A N: On the blood of my ancestors, I swear I do not own the Harry Potter Franchise!

A N 2: WARNINGS FOR THE CHAPTER: Light, barely touched Femslash. Oh, and some characters are nude for half of the chapter.

A N 3: MS60Cutter: Yeah, that's kind of a problem I have with writing long pieces of fiction. The more I write, the more the story marches on, the more it seems I'm writing this while on a very bad Acid Trip.

I'm sorry for that.

Potterformers: I... Wouldn't call it bashing... Even in Canon, Dumbledore has never been quite right in the head. Of course, I tend to exaggerate that tract for comedy sake...

Guest: You're... Welcome?

xErag0nx: By "Popular Belief" I meant what the students of Hogwarts thought of Harry (A schizophrenic glory hound only interested in exploiting his dark and tragic past to get fame and women and with enough money to buy the Wizarding World. Twice.)

FILLER 4

The Quidditch Tryouts

Another 2 days passed with nothing of particular relevance happening.

The girls finally managed to get over the initial scare of finding Harry's naked and lifeless body inside a sealed room.

Of course, as soon as the four girls had returned thinking straight (Or whatever Luna's version for "thinking straight" is) they had quickly started questioning him about what the hell was he doing in a sealed room naked and in a state of apparent death.

His answer ("Ehm... Death Eaters! Yeah, they managed to infiltrate in the school and- I swear! Don't look at me like that; it wouldn't be the first time it's happened!") did nothing to appease their doubts and worries.

Malfoy was still in the infirmary because of the violent defenestration he had suffered by the hands of one Luna Lovegood, and it was supposed to be stuck there for a long time. It turned out that the git had signed some papers after his misadventure with Buckbeak in order to get his arm healed the Muggle way, something that he thought was a clever move to get people to sympathize with him, only to realize too late to have actually signed a magically binding contract that prohibited him to take any kind of magical remedy for all of his seven years at Hogwarts.

He was now bedridden, his broken body in of constant pain due to the inability to take any kind of pain relieving potions, his wounds and slashes patched up with some thick, unsterilized wool strings. He had been lucky, though, since Madam Pomfrey had took a brief course about Muggle healings in her youth and had the decency to know what an Hippocratic Oath was, which meant that she had at least a faint knowledge of what "Muggle Healers" actually use (Or at least used to use in the 19th century). Had he been left with some of the healers from St Mungo, they would have probably had already "purified" his blood with leeches in order to "cleanse his bad humours" or something like that.

After his various failed confrontations, Ron had apparently decided to follow a more passive-aggressive approach.

He was now pretending to ignore them, something our heroes were most grateful for, and spent most of the time he was forced to spend in the same room as them either glaring at them when he thought they weren't looking, or pretending to have any friends outside of Harry or Hermione.

Of particular note was that one time he tried to flirt with Lavender Brown (who was, at the time, glaring daggers at the unsuspecting backs of Hermione's and Pansy's heads) during lunch.

While he was eating.

Literally while he was eating.

Needles to say, the results hadn't been pretty.

Dumbledore was now shunning him more than he was already doing before, something he didn't find as irritating as it was during summer.

All in all, life was good-well, if you didn't count the noseless, homicidal maniac still plotting for his demise...

Harry entered the Quidditch pitch, already dressed in his Seeker Uniform.

The sky had steadily become more overcast as the week progressed, a cool wind blowing around. Harry quickly took in the desolate field before finally noticing the rest of the team all huddled around a lone bench at the other end of the grassy sport's ground.

He quickly headed towards them.

In the middle of the bench was sitting one Angelina Johnson, chaser and captain of the Gryffindor's Quidditch Team, head desperately buried in her hands. On her right was Alicia Spinnet, the other seventh year chaser, as she comfortingly pat the other girl's back, a concerned look on her face. Her look was also mirrored by the sixth year chaser Katie Bell, currently sitting on the other side of the bench as she kept whispering in the dark skinned beauty's ear.

The three girls were clad in their own Quidditch uniform, the form fitting outfits hugging the 3 girls voluptuous curves and Quidditch honed muscles as they huddled together, their thighs brushing each others as-

"Hi Harry!" A twin set of voices chorused, cutting Harry's line of thought.

Oh, yeah, the Weasley twins were there too, somewhere outside the all-compassing scene that was the three older girls all cuddling together in their tight, leather uniforms.

"Hi guys." Harry greeted them, furrowing his brows in confusion as he reached them, "Is... Everything all right?" His eyes widened as a terrible thought came to him, "... Oh God, I didn't miss the Tryouts, didn't I?"

The only response he received was a strangled sob from Angelina.

