Harry forced a smile onto his face as he awkwardly walked away from the group of women he’d approached just outside of the Great Hall. He’d barely locked eyes with Leanne when one of her friends chimed in.
“She’s already taken,” the blond-haired woman had said before he’d even been able to get out a word, grabbing onto Leanne’s arm protectively.
Leanne had just given him a shy smile and a halfhearted shrug. What else was he supposed to do but walk away and hope that they’d all forget about him by tomorrow?
“Honestly mate, I think you’re fucked,” Ron told Harry as he patted him on the back. He’d been watching the whole thing from afar, probably a bit too obviously knowing how Ron was. “You know that you should never approach a bird when she’s with a group of her friends, especially if they’re all girls. You have to talk to them alone if you want any chance.”
“I know, I know,” Harry groaned. “But what else am I supposed to do? All of the girls flock together. Besides, getting them alone won’t improve my odds. Half of the school already hates me for being the second Hogwarts champion.”
“More than half, I’d say,” Hermione chimed in helpfully. “And like I’ve been telling you, don’t listen to Ronald. It’s fine to approach a girl to ask her out even if she is with her friends, but you always go up to them so seriously, like you’re about to propose to her or something. You need to calm down and actually try to be a bit more charming.”
“Easy for you to say,” Ron snorted. “You’re a girl; it’s not like you’re the one who has to go up and ask a guy out. You just had to wait for Krum to come up and then just say yes when he asked you to go to the Yule Ball.”
It was like this every day lately. Any conversation, whether it was about the ball or what type of meat to have with supper, always ended in the two of them fighting like this. Harry tuned out Hermione’s response to Ron and his subsequent response to her. When it became clear that the two of them were going to be locked into their argument for quite a while, Harry just wandered off. He wasn’t in the mood for supper anymore anyhow.
After everything that he’d been through, he’d been hoping for one simple, peaceful year at Hogwarts. Summer had been incredible between visiting the Quidditch World Cup and Sirius insisting on taking Harry out to some muggle pubs to get pissed to celebrate his eighteenth birthday, but his fourth year at Hogwarts seemed to be anything but. Between somehow being put into the Triwizard Tournament and now having to find a date to the Yule Ball, the stress of it all was taking over. He didn’t even have Quidditch to help take his mind off of things anymore.
If there was anything left to calm him, it was the comforting walls of Hogwarts. Some of the other students found the stone walls suffocating, but Harry found them liberating. Having always been relegated to a cupboard or Dudley’s toy room growing up, it felt like he had so much space around him as he roamed freely.
He didn’t really care where his feet took him, and so he ended up in the dungeons. He made sure to stay well away from the Slytherin common room where he knew trouble was likely to find him, and so ended up closer towards the place where Nearly Headless Nick’s Deathday Party.
But just as he neared the corner to the corridor where the doorway was, he heard voices coming from nearby. There wasn’t anywhere easy to hide, so he turned back to retreat, only to hear someone round the corner. He couldn’t help but glance over his shoulder, just in time to see a woman come crashing into him.
If he hadn’t grabbed onto the wall, he would’ve been knocked over. But he did, and with the reactions only available to a Seeker, he snatched the woman’s arm and stopped her from falling face first onto the floor.
“Stupid fucking—” she cut herself off as she looked up at him.
It took Harry a second before he recognised her: Tracey Davis.
She was a Slytherin in his year, a woman a few months older than him who tended to hang out around Daphne and… Blaise? He wasn’t quite sure. Regardless, he knew her from the story that went around Hogwarts over the bombastic way that she quit Ancient Runes. Allegedly, she’d created a destructive rune circle that caused the entire classroom to need to be aired out for a week before it was usable again. Hermione had swiftly corrected that story by explaining that Tracey had simply struggled with the subtle enchantments necessary to empower rune circles. One had gone slightly awry and filled their classroom with verdant smoke; it’d been fine to use the next day.
“Sorry,” Tracey muttered as she regained her footing.
“Are you alright?” Harry asked more out of instinct than any genuine desire to know how she was.
