Harry woke up the next morning to discover Lily still laying with him, both of them still utterly naked. Harry had wound up wrapped tight in Lily's arms while his own arms were around her back.
Nym and Fleur were nowhere to be found, but considering it was a Saturday, Harry wasn't too bothered about anyone's whereabouts. There was a big Quidditch game later today, with Gryffindor going up against Slytherin.
Not necessarily wanting to leave his mother's loving embrace or lose the feeling of her bare, beautiful breasts pressing against his chest, Harry instead let his mind wander down the bond he had with Freya and Isis, not communication, as that seemed one-way, but just trying to feel out their general locations.
Freya was in Vanaheim, and Isis was somewhere strange and warped, which he took to mean she was at her home in the Duat.
Harry pulled his mind back to himself, a bit disoriented, and took a moment to admire his mother. She was so gorgeous that it hurt, frankly. She barely looked a day over 30, despite being, what, 35 now? From the vision Harry had seen after cumming in Freya for the first time back in Vanaheim, she didn't look much older fifteen or so years from now.
Her red hair was a mess, and both her and Harry smelled strongly of sex, but despite those were her only flaws, minuscule things easily fixed with a shower. Lily Potter was radiant. His mother was an exceptional woman, and she was all his. That much was clear from last night. She'd let him ruin her pussy with his blessed cock, and though it would tighten back up in the next few hours thanks to magic, it was still a dedication of how much she was truly his.
And Harry loved her so very, very deeply. Slowly, Harry shook his mother awake, and let her slowly wake up. Her beautiful green eyes fluttered open, and her lips curved into a sleepy, loving smile when she saw him.
"Hi, baby." Lily murmured, and she kissed him soft and slow. Harry relished the kiss, not making any movements to speed it up, just enjoying it, his hands gently trailing along her body.
"We need showers." Lily laughed, and Harry laughed, too, before planting another kiss on his mom's heart-shaped lips. She blushed prettily looking at the expression on his face.
"What's all of this for?" Lily asked curiously, clearly not complaining.
"Fucking you last night, like that… it just reminded me of how much I love you. It had been months since I had any time with you like that, and I missed it so much. I missed you." Harry said gravely, and Lily's face softened, and her lips found Harry's again and again, until he was no longer sure who had started which kiss, just that she was sitting on his hips, his hands laced with hers and their lips locked with each other's, still not fast, though the kisses were a bit more passionate despite them remaining slow.
"Come shower with me." Lily murmured eventually, and rose up off of Harry and taking him by the hand. Harry let his mom guide him to the shower, where neither of them had any need to take off clothes, Harry just removed his glasses, and then the two stepped into the stream of hot water together. One of his arms slipped around her waist and they resumed their kissing while water streamed down their bodies, soaking Lily's hair and splashing down on Harry's head.
The couple kissed for just a little while longer before Harry grabbed the bar of soap.
He rubbed it between his hands until they were soapy, and then he grabbed Lily by the hips and pulled her out of the water, their lips colliding as if they were magnetized. She must feel it, too, the intense level of bonding that had come from last night's sex.
Her every touch set his skin on fire, her lips on his felt like heaven, and when she wasn't touching him, it was hell.
His hands roamed her body possessively, spreading soap everywhere, and she sighed happily when he started massaging soap into her shoulders. She leaned back up against him and his cock wound up pinned between her thick thighs, and Harry sucked in a breath as her soft fingers found his cock and began playing with the front half of it while the base of it was pinned between her thighs. The whole time, Harry was sucking and kissing on Lily's neck, and she was gasping happily as his shaft rubbed against her slit.
Harry's soapy hands found Lily's breasts and started kneading and tugging them, making his mother's breath turn almost instantly ragged, and she practically fell backwards against him, and only Harry's quick reflexes enabled him to shoot an arm down and wrap it around her waist.
She turned to look at him fondly and their lips met warmly.
———
Harry had barely made it into the Great Hall when he was accosted by Angelina Johnson.
"Scared, Potter?" she questioned with a wry grin.
"I was about to ask you the same thing, Johnson." Harry smirked at the busty black girl.
Katie Bell came up to the duo, and Harry took a second to admire the short brunette girl who had round, perky breasts which filled out her shirt quite nicely. She blushed prettily when she saw Harry checking her out.
"It's storming like a bitch out there." Harry commented, and Angelina nodded.
"Good luck finding the Snitch in that." she said, yet her voice wasn't dry or sarcastic.
"Good luck, Angelina." Harry said seriously, and she smiled.
"You can call me Angie. It's what my friends call me. And good luck to you, too, Harry." Angelina touched his arm.
"We should meet up after the game, no matter which team wins." Harry mentioned, "Celebrate the first game of the year."
Angelina threw her arms around Harry.
"Sounds like an excellent idea." she said, and kissed his cheek.
As Angelina and Katie returned to the Gryffindor table, Harry caught a glimpse of a peculiar woman looking at him. She looked to be in her late teens or early twenties, with raven black hair and dark green eyes. She had an ample bosom and wide, fertile hips. She was clad in Muggle attire, strangely, in skintight blue jeans and a white tank top.
Her dark green eyes met Harry's bright emerald ones, and she abruptly seemed to vanish with a glint of gold. What the hell?
Harry was mystified, and he headed over to the Slytherin table in a bit of a daze.
"You OK?" Tracey Davis asked when he sat down, and the honey blond girl laid a warm and quick kiss on his lips.
