La Blue Wizarda HP fanfic by canoncansodoff

Disclaimer: Not my characters, no money being made, etc., etc.

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Chapter 13 – Minder Week

A conjured bucket of cold water was Harry Potter’s first indication that his Quidditch team captain wasn’t about to him to dwell on the previous day’s “octo-incident.”

“What the….?” the young wizard shouted, as he pulled his wand from underneath a soggy pillow and threw open his bed curtains.

“Dressed and downstairs in five, Rookie!” barked Wood. “We’re going to brekkers as a team.”

“That’s not enough time for a shower!”  

“Which is why I just saved you the bother…or would you like me to wash behind your ears as well?”

The First Year student scowled, but nodded his acceptance as he cast drying charms on his pajamas and bed linens.

“Didn’t know you Firsties had learned that spell already,” Ollie stated, as he gawked at the autographed Harpies poster that hung on the wall by Harry’s bed.   When Harry snorted in response, the older boy added, “Oh, so Mummy and Daddy started you off early?”

“Only with the more useful charms and painful hexes,” the black-haired wizard warned. “Oh, and of course, with the broomstick.”

“Yes, well thank Merlin for that,” Wood said crisply.  “Down to four minutes, Rookie.”

“Aye-Aye, Captain!” Harry barked sarcastically, throwing in a military salute for effect.

The first of those four minutes was spent cursing the early hour, and throwing back the pillows that Ron and Seamus had tossed in anger for waking them up so early.  This barely left time to use the loo, dress, and rush down to the Common Room, where most of team had already gathered.

“Morning, Harry,” offered Katie, who was standing by the portal.  “Sleeping with your familiar again?”

“No, what makes you say that?”

“Because you’ve got a bird’s nest in your hair!”

Harry rolled his eyes.  “Well at least I was born with this unruly mop…what’s your excuse Bell?”

Angelina Johnson smirked, then walked up to the green-eyed wizard and ran her fingers through his locks.

“Don’t mind her, sweetheart,” she purred. “I like your bed-head. It gives a witch…ideas.”

Harry closed his eyes and sighed as the dark-skinned witch scraped her nails against his scalp.  It wasn’t that he was turned-on by Angelina’s touch, or by the locker-room language that was par for the course.  The skin contact had just topped-off his energy levels, which gave a certain wizard ideas about where those fingers had been recently.

“Hey Johnson, stop molesting the Ickle Firstie!” protested Fred.

“Yeah, need to keep his mind focused on snitches rather than snatch!” quipped George.

“Watch it, Weasley!” Angelina growled, as her fingers slipped out of Harry’s hair and gripped her wand.

“No thanks, I’m really not into voyeurism.”

“That’s not what your brother says,” quipped Angelina.

George frowned and turned towards his twin.

“Hey, bro…I thought we agreed not to kiss and tell?”

“Alright, put a lid on it!” bellowed Wood, seeing the last of the team emerge from the stairwell to the girls dormitory.  “Spinnet…Greengrass…you’re late!”

“My fault, Captain,” Daphne said with a yawn, as she pulled her long black hair into a loose pony tail.

“No worries, we’ll all just get up a half-hour earlier tomorrow!”

The declaration generated lots of groaning and complaints, as the next day was Sunday.

“Pipe down, pipe down!” Wood bellowed.  “They’ll be plenty of time to get your beauty sleep after the match.”

“So why weren’t you acting like this last year, Captain?” asked Fred.

“Because I was a bloody idiot,” Wood replied, as he pulled a piece of parchment from a pocket. “And now that I’ve learned from my mistakes…here’s the lineup for transit to the Great Hall.  There’ll be four rows of two…Fred and me in front, followed by Potter and Greengrass, Johnson and Spinnet, Bell and George.”

“Oh, Merlin,” whinged Fred.  “So, have you drawn up plays for us to use the loo as well?”

Ollie frowned.  “If that’s what’s needed to keep your nose clean over the next week, then yes.”

“Why would Fred need to worry about a dirty nose in the loo?” quipped Angelina with a smile.

“Hey now…enough of that Johnson!” warned the Third-Year Beater.