"No Harry, you didn't miss the tryouts..." Fred (or it was George?) reassured him as he came standing on the raven haired boy's right, his twin brother quickly taking his place on the left, giving Harry a companionably pat on the back before saying "... In fact, you've arrived just in time!"

"Oh... Then what's the problem?" He looked around the desolate field, "And if we're about to start the tryouts for the keeper's post, where is everyone?"

Something that sounded suspiciously like a loud, soul-shattering sob escaped Angelina, prompting the other two chasers to redouble their soothing.

George (or maybe Fred? one of them...) made an exaggerated sigh from his place on Harry's left, "Alas, Harry, it appears almost nobody presented himself to take the spot of our beloved Oliver, aren't I right, brother of mine?"

"Most definitely, my far less handsome brother, as it seems nobody wanted to compete against the memory of such a fine and strapping specimen of Keeper-"

"- Actually, my far less humorous brother, I think the reason because nobody presented himself was because our dear and far, far, far, far, far, far, far less awesome brother talked down the entirety of our brave and noble house making them believe that we and Harry would have obviously picked him over them..." Whatever twin spoke gave his double an odd look, "Although I'm sure Oliver will be delighted to know that you think of him as a "fine and strapping specimen of a Keeper"..." He teased him, causing the other twin's complexion to turn red.

"What?" Harry interrupted, startled, "Nobody came? Really?"

Another muffled wail escaped from Angelina.

"Well, actually..." George, but it could have very well been Fred, said, a grimace marring his face, "Someone did come." His twin concluded for him, on his face a grimace mirroring the one of his double as he nodded towards the other side of the Quidditch pitch.

Harry's gaze turned toward the direction George... Fred... Forge... Whoever nodded.

A fair distance away from them were two Gryffindor boys.

One was... doing push-ups while shirtless?

So did it seem, even despite Scotland unforgiving weather and oncoming downpour, the young man was currently doing push-ups while shirtless, his reasons for doing so escaping Harry's, and the Author's, mind.

Probably Fanservice reasons.

Near him, almost comatose, mouth hang open as drool trailed down his chin, was also standing...

"Wait, is that Ron?" Harry said, eyes squinting, "What is he doing here? And who's the other bloke?"

"Aside for catching flies with his mouth?" Twin 1 asked him, "... No idea."

"As for the other guy, that's Cormac McLaggen" Twin 2 said, a note of disgust in his voice, "And no, we don't know why he's doing push-ups-"

"-Or why he's not wearing a shirt, for that matter." Twin 1 concluded with a hint of venom in his voice.

Harry's brows furrowed. By the sound of it, neither of the twins liked this McLaggen bloke that much.

"And they're the only two competitors for the spot of Keeper?" Harry asked, earning another distressed wail from Angelina and two loud "Yup!"s from the twins.

Harry scratched his head at that, "Well, I can see how this might be a problem..."

They ended up deciding postpone the tryouts for a week, much to Ron and Cormac chagrin, both boys fully expecting to receive the keeper and, in the case of Cormac, the captain spot on the team.

Harry had also understood why the twins didn't seem to like Cormac.

As soon as he had approached him, the still shirtless sixth year had greeted him with such a terrible speech about him, his mother, Hermione, Angelina's ancestry, the chasers' genders, Dumbledore, Cedric's sexual orientation, Cho's heritage, the Weasley's financial status, Hagrid's state as an half-giant, Neville, Werewolves, House Elves and Santa Claus that would require a story with a much higher rating in order to properly recount it.

Meanwhile, Ron had been throwing a temper tantrum about "Harry once again ruining Ron life by taking all the glory for himself," which didn't exactly make that much sense since Harry didn't honestly know how Angelina deciding to postpone the tryouts might have seemed like "Harry taking all the glory all for himself."

Angelina had at some point snapped out of her state of eternal despair and, not wanting to waste the two hours of Quidditch pitch she had booked, had promptly started channelling the spirit of Oliver Wood by forcing the rest of the team along with the two wannabe keepers into an impromptu game of "Let's see who can outrun a swarm of Bludgers the longest."

It appeared that both Cormac and Ron weren't very good at it.

And so, it was a battered and tired Harry Potter who entered the boys' changing room, alone and sweaty as both Fred and George had to rush both Ron and McLaggen to the infirmary after the Nth Bludger developed an odd attraction to their crotches.

Almost as someone had purposely bewitched the Bludgers so that Harry would have been left alone in the showers.

Harry froze mid-thought at that, before shrugging it off as pointless paranoia and undressing.

Once he had discarded his sweaty uniform, Harry entered one of the shower stalls, not even bothering to draw close the shower curtains before drawing a shower.