Tracey huffed loudly. “No,” she said, stamping her foot on the floor and puffing out her cheeks. “Some toady thought that it’d be funny to ask me out on behalf of one of his mates. I told him to tell his friend to work up the courage to ask me himself, and he said that he didn’t know why his friend wanted to ask me out in the first place because I’m clearly as pretty as a warty toad.”
“I hope his face is full of warts now,” Harry replied.
“Pimples, actually,” Tracey informed him. “The type that’ll be painful to remove without the right counter-curse, not that he has the brains to know what it is.”
Harry snorted. “Are they the ones that burst quickly?” He remembered seeing Seamus with some like that last year.
“Just the ones,” Tracey beamed. “He’ll be a mess before he goes to bed. He ought to think better than being rude to me again.”
“I don’t know why he’d even do that in the first place,” Harry replied. “You’re obviously far too pretty to be a toad.”
Tracey froze in surprise, and Harry realised that he must have said something wrong.
“I didn’t mean to compare you to a toad,” he quickly amended. “I just meant to say that—”
“I know what you meant to say,” Tracey interrupted him. She cocked her head to the side and planted a hand on her hip. “You think I’m pretty then, yeah?”
Harry paused, fearing that answering yes would somehow be the incorrect answer. There were a lot of women in their year that Seamus and Dean talked about regularly. Susan, Daphne, Megan, and Lavender. Tracey was often in the conversation just below those four, but Harry didn’t understand why.
Tracey was just as beautiful as any of them. Her long brown hair cascaded down past her shoulders and her soft brown eyes were so easy to stare into. Everything from the curve of her hips to her slim waist was simply sublime. Her legs stretched out so long beneath her short skirt, and her chest was more than ample. There were times in class when he saw her robes straining to contain her breasts.
“I…” Harry hesitated a moment before shaking his head. “Yeah, I do think you’re pretty. Gorgeous even,” he blurted out before he could stop himself.
Tracey took a step back and glanced down at herself, almost self consciously. “Well, I think you’re pretty handsome.”
It took Harry an entire four seconds of silence to realise what he was supposed to do next.
“Would you like to go to the Yule Ball with me?” He asked.
Tracey’s smile lit up the corridor. “I’d love to.”
“Great,” Harry exhaled, feeling a wave of relief wash over him.
Now, all he had to do was find a nice set of dress robes.
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It wasn’t until the next morning that he saw Tracey again. She was sat across the hall at the Slytherin table, but even her distant form seemed to fill Harry’s vision entirely. He couldn’t stop looking at her and wondering how he’d managed to snag such a beautiful witch as his date.
Naturally, Hermione noticed quickly.
“Are you staring at Daphne Greengrass?” She asked him with a sly smile. “I hate to say it, but she’s already going to the dance with Blaise Zabini.”
“No,” Harry quickly shook his head, glancing down at his plate full of food.
“Then who have you been staring at?” Hermione asked, insistent on finding an answer. “Don’t tell me it was her sister Astoria—you know how protective Daphne is over her—or was it one of Carrow twins or—”
“Harry wouldn’t ask out one of those slimy Slytherins,” Ron interjected, shaking his head. “He knows better than that. They’re all sneaks and Death-Eater wannabes.”
“That’s a bit judgemental,” Hermione frowned at him. “There are plenty of Slytherins who are perfectly nice.”
“Maybe because they want something from you,” Ron snorted. “Charlie told me just how bad they were back when he was at Hogwarts.”
“That was years ago,” Hermione argued.
“My dad says the same thing,” Ron insisted. “And so do a bunch of his friends at the Ministry. They lie and cheat and steal their way up to the top. There’s never been a good witch or wizard that’s ever come out of Slytherin. You can even ask Hagrid if you don’t believe me.”
“Maybe he’s wrong about that,” Harry suggested quietly.
Ron frowned at him. “Hagrid knows what he’s talking about. He’s been at Hogwarts longer than almost anyone besides Dumbledore and McGonagall.”
“No one’s perfect, Ron,” Hermione told him. “I’m the only Gryffindor in my Ancient Runes and Arithmancy classes, and I’ve never had a problem with any of the Slytherins in them. They don’t even seem bothered that I’m at the top of the class.”
“That’s just what they want you to think,” Ron argued passionately. “They’re going to sabotage you somehow and get to the head of the class themselves.”
