The Benefits of Saving Veela- Chapter 47

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Casting-

Ginny- Megan DeLuca

Three Students Expelled from Hogwarts! Including Seventh-year Tournament Champion!

Slytherins, Gregory Goyle and Vincent Crabbe, along with Ravenclaw, Roger Davies, were expelled, with the help of an Auror escort, from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry on the decision of Headmaster Albus Dumbledore. For more on the story, turn to page 11 

Harry didn’t feel the need to turn to page eleven, he’d been there to see Dumbledore’s fury firsthand once they relayed the events of the previous day. Of course, there were rumors of what happened on the third floor, Hogwarts was notorious for that sort of thing after all, but now everyone knew the truth of it.

The murmurs were already starting as more and more people around the Great Hall read the details. It meant, not for the first time, that Harry, along with two of his ladies, was the subject of everyone’s conversation.

Sitting on either side of him, Anya and Orina didn’t seem the least bit bothered by the increase in attention. They’re probably even more used to it than me. For the first time, ever as far as he remembered, all of them were sitting together for breakfast. It seemed that the rest of the girls were feeling just as protective as him.

“It’s ridiculous that he’s still going to be allowed to compete.” Sue tossed down her own paper hard enough that people turned at the sound.

“It was well within Dumbledore’s purview as Headmaster to expel, Roger,” Hermione joined them as well, sitting next to Padma, and decided to interject, “But he can’t unilaterally decide that he should be stripped of his magic.”

“He was willing to take it to the Board of Governors though,” Harry revealed to the rest of the group.

“It wouldn’t have done him much good. As well as being a member of the Wizengamot, which is surely where the issue would’ve ended up, Lord Davies is also a member of the Board.” Daphne knew far more about the inner workings of the political realm than anyone else there, even Susan.

“It gives me an opportunity to teach ‘im a lesson during ze final task.” If it were anyone other than Roger, Harry would pity him. But seeing as it was Roger involved, he was looking forward to him potentially being on the business end of Fleur’s wand. Couldn’t happen to a nicer pillock.

“Hopefully, you mean.” Padma corrected her, “You don’t know what the task is yet, and there’s no guarantee you’ll even be able to get a spell on him.”

Feeling very mature, Fleur stuck out her tongue, “Spoilsport. Let me dream while I can, non?”

“Of course, sweetie.” Susan patted her thigh comfortingly, “You’re going to make him suffer. We all know it.” From anyone else, it probably would’ve sounded condescending, but from the redhead it sounded entirely earnest, “That’s only if he even sees you. Last time I checked, he’s performed rather abysmally so far.

“He isn’t vorth your time.” Orina cut in, “Though, it varms my heart to see just how… protective you all are.”

“Wish I got up there with Harry, there’s a new curse I’ve been itching to try and can’t think of anyone better than that bastard.” Ginny rested her head against Orina’s shoulder, thinking wistfully on what could’ve been. Hiding his chuckle, Harry knew exactly which curse she wanted to try.

The older veela smiled and wrapped an arm around her shoulder, “I’m sure you’ll get chance eventually, little fire plug. There are always more zadnitsy… it’s only a matter of time before you’re around to deal with one.” It wasn’t a nickname that he’d ever heard thrown Ginny’s way before, but she didn’t seem to mind.

“You know, if you’re interested, we could always slip a little something into his locker before the next task…” Fred sat close enough along the bench that they were easily able to eavesdrop on the conversation.  

Poking his head around, George added, “Never much liked Roger to begin with.”

Anya grinned, “Now that I’d like to see.”

But the offer made Harry realize something, “You two… have been surprisingly well-behaved this year.”

George waved his hand, “We’ve been so busy with all the festivities we’ve barely had a chance to think about pranks.”

“Between dueling practice, and quidditch practice, who has the time?” Fred tacked on.  

The twins shared a look before George grinned, “Other than Harry, obviously, but he doesn’t count.”

Ginny locked eyes with her brother, a knowing glint in her eye, “Really? Is that the only reason, brothers of mine? You’re sure it doesn’t have anything to do with the meeting you had with Professor McGonagall the first night back from break?”