“So it’ll be like this all week, then?” Daphne asked.

“Absolutely,” the Captain replied. “For the next eight days we’re going to take meals as a team, train as a team, and study as a team.  And when we aren’t walking together as a team, you’ll have minders to help you get to your classes.”

“Minders?” Harry asked.

Wood looked at his watch and nodded.  “Should be here by now, actually.  Form up, then…off we go.”

Three members of the Ravenclaw Quidditch team were indeed on the other side of the Fat Lady’s portrait, ready to escort the Gryffindors down to the Great Hall. Two took the lead with wand drawn, while the third brought up the rear with a pair of omnioculars hanging from her head.

The trip provided just enough time for Ollie to explain what was going on to Harry and Daphne (who now had a buffer of four witches and wizards both front and back).  Hufflepuff’s hopes to win the Cup for the first time in four decades had been dashed the year previous, when its Keeper and Seeker were ambushed by a group of Slytherin students a few days before the deciding match.  While nobody had been seriously injured, Snape just happened to be the first Professor on the scene, and decided that every participant in the fight would receive weekend detentions, regardless of who started the fight.

The fact that none of the involved Slytherin students played for their house team was lost on no one…especially on game day, when the Badgers (playing without their starting seeker and keeper) were trounced.

This year, the captains of the non-Slytherin teams weren’t taking any chances.  During the week before any of the three teams played against the Snakes, the other two teams would go on “minder duty,” and escort that team’s players whenever they were in common areas of the Castle.  These escorts were tasked with providing “independent” witness to any confrontation with a Slytherin.  The minders would also be the first to draw wands (if need be), so that any detentions assigned after the fact wouldn’t affect that weekend’s match.

There wasn’t much discussion about the previous night within the ranks; everyone in Gryffindor House already knew about Hermione Granger’s “medical leave of absence”, thanks to a late-night meeting in the Common Room called by their Head of House.  Not everyone in the other houses were as well-informed though, so the dull roar of rumors and wild tales being told over eggs and bacon grew even louder when Harry and his teammates arrived at the Great Hall.  Most of the students were already there (despite the early Saturday morning hour) anxious to talk about the “prank” and the troll.  

In an effort to quell the cacophony, the Headmaster stood up from his spot at the front table, and announced that portion of the truth (as he knew it) that he cared to share with the school…the Troll had had been captured by Professor Snape, and the MLE performed a thorough investigation and complete sweep of the school grounds.  Dumbledore reassured the students that they were safe, and praised the efforts of the Prefects during the Great Hall’s evacuation.  

Any hopes the Headmaster might have had concerning the adequacy of his remarks were quashed once he sat back down.  The chatter grew even louder, with most of the comments focusing on Hermione Granger, and his failure to comment on her whereabouts.  Dumbledore was therefore forced to stand once more, and announce that while there had been no physical injuries associated with the Troll’s attack, that one student was recovering from the “awful fright” of coming face-to-face with a Troll, and was therefore taking a “short recuperative leave of absence.”

Harry Potter didn’t at all care for the looks of glee on the faces of those sitting at the Slytherin Table.  Theodore Nott was laughing, and when he caught Harry staring at him, licked a finger and added an imaginary tally mark to an invisible scoreboard.  

Fred Weasley, who was sitting across from Harry, did his own bit of observation, then turned back to face the First Year.

“This can’t go unanswered, you know,” he stated.

Harry nodded. “Can’t be any answer, though, until after the match.”

“Good point,” Fred’s brother agreed, as he joined in on the conversation.  “Need any help formulating a response?”

Harry glanced down the table, and spied Percy Weasley frowning back at him.  He rolled his eyes and leaned forward.

“This has gotten personal, guys…I appreciate the offer, but…”

“It’s more than just you and Hermione, though,” offered Daphne, who was sitting by Harry’s side. “The message has to go out that this sort of think won’t be tolerated, or all of the witches will need sticking charms attached to their knickers.”

Fred and George stared at the black-haired witch as if she’d just grown another head.

George glanced over his shoulder towards the Head Table for a moment, then turned back and smiled.

“Wouldn’t have expected that from you, Gwol.”

