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Chapter 10 –
Maintaining Sanity
Cho lay in a bed, ignoring the sounds around her, wondering
why she was there. She didn’t have to be
there. She was still pissed at him. But the pain in his eyes, that had been there
since she escaped him on Monday, may have been punishment enough for the
Gryffindor. And oh yeah, Cho was
horny. That was very motivational. So the naked Ravenclaw lay invisible inside
Harry’s bed and closed curtains, waiting for him while he was at detention,
while the other boys in his room were settling in for the night.
I just hope Ginny
doesn’t decide to surprise her boyfriend and climb into bed with me, Cho
thought. Won’t Harry be surprise to find his girlfriend and his whore lying in
bed together? Actually, he might like
that. Too bad, he doesn’t deserve that
much forgiveness.
The sixth year boys of Gryffindor finally fell asleep for
the night. Cho was also drifting off
while lying in Harry’s covers. They
smelled so much like him. She inhaled
deeply, and it made her body warm and content.
BUT it was not him she missed, just the sex; the nuzzling in his neck
while he was inside her, the scent of his hair when it was just wet from the
shower, the scent of the skin on his stomach when she gnawed at him during
their sexual play…
Yes, I just miss the
sex, that’s it… she thought to herself.
Okay, so what have you
been having with him lately, then?
It wasn’t…good
sex! It wasn’t…OUR se…I mean it
wasn’t…uh…
But before Cho could further convince herself, she heard the
door of the dormitory open without care.
She could hear feet walk in, near the bed, pulled something from a
nearby drawer, then retreat in a different direction. The Ravenclaw could hear the water running in
the bathroom, and for a brief moment she entertained the idea of sneaking up on
who she was sure to be Harry in the shower and shag him senseless right
there. But that would have been too
risky for them…that night at least. So
the horny girl waited patiently in the bed, wearing nothing but an anxious
smile on her face.
Apparently, Harry Potter had the power to make a girl smile
without realizing it, to making that very same smile disappear when he was
actually present. Cho had just put the
disillusionment charm on herself once more when Harry walked out the bathroom. She smiled until the curtains of his
four-poster opened, allowing the moonlight to pour over his bed and Cho’s naked
invisible body under his covers. Cho
watched him look as though he would sit on his bed, but something made him
stop. She watched the Boy Hero stand
still, look at his bed, and then, sniff.
Damn it, I keep
forgetting he can smell me…
“Damn it, I must miss her terribly!” he whispered to
himself, and unbeknownst to him, Cho.
She cracked a smile, but quickly tried to suppress it.
Harry pulled back his covers, and Cho shivered slightly from
the sudden breeze. The Gryffindor sat
down and slid his legs in, kicking Cho in the knee. “Ouch!” she whispered loudly, considering the
curtains were still half open.
“What the…!” Harry nearly shouted and quickly had his wand
out.
Cho moved her invisible hand with her wand to her invisible
head. She sat up as the warm sensation
flowed over her reappearing being. With
a swish of her wand, Harry’s curtains closed, and a silencing charm was put in
place. “Lumos,” she said, lighting the
tip of her wand so that Harry could see his unexpected visitor.
Harry’s green eyes blinked in the light as he stared at
Cho’s non-smiling face, but naked body.
“I…must have…died when that potion exploded on me an hour ago,
because…this can’t…be real…” he barely said out loud.
Without a word, Cho took his wand out of his hand, and
placed it under his pillow. She then
took his now free hand, and pulled it toward her cheek. But before it landed there, she decided to
lower it, and helped it to cup her breast.
She exhaled as she felt the large, calloused hand on her milky
mound. “Do I feel real?” she whispered. However, her enjoyment was brief because
Harry lifted his hand from her breast not a second after she held it there, and
placed his hand gently on her cheek. His
thumb caressed her soft, pale cheek and she heard him exhale.
“What are you…doing here, Love?” he asked with noticeable
sadness in his voice.