Fred’s eyes narrowed, “How do you know about that?”

“I’m your sister, aren’t I? I have my ways.” He wasn’t sure if he’d ever seen the twins look so proud.

At everyone else’s curious look, George elaborated, “To answer your question, no, it has nothing to do with that meeting. It’s not as though our charming Head of House was more terrifying than we’ve ever seen her.

“Nor did she threaten to transfigure us into rats for Mrs. Norris to chase around the castle.”

“Assuming she didn’t catch us and throw us about herself.”

“Yes, too true, George. None of those threats were made because neither of us had any intention of doing anything to our international guests.”

“Or any of our own.” George finished.

“She really threatened to transfigure you into rats?” Susan asked, trying and failing to hide her giggles.

Fred winked at her, “Of course not, those are slanderous accusations against our illustrious professor and I won’t hear another word to the contrary.”

“Too right,” George clapped his brother on the shoulder, “Nor did she threaten to turn us into dear and send us scampering through the Forbidden Forest.”

“That one sounds far worse, honestly.” Harry commented.

Fred furrowed his brow, “Why?”

“As a rat, I figure you’d have a fair chance of avoiding Mrs. Norris, but I doubt you’d even realize it was there before you run straight into an acromatula’s web.”

That caught the attention of more than one of the people at the table. He realized that he hadn’t told every bit of his adventures to the girls quite yet. Only Hermione and Ginny were completely unfazed by the news. Sue was the one to ask the obvious question, “There are acromantula in the Forbidden Forest?”

“Yep, whole colony of them.”

Fred sounded almost nervous at the news, “You’re just pulling our leg.”

“Nope,” Harry nodded with his head toward their younger brother, “If you don’t believe me, just ask your brother. He was with me when we went had a chat with the family patriarch.”

“Now I know your lying,” George pointed an accusing finger at him, “Ron’s terrified of spiders. He’d never do something like that.”

“Lads, he’s not in Gryffindor for nothing.” That brought them both up short before they slid down the table to ask their brother the truth of things.

“As amusing as it is to find out Professor McGonagall has a rather vivid imagination when it comes to punishments, you and I have somewhere we need to be.” Ginny stood from the table and pointed at him.

“We do?” He was quite confident that he hadn’t forgotten anything.

“Quidditch practice,” she reminded him.

“Right…” A few of them had been cancelled due to weather in recent weeks, so he’d genuinely forgotten. Considering they’d already won their two games against Durmstrang and Beuxbatons, he wasn’t entirely sure why they needed to keep the practices up. Not that I mind.

After the previous day, he felt rather reluctant to leave Anya and Orina though. Noticing his hesitation, Anya whispered to him, “Go, you don’t need to vorry about us. We have all these capable young vitches to look after us until you return.”

It still amazed him how easily they could read his moods at times. Kissing her cheek, he told them, “I’ll see you later then.”

“Have fun.” Orina told them. He almost missed the way she caught Ginny’s eye and winked.

“Ja, don’t do anything ve vouldn’t.” Anya added, a knowing smile on her full lips. Deciding it was best not to ask, he hopped up from the table.

Falling in next to Ginny, they made their way out of the Great Hall and toward the courtyard. As they stepped outside, he breathed in warm air. The sun shone brightly on a cloudless day. It was the last little bit of spring necessary to melt the largest of the snow drifts.  

“Great day for quidditch.” Ginny commented as they headed down to the pitch. He couldn’t agree more. The redhead bumped her hip against his, “Race you down there…”

It was downhill the whole way, and thanks to the warmth of the sun, finally dry… at least mostly. Unable to resist that challenging look in her amber eyes, he replied, “You’re on.”

The words had barely left his mouth before she bolted down the path. Following right behind, he caught her about halfway down to the pitch and was a few meters ahead of her by the time they reached it. That didn’t stop her from running until the very end though. He had to appreciate her competitive spirit.

