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Paying For His Pedestal	By : twocanz Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Harry/Cho Views: 82668 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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A/N: Presently being beta'd.
Chapter 1: Because I�m Not Supposed Too!

Our Chosen One

Harry Potter, at the tender age of one, thwarted He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. Now sixteen, our precious Boy Hero is set to finally destroy the evil Dark Lord, and save the magical world once and for all. This writer, as well as the Daily Prophet, the Ministry, and the many magical people of Great Britain, have every confidence that the Boy-Who-Lived is, indeed, the Chosen One to stop the reign of the Dark Lord. And it is safe to say that one would be hard pressed to find someone who didn�t believe in the greatness of this young boy. Correction, in this young MAN.

The Daily Prophet would like to, again, apologize to Harry Potter, and his loyal followers, for our misguided and ill-educated reportings a few months ago. Being the wonderful human being that he is, Mr. Potter has forgiven us for our foolish�.
A raven-haired, Asian beauty sighed as she read the article in the Daily Prophet.
Cho Chang likes Harry Potter. Well, she did like him at one point in her life, but she wasn�t sure how she felt about him now. In the corridor of the Hogwarts Express only minutes ago, he could barely look at her. And he was rather rude to her at the end of last school year as well. Then again�
Cho, you were an emotional wreck last term. You can�t very well blame him, she thought to herself.

I can blame him! He was angry at me for defending my friend. He�d go to the ends of the earth for his, wouldn�t he?

Yeah, but you defended Marietta for what she�d done to his organization only because she was jealous of how you felt about him.

Well�I didn�t know that until much later on, did I?

Yeah, but you�re still her friend, aren�t you? And you don�t have him, do you?

I don�t want either of them in my life if I can help it.

Right, that�s why she�s sitting across from you now and that�s why Michael broke up with you over the summer.

I�didn�t mean to say�Harry�s name while we were� It was accident! He�s blowing it well out of proportion, isn�t he?

Right, he should be able to deflower you and understand that you�ve always imagined it to be Harry Potter that�s why you felt so compelled to say�no, shout repeatedly, his name!
�Come on, Cho, we�re all going to the loo,� said Marietta, shaking Cho from her thoughts as she stood up and headed toward the door with a couple of other seventh year girls. �Are you going to moon over that ruddy picture of Potter the entire ride back to school, or are you going to actually enjoy our last ride to Hogwarts?�
Cho�s upper lip slightly curved in irritation at the sight of Marietta, but she got up anyway. Her once best friend had admitted to Cho over the summer that she had only tattled on Dumbledore�s Army to get Harry in trouble, and Cho away from him. The young Ravenclaw confessed that she had had feelings for Cho for quite some time. Cho was livid at her best friend and had no intentions of returning the feelings. But Marietta had begged Cho the entire summer to, at least, remain friends with her. Cho forgave her with a warning to remain friendly only. It was their last school year at Hogwarts, after all, and Cho was looking forward to a year of fun.

******

Harry Potter slammed his copy of the Daily Prophet onto the bench of the Hogwarts Express. Seething with anger, he stood up and walked over to the window of the moving train. His heavy, rapid breathing fogged up the glass he wasn�t focusing on anyway.
�Oh, Harry,� began Hermione, worriedly. �Don�t let it get to you so.�
�Yeah, mate,� began Ron. �At least they are saying positive things now, considering they were calling you nutters all last term. They ought to be kissing you�re bloody feet for what they�ve done, the wankers!�
Harry turned around angrily. �But they�ve been at it all fucking summer, haven�t they? Kissing my arse with every article; every headline; putting me on top of a pedestal and causing everyone else to do the same! I can do no wrong now that THEY�VE decided I�m not off my nut! They�d love a shot of me in the loo just so they can praise how I take a piss directly into the water without spilling a drop, wouldn�t they?�
�Harry, for goodness sakes!� said Hermione, blushing at his reference.
Ron smirked at the reference. �You are quite good at that, Harry. I�m complete rubbish at it most of the time.�
Harry glared at his best friend. �Shut it, Ron.�
Another voice in compartment sighed. �Calm down, Harry, honestly,� began Ginny. �You�re a hero, aren�t you? They aren�t going to see you as much more than that. Not like�others can�� she blushed, but Harry didn�t notice as his eyes watched the door of the compartment.
He grimaced at the sight of Cho Chang walking by with her gaggle of friends. And Harry nearly rushed the door, wand raised, when he saw Draco Malfoy walk by as well, peeking in to see Harry, waving a copy of the Prophet in the window, and then pumping his curved hand back and forth in front of Harry�s picture, simulating a solitary sexual act.
Ron smirked again. �Yeah, Harry, you could knock a three year old into a pile of dung, take his candy, and speak ill of his mother all at the same time, and the Prophet would praise you for multi-tasking!�
�RON!� shouted Hermione and Ginny before taking a swing at his head and chest, each landing perfectly, each eliciting a painful moan from him.
�OUCH! Okay, all right!� shouted Ron as he was assaulted by his best friend and sister. �Mate, I�m sorr� HARRY, WAIT!� he shouted suddenly as Harry reached in his truck, pulled out his invisibility cloak, and headed toward the compartment door. �Where are you going?�
Harry�s hand was on the handle of the door, his breath again, fogging up the glass. �I�m�going to�.blow off a little�steam! I�m�going to�go follow�Malfoy around a bit�see what he�s up too. Maybe hex him�while invisible.�
�But Harry, don�t sink down to Malfoy�s level; starting fights and all,� began Ginny. �It�s just not you, you�re better than that.�
Harry ignored the slight crush he had on Ginny for the moment, as irritation set in from her statement. �I wouldn�t be so sure about that,� he nearly growled in response.
�Sounds wicked, Harry!� praised Ron, rubbing his hands together like a person ready to cause mischief. �May I come too?�
�UH, no! You haven�t any steam to blow off, have you? You�go practice that�weeing in the water bit! Maybe then someone can praise you to nauseam!� he retorted. Then Harry turned around to face his sorry friend. �Bit of free advice, mate? Stop stroking it so bloody much when you go into the loo, maybe then you can aim DOWN to the toilet instead of spraying the walls!� he snapped, leaving the compartment, and leaving a freshly gasped set of friends.