Cho scooted her body closer to him, which wasn’t hard in the
practically twin size bed. “What do you
think I’m here for, Harry?” Cho said expressionlessly, watching him, watch her
eyes. That was odd, she thought, because
normally when she’s naked, even though he has damn near seen her insides she’s
been so exposed to him, he can’t take his eyes off her body. Here, she was half out of the blanket,
exposing half of the body he loved to undress, taste, make insane with desire,
own, and he was watching her eyes?
But the oddities of Harry Potter didn’t stop there. “No,” he suddenly said, barely said, shocking
her that he had said it.
“No?” Cho repeated, unsurely.
Harry finally tore his eyes from hers, and looked down at
what little of the bed that was between then.
Slowly, he shook his head. “No,
Lov-Cho. I just…can’t. Not if you…don’t really want it. You haven’t a clue how much it hurts me,
frustrates me, drives me…mad inside to…have you…now…when you don’t…want
it. I just…can’t…do it, L-Cho,” he ended
with a sad and frustrated exhale.
Cho watched him as he explained all this to the sheets, and
then fell silent. He couldn’t seem to
look at her as if he was ashamed. He should be after the way he treated me…
she thought. But, he had suffered, he
was still suffering, and she was horny, so there was no question that she
wanted it. However, Cho knew she didn’t
want it to be like the last few times.
And considering how remorseful he seemed, it wouldn’t be. But he also seemed very tense and very
reluctant. The Ravenclaw entertained the
idea of tying him down, and taking what she wanted, but he would be even more
emotionally drained if she did. So the
pretty girl decided on another method to get what she needed.
Cho leaned forward slowly, brushed Harry’s hair off his
forehead, and gingerly kissed his scar.
The Gryffindor shook when her lips touched his trademark, and he closed
his emerald eyes when she released it.
His forehead felt slightly damp.
Cho leaned down and kissed his cheek gently, then his nose, then his
other cheek. Harry seemed to keep his
eyes closed behind his glasses, not wanting to look at her, not wanting to come
out from behind the security of his spectacles.
But when Cho kissed his chin, Harry’s eyes opened. Cho watched him lean toward her lips, but
lowering his head suddenly before reaching them.
He must be really
distraught to not try and kiss me… she thought.
Harry still watched the bed, though his breathing had picked
up a little. Cho then reached for the
hem of his t-shirt and gently began pulling it up. The head of messy raven hair did not lift
itself at all, even when the shirt was pulled over his head. Cho eased her hands on his shoulders, needing
to touch him while not under the influence of anger, and she knew he needed it
too. His skin was still somewhat damp from
his shower, or was it sweat? The
Gryffindor did look sadly and nervously at his bed, it could be sweat. But even the thought of tasting the thin
layer of sweat kept Cho going. It wasn’t
the need to take that distraught look off his face. It wasn’t. It was just…need.
“Cho…” he said quietly, painfully, and as if he hadn’t
planned on adding any other words to the sentence. Cho hooked her fingers into the waistband of
his pajama pants and boxers. She began
to tug and Harry gently laid his hands on her.
“Love…don’t…” he whispered to her hands.
Cho leaned her forehead on his, feeling his dampness on her
skin. She wanted it all over her. “Don’t you want me, Harry?” she whispered.
Harry was silent for a moment watching their stilled
hands. She could feel his head twitch
slightly as if to shake it ‘no’, but it didn’t move very much to indicate the
answer. Then he tried to verbalize
whatever his answer was. “N…n…” he
began, and she could see his closed eyes shutting tighter. “N…n…”
Cho slowly glided her nose up his forehead, then placed her lips gently
on his scar once more. “Yes, Love!” he
whispered loudly, but still painfully.
Harry’s head lowered even further and away from her mouth, and laid his
forehead on her shoulder. With his hands
still on hers, Cho eased his pants over his hip bones but when she couldn’t get
them any further down because he was sitting on them, she had no choice but to
stop. “But…not if you…don’t want me…” he
repeated.
