Harry wasn't about to refuse. His love of Quidditch was deep and appealed on many levels. He loved the tactics of the game, the feeling of the wind whipping past his ears. But one thing, he'd not confessed to was his fellow players.
It had been an accident. Well, the first time. While swooping around looking for the snitch, he'd caught a magnificent view of Angelina's sumptuous ass. In moments his erection pressed against his own broomstick, he admired her powerful thighs gripping her broomstick. He imagined himself being ridden like that broomstick, under her command and intimate control.
Now, all he needed to do was suggest some exercises for their flying. Formation flying, with him sticking as close to Cho as he could, or following in her path as closely as possible. Disappearing into their tents to change. Harry slipped out the rule book.
Cho Chang has a fetish for not wearing underwear.
The words hung on the page for a moment, but faded into the blank page before he could change his mind.
He finished putting on his Quidditch strip, and left to see Cho already waiting for him. There was a complex smile on her face, which Harry took as guilty self-indulgence.
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