****

Upon returning to their compartment, the Ravenclaw girls were surprise to find a Gryffindor boy waiting nervously inside. �This one�s taken, you know,� said Marietta, snidely to boy as she stood closer to Cho.
The Gryffindor blushed. �I�m aware of that, thank you. I�just wanted to say�hello to Cho, if that�s alright?�
Cho smiled. �It�s quite alright, Cormac,� she replied to the seventh year boy. �How are you?�
The tall boy blushed even more, and when he �accidentally� took a look at Cho�s legs in her skirt, he went scarlet. �Fine, thanks. I was wondering��
�WELL,� Marietta said loudly, interrupting him and startling everyone in the compartment. �Reckon we should get changed into our robes now, don�t you?� she continued as she walked over to her trunk and pulled out her robes, all the while glaring at the Gryffindor and nodding her head at her friends to agree.
�OH, right, right!� said the two other girls, walking over to their trunks.
Cho glared evilly at the sheep that she called friends. �Maybe we can have this conversation another time, Cormac? I�d�really like too,� she assured him with a smile.
�Yeah some other time would be great!� Marietta said, walking with her and Cho�s robes in her hands. �Ladies? Cho?�
Cho turned to her closer-to-being-former best friend and glowered at her. She snatched her robe out of Marietta�s hand, leaving the girl wide-eyed with wonder at the actions. �Why don�t you lot go back to the loo and change, and I�ll stay here and do it? No need for us all to go in there, is it?�
Marietta sighed with defeat. �But��
�Thank you! Bye now!� Cho growled.
Marietta not only sighed with defeat again, she wore it on her face. �Alright�but we�ll�be right back! Come on, girls!� she ordered before tossing Cormac another surly look and heading out the compartment door.
The tall boy grinned from ear to ear as he watched the Ravenclaws leave. And he kept his grin when he turned back to Cho. �Got rid of them just for me?� he asked shyly.
Cho shook her head liberally. �No, got rid of them because I am tired of them, actually. But I do fear we�ll have to continue our conversation another time, Cormac; they will be back soon,� she added with sad irritation.
Cormac�s smile faded slightly as he nodded in understanding. �Right. Well�at school then?� he asked as he backed out the door, and stood in the corridor. �I�m�going to hold you too that!�
Cho smiled shyly as well. �Brilliant, please do.�

**

Harry stormed down the corridor, invisible to all and looking for Draco. He was determined to hex him, start a fight with him, kiss him if he had too, just so that it was something he WASN�T supposed to be doing; something that DIDN�T fit in the box of what the �Chosen One� should be doing; something that would break the hearts of the masses that glued him to his pedestal.
Angry at the world, Harry nearly bumped into Cormac McLaggen. Actually, the tall boy nearly bumped into the invisible Harry as he backed out of a compartment. �See you at school then, Cho,� Cormac said as his blush took him away from the open compartment door.
Harry stopped in his tracks and turned around. Maybe he�d find Draco another time.

