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Confessions of a Horny Harpie	By : ODB Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Het - Male/Female Views: 30502 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter 6

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Bit more Quidditch in this one and Ginny continues to show her improving skills as well as her worsening morals. What a naughty girl!

Ginny and her friends soon proved that their first game hadn’t been a fluke as they proceeded to win the next two. Sadly, they were narrowly beaten in their fourth by a Puddlemere United team defending the title. Even then, they’d given the champions a good game and the press were now raving about the sexy witches on brooms who had taken the league by storm. Gwenog was practically skipping around the place as attendance at the games had skyrocketed and they were selling merchandise as fast as it could be made.

With the Harpies sitting comfortably in the third in the league, they were further boosted by the news that in the cup first round they’d drawn a non-league side call the Boxhill Boxers who they were confident they could beat with one hand tied behind their backs. As Gwenog had said, a good cup run would be vital and it looked like they would be off to a good start.

The next game would be a hard one against a skilled Wimbourne Wasps team. Unusually for the Wasps, this season they had a squad exclusively made up of wizards although their manager had been keen to stress that this had not been a deliberate policy and they would have had two witches on the team if one hadn’t been forced to retire early due to injury and the other had unexpectedly slapped in a transfer request.

The weather was foul on match day but this didn’t seem to deter the fans and, for the first time in years, it was a sell-out. The attendance was probably helped by the fact that the Wasps had three international players on their team, including Herbert Jenkins, one of the England team's star chasers. The new Harpies had all been excited about the prospect of meeting the handsome young man as he had a reputation of being excellent not only on the pitch but between the sheets, too. There would be some competition to see who could snare him after the game.

Unfortunately, the game did not go well for the Harpies and the inexperienced team was finding themselves being overrun. It was not helped by the fact that Demelza was out injured and they were forced to rely on the dubious talents of their reserve chaser, Gemma Munroe. Sadly, her first name was all she shared with their skilful team captain and Munroe was proving herself to be more of a hindrance than a help. After an hour's play, the Harpies found themselves down by 200 points to just 60, with Ginny scoring five of the goals. Their only hope now was for Adele to grab the snitch.

A massive cheer from the Harpie supporters alerted Ginny to the fact the snitch had made an appearance. As luck would have it, the Wasps’ seeker was on the wrong side of the pitch and Adele was in a perfect position to grab it. Just as the pretty young witch was about to grab the golden ball, Ginny noticed at the opposite end of the pitch Jenkins dive towards the Harpies hoops and throw the quaffle just beyond Mable’s desperately reaching hand.

“Adele, don’t grab the snitch yet!” Ginny cried, but it was too late. The half-French witch had already snatched the snitch, bringing the game to an end.

The Harpies all gather around to congratulate Adele but none of them were sure if they should be celebrating or not. Draws were so rare in Quidditch that no one really knew how to react in the event one occurred.

“Hey, we were being slaughtered out there,” their captain Gemma announced as they slowly started to fly back to the stand. “A draw is a bloody good result in the circumstances.”

“Yeah, and we’ll have Demz back for the next game. That will be a massive bonus,” Gracie said loudly, glaring at the captain’s namesake who was hanging her head in shame. If the Harpies had one major weakness, it was their lack of strength in depth.

“Never mind, let’s get cleaned up and then hit the bar. I need a drink,” Gemma announced, something Ginny could definitely agree with.

In fact, she was so desperate for alcohol that she was out of the baths before the other players and had downed her first Firewhisky before anyone else had made an appearance at the bar. She had just ordered her second when a tall, ruggedly handsome man with blonde hair walked up and leaned against the bar next to her, favouring her with a dazzling smile.

“Ginny Weasley? Hi, I’m Herbert Jenkins. I just wanted to come over and say hi. You flew really well out there today.”

“I know who you are,” she replied, smiling back at him. “Thank you. That’s quite a compliment from the league's highest-scoring chaser last season.”

“I reckon I’ve got a bit of competition this year. That second goal you scored was brilliant.”

“Cheers, but you were running rings around us. Grabbing the snitch was the only hope we had.”

“Fancy a fuck?”

“Sure, I’d love to.”

