung herself over onto her front and squeezed her thighs tight together.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Demelza muttered under her breath. “So close.”
“Me too,” Angelina added, her eyes screwing shut in pleasure. “Together? Count us down, Harry.”
“Ten, nine—”
“No, lower. I can’t last that long!” Angelina cried out.
“Five, four, three, two—”
On two, Angelina screamed and came around her fingers. Demelza was only a moment behind her, and seeing the two of them was enough for Ginny and Harry to come undone.
Ginny’s walls grew impossibly tight around Harry’s cock as she came. Her moans turned into a silent scream as she struggled to keep herself from falling, but Harry knew that there was no way she was getting away from his cock. If she fell, then he’d go with her.
He kept pumping as best he could, but with Ginny’s tightness, it was nearly impossible for him to move inside of her. Then, she sucked in a deep breath and her walls relaxed for a fraction of a second. That was all the time that Harry needed to ram himself as deep as possible inside of her pussy and unleash a torrent of cum straight into her womb. The world grew dark as Harry nearly lost himself utterly to the ecstasy of cumming inside of his wife. Only then did he gently help Ginny to the floor. He curled up beside her, letting the water wash over both of them.
For several moments, none of them moved. All that could be heard were panting breaths and the spray of hot, steamy water. Then, finally, Gwenog stood up.
“Our meal should be ready any minute now,” she reminded everyone, snapping back into captain mode. “Get cleaned up and dressed.”
All Gwenog needed was a quick rinse under the water before she stepped around everyone, heading back to their locker room. Only, she hesitated right at the threshold.
“I suppose we should institute a rule around this so that we don’t get carried away,” Gwenog said, glancing over her shoulder. “One orgasm per player before and after any matches. Understood?”
Ginny laughed loudly. “Whatever you say, captain.”