Harry nodded slowly.
"Yeah, I just… I thought I saw something." Harry shrugged.
The exceptionally busty Slytherin girl drowned worriedly.
"Like a vision?" she asked.
"No, like a person. But she vanished when she saw me looking at her. Like, literally vanished, one second she was there, the next she wasn't." Harry explained. Tracey bit her lip thoughtfully.
"I'm not sure." she admitted.
Pansy Parkinson, sexy little thing with brown hair and green eyes, plopped down on Harry's other side, and her eyes glittered with eagerness.
"I heard Blaise broke up with you." Harry commented off-handedly. Pansy nodded, yet couldn't keep the excitement off her face.
Harry's hand slid down between Pansy's thighs, and she shuddered with pleasure and anticipation, waiting for him to touch her.
"You may not have broken my rules, Pansy, but you did hurt Blaise. I won't fuck you after you conspired to hurt my friend." Harry growled. Pansy shivered at his tone, and she was positively panting with arousal.
"Please." Pansy begged, "I'm not asking to be your wife, I just want your cock inside me."
"No." Harry said firmly. He retracted his hand, and Pansy whimpered rather attractively.
Harry looked back to Tracey, who seemed rather amused at the whole exchange, and his arm slipped around the buxom blond, and she happily cuddled up to his side.
———
It wasn't long before Cassie, who was the Slytherin team captain, turned to address the team.
Harry was Seeker, two idiots called Derrick and Bole were Beaters, and Cassie was a Chaser, along with Flint and Montague, while a seventh year called Bletchley was Keeper.
Harry hoped that next year, when all the seventh years left, some more girls could be added to the team.
Cassie was amazing, though, and she sidled up beside Harry following her inspirational speech.
"You think you can handle this rain?" Cassie asked worriedly, and not like a team captain, more like a girlfriend, which Harry very much enjoyed.
"I'll be fine, Cass." Harry waved her off, and she smiled wryly.
"Alright, Potter, but if you crash, that's on you." Cassie said, and squeezed his shoulder.
Harry hefted the Firebolt he'd gotten over the summer, and the team walked out into the thunder and lightning.
Seeing was damn near impossible, and it took a good deal of focus trying to see any Bludgers coming his way through the heavy sheets of rain falling down upon the team.
At one point, the spectacularly curvy Alicia Spinnet raced past him, scored, then flew back to where he was to give him a celebratory kiss on the cheek, unseen to anyone else thanks to the storm.
Harry felt useless sitting in a storm watching for a glint of gold that would be the Golden Snitch.
The Gryffindor Seeker, Dean Thomas, went rocketing past Harry, and Harry turned to see that Thomas was, in fact, gunning after a reflection of lightning.
Harry chuckled and swung the broom back around to face towards the field, only for him to have to jerk back to narrowly avoid colliding with Katie Bell.
She gave an apologetic wave before flying onwards.
A loud whistle blew for a time out, and everyone flew back towards their tents. Harry's hair was slick with water, and he was drenched from head to toe in icy water, but so was the whole team.
Cassie had pulled up her mane of pale blond hair and tied it up into a bun. She was also drenched from head to toe, which meant her Quidditch gear clung rather flatteringly to her generous assets.
"I can't see for shit." Harry grimaced, taking off his rain-covered glasses.
"I've got you, lo-, uh, Harry." Cassie corrected herself quickly, and cast the Impervious Charm on Harry's glasses. He recognized the charm, yet hadn't learned to cast it yet.
"Thanks." Harry said gratefully, and the team mounted back up again while the Gryffindors finished up. The whistle blew again, and all the Slytherins save Harry and Cassie took off into the storm. She reached over and pulled him in for a sizzling, yet very wet kiss.
"Get the Snitch, love." she pleaded, and took off into the storm. Harry followed.
With his glasses deflecting water, he could see much better than any of the other players could, and used that advantage to scan the field for the Snitch.
The storm and the game carried on, and Harry had no idea what the score was, or who was winning, or even where Dean Thomas was, even with his water deflecting glasses.
A huge bolt of lightning arced across the sky and smashed down just a few feet away, sending sparks across the field down below.
Harry swore profusely and jerked his Firebolt up to look around for the glint of the Snitch in the surrounding area. The damn thing was metal, so maybe, just maybe, it would attract the lightning bolts… so all Harry had to do was hope lightning struck twice.
A guy's voice exclaimed loudly in protest and Harry turned sharply to see Angelina Johnson barreling towards him with the bright red Quaffle tucked under her arm. Her eyes widened too late, and if Harry had been on any broom other than a Firebolt, he likely would have been impaled by the front of Angelina's broom. Angelina scored, of course, then came flying up to him.
"You alright?" she checked, and Harry nodded, patting his chest.
"Narrowly avoided impalement, but I'm alright." Harry said ruefully, and she laughed, touching Harry's thigh.
"I'll make it up to you one day." Angelina promised with a sultry wink.
"Oh, I'll hold you to that." Harry grinned.
Just then, a golden thing fluttered by Angelina's head and Harry's hand reflexively shot out and grabbed it.
Harry and Angelina looked at each other in surprise as Harry looked down at the Golden Snitch in his hand. That was some luck, wasn't it?
A whistle went off, and cheers rose from the Slytherin side of the field, and Harry gave Angelina an apologetic grin, then loop-the-looped around to fly towards the Slytherin team, heavy sheets of rain still falling hard.
By a margin of twenty points, the Slytherins had won.