Standing victorious just outside the entrance, he turned just in time to be run into by a petite missile. Giggling as he hugged her, she wasn’t the least bit upset by her loss, “You know, it’s lucky for us that you only make a habit of coming in first when it comes to competitions.”

Chuckling at the innuendo, he kissed the top of her head, “Sometimes you win by finishing first, other times by holding out the longest.”

“Get a room you two.” Zabini sauntered past them with Tracey beside him.

“Can’t, we’d be late for practice.” Ginny replied without hesitation, “And I don’t think the rest of the girls on the team would want the show.” Harry almost laughed at the owlish look on Blaise’s face.

“Eh, I could think of worse things to watch,” Tracey stopped and gave them a wink, “Can’t speak for the rest of the girls though, but there’s plenty of charms to help with that sort of thing.” She tapped her chin in thought, “Gwenog would probably catch on though. That woman’s got an extra sense for any mischief, I swear. Makes me glad that she isn’t a teacher.”

Giving him one last squeeze, Ginny mumbled, “Later.” Then she bounced away and threw her arm over Tracey’s shoulder. The two girls headed toward the changing rooms together. Blaise watched them go and rolled his eyes at their antics before heading off.

Following behind him, he reached his locker and quickly changed. As they made their way out toward the pitch together, Blaise spoke up, “You know, I’m surprised that there was anything left of Roger to expel yesterday. I mean, I’ve seen you tear through half the dueling team without even breaking a sweat… and you weren’t even mad at us.”

Harry turned to him, brow furrowed, “He just got lucky I got there when I did. Anya and Orina might’ve torn him apart otherwise.”

Blaise shook his head “See, now that’s even more surprising. I would’ve thought it was you that would tear him limb from limb.”

“Oh, I wanted to, trust me.” They stepped out on the pitch together and found Gwenog and Daithi already waiting for them, “But considering he was barely conscious by then, it didn’t seem fair. Plus, blood can be so difficult to get out of stone and even I don’t wish that sort of thing on Filch.” Surprised laughter bubbled out of Blaise. At their teammates curious looks, Harry just waved them off.

“Alright, that’s everyone here.” Gwenog cut through the noise and grabbed their attention, “We’ll go through conditioning and then play a conventional scrimmage. Nothing too out of the ordinary, just enough to keep you sharp.” There were a few people that clearly had the same question in mind. Sharp for what. But no one was going to argue with one of the best professional quidditch players in the world. They were all just happy she was still coming around and giving them advice, “Potter… get it started.”

That’s exactly what he did. They ran around the pitch three times before getting into their stretches and basic conditioning. Once that was done, they went through a quick rundown of what to expect.  

“We’re scrimmaging to 300, but the snitch only counts for 50.” Gwenog told them before they mounted up, “Split teams between the reserves and starters. Preece, Davis and Thomas chasing with Weasley in goal, Zabini and Sloper on the bats, and Byrne seeking. The rest of you are on the other team, understood?” Everyone gave her the affirmative, “Alright, get in the air.”

Hovering next to Emma, he told her, “Best of luck.”

The younger Ravenclaw looked at him through narrowed eyes, “I’m gonna get one today.” His reserve seeker had become his full-on understudy over the course of the year, but she’d yet to catch a snitch against him when there was only one in the air. It’d become her life’s mission as the year wore on.

“I like the confidence,” he turned and gave her a cheeky smile, “But I’ll believe it when I see it, Byrne.”

Their repartee came to end as Moran released the snitch before tossing the quaffle into the air. Ginny darted underneath Tracey, pipping her to the quaffle and things were off.

With the teams split, things were relatively even. True to form, Harry made sure to be as irritating as possible by interrupting the opposing team’s formations. More than once, he provided a distraction that allowed one of his chaser’s, usually Ginny, to dart in for the steal. The chemistry between the redhead and Demelza bode well for the future of Gryffindor’s house team once the Flying Vixens graduated.

As small as Emma was, running interference the way that Harry was posed a far greater risk. So instead of shadowing him the entire game, she stayed to the edge of the action, constantly looking for the snitch.

