Potter Is My King

POTTER IS MY KING

Disclaimer: I don’t own the rights to any of the characters nor am I making any money off of this story. I am only writing this for fun.

Summary: Harry and Ginny celebrate a Quidditch victory over Puddemere United in the locker room. Rated NC-17

Author’s Note: This is actually the “second” story in a series of Harry/Ginny stories I have planned.

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Chudley Seeker Harry Potter and Puddemere Seeker Michael Corner were racing side by side for the fleeing Golden Snitch. Its wings fluttered as its pursuers tried to gain any kind of edge over the other. The winner would catch the Snitch and end the game. There was also a small consequence of that victory waiting in the form of a trophy: the British Quidditch League Trophy. Add the fact that the Chudley Cannons and Puddemere United were bitter rivals, and the result was a brutal game, even by Quidditch standards.

Everybody in the stadium knew that the game would come down to the two seekers. The teams’ Keepers were too good to allow for a high-scoring team. Puddemere’s Keeper was Oliver Wood, who only allowed 2-3 goals a game. At the other end of the stadium was Ron Weasley, the Keeper for the Chudley Cannons. While he wasn’t as stingy a defender as Wood was, he had a habit of making spectacular saves at the most opportune, or inopportune times. So it came down to a battle between Harry Potter and Michael Corner.

Harry wasn’t worried. He knew he could catch the Snitch easily if they were flying the same model of brooms. However, Corner’s broom was one level above Harry’s Firebolt2005, and the difference showed in speed. Harry was able to even things out with his flying ability which was far superior to Corner’s.

Still, Corner had gotten the first glimpse of the Snitch and his faster broom gave him the initial advantage. If not for a near miss from a Bludger, he probably could’ve reached the prize first. However, a bludger did almost hit him. No doubt it had been sent by George Weasley, one of the beaters for the Cannons. This allowed Harry the time to catch up to Corner.

Neck in neck they raced, their hands stretched out in front of them. While Corner wasn’t Draco Malfoy in terms of unsavory behavior, he was still a tough competitor. A lot of bumping and hand interference went between the Seekers, even though such actions almost risked a whistle from the referee and a penalty. However, Harry wouldn’t have it any other way. He had won Gryffindor their first Quidditch championship in almost a decade under similar circumstances. He was confident he could pull out a victory.

Elsewhere in the field, Ginny Weasley was weaving in and out of opposing Chasers and Beaters with the Quaffle clutched under her arm. The score was deadlocked at 40. She and the other Cannons Chasers needed to score as many points as they could even though catching the Snitch would net them 150 points. However, Wood proved to be too adept at his position. Ginny made her sixth attempt of the day, but the Quaffle was blocked once again. She took a second to look around the field and saw the Chasers in their dangerous chase for the Snitch. She hoped Harry wouldn’t take too many unnecessary chances. After all, since she was his girlfriend, she had a tendency to worry about him.

Worrying about Harry Potter was expected, given his history. When he was one the Dark Lord Voldemort had murdered his parents and had tried to kill him as well. But the evil curse, Avada Kedavra, not only had failed to kill Harry Potter, but also had rebounded and struck the Dark Lord. Somehow, Voldemort also survived, but it cost him his body. For thirteen years Voldemort was gone from the wizarding world. He had been alone and friendless. He had been alone until Peter Pettigrew, long thought to be dead, had rejoined his master in Albania.

Reunited with one of his servants, Voldemort had hatched a plan that allowed him to return to his body. It also allowed him to launch a second war against the wizarding world, a war that was even bloodier than the first war. While many brave witches and wizards had died during the first war, the second war produced far more famous casualties: Sirius Black, Amelia Bones, Percy Weasley, Professors Flitwick and Sprout. But no casualty was as famous as Albus Dumbledore. He had been betrayed and murdered by Severus Snape, former Potions Master and Head of Slytherin House.

It had been Dumbledore’s death more than anything that sparked Harry’s desire and thirst for justice. He had set off on his quest to destroy Voldemort along with his friends, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger and Ginny Weasley. Voldemort didn’t make it easy, though. Not only did the Dark Lord launch a final assault on Hogwarts, but he had also set up 6 objects to store his soul known as Horcruxes. They had to be destroyed before any attempt to kill the Dark Lord could be made. But Harry and his friends were successful. Even though the final battle was bloody and vicious, Harry triumphed over Voldemort. He managed to destroy the Dark Lord once and for all.

