QUICK FIC: Everyone Wants Harry Part 11: Learn to Fly (Harry Potter)

“Bye, Ginny," Harry said, watching his ex-girlfriend walk away and sneaking a peek at her arse as he did. "We'll talk soon about our practice schedule." She gave him a wave and continued walking, and Harry watched her arse for a few seconds more before turning back to Jessie and Demelza, who were watching him with interest. Demelza was blushing as she met his eyes, but Jessie licked her lips and gave him a flirty grin that left no doubt about what kind of bond she wanted to form with him.

“Sorry, girls, but I already promised that I would stay out here after our tryouts ended and help Hogwarts’ new flying instructor give the 1st year Gryffindors and Ravenclaws their first flying lesson,” Harry said apologetically. He looked over in front of the stands, seeing the two groups of 1st-year students lined up and listening to their flying instructor as she stood in front of them and explained things. Well, some of them were listening to her. He noticed others looking his way, giggling, pointing, and whispering to their friends. Harry rolled his eyes. Dealing with a bunch of awestruck 1st years might be a bit of a chore, but it was the least he could do to help out an old friend and quidditch teammate.

“You’re too nice, Harry,” Jessie said. “But I guess that’s why everybody likes you so much, huh?” She put her hand on his shoulder and leaned in to whisper in his ear. “Maybe we can bond next time.” She turned and began her walk back into the castle, and with her hips wiggling far more than Ginny’s had, Harry was pretty sure she was inviting him to stare at her arse. It would have been rude to refuse.

“Bye, Harry,” Demelza said, giving him a shy smile before making her own walk. Harry gave her a wave before turning and jogging over to fulfill his promise.

With her standing with her back to him while she was talking to the 1st years, Harry got a pretty good look at Katie Bell's arse as he approached. Unfortunately, he wasn't sure his stare was as welcomed by her as it had been by Jessie. She'd been his quidditch teammate for five years, but Katie had never given him any indication that she had any interest in him like that.

A shame, too, because that was one incredible arse, and it looked damn good in the tight trousers she was wearing for the flying lesson.

He lifted his eyes just in time as Katie, having heard the commotion from her students, spun around to face him, her blonde ponytail whipping around with the movement.

“Hi there, Harry!” she said, giving him a bright smile. “Thanks for coming!”

“Of course,” he said, smiling back at her. “Anything for a friend.”

“You hear that, children?” Katie said playfully. “Your flying instructor is a friend—and former teammate—of Harry Potter himself! So you better pay attention to what I say, yeah?”

“You really should,” Harry chimed in, coming to stand beside her. “Gryffindor never would’ve won three quidditch cups in my five seasons playing here without Katie as one of our chasers.”

“See?” Katie leaned against his side for a few seconds, throwing an arm around his waist in a sort of sideways hug that made him very aware of her breast squishing against him. “You’ll be learning from the best. Harry and I will turn you into expert fliers in no time!” She let go of him and stepped away, and Harry instantly missed the contact. He didn’t remember Katie Bell being this touchy-feely with him, but he didn’t hate it.

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“Good work, everyone!” Katie said as the students passed her and Harry in a line, handing them the school-issued broomsticks they’d been given for their first flying lesson. “A good dozen of you don’t really need to come back for a second lesson, but if you’re anything like I was in my first year, you’ll probably find any excuse to get on a broom. And bonus, maybe Harry will be back to help me again!”

“If you need me, I’ll be here,” Harry promised.

“My hero!” Katie exclaimed. Harry saw some of the 1st year girls whispering to each other and giggling, and a few of them were whispering loudly enough that Harry’s ears picked up something about their flying instructor and ‘the Man-Who-Won’ being boyfriend and girlfriend. Harry grinned. He’d much rather the 1st years whisper about him dating Katie Bell than whisper about the rubbish the papers wrote about his life, past and present.