It turned out to be a smart move. She spotted the first snitch of the game with her team up 130-100. She pushed her broom to the top of one of the visitors’ stands at breakneck speed. Unfortunately for her, Harry saw the sudden change of direction. Despite being behind, he managed to catch up. His turns were just that little bit tighter in pursuit of the snitch, and in the chase, every millisecond counted.

Using his greater size, he managed to force Emma away from the snitch and force the little golden ball to make the turn he wanted. It went hard right and Harry’s hand snapped out to catch it. The fluttering of wings in his hand told him that he succeeded.

There was a whistle and then Gwenog’s voice cutting over the silence that followed. It was rather frustrating for the other team as they’d been on the attack, “Snitch caught everyone. Reset to the middle. Potter up on Weasley 150-130.”

Floating over to their coach, he tossed her the little golden ball before hovering back towards Emma, “It was a good try.”

“Good isn’t enough against you though.” He admired her tenacity because even in the face of defeat, she didn’t seem the least bit discouraged.  

Again, the quaffle was tossed and the snitch was released. The scrimmage continued with the slight edge going to the other team’s chasers despite Ginny’s best efforts. Malcom and Tracey had months of work put in together that helped them along the way, and Dean was a fair flyer to boot.

Still, they managed to keep it close at 280-260. They just couldn’t seem to pull ahead. Which means I’m going to need to find another snitch if we want to win. And quickly. Because even as the thought crossed his mind, Tracey faked a center shot that Bole bit on before getting it to Dean who tossed it through the right goal.

As Bole tossed it back into play, Harry drifted toward Ginny, “Just give me time… Hold onto that quaffle as long as you can.” With a stiff nod of her head, they both got to work.

Scanning the field, the skies, the stands, he tried his damnedest to find the snitch and paid off. It was hiding amongst the benches of the students’ section, hovering beneath them and then randomly darting up. Pushing his broom to top speed, he raced toward it. Emma had her eye on him the whole way and pushed to catch up.

The snitch sensed their approach and darted away first turning upward and then out toward the grounds. Emma’s shoulder brushed against the bristles of his broom and nearly sent him veering off course. It was enough of a distraction that she managed to get side by side with him. He attempted to body her out again, but she did something he wasn’t expecting. As his shoulder hit hers, she barrel-rolled underneath him and popped back up on his other side. Clever.

But two could play that game. Drifting upward, he ended up above Emma rather than side by side. When the snitch turned down toward the ground, it looked like she had the advantage, but Harry took a wider line up before corkscrewing down. It allowed him to shoot past her even as she was reaching out to catch it. As the snitch went to turn again, he palmed it.

Easing up, they both flew back into the pitch as they heard a whistle. Once the joined the rest of the team, Gwenog told them, “Great game everyone, final score was 310-290 to Potter’s team. Go hit the showers, and we’ll see you next week.”

As they all made their way to the ground, Harry told his young protégé, “You know, I’m going to need to find a Gryffindor to coach up next year otherwise you’re going to have the run of the school once I’m gone.”

She tried to hide it, but she was clearly proud, “You can try… but I don’t think it’s going to do you any good.” With that, she hustled to join the rest of the girls.

As the team made their way to the lockers, Harry hung back with Ron to help get things locked away. They were the last ones to get cleaned up and his redheaded friend hurried along quickly because he was meant to meet Parvati. Alone, Harry emerged from the locker room with wet hair only to find someone waiting for him.

“Hey Gin, thought you’d be back up to the castle already.” She was wearing a tight pair of crimson athletic trousers and equally tight shirt. It hugged her wonderful, athletic form and made him wonder just what she had planned. The look in her eye wasn’t helping with matters either, nor was the fact it appeared she was hiding something behind her.

“Nope, I was waiting for you. I had a bit of an idea.” She pulled out her new Firebolt, “How’s about you and I go and take this thing for a spin?” It was the first truly nice day of the new year, and he couldn’t blame her for her enthusiasm. There was only one small problem as far as he could tell.

“Of course, just let me go and…”

“Just ride mine with me.” She insisted. There was a mischievous upturn at the corner of her lips as she rocked back on her feet.

Curious exactly what she had in mind, he agreed, “Alright, let’s go.”

They headed back out to the now empty pitch together. Throwing her leg over the Firebolt, Ginny patted the space behind her, “Hop on.”

As Harry settled in behind her, she wiggled her bum right up against his groin. Looking over her shoulder at him, she asked, “Safe and secure?”

Wrapping his arms around her tight stomach, he rested his chin on her shoulder, “Yep, ready when you are.”

They shot up into the air so quickly that Harry’s head whipped back. Even though he was accustomed to the sheer speed of the Firebolt, there was a big difference between controlling the thing and being a passenger.

Ginny put it through its paces: turning, rolling, diving and then darting straight back up to the sky. And all the while the two of them couldn’t help but grin.

And then it stopped, as she hovered by the side of one of the visitors’ stands. Breathless and giddy, she effused, “That’s a fair bit faster than the old Cleansweeps back home.”

“Just wait until you get a chance to use it in a proper game.” He hugged her closer as she took the opportunity to wiggle her hips.

“You know, I always loved flying, ever since I was little.” He knew. She told him that she’d been sneaking out at night since she was six to practice on her brothers’ brooms. She pulled away just enough so she could look him in the eye, “But that summer after the Chamber, I went out every night… sometimes until it was nearly dawn because after a year of feeling like a prisoner in my own mind, it was where I felt truly free. It helped with the nightmares and the guilt.”

While they’d gotten closer after her first year, this wasn’t something that she’d ever told him before. All he could think to do was hug her tighter.

But this wasn’t a sad bout of reminiscing, not in the slightest. There was a faint smile on her lips now, “I thought of you a lot. I mean, how could I not, you saved me! I thought of all the things I’d like to do to show you just how much I appreciated your heroism.” She wiggled her bum against him again, and he suddenly had a strong suspicion where she was going with this, “Going back down to the Chamber, facing it again... Well, there’s one particular fantasy that I would come back to, and I was thinking maybe we could… give it a go.”

Kissing the side of her neck, he spoke against her ear, “Out here… in the open… where anyone could see…” There were a few students out on the grounds, but none of them were anywhere near the quidditch pitch. So, unless they had a pair of omnioculars and decided to spy on them, it wasn’t much of a risk. From the way her breath hitched, she liked the risk though. Biting her bottom lip, she nodded her head eagerly.

While he had no interest in being caught in the act, he was willing to take the risk, “I’m game, Gin.”

“Perfect… now hold us steady.” Ginny was enveloped by him as he reached around her to take hold of her new broomstick. Her focus zeroed in somewhere else. Showing off her impressive athleticism, she pushed her peachy ass off the broom and with one hand pushed the waistband of her stretchy trousers down to the tops of her thighs. The lack of knickers made it obvious that she’d come prepared… and had him throbbing in his pants.

She sat back down, and he leaned back just far enough to see her plump pussy lips split on the shaft. The noise that came from her throat was pure lust as she did a little shimmy that left it glistening in the sunlight.

Harry didn’t realize that he was letting them slowly drift into the stand until his shoulder bumped into the canvas that covered it. Giggling, Ginny warned him, “Careful now, I’m leaving our safety in your hands… wouldn’t want to have an accident before we even get to the fun.”

Reaching for him, her nimble fingers found the button of his trousers. Quickly undoing them, her dainty hand slipped under the waistband of his pants and found his hardening length. Pulling him out into the open air, she stroked him until he was hard as a rock.

She looked back at him with a cheeky smile, “You know, you’re the only thing I think about riding more than a broomstick, right?”

Harry chuckled, his hand slipping underneath her shirt to find her perky breast. Her breath hitched as his fingers drifted toward her hardened nipples, pinching and pulling lightly, “Today you get to do both.”