It had been a year later that Harry and Ginny had started dating again, although it was more of an unofficial engagement than their relationship at Hogwarts had been. During their search for Voldemort’s horcruxes, their relationship had deepened. But to say it had deepened would be too much of an understatement. They found out on the night after Ginny’s graduation from Hogwarts that they were bound by their love to each other. Realizing this, they had consummated their love, which only served to strengthen the bond even more.

Harry’s first job after Hogwarts was with the Ministry of Magic. While he wasn’t officially an auror, since he never took his NEWT exams, he did help the Ministry track down the remaining Death Eaters, including Severus Snape. After the Death Eater ranks were broken for good, Harry had taken a job as Seeker with the Chudley Cannons. Ginny, George, and Ron had joined him. Now they were struggling against Puddemere for the League Championship.

Harry and Michael Corner continued their rigorous race for the Snitch. Harry leaned forward to give himself a burst of extra speed. Corner followed suit and Harry knew some sort of distraction would have to take place if either of them was going to capture the Snitch. That distraction came at the appropriate time. Another Bludger sailed toward the two Seekers. Harry was able to dodge it, but Corner was so focused on the Snitch that he didn’t even see the Bludger when it slammed into his body, knocking him from his broom to the field.

Now free of any competition, Harry was simply able to lean forward and clasp his hand over the Snitch. The whistle sounded and a tremendous roar originated from the stands. “CHUDLEY CANNONS WIN, 190-40! THE CANNONS HAVE WON THE CHAMPIONSHIP!”

Harry hoped to land under his own power, but his teammates ensured that he wouldn’t. Still on their brooms, they swarmed over him, forcing him to the ground on their terms. Harry saw wave after wave of orange clad Cannons supports move onto the field and toward the jubilant team. Harry tried to break away from the celebration, but Ron and George hoisted him onto their shoulders as they prepared to walk a victory lap around the stadium. Anybody could see that the Puddemere players, including…no, especially Wood, were disappointed. They threw their brooms down angrily after they landed and scowls formed across their faces as the Cannons continued their celebration.

After five minutes on his teammates’ shoulders, Harry was finally able to get down only to be targeted by the legions of fans. He was sure that one of the Cannons fans wasn’t as fanatical as the rest. In fact, he was sure that the non-orange clad fan had made her way over to Ron to hug him. After all, Hermione Granger never liked Quidditch that much, let alone flying. But Ron Weasley was her boyfriend and wanted to support him however she could.

After what seemed like an eternity, the teammates and fans dissipated, allowing Harry a chance to breathe. He didn’t have long before he was enveloped in another hug, this time from Ginny. But he didn’t settle for only a hug. He tilted her face toward his and they kissed.

“Get a room, you two!” a voice mocked good naturedly. They broke apart reluctantly and hurried to join their teammates in the Chudley locker room.

To say that the Cannons were happy about the championship was an understatement. Normally, after a win, only loud singing or cheers would be in the locker room before the shower stalls were used. This time, mugs of firewhiskey and butterbeer were being passed around just as Harry and Ginny entered the locker room.

“Nobody’s to drink until our star seeker has a drink!” Ron demanded, grinning. He held two mugs in his hand. “Butterbeer or firewhiskey?”

“Butterbeer, I think,” Harry said, taking the mug in Ron’s right hand. Before Ron could object, Ginny seized the firewhiskey and began to gulp it greedily. She came up for air and grinned wickedly at her brother.

Ron opened his mouth to try another objection, but was answered with a firewhiskey being thrust into his hand. “Ron Weasley, you had better drink it now. I don’t think you want to keep your girlfriend waiting,” Charles McKinnon grinned.

Harry watched the celebration unfold as he put an arm over Ginny’s shoulders. As the Seeker, he was content to let the celebration go on forever. But since he was also the coach (first player to hold the position of coach at the same time), he had other responsibilities to fulfill. After ten more minutes of drinking, singing, laughter and poor attempts at dancing, Harry cleared this throat. That didn’t get their attention. He tried again, but they still ignored him.

Ginny sighed and gave him a look that said quite clearly, \'must I do everything\'? She took out her wand and a red light filled the room. That attracted their attention. “Finally! First, great win everybody! Congratulations on an excellent season, but I don’t plan on surrendering the trophy anytime soon, do you?” He was met with a chorus of no’s. “Good. So have a safe summer, but make sure you keep in shape. Make sure all the equipment and game uniforms have been turned in. You make take your practice uniforms home as usual, but don’t forget them once practice starts back up in June!”