The two chasers knocked back their drinks and rapidly left the bar. As Ginny led the man back to her accommodation, they cheerful chatted about the game and who they thought would win the league that year. They were still talking when they entered Ginny’s room and as they disrobed. Only when they stood naked before each other did their minds turn to other things.

“Wow, I’ve got lucky tonight, haven’t I?” Herbert announced, gazing at her naked form appreciatively.

“I haven’t done badly, either,” she said, placing a hand on her hip as she admired what was hanging between the man’s legs.

Grinning madly, Herbert stepped forward and took her into his arms. They began to kiss passionately, his hands cupping Ginny’s bum as their tongues began to snake around each other’s.

As their naked flesh rubbed together, Ginny became more and more excited. Desperate to move things along, she pushed him away slightly before dropping to her knees. His cock was stiff by now and pointed upwards with his shaft slightly curved. With trembling fingers, she grasped the pulsating dick and ran her tongue over his shiny helmet. Herbert gasped as she eagerly licked his meat.

“Merlin’s balls, I love playing the Harpies!”

Hungrily, she took his thick cock between her lips and began to suck it. There was nothing she loved more than having a hard dick in her mouth and she moaned with pleasure as she slid her lips up and down his long shaft. Herbert stroked her hair as he stood and watched her devouring his manhood, his breathing becoming increasingly heavy.

“Let’s sixty-nine,” he suggested after a while.

Ginny nodded happily and dragged him over to the bed. Herbert laid down with his dick pointing upwards and she carefully knelt over him. After a little adjustment, she lowered herself down so her face was directly over his knob. Even as she resumed sucking his big cock she felt his tongue slowly drag against her pussy. She purred with delight as he started to eat her cunt, his skill quickly becoming evident.

They lay there for some time, pleasuring each other. They moaned and groaned as they tried to drive each other wild with lust. After a few drops of pre-cum dripped into Ginny’s mouth, she found she could take no more. Rolling off the man, she quickly swivelled around and threw her leg over his body.

“I need your cock in me,” she snarled.

Not waiting for an answer, she lowered herself down and let his dick slide into her wet cunt. She shuddered with delight as he penetrated deeply. Herbert pulled her down so her hands were resting on either side of his chest and managed to bend his knees. He then began to slam his dick into her hard.

Ginny howled with approval as her fellow chaser began to brutally fuck her. He placed his hands on her hips so he could push her even harder onto his dick and she loved it. True, she’d been very lucky and had yet to have anything approaching a bad shag up to this point. Even after she’d taken Hamish’s advice and not picked the same Horndog twice, the two groupies she’d selected had both been very proficient. Herbert was the first player from a different team that she’d had sex with and it looked like her run of success in selecting lovers was holding.

The bed shook as the blonde-haired man rammed his dick into her at a ferocious rate. Her tits swung about wildly as he tried to roger her to death and she screamed with joy as her first orgasm on the evening hit her.

“Let’s change position,” he gasped. “I want to do you doggy style.”

Not needing any further encouragement, Ginny rolled off him and got down onto her hands and knees. Moments later, Herbert rammed his cock back into her and resumed his pitiless assault on her cunt with his prick. Damn, this bloke knew how to fuck!

They were both gasping for air when Herbert backed away. Ginny collapsed on the bed and looked back at him with her eyes blazing with lust. The really good thing was that she’d discovered a loophole in that professionally registered players could stay in the Harpies accommodation block overnight and were excluded from having to leave before midnight like the Horndogs. They could fuck all night if they wanted to!

“Hey, I want to try something,” Herbert said while walking over to his discarded clothes. He retrieved his wand and stalked towards her with a mischievous grin on his face.

“What are you up to?” Ginny demanded as he rolled her onto her front. Her eyes widened as he tapped her arse with his wand twice. “Wait a minute! I recognise that spell. My friend taught me that, it’s to make anal sex easier, isn’t it?”

“Ah, you know it, do you?”

“Yeah, I do, but I’ve never used it before. Who said you could fuck me up my arse?”

“You say you’ve never tried it? How do you know you won’t enjoy it, then? I’ve done loads of birds up the bum and they’ve all loved it.”

“Umm, I don’t know.”

“That charm really does make all the difference,” he assured her. “Look, just try it and if it starts to hurt I promise I’ll immediately stop.”