“Our professors would see through that.”
“Would they? Or would they go on believing that Slytherins aren’t evil like you somehow believe?”
Harry couldn’t take it anymore. “I’m going to the Yule Ball with a Slytherin,” he declared.
Evidently, his voice was too loud, because a hush ran down the table along either side of him. Countless Gryffindors were staring at him in surprise, disbelief, or simple indifference.
Even Ron was staring at him wide eyed and open mouthed. Harry just shook his head at him.
“You heard me right,” Harry reiterated. “I’m going out with Tracey Davis, and she seems as nice and normal as anyone I’ve ever met. I don’t know why you seem so upset by Slytherins, but I—”
“You really don’t know?” Ron asked, his face full of confusion. “Every Slytherin is evil; it’s a part of their house. If they seem normal to you, that’s just because they’ve tricked you. All they ever want is to get something from you or find one of your secrets that they can use against you. It’s better that you stay away from them.”
Harry huffed in frustration. He understood that sentiment as it applied to Malfoy, Crabbe, Goyle, and maybe a few others, but Tracey wasn’t like that. At least, he didn’t think she was.
He turned to Hermione. “You know Tracey, right?”
“A bit,” Hermione answered.
“Is she evil? Does she try to take advantage of others?”
Hermione shook her head almost immediately. “She’s a smart girl, not as smart as me or Daphne or Padma, but smart enough. Her magic is a bit all over the place, but I think that’s because she’s a bit too eager to cast spells or try magic before she understands the theory completely. She’s best friends with Daphne, but I’ve never seen any hints of her trying to copy or cheat off of Daphne’s work. She tries really hard in class and does pretty well, but if she was really cutthroat, she could be doing a lot better.”
“You see,” Harry gestured towards Ron. “She can’t be that bad.”
But rather than come to an understanding, Ron shook his head fervently. “She’s a Slytherin, Harry,” he said as though that was all that mattered. Harry felt his heart sink a bit in his chest. It’d been barely more than a month since he and Ron had reconciled after Ron had gotten jealous over the fact that Harry was in the Triwizard Tournament, and it felt like the cycle was happening all over again. “They’re just stuck-up bitches and—”
Harry slammed his hands down hard on the table and stood up. Dozens looked at him, but he didn’t care.
“I’m sick of how bigoted you are,” Harry told Ron acidly before he stormed off.
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Harry tapped his foot anxiously as he waited for Tracey to arrive. He stood outside the Great Hall with all of the other champions, but all of their dates had arrived long before now. Even Hermione was dressed in her beautiful blue robes with her elegant hair and dazzling smile next to Victor Krum. She kept shooting him looks of support, but it did little to settle his stomach.
In the distance, another group of students arrived, coming down the staircase across the corridor. It barely took Harry a second to recognise them all as Slytherins.
Draco led the group in his high-collared robes. He had Pansy Parkinson on his arm, and Crabbe and Goyle were both following behind them without dates.
As they neared the doorway into the Great Hall, Draco came to a stop.
“All alone, Potter?” He asked smugly, pulling Pansy closer to him. She grinned at him like he was nothing more than an insect waiting to be crushed.
“My date will be along soon,” he told him.
“Really?” Draco cocked an eyebrow. “Because from what I’ve heard, you’ve been turned down by every witch at Hogwarts! Even the younger girls don’t want to go out with a pathetic wizard like you.”
His attempt at getting a rise out of Harry didn’t quite work the way he planned given the fact that Harry believed that Tracey was on her way to join him. And it was that lack of a reaction that upset Draco so much.
Stomping his foot, Draco rounded on Harry. “It would be just like you to go in all alone, wouldn’t it? Mommy and daddy died on you years ago. You’ve been all alone since then, so I guess you’re used to it.”
Harry would’ve drawn his wand to curse him had it not been for the sight coming down the staircase.
Dressed in all caramel-coloured robes, Tracey made her way down towards Harry. From the second that she appeared, neither of them could keep their eyes off of each other. Her robes clung to her figure perfectly, and the sapphire-blue earrings truly popped against her smooth brown hair.
Harry’s gaze drew Draco’s, and the man looked furious as Tracey descended down. Daphne and Blaise came down a few seconds after her, showing their support.