“Thanks again for helping me, Harry,” Katie said as the two of them started walking side by side to the broomshed, levitating the school broomsticks to follow them. “Getting a bunch of firsties to listen to me would’ve been loads harder without everyone’s hero there with me.”

“You did just fine," Harry said. "I think you could've handled them on your own." She stepped in front of him to open the shed, and Harry stole another look at her big butt as she walked in front of him. Her head whipped over her shoulder, catching him in the act and smirking at him.

“Thanks, but I’m really glad you joined me,” she said, giving him a wink.

They stepped into the broomshed and started putting the school brooms away one by one, each of them taking one side. Certain safety charms had to be placed on the brooms before they were put away, which was actually one of the reasons Katie asked for his help. Performing these charms on each broom one by one was tedious enough for Harry while working on only half of the brooms. Katie having to do every single one by herself would have made for a very boring half hour or so.

“So, what made you decide to take over for Hooch?” Harry asked, making conversation with his old teammate while they worked.

“Well, that whole bit with the cursed necklace in my 7th year kind of fucked up my career prospects,” Katie said quietly. Harry winced at the reminder of that unhappy time. “I did okay on my NEWTs, but not as well as I wanted to. Angelina tried to talk me into going after a career in pro quidditch, but I didn’t have the passion or the talent for that.”

“I can’t speak for the passion, but you were a damn good player,” Harry said. “I bet you could’ve caught on somewhere if you really wanted to.”

“That’s sweet,” Katie said, laughing. “But I’m realistic. I was pretty good for a chaser at the Hogwarts level, but a career in the pros takes more than I had. I don’t have your natural talent, or Oliver’s dedication to being as good as he can be. Hell, even he just now made the starting squad at Puddlemere after all those years as a reserve. I had fun playing quidditch, but my playing days are over. I’m just happy to be able to do something fun like this for a career—and I have great memories at Hogwarts, too, even after that stupid cursed necklace.”

“Well, as long as you’re happy, that’s all that matters,” Harry said.

“I am happy,” Katie said. “I’m also done with the brooms, which means I can do this.” Harry heard her step toward him as he worked on his last two broomsticks, and right when he finished, a hand slapped his arse. He turned around to face her, finding her grinning at him.

“I don’t remember seeing this side of you, Bell,” he said, smiling back. “Not complaining about it, mind.” His chances of being able to stare at Katie’s arse some more, and likely do a lot more besides, seemed to be improving.

“Oh, it was always there,” Katie said. “You were just too oblivious to realize that I fancied you the entire fucking time we were on the team together.”

“You did?” Harry was surprised to hear it. He’d never had a clue!

“Oblivious,” Katie repeated, giggling. “I figured nothing would ever come of my crush on my adorable seeker once I realized you were mooning over Cho Chang. And then Ginny came along, and I was sure she’d never let go of you once she finally had you.” Katie stepped closer, standing right in front of him. She stuck her hand out and placed it on his chest, rubbing it lightly through his shirt. “But I had a chat with her already, and she told me she’s focusing on trying to make a push for pro quidditch. And I don’t know if you realize it, but rumors are already flying about you shagging Lavender Brown, and Romilda Vane, Luna Lovegood, Susan Bones, that one Slytherin with huge tits, and half a dozen other girls beside.”

“I can tell you that not all of those are true,” Harry said with a straight face.

“Yeah, I figured,” Katie said. “I know how rumors work.” She looked up into his eyes and bit her lip while her hand slid lower down his belly, coming close to the top of his trousers. “But I’m betting some of them are true. It’s obvious you’re not the same bloke I went to school with for all those years. You’re more confident now, and I’m sure you’re enjoying having beautiful witches throwing themselves at you left and right, whether to try and earn a betrothal or just to have some fun.” Katie’s hand paused, and she gave him a serious, sexy look. “Well, here’s me throwing my hat in the ring, for whatever you’re up for.”

Her hand slid lower, resting directly on top of his dick as she looked into his eyes, waiting to see how he would react.

What’s Harry’s next move?