**

Cho allowed her smile to take her to the window of her compartment. She watched the scenery outside change rapidly at the speed of the train, but she still was able to identify a pretty meadow at one moment, a quaint farmhouse at another, a dewy mountain top, a�
She was so lost in thought, she didn�t hear the compartment door slide close. Though she felt a presence in the room with her, Cho ignored it, thinking over what her final school year may bring before heading off to Healer training in the fall. But that presence became undeniable when she felt a pressure on her left breast, a pressure that unmistakably felt like a hand. As Cho gasped she looked down to see nothing on her breast, but felt her nipple squeezed through the fabric.
Then she heard it. Breathing, heavy, in her ear; a body pressed up against hers; another hand, with a wand, around her waist.
�Oh, God! Please�� Cho begged breathlessly with fear. �Don�t hurt me! I�l�I�ll�scream!� she threatened in the same manner.
The invisible assailant chuckled in her ear. �Please do, makes it even more�wrong,� he whispered.
With his words, Cho could feel a developing hardness pressing against her backside. She knew what it was, and she knew where it wanted to go. �But�someone will�hear me and�my friends will be back shortly�they�ll��
The assailant smirked once more, and released his arm from around her waist. �No one will hear you scream. I�m quite talented, if you let the world tell it, so I�ve thought to put a silencing charm on the compartment�� he said in his regular voice. Cho recognized it immediately and gasped again.
�H-Har�� but her words when interrupted when she was bent forward harshly and her wrists bounded together as they attached themselves to the window ledge. �Ha��
�AS for you friends,� he interrupted her words. �I�ve put a charm on the door that will make them think they have some place else to be instead of in here�with you�interrupting us�� he said maliciously.
When Cho felt a soft material covered hand sliding up her leg and up her skirt, she felt a tear fall down her cheek. �HARRY, I know it�s you! Please, don�t do this!�
Cho felt the hand come from under her skirt and the pressure of the body behind her, back away. The Ravenclaw tried to stand up straight, not wanting to leave her bottom stuck out like a bull�s-eye, but found it difficult. Then she heard her invisible assailant smirk. �Found me out, have you?� Harry asked, yanking the cloak off his body. �Well, I�m glad you have, Cho. I want someone to know I�m not bloody perfect!�
Cho turned her head as best she could to see behind her. Harry was just as cute as he had always been to her, with the green eyes that she saw even when she closed her eyes to kiss Cedric�Michael. But in those eyes she had loved once, she saw something else, something menacing, something evil as he looked right back at her.
She sniffed hard, and her heart beat rapidly. �But Harry�there are�other ways�to show you�re not�perfe-,� but her words halted once again when she saw him unzip his pants.
�But this way�would be more enjoyable,� Harry replied with a sinister smile, before yanking her skirt up. At the force of his pulling, Cho hit her head on the window. She was dizzy momentarily and her knees weakened, causing her to fall forward. Harry grabbed her around the waist with one arm and held her up. Cho shook her head, trying to will herself back into complete consciousness, but upon realizing again what her reality was, she wished she could hit her head harder and welcome the unconsciousness.
But her dizziness faded instantly when she felt her panties torn away from her body. Her breath caught in her throat as she felt his heated, harden flesh press against her exposed ass cheek. The tears fell just as rapidly as her heart thumped. The Ravenclaw beauty braced herself for what she knew she couldn�t stop. Through her bound wrists, she held the ledge of the window as best she could. Then, she felt it; the hard head poking around aimlessly in her open cheeks. She pointlessly yelped in fear, in the fear that he would enter her ass instead of her dry vagina. Either way, it would be painful, but one would surely be worse than the other. �OH HARRY, PLEASE NOT IN THERE! Do what you feel you must to me, but�PLEASE don�t go in�there!�
Harry stopped his search for the entry way. �Go in�where?� he asked with genuine confusion.
Cho sniffed as her almond-shaped eyes narrowed further in confusion as well. �My�in my� Harry, have you ever had�sex before?� she asked the window, seeing his reflection behind her. The reflection nearly blushed.
�Um�no,� he said with no hint of malice.
Cho swallowed hard at his admission and the words she was set to say. �May I ask that you not�go in my�arse�please? If you�� she swallowed again, �aim�a little lower�you�� but her words stopped once more as he did as she instructed. Soon his weeping head was sitting at her dry entrance.
�Is that it?� he asked, his voice heavy with lust behind her.
Renewed tears fell down Cho�s face and she couldn�t answer him. �Ha-Harry�why are you�doing this?� she sobbed.
�Because,� he began, and then plunged inside her, �I�m not supposed too.�
Cho whimpered loudly at first thrust. Harry was much larger than Michael and seemed to fill her to capacity. Then again, anything would feel large inside her now having only had sex once before. The deeply penetrated beauty wasn�t sure if Harry�s pause in thrusting was his being kind enough to allow her to adjust to his size or if his lack of experience warranted confusion as to what to do next. When she heard him praise a higher power not a second later, she realized it was his lack of experience adjusting to the feel of a woman�s insides. In Harry�s reflection, Cho could see his expression of surprise, agony, and ecstasy all mixed in one, while she only wore agony on her face.
Then he began. Harry�s lack of experience caused him to pull to far back, leaving her completely, before another painful entry, followed by thrusting in to the hilt.
�Oh God!� they both said for two different reasons; one from the joy of being sheathed entirely in a female�s heat, the other from the physical and emotional pain of taking in thick, long, hard flesh without consent and without care.
Cho�s forearms were drenched from fallen tears as Harry began to ride her insides. She noticed that it only took a few strokes for him to realize that he didn�t want to pull out completely, that he wanted to stay inside the hot haven as much as possible, and push deeply inside as often as possible. Soon, Harry�s body was in automatic and Cho was being pounded from behind. The sounds of her assaulted cheeks and his pelvis slapping together harshly was the only sound filling the compartment, along with her cries of pain, and his cries of ecstasy.
The Ravenclaw�s dry insides were slightly becoming moist once her body realized the natural act that was taking place. The newly incorporated feminine juices only eased the pain of his powerful thrusts to a small degree. It would take a different liquid to ease the pain entirely. And after a final powerful thrust, Cho was filled with that liquid as Harry�s spunk shot off inside her, and finally ending the pain by ending the torture she had been going through.
Harry, as inexperienced as he was, pulled out of her suddenly, allowing his semen to drip down her opening as remnants continued to leak out of him. He fell back on the compartment bench, exhausted, and Cho�s knees buckled causing her to fall to the floor under the window. The bound around her wrists caused a painful pull on her arms, but was nothing compared to the pain in her knees from hitting the floor, the pain in between her legs, and the emotional pain tearing her insides.
She cried even harder even though it was over. It would be something she would never forget; raped by the Boy Hero everyone loved. The pain inside her was not only from the assault itself, but the fact that she would be breaking everyone�s heart when she told the wizarding world what their �Chosen One� had done to her. But as Cho watched Harry on the bench, out of breath, sweat glistening his scarred forehead, his sated penis hanging limply out his boxers, she knew the world would hate her more than him for what he�d done.
But it didn�t matter what they thought, Cho had no intentions of allowing Harry to get away with what he had done. There was obviously something wrong with him if he wanted someone to know he wasn�t perfect, that he only raped her because he wasn�t �supposed too�. Because of that, she knew he would be capable of doing this to someone else, and she was not going to allow that to happen. Cho would stop the Great-ly Disturbed Harry Potter.
Fear suddenly shot through her as she watched Harry slide off the bench. He tucked in the limp weapon he had used on her, and crawled closer. Cho screamed. �GET AWAY FROM ME, HARRY! PLEASE JUST LEAVE ME ALONE, YOU�VE DONE ENOUGH TO ME! YOU�VE�YOU�VE PROVEN IT TO ME THAT YOU�RE NOT BLOODY PERFECT! PLEASE JUST�GO!� she yelled, trying to kick her leg at him, and finding it painful because of her aching vagina.
Harry, though noticeable exhausted, smirked evilly at her, and she prepared herself mentally for what she was sure would be either a smack in the face, or another sexual assault. �Don�t worry, Cho, I�m done with you,� he assured her, though she didn�t believe him. �But I�m sure you�re considering telling on me, aren�t you?� Harry asked with a self-righteous smile.
Cho narrowed her eyes further. �Of course I am! I can�t let you get away with what you�ve done!� she retorted angrily at his boldness to assume otherwise. When he raised his wand however, she shrieked back in fear. But bravely, she continued. �I�I�have every intention of�.stopping you, H-Harry! I can�t�allow you to�do this�to anyone else. I�m�telling�the world that Harry Potter raped me!� she nearly shouted, but narrowed her eyes in confusion as he smiled and waved his wand over her at her last words. Cho thought maybe he had put her under the Imperius curse, a memory charm, or the Confundus charm, but she felt in her right mind. She looked at the boy in front of her, who was now standing up and zipping his pants, and knew what he done. Images of the rape flashed in her mind, the memory was there. Cho opened her mouth to speak to make sure he hadn�t silenced her, and she had a good reason to speak as he roughly pulled opened her legs. �Harry, please not again! I beg you!� No, her voice was working just fine.
Harry only peeked up at her, then back down to the tuft of neat black hair covering his new favorite region of a woman. Cho gasped and turned her head away from the sight of him when she watched him put the tip of his wand at her opening. �Oh no, Harry, please�don�t�� she begged, fearing he was about to take pleasure in watching his wand take her now.
