Naked Quidditch Match - pt 9 - Sex Stories

Naked Quidditch Match - pt 9

... the corner of his eyes, he watched McGonagall sigh in relief, and smirked to himself. It was just so fun goading their stern Deputy Headmistress with the innuendo and side comments. "Now, before players take the field, the roster for today's game is as follows: For the Gryffindor team: Co-Captains, and Bludgers... err Beaters Fred and George Weasley, the prats who got our beloved heroes in this mess..." "Jordan, I'm warning you..." McGonagall growled lowly, yet the entire stadium still heard her. "Chasers for Gryffindor are the lovely and talented Alicia Spinnet, Angelina Johnson, and the unconquerable Katie Bell..." The cheers and whistles rocked the stadium. "New to the team, and welcome addition is third-year Alex Mercado as Keeper, who, due to the restrictions on the bet gets to guard the goals in his uniform." Laughter and applause sounded clearly, and in true style, the crescendo was rising. "And, Seeker-extraordinaire, the man who has NEVER missed a Snitch the one..." The screams began, "The ONLY" and whistles, hoots and chants echoed, "HARRY POTTER!" The roar of the stadium was deafening. Just to his side, he heard McGonagall's resigned sigh. Well, what commentator would ignore the fact that not only was Harry a celebrity to the wizarding world, he was a Quidditch super-star in the making? Goodness, he had his own promotional merchandise to make him a very wealthy man before he left school. Lee paused long enough to let the cheers fade somewhat. "And, the Slytherin ...

... gits..." "JORDAN!" Goodness, the woman had impeccable timing and volume. "Team," he amended hastily. "The Slytherin team is as follows: Captain and Chaser Marcus Flint." Music to his ears, short of the small contingent of Slytherins (past and present), most of the stadium roared with resounding 'boos.' "Chasers Denis Warrington, Christoph Montague. In the position of Beaters, though they're bloody Bludgers on their own, (Heh.) Iggy Bole and Gunter Derrick. Incompetent Keeper will mind the goals, and playing Seeker since he bought his way onto the team..." "JORDAN! STOP THAT RIGHT..." "Draco Malfoy and his shiny Nimbus 2001 collection, sported by all his lovely well-purchased team members..." "JORDAN, IF YOU DON'T STOP RIGHT THIS INSTANT!" "Sorry Professor, my house loyalty got in my way," he apologized adroitly. He grinned cheekily. "Now, if we can have everyone stand, let's have it for the Hogwarts School Song." With a great deal of chaotic noise, all attendees stood, their right arm crossing their breast in a patriotic gesture that placed hand above heart. Then, and only then, did the greatest known tragedy of what it meant to be a wizard begin. The slaughter of music was profound. Caterwauling in the extreme, and Jordan, despite his patriotic love of the game of Quidditch, his role of commentator and the wizarding world he lived in, had to shudder. Fortunately, the murder of their beloved anthem ended quickly. "Right. Lovely folks... just lovely. Well, with all the preambles ...