The reinforced room that Aberfortth held lessons in was available to Harry and his friends whenever they liked. As Aberforth put it, more practice was never a problem. In the early afternoon the day after Harry and Fleur put on a show for Rita, Angelina invited him for a one on one session.
It was just the two of them in the room. Harry was stretching out his arms while Angelina had dropped down and was doing the splits, reaching out to her toes. Harry didn't remember her being that flexible, but he was definitely noticing now. It was hard not to stare at her ass in the tight athletic pants she was wearing.
"You said you wanted a duel?" Harry asked.
"That's right," Angelina said confidently.
"Just a regular duel?" Harry said.
It seemed like a strange request, because without sounding arrogant he was simply the stronger fighter out of the two. The two of them dueling would be helpful for Angelina, but he knew that she hated to lose, so it was a surprising request coming from her.
"It's a kind of duel that you're used to," Angelina said.
Harry assumed she meant the kind that they would do with Aberforth during lessons. That just meant that no lethal force was allowed, and the duels went until one side was incapacitated or disarmed.
Slowly, another idea occurred to him. A slightly crazier one. He wasn't sure about bringing it up until Angelina moved on to a new stretch that was somehow MORE suggestive than the splits she had been doing.
Angelina had stood up and bent down to touch her toes, facing her ass toward Harry. He could see every curve now, and he was pretty damn sure that was on purpose.
"Do you mean… dueling with a 'wager'?" Harry asked.
Angelina looked back at him without standing up.
"Tonks and I had a lot of time to talk while we were all waiting in Hogsmeade," Angelina said. "Before the Death Eaters decided to launch an assault, back when we all thought nothing was going to happen. Anyway, she was reminiscing on the days when she was staying there to defend the town, and she mentioned what you two used to do on Hogsmeade weekends. Dueling with a prize. And the prize was the other person's body."
"That was just something we did a few times for fun," Harry said. "You're making it sound like we did it all the time. Plus, Tonks almost always won back then."
Angelina licked her lips. "Lucky her. Let me try my luck."
Harry didn't argue. This was unexpected, but those stretches had enticed him. Maybe Angelina did that on purpose. Either way, as he thought about it, he realized that he was genuinely committed to winning.
Plus, he wasn't the same boy that he'd been back then. His skills were unrecognizably transformed since the days when Tonks pushed him around. Harry took up a dueling position and Angelina did the same thing.
"All warmed up?" Harry asked.
"Ready and waiting," Angelina said, her competitive spirit shining like a bright fire.
"On the count of three, we go," Harry said. "One. Two. Three!"
Angelina started the duel by using a bludgeoning hex. She always began duels on the front foot, as if they were a quidditch game where you wanted to send a bludger at the other team as fast as possible.
It's not like the strategy was inherently bad, it was just a little simplistic. Plus, it was a habit, meaning that Angelina did it consistently. That was a small problem. When you were dueling, you wanted to stay unpredictable.
Unless you were Voldemort with the power and lack of morals to throw around unblockable Unforgivables like they were candy. If you could cast thirty killing curses in five minutes, you didn't have to think about anything to win your duels, unless your opponent was someone like Dumbledore.
Neither Harry nor Angelina were on a level anything like that yet, although Harry still hoped he could one day reach such heights. He really might have to if he wanted any kind of long and fulfilling life.
Back to the duel, Harry used a shield to block Angelina's hex. She got excited and used three more. This was the second part of her strategy. Once the opponent defended the first spell, she'd make them choke on a second one and a third one and… you got the picture.
Harry was content to sit back right now, hiding behind his shield. Angelina was behaving perfectly predictably thus far. She was above average when it came to magical power, and she tended to rely on that to win her fights. It worked somewhat consistently against the less experienced members of their group, namely Neville and Susan, but Tonks never had trouble handling Angelina, and the way things were going Neville would soon graduate into that group. Even Susan was catching up. Angelina really needed to diversify her talents.
Maybe Harry could turn this into a lesson? It wasn't his primary goal going into this, but frankly he was going to win no matter what unless he did something REALLY stupid. So he decided he should at least do it in a comprehensive fashion.
Just like Voldemort had a dueling style built completely around the use of nefarious heavy hitting spells, Harry could also afford to go for tricks few others could. His magical core was particularly potent, after all; that was where his additional strength stemmed from. Angelina's most recent offensive spell broke his shield, and Harry took the chance to conjure a new one.
This time, he fed way too much magic into the shield. Shield's were already moderately advanced magic that plenty of non-combat military personnel at the Ministry couldn't cast effectively. That was largely because of the drain they placed on magical cores. While the casting process was simple, a weak wizard could faint from casting a single one if they gave it too much juice.
