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A/N: I've been losing steam on writing this because I've been reading epic style writing Harry Potter/Naruto fandoms and I'm really enjoying it. M rated still of course but theres really well written plots in some of these stories. I still enjoy writing lemons but maybe I'll enjoy lemons more with a story I want to make. It'll obviously take awhile to outline. I hate how a lot of these epic stories seem to very linear. As soon as the protagonist gains power they nearly seem unstoppable and I don't like that. Of course a lot of the het stuff on fanfiction is super old and any of the recent stuff is slash. Maybe you guys have favorites from those fandoms I'd like to see cause I'd like inspiration maybe. I'd like to write a decent epic length story. I'll keep you guys updated if I do get any traction with this project.

2ND A/N: I know this wasn't Rita,Hermione,Patil Twins none of that. But I've always had a soft spot for Penelope Clearwater. I don't know why cause JK Rowling never developed her character really well but shrug. Guess I like her name? She looks pretty in the movies. Maybe too pretty for a ponce like Percy.

A/N: I do not own Harry Potter





Wood, too, was basking in the reflected glory of the Firebolt.

"Put it here, Harry," he said, laying the broom in the middle of the table and carefully turning it so that its name faced upward. People from the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff tables were soon coming over to look. Cedric Diggory came over to congratulate Harry on having acquired such a superb replacement for his Nimbus, and Percy's Ravenclaw girlfriend, Penelope Clearwater, was the only one who asked if she could actually hold his broom with a sultry glance at Harry. He was confused. Why would she be giving him that look? He sheepishly scratched the back of his head before responding.

“I honestly haven’t even gotten a ride on it yet. Maybe after a test run at the pitch you could see it for yourself?” he suggested.

"Now, now, Penny, no sabotage!" said Percy heartily as she examined the Firebolt from afar. "Penelope and I have got a bet on," he told the team. "Ten Galleons on the outcome of the match!"

“I mean no harm, Percy,” she rolled her eyes, “ I was simply hoping for a ride on HIS broom.” She giggled sexily. Percy the ever-oblivious one took it as an honest gesture and walked away to take care of some head boy duties. He found his loving twin brothers sticking a boy by his ankles to the wall and started to chase them.
She waited until she saw Percy was a good distance away before turning to Harry.
“So Harry, about that ride?” she said.
“Su-SURE Penny!” Harry stuttered out as he felt the 7th years dainty foot travel its way up and down his leg. Harry looked side to side. No one even noticed. Her foot traced its way to his crotch and rubbed against him. Harry bit the inside of his mouth as he attempted to hold in any reaction. However his body betrayed him. The hall was as animated as usual and the occupants were talking as if nothing was happening. She shook her bun out to let her long curly blonde tresses out and looked him up and down.
“I’ll see you at seven tonight at the pitch then?”
Harry gulped and nodded. He didn’t wish to be rude to her of course. Although seven was an odd time to be going she wouldn’t be able to see much. It wouldn’t be too dark of course but maybe that’s not what she wanted to do? Oh what did Harry know maybe she was an avid Quidditch fan? But what if she wanted to do something else? Harry’s mouth went dry. His mind started to wander as he imagined Penelope’s shapely body writhing under his. Penelope walking away however interrupted his thoughts.
“Don’t think too much Potter. Might hurt your brain,” she said as she added a little sashay to her walk.
Harry internally groaned as he watched her bottom sway and could do nothing but watch.

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Harry stretched while waiting for her. He took a deep breath as he took in the place loved so much. As he stretched his fingers felt the cool crisp grass on the pitch. He loved being here. He could almost hear the chants of ‘Go Go Gryffindor’. He forgot the last time he was here just to relax. It seemed like every time he was here he was either being baited by a mass murderer, attacked by ‘dementors’, or in a high intense game situation. It was nice. He stretched his legs and got himself into a nice jog around the pitch. Harry made his way a couple of times around the pitch before he heard a call out for his name.

“Start without me Harry?”