Cho sighed and released Harry’s waistband. The Ravenclaw sat back from him a little,
raised his chin with her finger, and waited until he opened his green eyes to
her. After a moment of being held in the
position, Harry finally got the message to look at her. The corner of Cho’s mouth curved into a smile
as she allowed her thumb to swipe across his cheek. Then she allowed her hand to slide down to
his shoulder, down his arm, and to his wrist.
The pretty Ravenclaw slowly lay down, pulling the reluctant Gryffindor
down with her. Harry’s body lay on top
of hers, and her own cheered. It wanted
him. It recognized the heat of his body
and wanted all he could offer it. Her
body didn’t betray her this time, because her mind already wanted him as well.
“I’m sorry…Cho…for…Hogsmeade…McLaggen…Hogsmeade…” he whispered
to her lips, Cho breathing the same air as him.
“I just…”
Cho put her finger on his soft lips. “Sshh…” she whispered. “Don’t talk, Harry. Just show me how sorry you are,” Cho
instructed. “I…need it.”
It was as if Cho had said the magic words that could have
gotten the gears into motion sooner, because after she uttered those few
syllables, Harry’s mouth found her neck.
Cho wanted to scream with delight at the immense pleasure it caused…when
she wanted it. Everything felt good; the
heat from his body, the skin anywhere on him that her hand claimed and
massaged. And the lips. His lips, his tongue, his mouth felt
wonderful trailing agonizing slow down her body, touching and tasting
everything Cho along the way.
This is what she needed, lying in Harry’s bed in middle of
the night, as the Gryffindor kissed down her body, and then causing her to grab
the sheets when his tongue finally hit her clit. And with every kiss, every suck, every lick,
Harry moaned slightly in her folds indicating that they both were receiving
what they needed.
Cho held her knee back and her leg open as Harry apologized
with his tongue in her wet folds. He
apologized to her clit, he apologized to each lip she had down there, he
apologized to her hole…apologized, shook its hand, gave it hug it seemed the
way his tongue explored her. And just to
drive her clear over the edge before the main event, he apologized to her
sphincter. She tested the charms on the
bed greatly when his tongue licked, teased and entered her other opening.
And just as the Ravenclaw starting to cum from his mouth’s
pleading for forgiveness, the Gryffindor was up and over her, and easing
himself inside her climaxing cunt. “OH
HARRY!” she shouted. Her named spilled
from his lips as well, but Cho couldn’t hear him. All she could do was feel every part of her
body, especially the one he was presently thrusting into. Every fiber of her body seemed to receive him
as well as the hot haven between her legs.
She could feel each thrust, each glide, each vein that rippled his
member in her toes, her knees, her thighs that he held, her stomach, back,
spine, neck, scalp, nose, cheeks, ears… Harry seemed to be everywhere at
once. It was if he was truly possessing
her whole body as they rocked rhythmically, forgivingly, together on the secret
sanctuary of his bed.
“I’m…so…sorry, Love…” Harry whispered, grunted, moaned in
her ear, in her cheek, in her hair. But
his body was saying everything her ears couldn’t hear, and that’s all Cho
listened too.
“Yes…Harry…” she moaned, but not in response to what he
said.
His lips had tasted, touched and caress every part of her
face, except her lips. Then, they found
her neck once more, and Cho couldn’t take it any longer. She was in Heaven. The Ravenclaw locked her legs high around his
waist, her arm over his back, and with her other hand pushing and grabbing his
dimpling ass all while lifting her hips to meet his demands, issuing her
own. The extra movement never helped
either of them to maintain, and soon the Ravenclaw had taken them over the
edge, once again for her, first that night for Harry.
Although they had finally come back down to Harry’s bed from
floating near the moon from their orgasms, the sixth and seventh year couldn’t
release each other out of the position.