As the warm water started pouring down his naked body, Harry idly wondered what the girls were doing...

Smoke and dust hovered over the once pristine floor of the Room of Requirement as various degrees of harmful spells were hurled at each other by three familiar witches.

On the sidelines of the titanic battle, a familiar blonde Ravenclaw was amiably sitting on a plush, bright yellow armchair, a bowl of chocolate pudding in her lap and butterfly-shaped glasses on her face, completely unflappable as several of the potentially destructive spells flew right past her, something that couldn't be said about the other two familiar redheaded Gryffindor and auburn haired Slytherin as they begrudgingly shared the now battered couch acting as a barrier separating them from the magical onslaught unleashed by their housemates/lovers/friends/sworn enemies/political allies/whatever-Pansy-is-supposed-to-be.

The familiar blonde Ravenclaw titled her head toward her cowering schoolmates, "Isn't this the most awesomest climatic battle ever? A shame Harry is missing it..."

"Probably having fun without me..." Harry thought as images of the girls "Having fun without him" flashed through his mind as a certain part of his anatomy started stiffening.

Harry sighed at his hardening cock as he started washing and lathering himself, deciding to take care of his hardening manhood as soon as he had reached the other girls.

Finished with his shower, Harry took hold of one of the fresh towels, which had magically appeared as soon as he had stepped out of the stall, and started to dry his hair with the towel. He head over where he previously discarded his uniform, sure that the house elves had probably already changed it with a fresh set of robes.

They hadn't.

Instead, on the bench where his haphazardly discarded Quidditch uniform once was and should have been a fresh change of clothes, Harry found nothing other than his Father's Invisibility Cloak.

"And what are you doing here?" Harry asked, brows furrowed in confusion as he absentmindedly discarded his towel and grasped the heirloom.

He looked around, not finding any other article of clothing, before sighing and putting on the priceless relic, disappearing from sight as he raised its hood over his head, resigning himself at having to rush to the Room of Requirement while invisible and naked before exiting the room.

Three things happened then.

First was the instantaneous warming charm that activated on the cloak if wore by someone naked, courtesy of two infamous stag and dog Animaguses during the wilder years of their youth.

Second was Harry noticing the door of the Girls' Changing Room being slightly open, the muffled sound of water running coming out of the door.

Third was Harry being promptly assaulted by the sudden compulsion of getting a peek of what was happening inside (Of course, only to check on the girls wellbeing in case they had been attacked by a mountain troll in the last few minutes...which totally could have happened, knowing Hogwarts)

Harry, demonstrating to the world that he possessed the survival skills of a praying mantis, slowly approached the ajar door, slightly opening it, peeking through the small crack before shrugging, the thought "What the hell, I'm invisible!" racing through his mind before slipping inside the Girls' locker room, closing the door behind him with a soft thud.

Harry's colour drained as he took the sight in front of him.

Angelina Johnson was slumped against the marbled wall of the girls' shower stall, her hands fondling her fairly large breasts, a continuous, low moan coming from her lips as water from the shower streamed down the young woman's athletic physique. The dark skinned beauty's toned legs were haphazardly resting on each shoulder of none other than Alicia Spinnet, one of the olive-toned chaser's hands supporting her captain's prominent backside as she worshipped the other girl's pussy as she kept to rhythmically thrust three of her fingers inside her own, shaved pussy.

Of course, such an erotic display of the female flesh could only have one possible reaction to our valiant hero as he felt his cock growing steadily erect.

Almost as on autopilot, Harry's hand slowly crept down toward his length, his fingers curling around it as a groan escaped his lips, unnoticed by the other occupants in the room as he started stroking it.

And of course, that was the time when another, almost instantaneous charm, this time courtesy of a certain green-eyed Muggleborn witch and her short temper, decided to activate itself.

With a loud, magically produced, annoying noise, Harry's Invisibility Cloak violently detached itself from his person, revealing him in all of his naked glory.

Time went still.

Angelina previously half lidded eyes widened as she noticed the sudden appearance of her naked seeker right in the middle of the room.

"Ha-Harry?" she said, her breathy voice subsequently accompanied by a low moan as it appeared that no one had told Alicia to stop with the ministrations of her captain's pussy.

Harry panicked, his eyes quickly widening in fear as he turned toward the door from where he had entered, ready to run for his life-

-only for him to crash into a wall of boobs.

Harry stumbled back, his chance of escape vanishing before his eyes as he found his only exit to the outside world blocked by none other than Katie Bell.

Had Harry been thinking rationally, he would have probably deduced that the sixth year must have already finished her shower, proof to this being the girl's white bathrobe and damp hair, and was probably drying herself somewhere outside the enrapturing scene that was Alicia giving head to Angelina while still being conveniently enough close to the door to physically stop Harry's flight for freedom.