“Well… okay. I warn you, though, if you don’t stop if I tell you I’ll hex you into the middle of next week.”

“I promise.”

Reluctantly, Ginny raised herself up on her hands and knees again. Herbert came and knelt behind her again with an eager expression on his face. A moment later, Ginny felt the bulbous head of his dick pressing against her anus. Then, with a grunt, he pushed himself into her.

“Oh. OH! Fuck, that feels weird,” Ginny gasped, her eyes bulging out of her head.

“Shit, that amazing,” Herbert exclaimed, his voice quivering.

Slowly, the man pushed more of his dick into her arse. Ginny had never felt anything like it and couldn’t decide if she liked it or not. Once Herbert started to slide his cock in and out of her hole that soon changed.

“Oh, yeah, that’s starting to feel good,” she moaned.

“I told you, didn’t I?”

“Yeah, you can go a bit faster if you like.”

Grunting with each thrust, the man began to hump her starfish roughly. It was at that point that Ginny caught sight of herself in the full-length mirror propped up against the far wall. After her adventure with Hamish, she’d discovered that she loved watching herself getting fucked and purchased the larger mirror. Her reflection was flushed and she was amused by the way her tits swung backwards and forwards as Herbert shafted her. Still, it wasn’t the best position to watch herself.

“Change position,” she ordered. “Get on your back again.”

Her lover did as he was told and lay down on the bed. Shaking her hair, Ginny shuffled into position facing the mirror. She scuffled like a crab until she was over him and reached down with one hand and grabbed his dick, lining it up with her arse. Then, watching her reflection eagerly, she lowered herself down and grinned at the sight of the massive cock sliding up her arsehole.

Ginny laughed in delight as she watched herself taking it up the arse in a reverse cowgirl position. She slammed her butt cheeks down hard against him, driving his thick shaft into her back passage time and time again. The sight of her wet, empty pussy and her ring being stretched amazed her and she wished they could have taken a picture of her in this position. That would have been something to treasure.

“Ginny, I… oh, fuck, I’m coming!” Herbert yelled.

Before she could react, Herbert grabbed her hips and ground himself into her, wailing loudly as he ejaculated. He was practically sobbing as he emptied himself into her, a process that seemed to take a long time.

Only when she was certain that he was finished, Ginny slowly raised her hips and let his spent cock slide out of her back passage. Her eyes widened as she watching the mirror as great blobs of spunk began to drip out of her arsehole. She couldn’t help but smirk at the sight.

“Bloody hell, I need a minute,” Herbert announced, crawling up the bed and resting his head on a pillow. “You’re certainly something, Miss Weasley.”

“Thank you. You’re pretty good yourself, Mr Jenkins.”

“I do try,” he said, chuckling. “Give me a few minutes and I’ll be ready to go again.”

“Mmm, multiple shags! Lucky me. I heard you had pretty impressive stamina.”

“You haven’t seen anything yet. Do you know, Lucy Collins, one of the chasers for the Wigtown Wanders? Last season I fucked her four times in a row. That’s my record.”

Ginny stared at him. “I fucking hate the Wigtown Wanders. You shagged that slut four times, did you? You’d better get hard quickly, Jenkins, ‘cos you’ll be doing me five times tonight. I’m not losing to one of those bitches.”

“Sounds like a challenge,” he agreed.

Not wanting to wait for the man to become erect, Ginny scampered down the bed and began to suck his cock. It was only after he began to stiffen that she remembered where the thing had just been. Oh, well, she thought, it was too late to worry about that now.

It was around half-past three in the morning when Herbert gave one final agonised cry and weakly spurted a short blast of cum into Ginny’s pussy. He then toppled slowly onto his side and began to cradle his battered cock in his hand.

“We did it! We did it! We fucked five times in a row!” Ginny yelled, bouncing up and down on the bed.

“How can you still even move?” he moaned. “Oh, my poor cock. It will be another month before I can get it up again, I swear.”

“Oh, stop whining. You just got to fuck a hot witch five times, what are you complaining about?”

“Ginny, I’m in agony here. My dick feels like it’s on fire.”

“Oh, you don’t feel like going for six then?” she asked, reaching for his droopy prick. He slapped her hand away.