He snorted and shook his head. �Accio! Semen Evanesca!� he said, and Cho felt the oddest sensation. She thought perhaps she was urinating on herself, but she turned to watch strings of white liquid leave her opening, hover in the air momentarily, and then vanish. The drops she had felt ease down in between her cheeks when she first fell to the floor, also lifted and disappeared. When Harry stood up with a satisfied look on his face, she knew he had cleaned away all his evidence. Then with another wave of his wand, her torn and tossed panties disappeared as well.
Cho watched Harry head to the compartment door and open it. He turned around and surveyed the mess of Cho Chang on the floor, skirt still hiked up around her waist, still bound to the ledge of the window, and with tears flowing freely out her eyes. The Ravenclaw hated the smile that played across his face as he boldly stood there with the door open. But his words felt like a kick in the stomach. �Cho, make sure you tell everyone what I�ve done,� he said with a laugh. �I�d love to see their reaction!� Cho cried even harder. And with one last flick of his wand, releasing her bounds, Harry walked out the open compartment door.
Cho�s arms, though hurting from the force of being held in place for so long, flew to her skirt, pulling it down as people walked past her compartment door unaware of what took place inside it. She folded her arms around her body so tightly as she sat up straight, she seemed close to cracking her own ribs. The raven-haired girl rocked back and forth on the floor with tears pouring off her chin and she tried to process what just happened to her. But she startled when Marietta and the other two girls reentered the compartment.
She couldn�t look up and meet their eyes, even when they gasped in shock. When Marietta fell to her knees beside Cho, she didn�t dare look at her either. �My God, Cho! What�s happened to you? Why are you�crying?� asked her best friend. Cho couldn�t respond yet, she just couldn�t find the words, form the words to explain what happened to her and by whom. �Did Cormac�do something�to you?� Marietta asked angrily as if she expected that to be the reason. Cho shook her head profusely, her long black hair shaking over her shoulders. �Then�who�what happened?�
Cho sniffed hard and fruitlessly wiped the never-ending tears from her chin. �Ha-Harry�Potter�� she began, her insides twisting in pain at what the world would think of her.
�Harry Potter?� the three girls said in unison, seeing the Daily Prophet on the floor next to Cho with Harry�s picture on the front page.
Suddenly, Marietta sucked her teeth. �Don�t tell you�re crying over that wanker again, Cho? Thought you were over him once and for all?� she asked exasperatedly, and stood up. �Bloody hell, Cho, I thought something happened to you!�
�IT DID!� Cho shouted from the floor, looking up at the now shocked expressions of the girls.
�What then?� asked one of the girls.
Cho swallowed hard. �Harry Potter�� she began again painfully. �He�he��
�What?� asked Marietta.
�He�� Cho watched her legs that hurt even more at the moment and took a deep breathe. �HARRY POTTER�LIKES CHICKENS!� she shouted.
Now all four girls in the room gasped at her statement. Two began to laugh, one sucked her teeth at the one on the floor, and the one of the floor covered her mouth in shock. Cho was beyond shock at the words that came out of her mouth. She could hear the proper statement in her mind before she said it, and it was even there as she spoke. However, the words did not come out of her mouth. Maybe it was a moment of shock of first having to speak the dreadful words; a momentary lapse of�sanity perhaps. She�d try again.
�Harry�he, just now, he�likes chickens. NO, he LIKES CHICKENS�IN HERE NO, CHICKENS�HE LIKES CHICKEN!� Cho kept pointing at herself and room and moving picture of Harry on the newspaper. �CHICKENS, PLEASE BELIEVE ME, HE LIKES CHICKENS!�
The two other Ravenclaws were holding their stomachs with laughter, while Marietta rolled her eyes at Cho on the floor. �That�s lovely, Cho. I hope Potter will be very happy with his chickens. And I can�t believe you�re so jealous of his fondness for poultry that you�re crying like a baby!�
Cho stood up painfully, her femininity still aching from its assault. She finally realized what his wand waving in her face had done to her. �I�m not jealous over any poultry, Mari! Don�t you see, he�s making me say he likes chicken, because�HE LIKES CHICKENS! He�s put a spell on me!�
Marietta shook her head. �Well, I guess that�s a good reason for you to say he likes chickens because he likes chickens. May we talk about something else now, please?�
Cho sat on the bench opposite everyone else as renewed tears fell down her face. She clutched her robe that she had failed to change into earlier, to her body and forced herself not to sob loudly as she watched Harry�s moving picture on the cover of the Prophet on the floor in front of her. The seventh year contemplated going to find him, and hexing him since telling his dirty deed would do no good. But the idea of facing him once more made her heart and stomach hurt. She knew she had an entire school year to confront him, once she built up the courage. Or, she could avoid what the world would surely say and do to her once they found out their hero was a disturbed rapist. Cho had a lot to consider, but one thing was for certain, Cho Chang hated Harry Potter.