Breathing steadying, Cho’s legs were still locked around Harry’s waist
and her arms over his shoulders, while Harry stayed lodged deep inside her, his
arms under her shoulders holding her tightly.
It was as if their orgasms had frozen them into the position, or neither
wanted to let go of the other.
“I…missed you, Love,” Harry whispered in her neck,
indicating it was the latter reason they hadn’t move.
I missed being fucked
properly by you, Harry, she thought, luckily to exhausted to say it out
loud. So instead, Cho placed a weak kiss
to the bit of forehead she could reach.
She had strength enough to allow one of her hands to caress
the back of his damp from shower, damp from sweat, damp from fucking,
hair. Harry’s strong arms tightened around
her as best they could as he nuzzled in her neck a little more. The corner of Cho’s mouth tugged into a
smile, and she relaxed her legs around his waist, but didn’t lower them. It was a very relaxing position being wrapped
around each other with nothing between them, especially anger. To relaxing in fact, that Cho knew soon Harry
would be falling asleep, locking her underneath him, still buried inside her.
But the Gryffindor proved the Ravenclaw wrong. One arm slide from under Cho, and soon had a
hand full of her jet black hair. Harry
twirled her tresses in his hand and exhaled on her chest. He loved to touch her hair, and Cho didn’t
mind it either as long as he wasn’t asleep.
Harry was far from it.
“You know…you’re the only thing…that keeps me sane…around
here,” he said sincerely but languidly to her chest as he watched his hand play
with her hair.
Cho knew his statement to be true. She was his hiding place, his shield against
what the world thought of him, his perfect imperfection. And Cho had accepted this position the
morning she begged him to release her arms from their binds so that she may
participate in the rape, turned sex, turned incredible sex. But the Ravenclaw knew she didn’t have to be
his punching bag against the world. She
knew she didn’t have a choice, for she was still unable to tell anyone that he
had raped her; not that she tried anymore.
And she also knew that her body was also not giving her the option to
stop the sex; she needed it. But she
didn’t have be the one now that Harry had Ginny. The little redhead loved Harry; willing to be
with him sexually; give him all the emotional support he needed that was
limited with his best friends. What more
could he possibly want to help him deal with his life as Harry Potter, the
Boy-Who-Lived-To-Be-The-Magical-World’s-Chosen-One? Ginny could be his hiding place, his savior,
his shield from the world’s opinion of him.
She was perfect for him. But,
perhaps, too perfect.
“I know, Harry. But…”
began Cho, delicately, as she lowered her legs around his waist, his softened
prick still lodged inside her. “It…I
mean…Ginny, really should be…the one to keep you…sane. Give her a chance. She loves you, and I’m sure she would do
anything for you…”
“She can’t keep me sane!” he interjected. “She’s…who I’m…SUPPOSED to be with,
right? She fits the perfect image of
what Harry Potter should have in a girlfriend, including being the daughter of
the family that’s practically adopted me.
Maybe that’s why she can’t keep…”
Harry paused and exhale in irritation.
Cho exhaled as well as she watched the canopy of his bed, knowing that
she would be his punching bag until she left Hogwarts. “It’s…sad that…I do…like her. I wish I didn’t…but I do. I thought…when I asked her to…be my
girlfriend…that she maybe…could keep me…sane.
And I tried to…live in the world of being…her boyfriend, but…” Harry
paused, sat up on his elbows, and looked down into Cho’s face. He released her hair, and stroked her cheek
gingerly not speaking for a minute as he did so. “I guess…it’s as you said, Love,” he began
again, “I’m…addicted to you.”
Emerald stayed glued on chestnut as the two watched each
other’s eyes, both silently thinking over the love life of Ginerva Weasley,
both feeling very sorry for the fifth year.
But what could Cho do? Her body
wasn’t giving up on sex, and Harry wasn’t giving up on her. She thought maybe she could tell him to give
Ginny a month of his undivided attention.