“Gwol?” Harry asked.

Daphne sighed.  “These two tagged me with that nickname years ago…it’s the hyphen-free short form of ‘Girl-Who-Lived’.”

Harry hadn’t heard the acronym before, but it made sense.  It also made sense that Fred and George had known Daphne growing up, since they lived near the Diggories, and she knew Cedric really well.  

The Fidelius charm stopped Harry from connecting dots any further, so he focused on the Twins’ teasing.  

“And you don’t mind, Daphne?”

“Meh…I’ve heard worse.”

Harry snorted. “So I won’t have to hex these two to defend your honor, then?”

Daphne smiled and shook her head.  Placing a hand on Harry’s arm, she then replied, “Thanks, but you’ve got enough of your plate as Hermione’s Champion.”

“Exactly!” George hissed.   

Daphne then asked, “So how are we going to go about it, Sir Knight?”

Harry turned to Daphne with a slightly befuddled look on his face.

“We, Daphne?”

The Girl-Who-Lived shrugged.  “Well…I did say that it went beyond you and Hermione, didn’t I?”

The green-eyed wizard nodded, thought for a moment, then glanced back down the breakfast table.  

“Oy, Percy!” he called out with a frown.  “Can you read lips well enough, or should we provide you a transcription?”

Fred and George followed Harry’s stare towards their scowling older brother, then chuckled.

“Why don’t you let us take care of Three-Pee for you?” asked Fred.

A muffin was tossed from the opposite direction that struck the red-haired beater on the side of the head.

“No pranks until after the match!” hissed Oliver Wood.

Fred rolled his eyes.  “Aye, Captain!” he cheerfully replied.

“It would be best if we discussed this with fewer ears about,” noted Daphne.  

George agreed.  “Yeah, you’re right.  And it’s not like there won’t be plenty of opportunity…looks like Wood’s going to make sure we spend lots of time together over the next week.”

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George’s prediction was borne out in spades.  Oliver Wood had reached out beyond the lengthy practice sessions and assumed complete control over the team’s daily life.  Practically every waking moment outside of the classroom was spent with the team, including daily practices and joint study and homework completion sessions.  There were advantages to this regimen, of course…Gryffindor’s Seeker had quickly grown sick of Ron Weasley’s “helpful advice,” and Wood’s micro-management kept the pestering opportunities to a minimum.  

Harry was less happy, though, to have access to his friends similarly curtailed.  There had been almost no opportunity to even say hello to Neville or Susan over the week.  Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil had more of a chance to be with Harry and Daphne in the Gryffindor Common Room and in classes, but not that much more.  Even Hermione would have had just as little opportunity for contact, which is something that helped Harry tolerate her absence from the castle.

Of course, time not spent with friends was quality “teammate time,” and the week did allow the green-eyed First Year student to bond with the other Quidditch players…and to fully embrace their no-spells-barred  bantering and locker-room humor.  By the end Harry could honestly say that he knew each as a friend.  And for his female teammates…maybe just a bit closer than that.

It wasn’t his fault, of course.  

Wood’s minder schedule had kept the demi-demon from getting the kind of casual contact with the rest of the student body that kept his energy levels topped off.  There were no evening strolls past the most popular broom closets, and no opportunity for “hunting and gathering” trips to the other tables at breakfast…or in the library…or within the halls in between classes.  Harry had his inhalers for back-up, of course, but the demon-side was beginning to think they tasted a little stale.

In other words, during “Minder Week,” Harry spent a lot of time minding the Gryffindor Chasers, and come to rely upon them having busy fingers each night.  

The problem, though, was Daphne hadn’t gotten into that kind of habit, and Ollie’s tiring practice regimen had become a libido killer.  The declining rate of energy production was almost linear…three for three on the first two mornings, but no Katie on day three,  only Angelina on day four, and on Wednesday morning….0 for 3 (and 0 stood for zed, rather than orgasm).

Harry had shrugged it off, and emptied an inhaler cartridge over the course of the day.  But when the cupboards were just as bare on Thursday morning, he began to get concerned.  Ollie didn’t wank (no doubt fearful that he might sprain his Keeper grip in the process).  Fred and George were always available (they were apparently either more resilient, or more practiced wankers than the girls), but that just seemed…wrong.  So it was a discrete puff of the inhaler, and a hope that there’d be a chance encounter later in the day.