He was surprised that it didn’t take them long to turn in everything they were supposed to. Some post-game celebrations had lasted almost six hours before. This celebration hadn’t lasted fifteen minutes. But he wasn’t one to look a gift thestral in the mouth. At least he would be able to double check that the equipment was turned in. He would also be able to hold a private celebration with Ginny like they had planned on doing if Chudley won the championship.

Ginny helped him organize the equipment: the game uniforms, the Snitch, the Quaffle, and the Bludgers. Harry checked off the uniform numbers on the uniform list. The only two game uniforms that hadn’t been checked off that he could see were his and Ginny’s and they were still wearing them. That was going to change in a matter of minutes.

He looked around. “Is that everything? Did anybody else leave anything here?”

Ginny looked around her immediate area and then the locker room and the shower area. It was basically empty. “I think that’s everything.”

He grinned. “Good. That means there shouldn’t be any interruptions, let alone any excuses for interruptions.” He cast a Silencing Charm on the locker room and locked the door. While they had exhibited an exhibitionist attitude before, they didn’t want any other players, fans or Rita Skeeter walking in on them. Harry could just imagine the articles Skeeter would write if she caught them in such a compromising position. He quickly cast an animagus detection spell, a useful spell to find out if there were any unregistered animagi waiting around. The wand tip glowed blue and he sighed with relief. Rita Skeeter was not going to be around, at least this time.

“Then why do you still have your uniform on, Harry?” Ginny asked, wrapping her arms around him. Their lips met in a gentle kiss.

“Look who’s talking,” he countered, his hands touching the cloth of her Quidditch uniform.

“I’m sure that can be rectified.” She pulled her uniform over her head, exposing her half-naked body. Harry followed suit.

“I never get tired of looking at that,” he said softly, kissing her again.

“You see it every day,” Ginny laughed gently.

“I know. Like I said, I never get tired of looking at your body,” he countered teasingly. His hands reached up to the clasp on her bra and undid it. She let her bra fall to the locker room fall, baring her breasts. Harry gently caressed them while trailing kisses along her face and neck.

Their underwear soon followed the rest of their clothes on the floor. Harry moved to bring her closer to him, but she put her hands up on his bare chest. “Perhaps we had better get cleaned up first.”

He reluctantly allowed her to break apart. \'Don’t worry\', her voice echoed in his mind, \'I intend to have some fun in the shower.\'

\'I can’t wait\', he mentally replied, grinning. Right after his sixth year and shortly before he began the quest to find Voldemort’s horcruxes, Harry and Ginny had reaffirmed their love for each other. Actually, it was more one-sided than that. Ginny had been forthcoming about her feelings and she had made Harry realize what an idiot he had been by breaking up with her, actually trying to break up with her. While they didn’t have sex at that moment, their intimacy had opened up new levels of communication between them. They were able to sense each other’s thoughts and it got to the point where they could communicate with their minds toward each other. This helped him master nonverbal spells and she was able to learn them as well. While they knew Ron and Hermione were close, they suspected they had never reached that point yet.

Their telepathic connection continued to gain strength during their quest. In fact, during one night of heaving kissing and cuddling, their love for each other had been so strong that it had broken through Voldemort’s Occlumency skills. The only thing indicating the Dark Lord’s pain was Harry’s scar. Harry had found out that whenever the Dark Lord was showing signs of emotion, he was able to detect that emotion through his scar. At first, Harry and Ginny thought nothing of this. But as these occurrences continued to happen, they thought of a strategy that could keep the Dark Lord off-balance. They would use their love to continue to cause him pain, almost what Voldemort did to Harry during his fifth year. It was during the quest that Harry finally understood the power that he possessed and the power that Voldemort could not understand.

The connection between them had other, more sensual purposes as well. Ginny had first been alerted to Harry’s arrival at the Burrow with his thoughts in her mind. She had embraced him as he walked through the door. Their telepathic communication allowed them to keep part of their attention on each other during the course of the evening. When the party was over, Ginny dragged Harry away from the others. She wanted them to make love that night. They were able to project their sensual desires to each other. Ginny knew Harry’s fantasy was to have sex in a locker room, while Ginny longed for constant, night-long sex during their honeymoon, whenever it would be.


Ginny reached the shower stall first and turned on the shower. Steamy water shot out and began to envelop her body. Harry joined her and hugged her from behind. \'Allow me\', he said to her and reached for the soap. Lathering his hands, he then began to apply the soap all over her body. She moaned as he worked on her breasts, chest, neck, arms and legs.