Whenever something happened, or didn’t, he would go to the littlest
Weasley instead of Cho. Maybe in that
time, Harry would learn to appreciate his girlfriend more, and Cho would have
sometime to get over her insatiable need for sex.
Yes, but I can’t even
imagine how many times a day I’d masturbate before I’m cured! Cho thought. And I
know I wouldn’t be able to touch another male because they wouldn’t be able to
wipe their own bums once Harry was through with them. Cho’s thoughts were interrupted briefly when
Harry began to slowly and gently kiss her cheek, her forehead, her nose, her
chin, her neck… Maybe I’ll come up with some other way to cure myself…much later on…
As Harry began to make a light snack of her neck, Cho’s
breath caught slightly in her throat. As
his now hardening dick, that had never left her orifice, was beginning to
gently glide an inch out before burying itself back in, she couldn’t help but
smile. Cho knew she loved sex anyway she
could get it. Sod a cure, there isn’t one… she thought, as Harry began nibbling
her ear.
“Thank you for my detention,” he whispered, still barely
moving inside her.
Cho smiled for a different reason; it was a funny thing to
thank someone for. Harry lifted up on
his elbows, still rocking lightly between her legs, as he smiled down her. “You’re welcome. You were a bit impetuous,” she smiled.
Harry snorted lightly with half a smile as he shrugged his
shoulder. “I suppose. But I thank you nonetheless…”
“Are you thanking me right now?” Cho smirked as she arched
her back a little making them both grunt lightly.
Harry pushed into the hilt and held himself in place for a
moment. “Yes…the first bit was to
apologize, now this is to thank you…” he grinned.
Cho was biting her lip, though the other corner of her mouth
was curved upward. “I see,” she said,
releasing her lip. She took a deep
breath and dug her nails into his shoulders for a moment. Harry narrowed his eyes in mock pain the same
as she was doing to him. “Well, I’m glad
you’re so…appreciative. I must
say…you’re friends and Ginny aren’t so happy with me,” she snorted or grunted
as he began the tiny movements again.
Harry leaned down and kissed her forehead, then the two
smiled into each other’s eyes. “If they
knew how bloody good you felt, Love, they’d forgive you for sneaking Voldemort
into the school!” he joked an inch from her lips.
Cho laughed into Harry’s open mouth as the two exchanged the
same air. She placed her hand on his
cheek, and touched the corner of his open smile. “Does this mean you’re willing to share me,
Harry?” she whispered.
“Never!” Harry growled still maintaining his smile. “It’s bad enough I have to share you with
McLaggen, but I’ll be damned if I’d let Ron or Hermione have a go at you…”
Cho snorted. “Oh,
come now Harry, I’m sure you’d love to watch Ginny and I, at least? Then maybe the three of us can have a go
together? I could show her exactly what
to do with the Golden Boy of the wizarding world! In fact, I’ll show her that spot on you that
makes you bark like a bloody dog when I worry it enough!”
“Oh, that’s it, Love, you’ve asked for it!” Harry
warned. He picked up the pace between
her legs, then started to tickle her ribs at the same time.
“AHHHH!” Cho screamed.
“HARRY! HARRY, STOP IT!” she
begged, unable to decide if the sex or the tickling was driving her clear out
of her mind. The Ravenclaw laughed and
moaned at his actions and begged him as best she could to stop. Finally, it was too much for Harry and he
collapsed on her laughing hard. “YOU
BASTARD!” Cho yelled once more, hitting him on his back as he laughed in her
neck.
Harry tried to compose himself as he sat up on his
elbows. He was still hard and lodge
inside her, neither of them having came.
“I’m…sorry…Cho…THAT was SO FUNNY watching you!”
“I hate you, Harry!” Cho shouted in his face with a
smile. “That was not funny!”
“Your…face…you didn’t…know what to do…” Harry couldn’t
continue his statement as he fell into laughter once more.