He turned and almost fell over on his own feet but he managed to catch himself. Penelope was leaning against the side of the pitch. She had a pair of plain trainers on and Harry’s eyes seemed to travel upwards. Her legs seemed to go forever but Harry chalked it up to her being slightly taller than him. She was wearing a pair of running shorts and a bright pink sports bra that encased her well-endowed chest. Her curly blonde hair was tied up in a ponytail as she walked towards him with broom in hand. It was a nimbus 2001. He looked at her as she pulled out her wand.

“Accio Quaffle,” she muttered.

A small whizzing noise was heard as the familiar red ball zipped out. She held out her hand confidently as she caught the ball deftly and twirled it on her finger.

“Ready?” she asked.

He gulped and nodded. What began to ensue was a high intense game of Keeper and Chaser where they would switch every 20 shots. They switched brooms so Penny could even have a try. Harry was no chaser but he was no slouch on a broom. He would score every now and then but Penelope seemed to be a tactical master on her broom as a chaser. He was impressed. This went on for a couple hours as they tried to do different trick shots. Penelope couldn’t help but laugh as Harry tried to shoot with his non-dominant hand and proceed to fall off his broom.
Harry couldn’t help but notice but she was extremely touchy during the game. Whenever she would try to steal the ball from him her hands would run all over him. He even saw her nipples harden through her top but Harry blamed it on the small amount of wind making it a little cold.
It was almost pitch black when their feet touched ground again. They both grinned at each other while sweat poured over both of them.

“That was fun,” Harry said.

“Yeah we should definitely do it again sometime,” she agreed.

Percy was kind of a stick in the mud about nearly everything. She rarely ever had a good time when she was with him. He was a good guy but not a fun one.
Harry turned to make his way back to the dormitories. He assumed Penny would make her way to her personal quarters but she soon stopped him.

“Harry do you mind if you help me with this crick in my neck I won’t be able to reach it and I don’t want it to bother me.” She made a gesture towards the back of her neck as if it were uncomfortable and tried to move it around.

“Uhh I don’t know Penny maybe you should get Madame Pomfrey to take a look at that,” Harry answered.

“No Harry, it’s nothing to serious! Just something that probably needs to be massaged a little,” she explained.

He finally relented. “Alright, where do you want to do this on the ground?”

She rolled her eyes and took his hand. “No silly we’ll go to the captain’s quarters its right between the Gryffindor and Ravenclaw locker rooms.”

“Captains Quarter’s what are those?” he asked confused. He had never heard of such a thing.

“There is a quarter exclusive to captain’s of the Quidditch team. It holds a shower, blackboards to make plays, places to sleep, and an office. The only reason I have access to it is because Head Girl and Head Boy have it just incase for emergencies,” she explained as she continued to lead him to said place.

It looked like a regular beat up locker. Wasn’t it just a regular locker? She took the lock and tapped it with her wand and whispered “Anything for the win”. The lock followed her wand as she dragged it to a certain combination. The lock flew up and stuck itself on the side as it flew open. She guided him in and Harry’s eyes widened. The locker seemed to expand itself outward as they walked in. It was huge. The place was really well furbished and lavish in comparison to the regular locker rooms. Penny let go of his hand and made her way to what looked like an examination bed in a doctor’s room. She laid down She gestured him over.
Harry nervously made his way over. He awkwardly kneaded her neck. It actually started to hurt her and her hand flew up to his to stop it.

“Harry it might help even if you get on top of me and get better access that way.”

Harry eventually made his way there and sat right on her back. Penny smiled. She knew he felt nervous so she guided him so he could sit on her curvaceous arse and more importantly so he wouldn’t hurt her back. He finally got a good grasp of her and began to rub her neck slowly.
Penny sighed. His hands started to work their magic but that wasn’t where she wanted him.

“A little bit lower Harry?” she asked.

His hands drifted as they made their way to her shoulders. She moaned as his callous hands started to work their magic on her. He definitely was good at more things than just Quidditch.

“Lower Please,” she further asked.

He froze. He didn’t want to go and do anything appropriate with her.