“Tracey?” Draco asked loudly. “What do you think you’re doing?”
“Going to the ball with my date,” Tracey answered, rolling her eyes as she walked over to Harry. She quickly latched onto his left arm and pressed her hip against his as she stared down Draco. “Do you have a problem with that?”
“Obviously!” Draco shouted. “How could you dare go out with a half-blooded Gryffindor fool like Potter? Don’t you have any dignity?”
“She has more dignity than your entire family line does, Malfoy,” Harry snapped. “You always show up looking like an inbred fool, and tonight is no different. Now, why don’t you do us all a favour and fuck off into the Great Hall where you can fade into the background like the irrelevant son of a bitch you are.”
“I couldn’t have said it better myself,” Tracey smirked at Draco.
Draco looked utterly aghast for a second before he tore away from Pansy and drew his wand. “You half-blooded—”
“Mr Malfoy!”
Professor McGonagall’s voice cut sharply through the noise coming from the Great Hall. She came out in a set of beautiful scarlet robes and a furious expression on her face. She was glaring at Draco, who was almost completely frozen.
“Stow your wand and look at me!” McGonagall demanded.
The physical action of doing so looked like it pained Draco, but he did so nonetheless.
“Behaviour such as this is utterly unacceptable,” McGonagall told him sternly. “We have guests from other institutions here, and I will not have you ruin our reputation by attempting an illegal duel in our corridors. Return to your common room at once. Your night is over.”
“That’s not fair!” Pansy wailed.
“Had Mr Malfoy not drawn his wand, then no action would’ve been taken on my part,” McGonagall informed her. “Now, if you wish to attend the ball, then I insist that you enter at once. Otherwise, you may return to your house common room just as Mr Malfoy will in a moment once Mr Filch arrives to escort you.”
Draco glared daggers at Harry as he was pulled away by Filch. Pansy was torn between going or staying, but then Draco shot her an angry look too and she ended up following him.
“What a prat,” Tracey muttered.
McGonagall turned on all of them. “Champions, are you ready for the first dance?”
Harry saw Tracey’s confident face out of the corner of his eye and nodded. He would’ve been far more worried about this moment had he not spent every minute possible practising with Hermione the moment he knew he had a date.
“Then please enter,” McGonagall told them. “The dance will begin once the music starts.”
The world around him seemed to freeze as he led Tracey into the middle of the Great Hall. He saw so many faces he recognised around them, even Ron’s, but he was determined to not let anyone ruin his special night.
As all of the champions took their places, a soft song led by a violin began to play. Harry remembered his steps and guided Tracey along their dance as they moved around the centre of the hall.
His every step wasn’t perfect, but neither was Tracey’s. Regardless, they both seemed to have quite a bit of fun as Harry twirled her around and lifted her up off of her feet before pulling her in close enough to feel the shape of her body against his.
By the time the song came to a close, Harry was lamenting the fact that it hadn’t lasted longer. Unfortunately, they were led to their seats to have a quick supper before they could begin to dance again.
Although Percy was sat next to him, Harry barely paid the man any mind and instead spent the entire meal talking with Tracey. They’d spoken several times in the library since he’d asked her out to the Yule Ball, but tonight, it felt like any hesitation or barriers between them had dropped as they spoke about anything and everything liberally without fear of saying the wrong thing.
It was shocking as to how quickly Harry felt his bond with Tracey grow, and by the time they ended up back on the dance floor, he felt drunk in his enthralment with her.
They danced for nearly two hours, only taking breaks whenever they needed refreshments or to quickly visit with friends. Harry made sure to check in with Hermione regularly while pointedly ignoring Ron, who was sat on the outskirts of the ball after being abandoned by his date when he wouldn’t dance with her. Tracey kept visiting Daphne and Blaise, and eventually he made their acquaintance when Tracey invited him over to them. They seemed nice enough, but they were clearly too infatuated with each other to pay Harry and Tracey much mind.
By the time the dance was just barely beginning to wind down, Tracey told Harry that she needed another break. But rather than go towards one of the drinks tables, she led him out the door of the Great Hall and then outside.