The size and strength of shields was determined by a combination of how well the wizard pictured the spell while casting it, and how much fuel they gave it. The first was about skills while the second was about natural power. Now, what wasn't known super well was that if you put EXTRA strength into a shield, it actually increased in size.
It was crazy. A complete waste of time. Even some aurors would take themselves out of a fight trying to conjure a shield big enough to cover a group.
That's why Angelina was caught totally off guard when Harry conjured a shield that extended fifteen feet from him in all directions. It almost covered the distance between them. One of the physical impact spells she was casting hit his shield right in front of her, and the small shockwave blew her arm back, ruining her casting.
Harry dropped his shield. Even for him keeping up one that size was asking a lot, and just conjuring the huge dome of magic had made him breathless. It did its job, though, giving him an opening to begin a counterattack.
On purpose, Harry used only the spells Angelina had used. He thought about their incantations and wand movements, though, and blended them together with less wasted movement, letting him cast them much faster. Angelina made her own shield. Harry could see her eyes squinting as she looked for her chance to counterattack; there was no opening for her to latch onto. Harry's spells kept hitting her shield until it shattered.
Angelina yelped. The recoil of a shield being broken, rather than dispelled, had a tangible effect on the body. It sent a jolt of pain through your head and killed your focus temporarily.
By the time Angelina recovered, her wand was Harry's hand. She groaned.
"Do you know what you did wrong?" Harry asked.
"Too direct, too much offense, not enough finesse," Angelina said. "I've heard it all from Aberforth. But c'mon, you only beat me because you could make a shield like that! I was winning at the start!"
"Do you think you could've gotten through my shield?" Harry asked.
"If I hit it enough times," Angelina mumbled.
Her face showed that she got the point, though. She crossed her arms, glancing at Harry's face. Right, he'd won.
How fun.
"Do you want your wand back?" Harry asked.
Angelina nodded.
"Then get over here and polish mine," Harry said.
She dropped to her knees. Almost like a pet, Angelina crawled across the distance down on her hands and knees. Her hips swayed as she did it, shaking her ass for him. When she got to Harry she pulled her way up gripping his pants until she was kneeling in front of him. She opened his pants and pulled his dick out. Sucking in a deep breath, she started bobbing her head for him.
Angelina's throat felt good, although she wasn't able to take him as deep as some of the girls like Fleur and Tracey. With Angelina, the real allure was in seeing such a fit, powerful young woman kneeling obediently. She slid her lips over Harry's shaft, licking him inside of her mouth and taking his tip in her throat until she gagged. Part of Harry would always see Angelina as the badass older quidditch player who helped teach him the ropes of his favorite sport. So seeing her like this carried its own unique pleasure.
Her hair had already been tied back so it wouldn't be in her way during the duel, which now had the added benefit of leaving her blowjob ready at a moment's notice. Angelina seemed frustrated by her lack of ability to reach his base. She started pushing herself to take him deeper, gagging fiercely every time she gave it a go. She didn't make any noticeable progress, but the failed attempts were so hot that Harry had a great time.
He held her wand just above her head, drawing Angelina's eyes and making her look at it. She sucked on him harder to please him and win back her treasure. It felt especially kinky. Even though it was a little different, it really did take him back to the day when Tonks pinned him under her cunt and he returned the favor, fucking her like a prize.
"That's it, Angelina," Harry said. "A little more."
He grabbed the base of her ponytail, forcing her to go faster. The interval between her gags shortened.
"Glug! Glug! Glug!"
Angelina must have been feeling the kinky atmosphere herself. Even though it had nothing to do with the bet, she started to masturbate by putting fingers under the elastic waist of her pants. Harry could even hear her fingers digging through her wet pussy.
He pushed her down one last time: "GLUG!"
With his help Angelina finally managed to beat her previous best. There were still about two inches of his shaft that she couldn't get her lips over, but Harry had definitely forced his tip deeper than it had been yet.
Angelina's eyes watered as she adjusted to the feeling. When Harry came in her throat, a lot of it went right to her stomach but some spilled from her nose, and a little bit washed into her mouth. Harry held her down and made her swallow around his dick. The wet hanging appendage at the back of the mouth twitched against his dick.
When Harry let go of her, Angelina dragged her head back. She stretched her lips and inhaled tons of air to regain her breath. Her face had gotten messy from the blowjob, including some cum running from her nostril onto her top lip. As she kneeled there, her wand landed on her thighs. She looked at it, then looked at Harry.
"Round two?" Harry asked.
Angelina grabbed her wand. She knew she had no chance of winning… and she didn't care.
Sometimes, losing was FUN.
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