“Penny I don’t think I should. It was fun but I still respect Percy. He might not be my favorite person but he’s my best mate’s brother.”

She exhaled. She thought this was going to come. He was too much of a good person to ever do this on his own. Why wouldn’t he just fuck her into the ground? She started to speak.

“Harry I’m not going to lie to you and I targeted you from the start. I’ve uhm. Not recently been having a great time with Percy.”

“But why! He seems nice? After the uhhh bossiness?” He tried to be soft about it.

“The bitchiness you mean?” she said plainly.

She shook her head in frustration as she went on further to explain. “We’ve both grown and he won’t do anything more than just kissing and Merlin knows I need more. All he ever does is talk about his future Ministry job as the right hand man of the Minister.”

One of her hands flew up to cup his face. “I have needs too Harry and Percy won’t take care of them.” While she was saying this she found the waistband to her shorts and slipped them off and returned to the massage bed and turned to look back at him.

“Please Harry, I need your help.”’

Harry almost lost all resolve as soon as he saw Penny’s shorts drop to the floor. Her perky arse stared at him almost daring him to grab it. People did say he had a people saving thing right? Percy didn’t know what he was missing out on. Harry walked toward her and Penny interrupted him.

“Harry pick up the oil on the side of the massage bed.”

He quickly picked it up and opened it. He squirted some on her shapely rear and started to knead it in. He worked his fingers into her perky butt so he could properly massage her.

“Oh Harry,” she moaned.

She buried her face into the pillow to moan freely. She arched her hips to give him more access to her butt. His hands were enveloping her arse. She loved when boys eyed her as she walked down the hallway. She almost made a game out of it. He continued to massage her as he rubbed his body up against her and his lips found their way to her butt. He planted kisses as his hands raked themselves up and down the sides of her body. His lips arrived at her neck. She turned her body and met his lips for the first time. He moaned into her mouth as they explored each other’s mouths.
Penny’s hands flew to his crotch as she began to rub his clothed arousal. Her core began to clench with her juices as she realized how big he was. She squeezed him through his shorts before finding the waistband to his shorts. Harry assisted by taking them off himself and revealing himself to her. He leaned into her and whispered into her ear.

“Is this what you meant when you said you wanted a ride on my broom?”

Her eyes were blazoned with lust as he talked dirty to her.

“Fuck yes I need to test ride this broom Potter. I’ve heard it’s performance is quite impressive” she said while gyrating her crotch against him. She was so slick she was lubing his cock up with her juices.

“Bra off now,” he demanded. She nodded as she slipped the straps off and her tits bounced out.

“I should probably take care of your front too shouldn’t I?” whispered Harry.

His hands started at her shoulders and slithered there way down to her breasts. She whimpered as he touched her front and tried to reciprocate the pleasure by continuing to touch him but he quickly put an end to that. He whipped out his wand and bound her wrists to the bed. She tried to move but she was unable to do so.
His fingers went to work at her core. He dove a finger inside of her while flicking her clit with his thumb. She began to writhe in pleasure. She wanted nothing more than to push his head into her and force his tongue into her pussy.

“Harry please,” she begged.

But Harry wouldn’t listen. He kept a painfully slow pace. Keeping her on edge he would pull out of her when he felt her orgasm was close. After the third time Harry left her panting and glistening with sweat. She needed to feel her release. Her labia was so sensitive.

“Harry can you fucking let me cum? Don’t fucking tease me please.”

He grinned. “Ms. Clearwater don’t be so impatient,” he said. His hands were lazily tracing her thighs.

He watched as she tried to roll her hips and squeeze her legs together to achieve an orgasm herself. She was so sexy. But he couldn’t be having that he forced her legs spread and bound those too.
She groaned but her pussy became wetter as she felt him take more and more control.
He conjured a piece cloth and wrapped it around her eyes. She couldn’t see now. He straddled her face and cupped her chin.

“Open up luv,” he asked her.

