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Harry started to regret his joking choice, once he was in the air. As the seeker, he circled high above, with a great view of the various patterns the team flew, and the smooth ways they shifted tactically in the air.
However, those damned panties were in their own Wronski Feint, as they dove deep, distractingly into his butt cleft. The desire to rip it free, to rip them off entirely was growing uncontrollably. But, even for a practice, Harry knew, there'd be all kinds of scopes and glasses focused his way. He knew Hermione worried, and was sure that Cho would be paying particular attention to him today, too.
Adjusting his grip on the broom seemed to help, or at least distract him from the wandering panties. As time wore on, the weather worsened, and Harry had other concerns to occupy his attention. The ill-fitting panties faded, the thong no longer over riding his thoughts. The cut of the material no longer crushing his crown jewels quite so intently.
Swooping down lower, he gave some advice to Fred and George. Always, a risky proposition, and some encouragement to Ron, hovering nervously near the goals.
Not wanting to over-do it, he rose higher, as a bludger chose that time to head in his direction. He was already dodging, and didn't see the quaffle Fred chucked in his direction.
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