“Fuck yes…” Tilting her hips, he could feel how ready she was for him. The heat of her dripping sex caressed his tip before her puffy lips enveloped him. She kept pushing back in one smooth motion but stopped with a few inches still to go. The velvet softness of her tight tunnel felt wonderful along his length, but the position made it slightly difficult to go further.

Feeling mischievous in his own right, he pushed forward with the Firebolt. A throaty moan escaped from Ginny as she was forced down to the very base of his cock all at once. Looking over her shoulder, her amber eyes were filled with need, “That… wasn’t fair.”

“I doubt your fantasy involved us just hovering on a broom, Gin.” He kissed the side of her neck, finger pinching down on her nipple again, “I’m just making sure it’s everything you dreamed.”

“Prat.” He was sure that he’d never heard the word said quite so fondly before, “But you’re right. Just… try not to… crash.” Her words became strained as she started pushing and pulling herself along his cock. They weren’t full length, thunderous thrusts, instead it was slow and methodical. With every little bounce her inner muscles gripped him tight and then relaxed as she pulled back up. Such a wonderfully lewd display of control was no less exquisite than the more energetic sex.

And since he could feel the ridge of his crown scraping along that perfect spot deep inside of her, and hear the pleasured whimpers with every new prod, he knew that Ginny enjoyed it just as much.

Slowly at first, he started moving the Firebolt. One of Ginny’s dainty hands wrapped around the broomstick, white-knuckled, as she dealt with each knew jolt of pleasure from her bouncing. The other found her eager little clit, and she started gently tweaking it.

As he drove the Firebolt faster, Ginny pushed her ass back into him harder. Every time her perky cheeks met his groin there was a wet squelch. Girlcum dripped from her horny little slit and stained the wood of her new Firebolt with every new plunge of her pussy. They did circles around the pitch as she drove herself mad on his cock.

“Faster… fuck… faster!” Her demand turned into a scream as he pushed the broom to its limit. Her back arched and her eyes, glassy from bliss, stared blankly up at the sky. She sheathed herself on his length, and her walls rippled in climax around him. A squirt of her juices escaped the seal of her tightness to fall to the ground beneath them. Her voice was hoarse as she pleaded with him, “Please… I want your cum… I need it…”

Her plea went right to his balls. With the incessant coaxing of her still twitching cunt, he couldn’t resist.  His eyes shut as his bollocks pulled tight to his body. His cock flexed as he flooded her womb with thick, white cum. He forced his eyes open, and just in time too. They were headed toward the edge of the Forbidden Forest, and he didn’t fancy running into a tree. He turned them back toward the pitch even as he kept filling the naughty little redhead.

Holding Ginny close, he rode the wave of his peak to the very end. As he pulsed out the last of his cum, he slipped free of her pussy and covered her left cheek with a ribbon of white. Ginny wiggled her bum against his cock and then flexed each cheek, one at a time. She giggled, giddy and satisfied, “You think… I’d be used to it by now. But that… that I was even better than I imagined in my head.”

They landed back on the pitch, and Harry helped her off the broom. Her legs wobbled slightly. It was a sight that always filled him with pride regardless of which of his girls he managed to do it to.

Pulling up her trousers, Ginny leaned down and licked him before tucking him back into his pants. Only then did she reach for her hovering broomstick. There was a sheen where her pussy had polished it, and a small puddle of his cum from where it dripped from her. His eyes widened as she just worked them both into the wood until no one would even know that they were there. Turning to him with a wicked smile, she said, “There we go, now it’s been properly christened.”

Harry shook his head, but gave her a kiss, “Naughty minx.”

“You know it.” She beamed, “Thanks again, for the trip down to the Chamber, it… inspired me.”

“I think that was thanks enough.” He chuckled out, but then he remembered, “I half-expected you to have planned something with Daphne.”

“Oh,” if anything her smile got bigger, “she has plans of her own. We both figured this would be hard to pull off with three.”

“That… seems reasonable.” It was another moment where Harry really couldn’t believe the turns that his life had taken, but he certainly wasn’t complaining. Hugging Ginny around the waist, he started walking toward the tunnel. Something to look forward to.