The Gryffindor side had the pitch booked for the second session that Thursday afternoon (having alternated blocks of time with Slytherin during the week), so Ollie drilled the team well past the point when the sun slipped behind the heath-covered hills.  The weary team aimed their brooms towards the Keeper at the sound of his whistle, fully expecting to be sent to the showers.  Wood, however, had been unhappy with the performance of his Beaters, so after dismissing Harry and the four witches he held Fred and George back for additional drills.  

When Harry and his four female teammates arrived at their lockers, Daphne quickly passed through the co-ed dressing area and disappeared into the witchs' showers.  

Angelina rolled her eyes as she plopped down onto a bench and kicked off her boots and socks.  “Wish that she’d relax and wind down with the rest of us,” she observed.

“I’m sure it’s having a wizard in the room that makes her shy, not you lot,” offered Harry, as he did the same.

“I know that’s what made me that shy last year,” offered Katie.

“But now that you’ve grown older, and grown bolder, and grown tits…” teased Alicia.

“Tell me that you were any different when you were a Rookie?” Katie demanded.

“I can’t,” Alicia replied, as she casually stripped off her practice robes and threw them into a elf-emptied dirty clothes bin.  She then winked at the only wizard in the room and added, “But I might have if Harry had been on the team.”

“Same for me,” Angelina said, as she took hold of the hem of her robes, and wiggled her bum so that she could slip them up and over her head without rising from her seat.

Harry snorted.  He knew that the girls weren’t putting on a special show just for him, as they’d stripped down like this before when Ollie and the Twins were in the room.  And it wasn’t all that revealing…yet.  His female teammates all wore cotton bloomers underneath their Quidditch jerseys that ran down to mid-calf, and high-collared padded leather jerkins that protected their torsos against bludger attacks.  

He wasn’t dressed all that differently…just swap the bloomers for trousers, and add sleeves to the shirts they wore underneath the leather jackets.  

Alicia did more wincing than ogling when Harry stripped off his jacket and t-shirt.

“Ouch, that looks like it hurts!” she stated, as she pointed to a bruise on Harry’s left side.

The First Year shrugged.  “Kiss and make it better, Spinnet?”

“Might be tempted if it were placed a little lower,” Alicia retorted.

“And more centrally located,” Angelina added.

Harry chuckled.  “Now that might actually be worth a fanny shot.”

“Well I didn’t need a bludger to make my seat sore,” Angelina whinged, as she rubbed her bloomer-covered inner thighs.  “I’m about ready to kill our captain for clamping down on our cushioning charms…”

“Me too,” added Alicia.  “although he was right about the gain in maneuverability.”

Angelina shook her head. “Doesn’t matter if I’m worrying more about stick sores than the Quaffle,” she observed.

“Sounds like something that Healer Harry should diagnose,” quipped the only wizard in the room.

“You wish, Stud.”

“Maybe,” Harry replied with a grin.

“Well I’m too stiff to even get my robes off,” Katie complained, as she rubbed her right shoulder.

“What’s wrong, Bell?” asked Harry.

“Sore arm from throwing all those shots on hoops.”

Harry walked behind Katie’s spot on the wooden bench and lightly placed his hand on her shoulder.

“Maybe a rub will loosen it up?” he asked.

“It’s her arm that hurts, not her fanny,” Angelina snarked.

“A shoulder rub,” Harry qualified.  

“Oooh,  Harry finally makes a move while the other boys are out of the room!” snarked Alicia.

“It’s not like that at all,” he protested.

“Oh, Harry, you don’t have to…..aaaaaaaaah!”

“Does that hurt?” Harry asked, backing off on the finger pressure that he’d just applied.  

“No, keep going…that’s the spot….” Katie hissed.

“Great,” the bare-chested boy replied, as he began to kneed Katie’s sore shoulder muscles.

