Harry could feel everything, as Hermione picked him up. He could hear the excitement in her voice at her success. Even as she squeezed, her grip tightening, it wasn't uncomfortable.
He tried to protest her joke plan, unsure if she was even serious. It was only when he heard Ginny's familiar voice that he knew he was doomed. Lifting Harry to her face, as if cautiously sniffing to ensure it felt fresh. Hermione murmured assurances to Harry. "There's a 'trace' on you, so you can't get lost."
"It's a present from Harry." she said handing over the tight, constricting sports bra to Ginny.
"Oh. Good." She sounded uncertain, surprised by Harry's gift, or that Hermione was delivering it. "I'm actually off to Quidditch practice just now." she sounded slightly too cheerful, and not quite convincing.
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Harry hadn't organised any practises, so was unsure whether she'd be training alone, or not. Feeling the chill breeze, was oddly erotic and made him feel naked and exposed. The wind was erotic, and stimulating, though Harry had no release. It was a relief to reach the changing tents beside the pitch.
However, that was nothing compared to how it felt being worn, pulled over Ginny's lush curves, feeling the heat of her body against his... flesh?
Every slight movement was intimately stimulating, he controlled and constrained her bust. The teasing fingers as Ginny adjusted him for fit, and to avoid pinching.
- - - - -
On her broom, she flew daringly fast, and with an agility that made her sweat. Harry could feel the grime seeping into his flesh. He was getting filthier with every passing minute.
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