The bitterly cold air was broken up by warming charms placed around lanterns that hung in the air. They were spread all about the courtyard in front of the castle amongst the hedgerows that offered plenty of privacy.
Tracey led him along to one of the furthest spots, far past where any other students were at. Snowflakes fluttered down from above, melting into nothingness as they reached the barrier overhead.
She pulled him down onto one of the marble benches and drew her wand. Silently, she cast a spell, and the bench suddenly became much softer beneath him.
“Tonight was magnificent,” Tracey told him as she stowed her wand. “And I’ve been thinking of ways to repay you for making a night I was dreading into something truly special.”
“My night wouldn’t have been half as good without you around,” Harry told her honestly. “You don’t need to thank me.”
“Really?” Tracey batted her eyelashes at him as she slid off of the bench and ended up on her knees in front of him. “Even if I do this?”
Harry gasped as Tracey nuzzled his cock through his trousers. He was still quite soft, but she looked like she loved nothing more than rubbing her cheek against him to try to stir him to life.
She giggled as she stared up at him lustfully. “Still think you don’t need any thanking?”
Before he could answer, she kissed the outline of his growing cock and smirked.
“I think I could do with a bit,” Harry replied as his mouth went dry.
“Just a bit?” She asked innocently. “I was thinking of doing a whole lot of thanking, but if you only want a taste of it—”
“No!” Harry interrupted her.
Tracey laughed again, and this time, he laughed along with her.
“You’re too easy to tease,” she said as she started unzipping his trousers. “I wouldn’t leave you wanting, especially not until I got my fill.”
His cock sprang free from its confines, and Tracey’s eyes widened as she witnessed just how large he was growing. Both of her hands came up to cradle his shaft, gently stroking it as it finally reached its full size. She stared at it from below, laying his thick member across her face and seeing how the shaft ran from her chin to past her hairline.
“All of the girls joked that you must be packing,” Tracey told him, licking her lips, “but there’s no way I’m going to let any of them know that they were right. This thing needs to be mine and only mine.”
Harry wasn’t willing to disagree with her, especially when she popped the tip of his cock into her mouth. She sucked on him sweetly as she started bobbing her head up and down, steadily coating his shaft with a layer of saliva.
This wasn’t the first blowjob he’d ever gotten—he really needed to thank Sirius again for playing wingman for him earlier this summer—but it was by far the best. Any woman he’d been with struggled to handle his size, but Tracey was taking it all in stride. She worked steadily to take him deeper into her mouth, trying a couple different angles to see what worked best. Her cheeks were flushed red from effort, but that only made her look even more beautiful.
Harry groaned loudly as Tracey got halfway down his cock. Her tongue slithered along the underside of his shaft, probing for any sensitive spots she could tease, and she kept sucking with everything she had.
Suddenly, his hips jerked forward, and his cock hit the back of Tracey’s throat.
It was an accident more than anything. Her pouty lips and warm, wet mouth just felt so good around his cock that he lost control for a second. But rather than cry out in surprise or pull away from him, Tracey actually pushed herself even further down his shaft. His cock slipped into her tight throat, and it kept going down it until Tracey’s lips were sealed around the base of his shaft.
“Fuck, Tracey,” Harry gritted his teeth, grabbing fistfuls of her hair as he held her in place for just a second. This incredible feeling was just so damned overwhelming that he couldn’t control himself, but once again, Tracey didn’t seem to mind. In fact, her eyes gleamed with amusement, even when they began to well up with tears from taking him so deep.
She gargled around his cock in reply, and he nearly came right then and there. Instead, he forced himself to hold back as Tracey slowly pulled back and came up for air.
“That was incredible,” Harry said, truly amazed. He took the time to recompose himself as Tracey did the same.
“Warn a girl next time first,” Tracey joked as she stroked his slobbery cock with both of her hands.
“So, there’ll be a next time?” Harry grinned.
“Only if you can show that you know how to use that thing,” Tracey replied as she got to her feet.
Harry got the idea and gave Tracey plenty of space to bend over the marble bench. As she braced her hands against it, Harry found the hem of her dress robes and hiked up her skirt until her pale, plump ass came into view. And between her two glorious cheeks were a pair of sapphire-blue panties with a noticeable damp patch right over her pussy.