*****

The remainder of the ride back to Hogwarts was torture for Cho. Her friends, or people she somewhat considered friends, did not believe her because they couldn�t understand what she was saying. Now, they thought she was crazy, though they didn�t say it to her directly. Instead, they spoke to her in a very soft manner that would be used to talk to a scared child.
The Welcome Back Feast was not as joyful as Cho had expected for her last year of school. Dumbledore�s words fell on deaf ears, the buzzing of her fellow housemates about the grade point average of some of the incoming first years that would be sorted in didn�t excite her, and the energy of every seventh year sitting near her had for their last year could not raise her spirit in the slightest. As a matter of fact, while she picked at her food, sitting on her violated bottom, the Ravenclaw watched the Gryffindor that had assaulted her.
She didn�t want to sit with her back to Harry, so she sat on the other side of her table, but directly in front of him. Passed Marietta�s head, she could see him smiling from ear to ear, joking happily with his two best friends, and the female redhead who eyes dance with joy at the sight of him, just like Cho�s�use too.
�You seem in quite better spirits, Harry,� she heard Ron say, patting him on the back. �But I�m sad to see that Malfoy doesn�t have a scratch on him, mate! Did you miss?�
Harry chuckled, and Cho�s stomach turned. �I�poked at him a bit with my wand while under the cloak. But he only thought it was Goyle getting fresh with him, so he walloped him good. Was quite amusing to say the least!�
�Wicked!� Ron exclaimed. �Wish I could have seen that! And look, even Hermione�s smirking at the story! Miss Goody-Goody knows he deserved it too!�
Hermione tried to suppress her smile as she rolled her eyes at Ron. �No, Ron, I�m just happy Harry�s feeling much better is all.� Ron scoffed at her. �I am! And I�m also happy Harry didn�t do anything to�drastic or irrational,� she added, her smile changing from a giggling one to one of relief.
Harry looked down at his food, and peeked quickly at the Ravenclaw table, meeting Cho�s eyes, and smiling. �Not me, Hermione. Haven�t you heard, I�m a bloody hero. A good boy. A savior. There�s not an evil bone in my entire body!� he explained with sincerity to his female friend.
Cho began choking on the one sweet pea she had put in her mouth, and Terry Boots sitting next to her, patted her back. �Are you alright there, Cho?� he asked nervously.
�No,� she said, wanting to tell him and everyone she wasn�t alright, that her insides hurt, that Harry Potter had raped her, and that there was a good chance he was going to get away with it� �I mean, yes, Terry. Thank you,� she said instead after gaining her composure from coughing, and not wanting to go back to speaking of Harry�s fetish for poultry.
�If you�re sure,� said Terry, looking as though he was entirely unsure.
Cho nodded. �Yes, thank you,� she said. When he turned away to speak to her ex-boyfriend Michael, Cho�s eyes went to her assailant once more. He hadn�t noticed her coughing fit for he was still smiling and talking to his friends.
The Ravenclaw watched the little redhead Gryffindor put a nearly trembling hand on Harry�s shoulder. He then turned his smile toward her. �You�re�feeling better than, Harry?� she asked, unable to control the smile splitting her face.
Harry�s eyes on the littlest Weasley made Cho nervous. �Loads better, Ginny. Thanks,� he responded in a tone he hadn�t used on his friends. In fact, his entire expression was one of heavy interest in the girl. Cho worried that maybe Harry had found his next victim.