Cho tried not to laugh, but her suppressing it was obvious
when she spoke. “Well, I know what to do
now! Next time I spot you and Ginny
having a go, I’ll burst in the room and join in! Give her the proper instruction. Then, maybe if you’re a good boy, we’ll put
on a show for you! Being with a girl is
not soo so bad,” Cho joked.
Harry was still giggling.
“And how would you know, Love?
You seemed to respond only to penis!” he snorted.
Cho reached down and pinched his nipple hard, and smile
smugly at his pain-stricken laugh. “Marietta tried while you
off trying to ‘live the life of Ginny’s boyfriend’,” Cho said, repeating his
words dramatically before giggling.
However, her giggling stopped when she saw the laughter disappear from
Harry’s face.
“Excuse me?” he asked, irritation highly evident in his
tone.
Cho’s smile disappeared as well. Oh
shit! “Harry, I…it was no…big deal…I
stopped her…”
“What did she do to you?” Harry nearly snarled.
Damn it! “Nothing, Harry!” Cho was scared. Harry’s green pupils were instantly
surrounded by red and she didn’t know if it was from his laughter only moments
before, or the fury he was experiencing now.
Either way, she was terrified.
“That’s a load! The
little bitch put her hands on you! I’m
dealing with McLaggen but I’ll be DAMNED if anyone else touches you! ESPECIALLY that fucking whore!” Harry nearly
shouted in her face, before pulling out of her.
It hurt, the sensation of his yanking it out. She didn’t know if it hurt because they were
having fun and it was over, or because she wasn’t sure what his next move would
be. When he began searching for his
pajama pants on the bed, Cho became even more nervous.
The Ravenclaw sat up and reached for his arm. “Harry!
Harry…whe…um…are you going somewhere?” she asked desperately, nervously,
illogically because it was pretty obvious.
Harry had just found his pants and sat on top of the blanket
to attempt to put them on. “You’re
bloody well right I’m going somewhere, Love!
The password is still ‘Eternity is infinite’, correct?” Then, as he tried to get his pants on his
feet, he began mumbling to himself.
“Bloody bitch…hex her hair straight, that one…touch what doesn’t belong
to her, will she…”
Cho knew Marietta
would soon be hexed into oblivion in her sleep if she didn’t do something
fast. So the Ravenclaw, in an effort to
save the other Ravenclaw who didn’t deserve it, snatched the pants away from
the Gryffindor, and leapt on top of him.
Before Harry could fall back on the bed from the weight thrust upon him,
Cho’s lips were covering his. The
pretty, naked girl, pressed hard on the shocked lips of her handsome, naked
assailant. With Harry’s lips stiff and
not responding, Cho decided she’d just kiss them until they did. The Ravenclaw’s lips opened and closed on the
Gryffindor’s repeatedly, desperately, finally causing his to move timidly under
hers. Not satisfied that she had his
undivided attention from Marietta’s
demise, Cho’s tongue tapped at his lips, begging for entrance.
It was then that Harry’s mouth responded. He opened his assaulted lips and allowed the
tongue of the pretty girl to enter his mouth.
“Mmmm,” he moaned in her mouth as their tongues danced together, and his
fingers became lost in her hair.
Cho was sure she had him partially under control now. He was responding to her defense and
hopefully wouldn’t be thinking about Marietta
as she finally gave him what he wanted.
She felt it to be wrong, kissing him, but she knew she had no
choice. And Harry was loving it so much,
he was holding her head in place and taking all he had been waiting for. Marietta
was safe.
Or was she?
“Wait…” Harry said, gently lifting Cho’s head from his, and
looking into her eyes. “Why…why are
you…doing this, Love?” he whispered into her opened mouth less than an inch
away.