The Second Year’s mews and quiet moans encouraged Harry to continue, and within thirty seconds Katie’s shoulder had loosened up enough to allow the other two witches to gently slip off her robes and jacket.

This didn’t mean that Harry’s job was done, however…just meant that he now had fewer layers to work through.  Not to mention other sore spots to rub, once Katie turned and laid face down on the bench dressed in t-shirt and bloomers.

“So where else does it hurt?” Harry asked.

“All over,” Katie replied, as she closed her eyes and let her arms hang down to the floor.

As Angelina and Alicia looked on with envy, Harry began to loosen her sore back muscles with the firm touch of his strong hands.

“Where did you ever learn to do this?” Katie asked  (though it came out as more of a moan than a question.

“My dad taught me,” Harry replied with a smile.  

“He must be brilliant, then,” Katie moaned.

Harry smiled, as he worked near the base of the witch’s spine.  “Yeah, he is…sometimes when he rubs my mum’s back she says it’s like he has two extra sets of hands.”

“Well he should be proud of his teaching skills,” Katie purred.  The moaning became more despondent though, when the rubbing stopped.

“Keep going,” the Second Year urged.

“But…”

“Yes, that’s sore too,” Katie replied.  “Don’t worry, Harry…we won’t say anything, will we girls?”

“Not as long as we get turns,” Alicia quipped.

Harry worried his lower lip with his teeth and glanced at the entrance to the locker room.  

“I’ll keep watch,” Alicia offered, as she moved towards the door.

The young wizard shook his head.  “That would only make it look worse,” he decided.  “How many detentions would Snape pile on if he spied my hands on your arses?”

Katie tried to encourage Harry with an insistent kick.  But the First Year was far too quick, and caught her foot in his hand.

“Behave!” he lightly chided.

“Oh, yes, thank  you Harry…a foot massage would be lovely as well.”

The demi-demon frowned at the way Katie was wiggling her bum in expectation, and decided that payback was in order.

“So, your foot is sore from all of the Quaffle tossing?” he asked.

“No, but don’t let that stop you.”

“Yes, Memsaib,” Harry replied, with a Gunga Din-style accent and stiff bow.  He then firmly pressed two stiff fingers into a spot on the bottom of Katie’s foot that was located two-thirds of the distance from the heal to the ball.

The reaction was as quick as it was predictable…the Second Year witch let out a moan that hinted at far more pleasure than pain-relief.

“Oh…Sweet Goddess!”

Harry smiled and pulled his fingers back.

“More?”

“Oh, fuck yes!” Katie gasped.

“What are you doing to her, Potter?” asked Alicia.

“Just a little Muggle reflexology,” Harry said with a grin, as he pressed down on the spot again.  

“Yes! Oh Yes! Oh Yes!”  cried the squirming witch.

“Hey, let me try another one,” said Harry, as he began to rub in the indent of her outer anklebone, between the ankle and Achilles tendon.

“Don’t stop that fel…..uck! That’s even better!” cried Katie!

“Careful, Harry, we don’t want any wet spots on the bench,” quipped Angelina.

“Too late,” Katie moaned.

Harry laughed at Katie’s joke…or, at least, what he thought was a joke.  He kept alternating between the two pressure points for most of a minute, before Alicia intervened with a slap to Katie’s bum.

“Right then, my turn,” the older witch announced.

“Noooo!  I’m almost there,” moaned Katie. “Just a bit more rubbing….”

“You’ll just have to rub there yourself, then,” Alicia stated, as she pushed Katie off of the bench and onto the floor.

Katie pouted, and for a moment it looked like she might follow the older girl’s suggestion.  But then she rolled over to her knees, stood, and made a dash for the witch’s shower room.

“Skip the foreplay, Rookie,” Alicia ordered, as she placed her foot in Harry’s lap. He smiled, and soon had the witch in an equally hot and bothered state.  

Anegelina sent Alicia off to the showers just before she got off, claiming that it wouldn’t be fair if she also didn’t get the chance to “relax.”  The Third Year witch was primed for a release even before Harry took hold of her foot.  And she would have gone over the edge when Harry started in on the second pressure point, had it not been for the ill-timed arrival of three minders from Hufflepuff, who were there to escort the team back to the castle.