Ginny never tired of his hands exploring her body…and that was just when they took showers or baths together. His hands would act much more intimately when they did other things. She felt his soap-covered hands rub her back, her belly, her breasts, her legs. He lovingly made sure every inch of her was clean. Her only clue that she had been completely washed by him was the removal of his hands from her body. She grunted in frustration. She never wanted his hands to leave her body. She would have to compensate.


Turning around to face him, she grinned wickedly again. \'My turn\', she thought. She took the soap that he had just used and began to return the favor. She started with his cock. His facial expression caused her to grin again. He always reacted like that to her touch. She knew what buttons to push and she pushed them often.


The water cooled down considerably, but they were turning on other sources of heat themselves. They finished washing themselves, but seemed to be content in letting the water continue to run. As Harry gently guided her to the wall, he had the presence of mind to turn the shower off. Water continued to drip a little from the shower head, but he had turned his attention back to where it belonged: Ginny. She moaned as Harry pinned to the wall. She spread her legs, sending a clear invitation for a complete plunge by his cock.


“Potter is my king,” she began as she felt his wonderful cock enter her body.


Little did they know that they were about to have unexpected company. As they were finishing their shower, Ron Weasley had arrived just outside of the locker room. He and Hermione had about to have their own private celebration when he remembered that he needed to return his own uniform. Ron had left the locker room party still wearing his uniform. He knew Harry had to have noticed its absence by now. He was holding it over his arm as he tried to open the door. It was locked. He tried opening it again, but it was still locked.


\'Wonderful\', he thought. But he wasn’t about to panic. After all, he was a wizard, and no locked door was going to prevent him from returning the uniform. If Harry had left by now, he would find him later and tell him that he had returned the uniform. He took out his wand and whispered the spell that Hermione had taught them: “Alohamora.” The door unlocked and swung open, granting him access.


He noticed that the lights weren’t on, which wasn’t that unusual. What was unusual was the fact that two sets of uniforms were on the floor along with other clothes. Did Harry forget to put them away? However, as he took a closer look at them his face paled. The numbers were 7 and 14 and he knew those were the uniform numbers for Harry and Ginny. It didn’t help his nerves when he saw Ginny’s bra lying next to her panties. \'I hope they’re not doing what I think they’re doing\', he thought, grimacing.


But they were. He heard Ginny’s voice cry out, “Potter is my king.” Ron’s first instinct was to run. He wanted to drop his uniform right there and run, but it was almost as though a basilisk had petrified him. His feet refused to move as he heard Ginny continue to cry out. “He always puts his quaffle in. He always finds a way to win.” Ron didn’t have to take long to guess what Ginny meant by “Harry’s quaffle.”


Perverse curiosity got the better of him. Perhaps it was merely a muggle recording device…a tape pooler, or whatever it was called. But he knew the chances of that were slim. He sneaked to the shower stalls slowly and silently. Ginny would do more than send a Bat Bogey hex at him if she caught him spying on her.


His worst fears were realized. Ginny was back against the wall, her eyes closed as Harry pounded her. Ron watched Harry lick her breasts as his cock continued to slide in and out of her easily. His voyeuristic tendency continued as Ginny moved. She was now facing the wall and Harry was about to enter her from the rear. Ron definitely closed his eyes. He had seen enough, actually he had seen more than enough. Instinctively he dropped his uniform on the locker room floor and Disapparated with a crack.


Ginny and Harry were too wrapped up in each other to have heard anybody. Ginny cried out as her orgasm rocked her body, triggering Harry’s orgasm. \'Thank Merlin for that class in fifth year\', she thought as she panted heavily, her body’s reactions slowing down. Harry was panting as well as he withdrew from her body.


\'I couldn’t agree more\', he replied mentally. \'That was some celebration, wasn’t it?\'


\'It sure was\', she replied lustfully. \'Did you like my song?\'


\'Yes. You can command my body any day because you are my queen, Ginny Weasley.\'


She giggled as they continued to hold each other. Breaking their telepathic communication, she said out loud, “Perhaps we had better get dressed now.”


Harry reluctantly agreed. As they made their way to their lockers, they stopped suddenly as they saw the third uniform on the ground. “I must have missed a uniform,” he concluded.


Ginny picked it up and said, “This wasn’t here…oh Merlin! This was Ron’s!”


Harry’s skin turned as white as Nearly Headless Nick. “He must’ve seen and heard everything!”


“My guess is that we traumatized him. But next time, use a stronger locking spell.”


THE END (of this story)