“Because…” Cho began, thinking quickly, knowing the truth
would not be good. “Because…you wan…I
want…too…”
Harry’s green eyes narrowed at her, and Cho lowered her
mouth back to his to avoid them. “Hang
on…” he said, holding her chin to keep her from kissing him.
Bloody hell! For someone gagging for it, he sure keeps
delaying it! Cho thought.
“You’re…doing this…to distract me, aren’t you?” Harry
concluded with disappointment.
Cho’s eyes darted around nervously. “I…what difference does it make? You’ve been gagging to kiss me, so kiss me!”
she whispered in frustration.
As she lowered her head again, Harry held her back and
higher away from his mouth. He kept his
stare of disappointment mixed with wonderment in his eyes as he watched her
silently for a moment. “You’re…willing to
sacrifice…a kiss…yourself…to me, for her?”
Cho was no longer frustrated that her plan wasn’t
working. She was just worried. “Please…Harry…don’t…hurt her. It was no…big deal,” she said, looking at his
chest. “She…touched me…down there…when
I…when I thought you weren’t…going to be…with me…anymore. But I…was thinking of you when she did
it! And I…stopped her before it…went any
further…”
“She…fancies you, doesn’t she?” he asked quietly.
Cho nodded reluctantly.
“That’s why…last year…the D.A., you and me…anyway, Harry please don’t do
anything to her. I’ll…kiss you all…night
if you want.”
Harry caressed her cheek with his thumb as he watched her
eyes intently. Cho couldn’t read what he
was thinking in his eyes, but since they weren’t as red with rage as they had
been moments ago, she was at least sure Marietta
would survive the night. Especially
since she had just offered him what he’s wanted for ages. She just hoped she didn’t gag from it. Then again, Cho had gotten use to every other
part of Harry’s body. There wasn’t one
part of him that made her gag…well, there was one, but she was still learning
to deep throat, and damn it if she wasn’t trying her best.
“No,” Harry said simply, and she was reminded of his answer
to her wanting sex when he had first gotten into bed that evening.
Cho sighed. “No?”
Harry’s eyes were boring into her broken soul, Cho
thought. “Not like this, Cho.”
Cho narrowed her eyes in confusion. “Not like what, Harry?”
Now Harry sighed.
“I’ve…been wanting, waiting to kiss you…for so long. I don’t want it because you’ve decided to
‘sacrifice’ yourself for her, of all people.
I want it…when you’re ready to give it to me…because you want to give it
me, Cho. Not for her, Love.”
Does he actually think
I want to kiss him? Cho asked herself.
But judging by the sincerity in his eyes and in his tone, he seemed to
believe that one day, she will. Do I want to…I don’t want to think about it…
Cho had run out of options.
She didn’t know what else she could do.
Harry was just watching her above him, and caressing her cheek, but she
didn’t know what he was plotting in that scarred head of his for her former
best friend. “Harry…promise me…you won’t
do anything to…Marietta?”
Cho pleaded quietly. Harry hadn’t
changed his sincere facial expression, but he hadn’t spoken either. “Harry, please?”
Harry shrugged his shoulders. “Okay,” he said, lacking the sincerity he had
in his voice moments before.
Cho didn’t like the sound of that. “Okay?
That’s it?”
Harry nodded. “Okay,
that’s it,” he said.
“No, Harry,” Cho said, shaking her head. “I want you to promise.”
Harry watched her silently for a moment. “Okay, that’s it,” he repeated.
Cho exhaled her frustrations with the
Boy-Who-Lived-and-Was-Possessive-of-Her.
“Okay, Potter, that’s it!” she exclaimed and pulled his hands away from
her head. “You won’t let me kiss you for
it and you won’t promise me outright, so I have no other choice here…”
Harry smiled slightly at the determined Ravenclaw on top of
him. “Yeah, and what might that be,
Cho?”
Cho suppressed the smile on the corner of her mouth. “I reckon I’ll have to wrestle you into
submission!” With that, the pretty,
naked girl grabbed the wrists of the Boy Hero, and tried to get them down on
the bed above his head.