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The first full day of school Cho was numb, which is bad for a seventh year Ravenclaw when N.E.W.T.s were on her plate. She barely spoke to anyone, and being as popular as she was, that was a feat. But the beauty brushed off most conversations and advances from boys with a forced smiled and a mumbled apology.
During breakfast and lunch that day were the only times she saw her assailant. He hadn�t even so much as looked her away, or acknowledged her existence. Cho took his behavior as a blessing and an insult; blessing that he would leave her alone, an insult that he didn�t seem even slightly remorseful for what he had done. In fact, the Boy-Who-Lived seemed very joyful as he started the first day of his sixth year.
But Cho�s behavior did not go unnoticed by others. Marietta had tried to talk to her during Charms, and Cho made every effort to tell her friend what had happened. �Harry, Marietta, he is what�s wrong with me,� she whispered over their tiny Head of House�s instructions on how to charm a door to open when it identifies a hand print.
Marietta sighed but nodded at her friend. �Okay, fine, Harry is what�s wrong with you. So what did he do, or say, or not say to you, Cho, that�s gotten you in such a state? And I swear to you, if you say so much as �roasted� or �feather�, I�m ending this conversation!� her friend whispered in return.
Now it was Cho�s turn to sigh. But then her Ravenclaw mind came up with an idea. �Say! That�s exactly it, I can�t say but�� she said as she ripped off a piece of her parchment and dipped her quill in the ink well. �I can bloody well write it, I bet!� With that, Cho began to scribble quickly, glancing at the professor, and her friend as she wrote. �Here! Read that!� she exclaimed triumphantly as she shoved the piece of paper at Marietta.
The seventh year took the slip of paper and read it to herself as Cho felt the burden of her secret lift off her shoulders. Harry must have forgotten that he was messing with a Ravenclaw mind, she thought. But when Marietta sucked her teeth again in irritation and tossed the piece of paper back to Cho, her heart sank. She gasped as her eyes looked over her note and it read in her handwriting: Harry likes chickens!
As her friend turned her attention back to their teacher, Cho sucked back the tears that wanted to revisit her eyes once more. She was determined not to cry anymore, considering she cried the entire night before and in between each class that day. The Asian beauty had to accept that Harry had indeed, won, and there was nothing more she could do but live with the memory forever.

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Later that evening as Cho sat in the Great Hall picking away at her dinner, she decided then that there was no better time then the present to try and get on with her life. With her Arithmancy book open, she studied as she pretended to eat. This was helpful not only to force herself to do something normal, but also to help her ignore her friends, and to keep her from glancing at the Gryffindor table. The pain in her lower region had subsided only a little by lunch that day, and the pain everywhere else inside her was being fought against by her concentration on the text book.
It had worked for Cho, and soon she was in the library studying alone, completely immerse in her notes and books. Even as she finally walked up the stairs to the fifth floor, heading to Ravenclaw Tower, her head was in a book and Harry was out of her mind.
Walking down the corridor toward her House entryway, Cho heard a rustling near by, but ignored it assuming it was Peeves, or the dress of the Grey Lady blowing in her own wind. But when she heard the rustling a little closer behind her, Cho turned around and saw nothing but corridor, then nothing but black.
When her eyes opened, she saw the ceiling of a forgotten room in the school. A room she had been in once before with Cedric; a room where couples came to kiss and other fun activities with their willing partners. It was an abandon teachers� lounge that Cho hadn�t remembered going into that evening. However, when she realized she was lying down on a couch, she made to move her arms, and found they were bound above her head over the armrest. �No,� she whispered quietly, fearfully, knowingly. The Ravenclaw prayed she was dreaming, and when she tilted her head upward and she saw Harry sitting on the edge of the couch grinning devilishly at her, she knew she was in her living nightmare. �Harry, please! Not again! You can�t be serious?�
Harry snorted coolly. �Very serious, indeed,� he said before standing up and taking off his clothes as he kept his eyes locked on hers.
Cho watched him undress, and judging by the state of his manhood, he was just as serious as he said. She gulped in fear and in an effort to keep the tears back, but it wasn�t working. Both were becoming very evident on her face. �Why�why are you�doing this to��
�I�ve already told you why, Cho,� Harry interrupted her as he pulled off his shirt, revealing his thin but muscular torso, with arms to match. �It�s because I�m not supposed to,� he reminded her as he sat on his knees by her feet facing her at the end of the couch.
When he pulled open her legs, Cho bit back the pointless need to scream. �I meant, why are you�doing this to ME, Harry? What did I do�to deserve this? And twice, no less?� she asked, unable to control the trembling in her voice. �Do you�like me�still�or something?�
Harry paused and sat with a contemplative look on his face, then shook his head. �No. No, Cho, I don�t like you at all really. But you�re my �Chosen One� because you�re popular and perfect in everyone�s eyes, just like me. But you strive for that image, while mine is THRUST upon me without my consent! Besides, no one is supposed to hurt Miss Pretty Popular! She�s been through so much�� he whined mockingly as he pulled her legs even further open, which lifted her skirt even more in the process, revealing her silky white panties.
�But I DON�T ask for the popularity either, Harry! I swear to you�it�s just the way others see me! I can�t help that, neither can you!� she explained, hoping to talk some sense into him.
But as he snorted again, she knew it was senseless. �Which brings me to my next reason for choosing you, Cho. I distinctly remember you telling me last term how all the boys just wanted you. Well, I�m a boy, I suppose that means I�m to want you too.�
Cho sniffed hard. �But Harry, I was�an emotional wreck last year! I didn�t�mean everything I said! I had liked you for so long and all you seemed to be thinking about was Hermione�and�I went a little overboard! Cedric�s death affected me greatly! I wish I was you, you watched him die and it did not affect you at all!�
He narrowed his eyes at her angrily. �It did affect me, Cho! I was flying off the deep end with my friends all�the�time�� Harry�s words began to trail off as his recollections of his emotions seemed similar to hers. But instead of admitting he may have been wrong about her then, he plastered a smile on his face. �Doesn�t matter much now, does it? But it does seem that we have a lot more in common than I thought; popular and perfect in other�s eyes, but deep down undeserving of our pedestals. That�s why you�re my Chosen One, Cho, you�re my perfect imperfection.�
�But you just said you didn�t like me, Harry��
�Liking you and liking to fuck you are two different things,� he said plainly. �Yesterday was�my first time, and it was bloody brilliant! I thought that would be it, but I�d just love another go at it!�
At the end of his sentence, he leaned over her body, his dick poking her in the stomach. Cho trembled as he hand slowly reached toward her breast. But instead of cupping it through her shirt, Harry ripped open her blouse, revealing her lacy white bra. Finally, his hand cupped her breast and began squeezing and massaging it through the thin material. Cho sniffed back tears as Harry watched his hand stroking her with a beginner�s eagerness. When her body began to betray her and her nipple became hard, Harry squeezed it, causing her breath to catch in her throat.
�Ha-Harry?� she said after gulping in air. �Is�there�anything I can�do that�would�ease your�pain or�need to feel like�you have to�do this? Anything?�
Harry�s hungry eyes finally lifted from her breast, and looked into hers. �Yeah, there�s something you can do,� he answered sincerely. He then grabbed hold of the middle of her bra, �show me how you take these things off?�
Cho�s face contorted into sadness, and she turned her head away from him after she shook it. The tears began to leak out of her closed eyes once more as she heard him use a severing charm on the middle of the lacy material, freeing her breasts from their confines. Soon, she felt both his hands on her breasts, taking joy in feeling the meat underneath them, or the harden nipples between his thumb and index finger giving them a painful squeeze. Cho whimpered as her nipples were slowly rolled, pulled, and pushed in with his lightly callous fingers. But her whimpers turned into hisses as she felt warm breathing blowing over breast, and finally a wet mouth taking one of her nipples inside it. Cho�s body bucked upward slightly, not from pleasure but from the shock of the hot wetness playing with her nubs. From one to the other, Harry gently licked his way to each breast and each nipple, suckling, biting, and licking each one in turn. As he moaned on one of her sensitive tips, Cho bit her own lip as her body began to betray her once more from the vibrations of his signal of pleasure.
The Ravenclaw�s breath caught in her throat as she felt her Gryffindor assailant kiss her in between her thoroughly suckled breast, and ease down her torso. Light kisses, gentle nips, and soft sucks were placed all over her stomach. And as Harry�s tongue dipped into her belly button, Cho felt a cool breeze across the seat of her panties, a breeze that indicated that her panties had moistened. Cho berated her body for it�s disloyalty.
I don�t like it! Cho yelled inside her mind.