She slightly opened her mouth and felt his thickness prod at her mouth. Her mouth wrapped itself around his crown as she sucked and tongued his head. The heat emitting off his cock was so tantalizing. Harry groaned. Her tongue swirled and traveled up and down his rod as she started to bob up and down on him.

“Shit. Percy’s a fool for letting you go to waste.”

She sucked faster while sliding her tongue down the underside of his cock. Harry’s hips subconsciously bucked forward. He began to fuck her mouth as she sucked him. Penny’s juices started to drip down her thighs as she felt his meat stick thrust forward into her mouth. She couldn’t wait to have it up her pussy. She knew there would be no comparison to her toys.
She sped up and Harry began to breathe heavy. He groaned and said, “Penny where should I-“ She wouldn’t answer him as she took all of him in one swoop.

“Fuck Penny I’m gonna cum. Don’t miss a drop,” he whispered.

She bobbed her head viciously. He groaned and threw his head back. His cock swelled up before releasing several shots of spunk down her throat. Penny would not waste a drop as she made sure she got everything cleaning his tool spotless. He slithered himself out of her mouth as he watched her lick the remaining cum on her lips.
He began to align his hips with hers and grinded himself against her. Rubbing his crown up against her entrance. She mewled softly as she began to feel pleasure at her core.

“Harry yes please”

“Yes what Penny?” he said while continuing his slow grinding.

“Fuck me. Ride me into oblivion while I scream your name.”

He lined himself up and thrust into her in one fell swoop. Her eyes bugged out as she felt his large cock invade her. It felt amazingly erotic to be filled by his thick tool. Harry freed her limbs wandlessly as she wrapped her legs around Harry’s waist in an attempt to have Harry in her deeper. Her breasts heaved up and down as she breathed heavily in a haze of trying to accommodate Harry’s length.

“You like how my fat cock is filling your tight cunny up?”

He flexed his cock within her and she squirmed in pleasure. She nodded rapidly.

“Yes God Yes! Pound my slutty pussy. It’s gushing just for you Harry.”

He acquiesced to her request and gripped her hips and began to thrust into her. She gasped as he began to pound her like a common street whore. Her hands flew up to fondle her breasts as the boy-no not the best word.. the Man who lived began to fuck her. His cock slid in and out of her and Penny tried her best to match his rhythm but she began to lose focus as she felt her orgasm approach her. She would not cum before he did. But his cock felt so good. It was drilling her and there was no indication that he would ever stop. Hell she was at 4 years older than he was she would not-
“OH” her eyes shut closed and she arched her back forward and came. She gave out a breathy moan to recuperate. She opened her eyes to a grinning Harry before she returned the smile herself. She sat up and slapped him on the chest before giving him an indignant look.

“And what are you smiling at hmm?” She questioned.

“I’m smiling at how amazing you look when you cum around my cock,” he said while pressing himself into her.

A light blush graced her face as she realized his hardness was pressing into the lower half of her body.

“Looks like someone wasn’t taken care of. My mistake,” she whispered into his ear.
Harry groaned as she began to rut herself against his cock. Her slickness easily sliding up and down his cum covered meat.

“How about we make little Harry paint my pussy white,” she suggested.

“Fuck Penny don’t talk like that I’m going to burst on the spot,” Harry groaned.

She stood up before she made her slow descent onto his rod. She sank down inch by inch as he began to fill her up again and she moaned breathily into his ear.
She began to ride him without abandon as he met her bounces with vicious thrusts upward. His hands flew to her arse for something to grip. Her nails dug into his skin leaving violent red marks down her back. Breathing became short on both sides as their rhythm almost became animal like.

“Harder Harry” she almost begged.

He growled and began to speed up viciously. The smacks of their bodies rung out as it all became a blur.

“I’m cumming,” Harry warned.

“I’m cumming too cum with me,” she egged him on.

Harry took her hips into her hands with one vicious thrust and they collapsed onto each other as they orgasmed silmultaneously. Both were trying to catch their breath.

“We are doing this every time I see you Potter.”

He would not deny her that request in a million years as they would continue on into the morning before falling into a peaceful sleep.