Then he would have wondered how he had managed to end up in such a contrived situation, why his Invisibility Cloak had appeared in the changing room only to fail him at the worst possible moment, why the house elves hadn't procured him with some fresh robes, why he thought it a good idea to go take a peek on his three female teammates-

Of course, Harry wasn't pondering any of those things, the boy being way too occupied in noticing how, after his impact with his fellow Gryffindor, her already loosened bathrobe had fully opened, revealing the young woman's nice, curvy body with her modest-sized breasts and shaved crotch.

Not that he had much time to admire it, as the aforementioned young woman quickly covered herself with her bathrobe, a deep blush swiftly covering her cheeks before giving way to rage.

And that was when Katie's fist connected with Harry's jaw, making him fall on his ass.

"Katie!" Angelina, who had managed to extricate herself from her compromising position, yelled as she swiftly ran behind her fellow chaser, restraining her by taking hold of the girl's arms before she could pounce on our young hero, "Stop!"

"Stop?" Katie repeated as she started struggling against Angelina's hold, "Angie, this creep was peeping on you two for Merlin's know how long...Hell, he even owns an Invisibility Cloak, and you know that only creeps and peepers own Invisibility cloaks!" She yelled, not noticing as she struggled to get free of Angelina's grip, "How can you tell me to stop?!"

"Actually, girls... Ah... this is not what it looks like..." Harry started justifying himself only to be completely ignored by the three young women.

"We should inform McGonagall about what happened..." Katie then stated, causing Harry's and Angelina's eyes to widened in panic.

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!" She repeated like a mantra, her voice rising with each No, "You can't do that. You definitely can't do that." She said, tightening her hold on Katie's arms and bathrobe, "Think of the scandal that that would comport! 'Gryffindor's Star Seeker and Boy-Who-Lived found spying on Teammates while showering!' It would ruin Harry's already tarnished reputation,probably ending with him being expelled, or worse..." Angelina dramatically paused at that, eyes wide with madness "... He could be kicked out of the Quidditch Team."

Katie snorted a laugh at that, "Geez, Angie, good to know where your priorities lie."

"You can't tell on him" Angelina stated with a tone of finality, "You can't! Think of the Quidditch Cup...won't somebody please think of the Quidditch Cup?" She yelled, desperation filling her voice as she swiftly turned her smaller friend to look her in the eyes before shaking her shoulders.

"Okay... I said Okay!" Katie said with an exasperated tone, "Would you quit it!"

Angelina stopped before giving her friend a sheepish look.

Katie huffed in exasperation, "Fine, I'm not going to rat him out." She said, which quickly prompted a sigh of relief to escape Angelina's mouth, "Still, you can't think I'll let him get away scot free for what he did..."

"Oh, don't worry Katie..." Angelina said as she turned toward our still seated hero, "... We will make him pay, we're just going to do it...privately." She said, a sadistic glint in her eyes as she started approaching him.

Harry's eyes went wide at the tall, dark-skinned, big-breasted vision that was a naked Angelina Johnson towering over him, her hands firmly planted on her hips as she glared down at him and his still present erection.

"Do you know what do we do to people who creep on young girls here, Harry?" Angelina asked him, a devious glint crossing through her eyes, causing Harry to slowly gulp.

"We make sure they don't have a reason to creep on them anymore..."

A N 4: They say that every time someone Reviews a Fanfiction on this site, a Weeping Angel gets his wings (Or something like that).

A N 4B: Many Thanks to OverlordOfGrammaticCorrections for being a kind and just Beta.

A N 5: Racist!Misogynistic!Cormac (Which basically means Fanon!Cormac, really...) may or may not appear in the following chapters. It all depends on where the story decides to bring me.

A N 5B: So, as preliminary personalities for our three favourite chasers we have: Angelina (The Quidditch Freak who would do ANYTHING to win the cup), Alicia ([STILL TO BE DECIDED]) and Katie (That one girl who cover her body issues with Tsundere/self-loathing tendencies (Which is incidentally also one of Pansy's traits))

A N 6: So, if someone is keeping track of time (I am): The Friday here shown is their first Friday at Hogwarts, actually making this the Fifth Day of School.

A N 7: NEXT CHAPTER PREVIEW: Harry/Angelina/Alicia/Katie Unadulterated Foursome of Doom.

A N 8: I've posted a new Short Story. It's about a character from Twilight, and- Hey, wait, what are you guys doing? W-wait a minute... No! No! Nooooooo...

*Get's lynched by an angry mob*