No, you don�t, Cho. It�s just your body preparing itself better for what�s about to come.

Right, and maybe he�ll go slower this time since he�s going so slow now.

But I wish he�d just get on with it, and let me be!

Good point.
�Harry?� Cho tried to sound forceful, but it came out breathless as he was now devouring her inner thigh, sending chills up her spine. �Please�just get this over with,� she begged. �I�appreciate your�taking your time�and being gentle with me this time, but��
Harry�s head lifted from the creamy white thigh. �Gentle? Have I been?� he asked as he stood up on his knees. �That truly was not my intentions at all,� he said sincerely. Cho soon regretted having said anything when Harry tore her moistened panties away from her body once more. He lifted both her legs and put them around his waist before laying on top of her. Cho just turned her face to side in time as Harry�s descended to hers. She held her breath as she felt his hard head at her entrance. And with a heavy grunt in her ear, she felt him enter her harshly.
Harry�s mouth quickly took to devouring her neck as his pelvis slammed into Cho�s repeatedly. She hadn�t even had a moment to adjust to his size this time around, but her cunt was wet enough to ease some of the pain. In fact, she had become so wet, she could hear the squeaking sounds of her juices as he glided in and out of her. Cho tried to get her mind away from the sounds, and away from her body. Desperately she tried to imagine herself flying on her broom, playing Quidditch, seeking that golden ball of victory. She could feel the broom handle between her legs, the power of it�s magic and her magic blending together to give the speed and know-how to will the instrument. The hard wood vibrated with power as she did loopy-loops and nose dives only to come back up before crashing, over and over again. She could see herself, feel herself, pulling the broom up closer to her body when she needed more air resistance, then lowering it when she didn�t. The different speeds felt good to her, so she lifted the broom, then lowered it, lifted it then lowered it once more under her Quidditch robes. And as her body began to enjoy it, she found herself pulling the broom forward and pushing it back in her mind repeatedly.
Finally, Cho felt a build-up developing in her pelvis as she flew. She moved the broom with a little more speed back and forth between her legs, her legs that were clinging to it for dear life. Then it happened. Her muscles in her feminine region clenched tightly. Her mouth fell opened with moans of ecstasy that filled the Quidditch pitch. But it wasn�t only her voice she heard. When her eyes opened slightly, she saw nothing but the ceiling of an old teachers lounge. A body was on top of her trembling as her insides filled with hot liquid. The owner of the mess of raven hair leaning against her cheek was still sputtering out whimpers of bliss, praising a higher power in the process.
Cho realized that her tears had been replaced with her own sweat. She also realized that the bevy of wetness inside her was not only due to the leavings of Boy Hero still exhausted on top of her, inside of her. The Ravenclaw felt a calmness that she shouldn�t be feeling considering that she had just been raped for the second time in two days by the same person. Cho knew she came, and hard at that. Her plan of separating herself from her body as Harry forced himself on her had backfired tremendously. If she wasn�t so flushed from her orgasm, she would be noticeably red in the face at the moment.
Embarrassed by her body�s betrayal, she turned her face into her arm. And as Harry lifted his head finally from her neck and shoulder, she wouldn�t dare look at him. �That�was�bloody brilliant, Cho,� he barely said a loud. �You�re�perfect even when�you don�t want to be! I mean�the way you were�bucking your hips up and down like that�my God! Thought you found a way to seek your revenge on me because I was sure I wasn�t going to make it!� he explained to her cheek as she still refused to look at him.
�I�� she began to her arm, wanting to tell him it was an accident, �wasn�t�um, I WAS trying to get you to�get it over with!� she lied.
Cho could feel Harry watching her for a moment as his breath tickled her cheek. �Well it worked. When you clenched around me�wow,� he said with less enthusiasm then before. �Does that mean you�came like I did?�
�NO!� Cho answered too quickly, turning to face him. �How could you expect me to have an orgasm when being raped, Harry? Of course�I�of course not!�
He nodded condescendingly. �Right. Of course not,� he said in the same manner, before pulling out of her and getting up. Cho watched him slowly, as if still trying to compose himself and find energy to move, get dressed. He waved his wand over her as he had done before, taking his leavings from her insides and evaporated them into nothing. With another swish of his wand, the buttons of her shirt flew back to their rightful place and her bra reconnected. However, again, he pointed his wand at her torn underwear across the room and made them disappear. And before he headed toward the door, he swished his wand releasing her binds.
Cho sat up instantly and pulled down her skirt. She could feel the squishiness of her own wetness left between her legs. Her assailant was watching her readjust herself before smirking and putting his hand on the door knob. �Harry?� she called out suddenly, causing him to stop and turn back to her. �Can I assume that�you�ve gotten your�fill of me now and that you�ll�stop this insanity�or find a new victim at least?� she half hoped and half despised her own self for hoping he�d move onto someone else after she vowed to stop him before he had just yesterday.
Harry only looked at her for a moment before speaking. �You may assume whatever you wish, Cho,� was all he said before leaving the lounge and the assaulted young woman behind.
Cho sighed, and at the inkling of tears, she fought them back. She wasn�t going to cry anymore, and she hoped she wasn�t going to have to endure Harry ever again. Then it dawned on her that maybe she had made herself vulnerable to him by walking the school alone at night. Since he couldn�t possibly be crazy enough to attack her in broad daylight, she was sure if she stuck with a group in the evenings, she could avoid being snatched and sexed, no, raped by Harry Potter. Cho would test her theory tomorrow, right now she needed a shower and her bed.
Cho limped slightly to her tower. Her thighs ached and what was in between them ached even more. But she walked without fear through the dark corridors, knowing the worst that could happen to her had already occurred. Before she realized it, she had given the eagle knocker the answer to the riddle, and was upstairs in her dorm room, standing beside her bed. The other three seventh year girls were already in bed, all with their curtains down, except one. Marietta, with her curls plastered all over her head from sleeping, sat up on her elbows and watched Cho from across the room.
�Cho, for fuck sakes, where have you been? You do realize the hour, don�t you?� Marietta asked, watching Cho undress.
Cho startled slightly at the sound of her friend�s voice as she took off her newly repaired blouse. �No, I didn�t realize the hour, Mari, but I�ll look into it later when I care.�
Cho didn�t see Marietta roll her eyes that were focused on her body as Cho pulled off her skirt. �You don�t have to be so bloody nasty, you know! I was just concerned. Where were you and�WHERE in Merlin�s name are you knickers? I saw you put on the white ones this morning!� she asked as she noticed Cho�s mid-section void of the silky white undergarment she helped Cho pick out over the summer.
�I�m sure you did,� Cho mumbled, pulling off her bra and ignoring Marietta taking a breath on the other bed. She knew it was pointless to try and tell Marietta where she was, what she was doing, and who was doing her, but she also knew her friend wouldn�t let up until she sucked her teeth at her and told her she was Potter-Obsessed. �You want to know where I was?� she asked the girl, turning her fully naked body toward her.
�Huh? What?� asked Marietta, just realizing Cho was talking to her as her eyes were lost on the nakedness in front of her. �Oh yes, right! I wanted�UH to know�� she stuttered her answer as she tried to lift her eyes to Cho�s but finding it difficult. �Tell me.�
Cho shook her head as she realized Marietta�s difficulty. She huffed and headed toward the bathroom. �Harry Potter likes chickens, Marietta, that�s where I was tonight!� Cho heard the ridiculous words come out of her mouth, and she felt a lump in her throat as she rushed into the bathroom. She had promised herself on the way to the Tower that she would not cry about it anymore, but as the words flowed, she felt like the binds around her wrists from earlier, were now all over her body, her mind and her now broken spirit. She felt trapped in a private hell of fear and confusion, with no way out. Harry Potter had successfully decimated her soul on the Hogwarts Express the day before and only made certain the void inside her would stay that evening.
Later as she rinsed the soap away from her sore body, Cho consoled herself with the notion that after what Harry had done to her, it couldn�t possibly get any worse.
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