But Harry was not going down easy. “Oh, no you don’t, Love!” he laughed. With one buck of his hips, he had the
Ravenclaw on the bed lying on her side.
Harry then, quickly grabbed at her wrists to turn her over on the bed
and pin her down.
“I’m not going to be so easy to get down this time, boyo!”
Cho shouted with gleeful resolve. She
wiggled her way out of his grasp, and locked her legs around his waist. The raven-haired beauty was able to throw the
raven-haired hero down to his side with a swift movement of her legs.
“Those legs have always been my downfall!” Harry stated as he
tried to get a handle on her from his fallen position.
Lying on her side facing him, Cho laughed as she fought to
keep her arms out of his grasp. “Now you
know there’s a danger when entering my legs!”
Harry scoffed at her as he managed to get a hold of her
wrists. “HA! Have we met, Cho? I love danger! Now get your tight little fanny over here,
I’m going to teach you lesson!”
As hot as that sounded to her, Cho was not giving in so
easy. “I don’t think so! This is war, Mr. Potter, and I’m to win!” The Ravenclaw did all she could to get her
wrists out of his grasp again, while pulling her knees all the way to her
chest, and resting her feet on his thighs.
Once her hands were free, she pushed with all her might, sending the
naked Gryffindor flying off his bed and out his curtains.
When Cho heard the plunk of her assailant when he hit the
floor, she held her stomach from laughter.
But when she heard a voice other than Harry’s, she stopped breathing
altogether. “Harry?” she recognized
Ron’s voice.
Cho scooted closer to the curtains, and peeked out as best
she could. She could see Harry doing all
he could to stand up quickly, and suddenly there was a sparsely haired ass
cheek blocking half her view of Ron peeking out his own curtains. “Uh…yeah, Ron?” Harry answered, and Cho
watched his hand cup, well cover as best he could, his already hard naughty
bits. She had to bite her lip to keep
from cracking up since she had the curtain partially open, making the silencing
charm ineffective until they were closed again.
“What’s up?” he added casually.
He was really testing her restraint now.
“Uh…well, Harry,” Ron began unsurely. “You…flew out your bed…did you have another
nightmare? And why…are you starkers,
mate?”
“Nightmare, no! I
mean…well…uh…” Harry stumbled over his words.
“And…um…I’ve been sleeping…naked for ages,” Harry lied.
“Since when, Harry?” Ron asked.
“Since…tonight. And
that’s what…made me…fall out of…bed…I just got back from…detention, yeah, and
I…uh, took a shower…and…decided it best to…sleep this way, relaxing way to
sleep…and when I got in the cool sheets…well, it took me…by surprise and I…fell
out of bed…naked. Well good night then,
Ron!” Harry added in one breath before pulling open the curtains then closing
them quickly when he saw Cho right there.
“Oh, and Ron, by the way, I’ll be…sleeping like this from now on, so you
may not…want to come over here just out of the blue.”
“Right, mate. Not a
problem at all,” Ron agreed wholeheartedly.
Cho scooted over as far as she could and doused the light of
her wand. Harry climbed back into his
bed and closed the curtains. Cho could
barely say the lighting charm out loud from bursting into laughter the moment
the curtains were closed. “Think that’s
funny, do you?” Harry asked with a smile as he watched the pretty girl fall on
her back laughing.
“Wickedly funny, yes!” she managed to say. “You fell out of bed, in the middle of the
night, with a hard on, and your best mate spotted you! Is that not the funniest thing?”
Harry narrowed his eyes in mock frustration as he climbed on
top of the Ravenclaw and laid between her legs as she continued to giggle. “Not if it’s happening to you, it isn’t?” he
growled. “Now to teach you that lesson.”
Cho watched the lustful gleam in his eyes, on his lips, and
she was right with him. “Teach me a
lesson? I do believe I won this battle,
Mr. