Improving Foreign Relations- TBOSV Oneshot

AN: Sorry this was a day later than I meant it to be. I rewrote a portion of this and am happier with how it came out because of it. 

Casting

Tracey- Shaelah McGilton 

Sigrid- Alicia Agneson

“Davis, don’t round off your turn! It breaks the formation and makes it harder to sell the fake. You won’t get the separation you’re looking for. Keep it tight!” Moran directed the chaser formation. Harry could only half hear it over the roar of the wind in his ears as he passed through the stands. Emma was just behind him trying her damnedest to keep on the bristles of his broom. The little golden ball was fluttering just out of reach, running from the pair of them with all its might.

They were running a mock game with the reserve players in preparation for their next match. It was a particularly blustery day, so it only made flying that much more difficult.

“Better, much better!” Moran called out as the quaffle went soaring through the center hoop just in front of him.

“Robins, don’t be afraid to use your body.” Gwenog instructed the other team, “It’s a contact sport remember. You can’t just let her by with without any fight!” The Holyhead Captain turned to her beaters, “When you can see them getting into a rhythm and pattern like that, you have to get a bludger in there.” Maxine nodded her head as the quaffle went back into play.

Harry pushed the broom beneath him to its limit, teetering on the edge of brave and reckless as the snitch made a sharp turn toward the ground. The Ravenclaw behind him didn’t hesitate to chase after him, but as the ground grew ever closer and closer, she didn’t quite have the stomach to finish off the move. Just a few meters from the ground, his hand wrapped around the fluttering orb. He pulled up hard on and leveled out. His toes dragged against the blades of grass as he held the snitch aloft.

There was a loud whistle before Gwenog called out, “Alright, well done everyone. If you play like that against Durmstrang, it should be one hell of a match.” Harry was only half-listening as something caught his eye as he came to a stop and dropped his feet to solid ground again. Looks like we have ourselves a little spy. The rest of the team came down to join him on the ground, and it was only then that he leaned toward Tracey and Ginny, “Did either of you notice that Sigrid is doing a bit of scouting for her team?”

“What?” They both looked to the stands where he pointed with a subtle movement of his brow. They just caught a head of dark hair as it made its way down out of the stands. She had been wearing an invisibility cloak, but the gusting winds had left just enough of her exposed that he’d caught her. Whether she left because practice was over or because she realized she’d been caught, I can’t say.

Ginny snorted, “Oh, that little sneak.”

“Really great sportsmanship.” Tracey scowled.

“We’ll just have to get her back for it. We could always get in and see what the Durmstrang practices are like.” The redhead looked at Harry, no doubt thinking about his own invisibility cloak.

“Oh, we definitely should. But first, I’m going to make sure it never happens again.” The Slytherin told them both, a mischievous glint in her eye.

Any further conversation was stopped as Daithi and Gwenog stood in front of the team. The latter told them, “Good work, today. Everybody hit the showers and we’ll see you, Sunday.” With that the team headed off leaving the pitch behind.  And

“So… what are you thinking?” Ginny asked as the three of them walked off together, “Could always get the twins to help us out.”

“That’s probably not a great idea.” Harry gave his opinion, “They’ve been on their best behavior this year because even they don’t want to be expelled. Pranks on our foreign guests probably wouldn’t go over too well.”

“I’m not going to prank her.” Tracey shut that thinking down, “Don’t either of you two worry about it. I have it well in hand.” Ginny and Harry shared a look and just shrugged their shoulders. Deciding that it was best to just leave their Slytherin friend to it, he let the matter drop for the time being.

That night at dinner, Harry sat with Daphne, Susan, and Emma joined them as well. The Ravenclaw still couldn’t get over the earlier practice, “I just don’t understand how you do it! We’re flying the same exact broom, but you just know how to take it to the limit without overdoing it.”

“It’s because he’s a bit mad, sweetie.” Susan told the younger girl for him, “Only somebody a bit mad would be willing to ride that knife’s edge between utter brilliance and disaster.”

“It’s the reason why Krum is interested in flying against him, I would imagine.” Daphne added, “There are even some professionals that aren’t quite that level of insane.”

“Hey, I’m right here!” he reminded them, though he really wasn’t offended in the slightest, “And I’m not mad. I’m just good.”

“And I’m not?” Emma asked with one raised eyebrow.

He knew not to walk into that trap, “You’re great, but I have three full years of experience on you, Emma. You’ll get that same sort of feel with time.”

Susan snorted out a laugh, “Nice save.”

“It wasn’t a save, it’s true.”

“Says the guy who kept playing with a cursed broom in his first game?” Daphne questioned disbelievingly, “Sure, keep telling yourself that it’s just experience.”

“It stopped eventually.” Not that it was any fun while it was going on, “And it was against Slytherin, so I wasn’t bloody well going to let us lose.”

Daphne poked him in the side for that, “There something wrong with Slytherin?”

“Not really,” he replied cheekily, “But your quidditch team is a bunch of wankers.” She tried to remain stoic but eventually conceded with a roll of her eyes and a nod of her head.

“Hey, Daphne,” Ginny slid in beside the blonde, “Have you seen Tracey? I had a thought about one of our formations and wanted to run it by her.”

“Haven’t seen her since she came back to the dorm after practice,” Daphne told the younger girl, “I think she said she was planning on spending time with Sigrid.” Harry shared a look with Ginny as she continued unaware, “Funny, I don’t think I’ve seen either of them come down for dinner, must still be busy.”

“Yeah… I guess I’ll just have to see if I can find her after I’m finished.” From the look she shot his way, he could guess what her thoughts were. Just what is Tracey up to?

They finished dinner without any further interruption. As he was heading out of the hall, Ginny grabbed him again, “Do you have any idea what Tracey’s doing?”

“I know about as much as you do, Gin. I thought you might know more, figured she might have told you something when you were showering.”

“Nope, she didn’t say a thing.” Ginny bit her bottom lip and looked around, “Do you think we should look for them?”

“I mean… we could. But I can’t imagine she’s doing anything too terrible. Hell, she could just be giving her a proper piece of her mind.”

“Did it seem like that’s what she was planning from the way she was talking?” Ginny gave him a look like he was dim… and yeah, that was fair.

“No.”

“Right…” She looked toward the enchanted staircase before she finally made up her mind, “I’ll look from here down, you look up to the Tower.”

Harry stared at her for a long moment, “You just don’t want to climb all those stairs more than once, huh?”

Ginny blushed cutely, “Well… I might’ve taken a bludger to the knee and it’s still smarting a bit.” She would still have to do it to get back up to the common room, but at least it would only be that once.

“Right, fine, don’t say I never do anything nice for you, Weasley.” Harry poked her on the nose.

Ginny just gave him a naughty little wink, “Oh, trust me, I’d never think of doing that. Now come on, we need to make sure that Tracey hasn’t done something rash.”

They shared a laugh and headed toward the enchanted staircase. Ginny made her way down to the basement, while he headed up to the first floor. He scoured the unused classrooms and even checked a few broom cupboards just in case. Knowing what he was looking for, he figured it would be easy. Surely, Tracey would use a Locking Charm, probably some Silencing Spells as well.

He scoured the first floor without any luck, and then the second, and so on. And by the time he reached the sixth floor, he was wondering why he was even going through the trouble. She can’t be doing anything too terrible, I’m sure.

In the end, he found them though. There was a small alcove, behind which was a simple sconce that if pulled would open a small, hidden offshoot room.  He only knew about it by chance, and had it not been for the brand-new Silencing Charm that hadn’t been there before, he never would have thought to look there.

Tracey clearly felt confident enough not to put up any other wardings. He didn’t bother breaking the Silencing Charm as he opened the entrance. Once within the spell’s influence, he was met with a sound he really wasn’t expecting.

A wanton, desperate moan came from within. As he pushed the door open, he was met with a cock-hardening sight. Bloody hell, I didn’t know what to expect… but, this definitely wasn’t it. Tracey was still fully clothed in skintight jeans, and a simple green blouse. Sigrid… was in decidedly less.

She was butt naked. And what a lovely butt it is. It jutted out toward him while both her hands were seemingly bound to the wall by some magic. Her eyes were covered by a silk blindfold. Her pouty lips were open in as she moaned. Her entire body shook like a leaf, as she was held right on the precipice of her orgasm. The room reeked of her arousal and it was unsurprising considering there was a line of creamy girl-cum along the inside of both of her thighs that went all the way down to her toes.

Tracey stood at her side, fingers squelching with every frantic plunge into the Danish girl’s dripping cunny, “You were a very naughty girl, Sigrid. And naughty girls don’t get to cum… not yet, not until you actually fucking apologize.” With her other hand, also sticky with Sigrid’s essence, she circled her puckered hole, “Do you want to apologize, Siggy?”

The beauty shivered, head turning to the side even if she couldn’t see through the blindfold. She gave a single defiant shake of her head that only made Tracey growl and start hammering her fingers into her harder. Well, this is definitely a side of Tracey I’ve never seen before.

He took another step into the room, and that was enough to catch the Slytherin’s attention. Her eyes widened slightly at his presence there, but she didn’t panic, “Oh, Harry, what are you doing here?” Sigrid squirmed at the sound of his voice, but stilled as Tracey gave her bum a little spank.

“Looking for you,” He told her, not sure whether he should let this situation continue or stop it in its tracks, “Ginny and I were a bit worried when we didn’t see either of you down at dinner… considering you said you were going to deal with Sigrid.”

Squish. Squish. With a little giggle, Tracey kept fingering the poor girls weeping hole, “As you can see, I have that well in hand… just like I said I would.”

“Right…” he said that single word slowly as he stepped further into the room, “Sigrid, do you need some help?”

The Danish girl was panting, seemingly unable to form words at the pleasure being forced upon her body. So, Tracey took the opportunity to speak up for her, “Oh, she’s fine. If anything, she’s absolutely loving it.”

Harry quirked an eyebrow at that, “Not much of a punishment then, is it?”

“Who said anything about punishing her?” Tracey gave him a wicked smile, “All I said was that I would make sure she’d never do it again. I decided this was the best way of doing that while still… improving our relationship.” It was a bit surreal having this conversation while he was watching one admittedly beautiful girl fuck another one as though it were the most natural thing in the world.  Tracey ran her finger along the inside of Sigrid’s thigh and gathered some of her juices before licking it off her finger greedily.

“Yeah… that’s true.” As he thought back to their earlier conversation, “But if she’s enjoying this, how is it supposed to deter her from doing it again?”

That brought the Slytherin girl up short, but she managed to regain her composure in just a second, “Because if she doesn’t behave and apologize for spying on us… I’m never going to touch her again.”

Sigrid managed a derisive snort at that, “Li… Liar.”

Tracey scowled, and turned back to her apparently very willing partner, “What was that?”

“You’re… a… liar.” Despite her vulnerable situation, she sounded completely confident, and her voice strengthened with every word as Tracey stilled, “You love to hear me moan… You love the taste of me… You love to make me cum… and more than that, you love when I do the exact same thing to you… so threaten it all you want, but I know that you aren’t going to stop because of a bit of innocent spying.”

The Slytherin stared at her lover, mind whirling. After a few seconds, she seemed to come to a decision and pulled her fingers out of her clutching cunt. Sigrid whined at the loss as Tracey leaned in, voice soft and sinful, “You’re right… but that just means I have to come up with something else.” The two girls kissed passionately, and for a brief moment, he felt like he was intruding.

He was quickly disavowed of that notion as Tracey pulled back panting and turned to look at him with dark eyes, “Harry… I think I could use your help.” For the first time, it looked like Sigrid was a bit anxious and, from the way it made her whimper, excited at that thought, “That’s right, sweetheart. You didn’t think about that, did you?”

“I don’t know if that’s a great idea.” he said cautiously.

“It’s a fantastic idea, Harry, trust me.” Tracey could still see his hesitation and so assured him, “Don’t worry, none of your girlfriends will mind. Considering the number of times we’ve had to hear how good you are… how many times you make them cum… how they spend every day dripping. Is it any wonder that Siggy here moans your name every once in a while when I’m playing with her tight… little… pussy. With all that teasing, it’s the least that any of your girls can expect. Hell, it’s enough that even I’ve given it a thought once or twice, and I’ve always considered myself a proper witch’s witch.”

Harry just quirked an eyebrow at that and Tracey just rolled her eyes, “Oh don’t worry, they only keep it amongst friends… and we all know how to keep a secret.” She smacked her hand hard against Sigrid’s bubbly bum, “Isn’t that right?” It left an obvious red handprint on her pale cheek.

“Yes…” She moaned out, a tremor in her voice as she shuddered.

“See, nothing to worry about?” Tracey beamed at him, “Now, are you going to help me or not?”

After a moment of indecision, he found himself standing their naked, his hard cock bobbing in the open air. The Slytherin stared at his protruding pillar as she moved over to him and dropped her wand to the ground, “Come on Harry, help me out. It’ll be fun, and she wants it, I promise. And hey,” she grabbed his cock and gave it a tentative stroke, “Do this and I’ll let you have me, too.”

What little resolve he had left cracked then, “I’ll do it.” Even if I still struggle to see how this is a punishment if it’s what she wants.

“Brilliant.” Leading him by the cock, she took him over to the gorgeous Danish girl. She put his bulbous head against her dripping wet heat, “Pretty sure she’s more than ready for you.” Tracey snickered as she started stroking the rest of his length with more of her sticky juices, “Now, I want you to take a hold of those wonderful hips of hers and bounce her beautiful bum on your fucking cock.”

As if on instinct, Sigrid arched her back and even gave a slight wiggle of her bum. While she certainly looked the part of the victim in this situation, he thought she was loving every second of it. Tracey was clearly a bit put out by his hesitation, and so, she took hold of Sigrid’s hips herself. With one fierce push, she drove her back into Harry. He found himself surrounded by wonderful heat as Sigrid groaned low and wanton.

“Fuck… that’s… oh wow.” Her voice trembled as he felt her flutter around his cock.

Tracey snickered, “The stories and teasing didn’t really do it justice, did they, sweetheart?”

Sigrid bit her pouty lip and gave frantic shake of her head, “He’s… fuck… stretching me so… so much.”

“I know. Your petite pussy looks absolutely amazing stuffed with his fat cock.” The Slytherin stared, transfixed, at where they were joined. Absently, her hand came up to cup her lover’s breast as she looked up at Harry “Now, fuck her.” Deciding it was best to just listen at this point, Harry grabbed hold of her trim waist and pulled his cock out of her grippy sheath. When just the crown of his cock still remained inside, he drove himself back into the beauty and started working himself into a rhythm.

“Yes…” She panted out, desperate and needy, “So… good. Your girls… are… are… lucky bitches.”

“Damn right,” Tracey said almost in a trance as her fingers drifted between Sigrid’s legs. Her nails scraped against his cock as she pinched the girl’s clit. She’d been kept on edge, for how long Harry didn’t know, but with that, she absolutely erupted. Sigrid’s bodacious body quivered as her pussy released a fresh spurt of girlcum all over his cock and Tracey’s fingers. Little droplets of her creamy juices fell to the ground as he kept fucking her right through her peak.

“Fucking cum on that cock, you little slut.” Tracey growled in her ear, even as she started stripping of her own clothing, “I want to watch you lose your bloody mind!” His schoolmate pushed down her jeans to reveal a pair of lacey black knickers that were quickly peeled away from her bare pussy. Seeing an opportunity, Harry reached over and drove his fingers into her.

Catching her off guard, she found herself leaning into her lover’s side and kissing against her shoulder as he fucked them both in tandem. Wet, thunderous smacks echoed in the room as they all panted and grunted and groaned their way through their carnal pleasure.

Little by little, he felt his peak edge ever nearer as he plowed into the foreign girl’s snug sex. Reaching up with shaky hands, Tracey pushed away the blindfold from Sigrid’s eyes. Her usually grey-blue eyes were dark, and glassy from the sheer pleasure of being properly ravaged. As the two young women pressed their lips together, Harry found himself teetering on the edge. The groan that left his throat was enough to warn them of his imminent peak.

Instantly, Tracey forced him free of Sigrid’s sex and growled out, “In me. Now.”

The Danish girl whimpered, pitifully, “No, it’s mine! I earned it!”

Harry didn’t much care where he finished, so, he slotted himself into Tracey’s sex without a second thought, “Oh, bloody hell… fuck you big-dicked beast!” All three of them looked down to where he split open the brunette with his girthy prick, “Fill me up! You hear me! It’s mine now, not Siggy’s!”

Burying himself to the hilt, he filled her with ropes of his thick cum. Sigrid stared at his twitched length, as she strained against her magical bindings. Tracey’s eyes rolled to the back of her head, even as she managed to taunt her lover, “Oh… it’s soooo good.  So fucking warm! It’s as good as Ginny said.”

As they twitched and grinded against each other, his peak slowly waned and Sigrid snarled, “That should have been mine.”

Tracey managed to open her eyes and smirk at the Danish girl as Harry dropped the last of his seed into her snug hole, “It still can be.”

“What?” Sigrid asked, eyes wide and eager at the offer. Like a puppy about to get a new toy.

“I’ll let you lick and suck every last drop out of me… if you apologize.” The look on her face was absolutely triumphant as she finally broke her resolve.

In the face of that offer, Sigrid was happy to do it without hesitating, “I’m sorry… I shouldn’t have been spying on you… I shouldn’t have cheated… It’ll never happen again. I promise!”

Retrieving her wand, Tracey waved it to let her free, “Good girl, that’s what I like to hear.” Legs like jelly, it was easy for his teammate to maneuver the other girl onto her back. A second later, she sat her pussy down on waiting lips. With a groan, she looked over at Harry and his still hard cock, “I promised you could fuck me, too, if you helped. So, get over here.”

Quite rightfully, the next load ended up being Sigrid’s before they were done for the evening. Harry was the first to leave, and because of that, he didn’t see Ginny slip in to see the aftermath.

The naughty minx looked at her two well-fucked friends as she asked, “Did you have fun?”

“It was brilliant,” Tracey gave a goofy smile, “Even if I liked other blokes, I’m pretty sure that would’ve ruined the rest for me.”

Sigrid giggled as she kissed her naked breast, “Lucky for you, you have me.” The Danish girl still had a finger playing with her cum-filled cunt.

“Well… that’s pretty much my story anyway. I’m pretty sure I’m just Potter-sexual.” Ginny managed to ignore that enticing sight of Harry’s seed and continue,  “I’m still not sure why you had to go through all this trouble. You could’ve just asked if you were this curious.”

“Oh, it was much more fun this way. It let us get into a bit of roleplay we wanted to explore anyway.” The Slytherin explained, as Sigrid nodded tiredly against her shoulder, “And good job by the way. Very believable.”

“Oh, thank you.” Ginny smiled, “Daphne helped, too.”

“I’ll be sure to thank her.” As Sigrid fell asleep against her side, Tracey sent a smirk over at the redhead, “I think he’s got himself another foreign fan.” Both girls fell into a giggling fit at that.