“Don’t touch it,” he begged. “I’m done for the night. No more cock for you, Weasley.”

“Awe,” she complained.

Herbert crawled up the bed and let his head collapse into the pillow. His eyes began to close.

“I need some sleep,” he slurred. “You know, Ginny, I think you’re going to have to start shagging more than one bloke at a time. A single guy just can’t keep up with you.”

With that, Jenkins went still. Within seconds, he began to softly snore. Ginny watched him sleep for a while before a wide grin crept onto her face.

“No, that’s an idea,” she said, before crawling beneath the sheets and turning the light out. She slipped into a content sleep almost instantly.
“Okay, girls, quieten down,” Gwenog ordered. The conversation died down as she glared at the assembled Harpies.

“What’s this meeting all about, boss?” Gemma called.

“Glad you asked. We’re here so I can detail our arrangements for the Christmas break.”

A murmur of excitement went around the room. There was an extended break in the Quidditch season during Christmas and most clubs used the time to host a training camp, normally overseas at some warm location. Most players considered it a perk.

“Now, you lot have excelled this season beyond my wildest dreams. I would have been delighted if we were mid-table at this point, let alone third! Sadly, I think the championship is beyond us this year, but we’re in the quarterfinals of the cup. Even more importantly, we’re starting to make money again. Oh, we’re not out of the woods yet, but I’m pleased to confirm that all you girls on probationary contracts will be offered professional ones in the coming weeks.”

“Yes!” Gracie cried in joy.

“Yeah, I thought you’d be pleased. Anyway, we wanted to do something a bit special for you mob this year during the winter break. We had a bit of luck and a wealthy supporter had offered the use of his private residence. It’s a huge place with plenty of room for us to practice, too. Pack your bags, ladies, you’re off to Barbados.”

A huge cheer rang around the room. Ginny was bouncing in her seat with excitement. She’d always wanted to visit the Caribbean.

“Now, while we’re out there, we’re also going to take care of another little matter, namely the swimsuit calendar,” Gwenog continued. “We’ll have the use of a private beach out there so we’re going to arrange for a professional photographer to join us. Make sure you don’t scoff too much Christmas dinner, girls, because I’ll need you looking your best.”

“Not a problem for me, boss, I always look fabulous,” Gracie yelled.

“Yeah, yeah, Collins, I’m glad you’re so enthusiastic about it as we’re going to try something a bit different this year.”

The assembled Harpies all looked at their manager curiously.

“These calendars are always a big seller for us and with you lot I expect that we’re going to break sales records. Nevertheless, the club still needs every Knut that it can get. We’ve decided, therefore, that we’re going to shoot two different calendars this year, with the second one being offered exclusively to fan club members. We’re going to sell it for twice the price of the normal ones.”

“Why? What’s going to be so special about these exclusive calendars?” Gemma asked suspiciously.

“They're going to be special because you girls are going to pose topless for them.”

There was a stunned silence before the whole room burst into noise. Gwenog banged her fist on the table to restore order.

“Don’t give me that shit,” she snarled. “I know you bunch of sluts don’t have any problems flashing your knockers about! Well, the club needs income and it’s time you girls stepped up and did your bit. We need you to get your tits out so just get used to the idea.”

“Boss,” Georgina Hampton called, nervously standing up, “I’m sorry. I’m happy to pose for the swimsuit edition, but I’m not going topless. Doing that could cost me my marriage.”

Hampton was the only married woman in the whole team and it was an unwritten law that she did not join in with the depravity that the rest of the team got up to.

“Couldn’t you…” Gwenog began.

“No,” the witch said firmly and sat back down with her arms crossed.

“Bugger, we’re a girl short now,” Gwenog noted. “Even with all the reserves, we need someone else to pose.”

“Well, that’s easily sorted,” Gemma said. “You can pose, boss.”

“Yeah, you’ve still got a cracking set of bongos,” Gracie cried.

“We’ll do it if you do,” Ginny added.

Gwenog glared at them all for a moment before sighing. She looked down at her chest.

“I guess I can’t expect you bunch to do something that I won’t, eh? Oh well, I suppose it’s not like I haven’t got them out in public before. I once flashed one of the Montrose Magpies’ chasers just as he was about to score. Made the bugger fall off his broom, and all.”

Everybody laughed, including Ginny. In truth, she wasn’t too bothered about the idea of having pictures of her topless. There was just one problem – what the hell was she going to tell her mother?

On the spot, Ginny decided exactly what she would do. She would lie through her teeth.

“Those uniforms you wear are a bloody disgrace. They’re bringing the game into disrepute.”

Ginny stared at the angry face of her brother Ron. She’d just stepped through the door of The Burrow and he was already starting in on her. She would have just hexed him but it was Christmas.

“I didn’t design the damn things, Ron. Besides, I look pretty hot in mine.”

“Stop it, you two,” Molly Weasley snapped, intent on separating the warring siblings. “I must say though, Ginny, those uniforms are rather revealing.”

“They allow us perfectly unrestricted movement. Those old uniforms were heavy and really limit your freedom of action. I expect other teams will be wearing something similar next season,” she bullshitted. The Harpies' outfits had been designed to show as much flesh as possible and no other reason.

“Not the Cannons,” Ron grunted.

“Well, they’re bound to be relegated this season so who cares what they wear?”

Ron just scowled at her.

“We think you look great, sis,” Fred pipped up. “In fact, we were planning on stocking those swimsuit calendars the Harpies push out every year. They’ll be published soon, right? Have you already posed for it?”

Ginny groaned. The malicious grin on his face suggested that Fred knew exactly what he was doing by dragging up the subject of the calendar. She could almost feel her mother stiffening.

“Ginny, you’re not thinking of appearing in that disgusting thing, are you?” she demanded.

“Oh, don’t be a stick in the mud, Mum. I won’t be showing any more flesh than I would be at the beach. The Harpies do this every year and no one thinks twice about it.”

Molly Weasley just tutted and turned back to the cake that she was making. Ginny took the opportunity to glare at Fred and mouth ‘you’re dead’ to him. He just grinned unrepentantly.

“You must be pleased with the way the season’s gone, though,” George said, obviously trying to play the peacemaker. “You’re the second-highest scorer in the league, aren’t you?”

“Yeah, I can’t see me catching number one, though. Still, I just put quill to parchment the other day and signed a professional contract and that’s what I really cared about.”

“Congrats, sis! I expect that makes you the highest earner out of all of us.”

“Probably,” she agreed, enjoying the angry expression that appeared on Ron’s face. “Still, I’ll only be a Quidditch player for ten years or so, so I have to make my money while I can.”

“As Fred said, we’re happy to stock any merchandise that features our little baby sister. I would prefer it if you kept your clothes on, though.”

“Oh, ha, ha.”

It was just as well that she was so accomplished at pulling the wool over her brothers’ eyes otherwise she would have probably grimaced when George made that last comment. The topless calendars were only meant to be sold to fan club members, but she didn’t doubt for a second that many of them would be resold at a considerable mark-up. Anyone with enough money would be able to see her with her jugs out.

“So, where are you going for winter camp,” Bill, who had sensibly been staying out of the conversation, asked.

“Barbados.”

“Really? Lucky you!”

“Oi, I visited the Caribbean when I was a leetle girl,” Fleur, Bill's beautiful girlfriend revealed. “You will love et, Ginny.”

“Thanks, Fleur.”

She smiled at the radiant blonde and found that she was no longer resentful of the beautiful witch. Ginny had always despised her, not only for stealing her favourite brother away from her but also for just being so intimidatingly gorgeous. Still, Ginny was no longer a flat-chested, skinny tomboy with a face full of freckles and, besides, when you got as much cock as she did, how could she be resentful about another woman’s looks?

“I’m going upstairs,” Ron announced and stomped up the stairs.

Ginny watched him go. He really was a jealous prick. He’d been resentful when she managed to get a trial with a major club when he hadn’t. Come to think of it, he’d been angry when she’d obtained much better exam results at Hogwarts, too. He’d virtually stopped studying after his girlfriend at the time dumped him. As she’d been scholarly, he’d deliberately skived off just to annoy her. What a prick.

“Oh, this is going to be a magical Christmas, I just know it!” Fred cried as soon as Ron left the room.

Ginny sighed. She’d be staying at home until Boxing Day after which she would be leaving for winter camp.

Frankly, she couldn’t wait to go.
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