“They match your earrings,” Harry commented as he ran his fingers along the waistband. “Were you planning this all along?”
“Maybe,” Tracey replied coyly. “It’s not every day that Harry Potter asks you out to the Yule Ball. I wanted it to be a really special night for the both of us if you proved to be a good date.”
Harry pulled her panties to the side and watched as strings of her juices stretched from her labia to her panties. Her puffy pussy was swollen and begging to be fucked. His cock pulsed in excitement, and so Harry quickly lined himself up behind her.
“You’re so fucking wet,” Harry breathed as he ran the tip of his cock up and down her slit, mixing her juices with her saliva.
“Don’t just tease me,” Tracey whined. “If you fuck me right, I’ll even let you cum inside of—ME!”
Tracey squealed as Harry slammed inside of her. In one strong thrust, his cock became engulfed by her swelteringly-hot pussy. Her walls stretched wide around his girth and then clamped down hard around him, drawing groans from both of them.
Harry’s eyes nearly rolled to the back of his head as he gripped Tracey’s hips. Her pussy felt so much better than any he’d had before. Maybe it had to do something with the chemistry he felt with her or the fact that they were fucking outside where anyone could stumble upon them at any moment, but Harry didn’t care. All that mattered was the carnal pleasure that was numbing his mind to anything but the all-encompassing desire to fuck Tracey’s brains out.
When Tracey started pushing her ass back against his hips, Harry knew that it was time to get to work.
Keeping her steady, Harry started with slow, deep thrusts into Tracey’s pussy. It was the same thing he’d done with previous women, but he should’ve known by now that Tracey wasn’t like any of them. She could handle the rough sex that Harry longed to have, and she practically said as much.
“Quit acting like you’ll break me,” she barked at him over her shoulder. “We already had our foreplay all those hours that we danced together. I want you to fuck me for real.”
Who was he to deny her?
Harry quickly built up to a rapid pace, fucking Tracey just the way they both wanted. Her walls felt so good as they lovingly squeezed his cock, and he was obviously hitting all the right spots inside of her because she started moaning like crazy.
In the middle of this, Harry heard voices carrying over from nearby.
“Damn, they must really be going at it,” a woman giggled.
Harry looked around while he kept fucking Tracey, but he couldn’t see anyone. The voice had to be coming from behind one of the hedgerows.
“Hey, they won’t rat us out if we don’t rat them out,” a man added. “Let’s go find somewhere a bit more private though.”
“You hear that?” Harry grinned down at Tracey. “She sounded jealous.”
“She has every fucking right to be,” Tracey said breathlessly as Harry’s cock pounded deep into her pussy relentlessly. Her ass cheeks were bouncing like mad as his hips kept slamming off of them. “No one should have a cock that feels this bloody good.”
A rush of pride ran through Harry as he somehow managed to ram into Tracey even harder than before. She gasped loudly and nearly fell over were it not for Harry’s tight grip on her hips. Her pussy fluttered like mad around his cock, trying to milk his cum out of him. It was the first sign he got that she was close to cumming.
“I’m getting close too,” he warned her.
“Don’t you dare pull out,” Tracey said as she whipped her head back to stare at him over her shoulder. “I need to feel this monster throbbing inside of me when you cum.”
Harry groaned and spanked her ass as he kept pounding away inside of her. He wanted to cum inside of her pussy just as much as she did, but he also wanted to feel her cumming around his cock. There was nothing quite so satisfying as two people cumming at the same time together.
His cock and her pussy seemed to pulse in time with one another as they grew closer to the edge. And then, suddenly, Tracey was crying out in pure ecstasy.
Tracey’s pussy trembled and spasmed around Harry’s cock as a gush of liquid sprayed out onto his crotch. Her entire body convulsed as Harry rammed his cock as deep as it could go and finally unleashed the orgasm that’d been building up in him. A thick torrent of cum sprayed out inside of her pussy, filling her up with his seed. They were both completely lost in the magical sensation of cumming together that everything else seemed to fade from view.
It was only in the afterglow of it all that everything washed over Harry clearly: He’d just had the best date of his life, and he couldn’t wait for the next one.