Angelina made a quick exit to the showers, leaving it for the sweaty bare-chested wizard to answer questions about what they’d been doing. The oldest of the three was skeptical about Harry’s innocence, but was willing to “overlook” what they’d walked in on so long as he would be willing to provide his “post-practice therapeutic foot massages” to the Hufflepuff team when they next practiced.

The young wizard shrugged his shoulders and agreed. The Puff making the request was a pretty Sixth-Year witch…pretty enough to overlook the possibility that he’d also be rubbing the stinky feet of her male teammates.

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Harry was out of the showers and getting dressed when Wood finally showed up with the Twins.   With assurances that they’d be washed up and ready to head for dinner in only a few minutes time, Ollie sent his Seeker out into the common area to wait for the rest of the team.  

The black-haired wizard walked into an empty front room, as Ollie had chased the Hufflepuff minders back out into the hall, and his female teammates had not yet emerged from their showers.  So Harry sat facing the front door and pulled out his “playscroll” and reviewed Chaser formations until he felt an electrifying touch to the back of his neck.

“Hey, Harry…,” purred Angelina.

The demi-demon closed his eyes, sucked in a deep breath, and basked in the glow of “just-picked” orgasm.

“Feel better?” Harry asked, as a grin crept onto his face.

“Much,” Angelina replied.  “Although…might be prudent to have someone to check my fanny for stick sores…”

“Figured that was what you girls were doing back there.”

The Third Year witch let out a husky laugh.  “No, we were too busy finishing up what you started.”

“We?” Harry asked.  “Sounds like a party I wish I’d had an invite for.”

“Maybe next time, Rookie,” Alicia stated, as she sat down to Harry’s left and gave him a quick peck on his cheek.  

The demi-demon let out a gasp as energy moved from her lips to his face, as it was the first time that he’d fed off of a kiss.  And then the second time happened, as Katie sat on his other side and mirrored Alicia’s actions.

Giggling at the sight of Harry’s blush, Angelina asked, “What’s the matter, Rookie…never been kissed before?”

Harry chuckled and quickly regained his wits…and his wit.

“No, I’ve snogged plenty…but never in a three-way.”

“Well we could skip over the three-way sex and go for a full foursome,” Angelina quipped, as she played some more with Harry’s hair.

“Now, Angelina…can’t be neglecting our teammates,” Katie admonished.

“What…Ollie and the Twins?”

“No, silly,” Katie replied, as she gave the older witch a swat on the bum and nodded towards the corner of the room, where a fourth witch was blushing.

“Why, you’re absolutely right,” Angelina replied.  “Come over here, Daphne, and let Harry give you a rub.”

“Hey!” Harry protested.  “Be nice.”

Daphne turned her back on the four, so that they couldn’t see how deeply she was blushing, or how she thought her body might be reacting to the suggestion.

Ollie dragged Fred and George out of the boys’ shower area before the situation could become even more awkward for the First Year witch.  Ranks were once again formed up, and the team marched off towards Dinner.

“Sorry about that,” Harry whispered to Daphne, as they walked side-by-side.

The black-haired witch shook her head.  “It’s not your fault.”

“Yeah it is…I could have cut the conversation off sooner.”

“But that was with them,” Daphne replied.  “And that’s…that’s how it is on this team, right?”

“Not if it makes you uncomfortable,” Harry replied.

Daphne turned towards the green-eyed wizard and risked a slight smile.

“It’s okay …I don’t mind…it’s….it’s just going to take a little longer for me to join in.”

Harry frowned.  “Well…just let me know next time…give me a signal or something.”

Daphne smiled.  “So, is that an offer to be my Champion, brave Sir Knight?”

Harry shook his head.  “No, it’s just an offer to be the kind of friend that I should be.”

“Fair enough,” replied Daphne.  “I suppose that Hermione wouldn’t want to share her Champion, anyway.”

Harry only let out a small snort in reply, as they’d just entered the Castle.  

Which was just as well, because if he’d voiced a response he might have revealed what he was thinking right then…that being shared by Hermione and Daphne was something that he wouldn’t at all mind, a few years down the road.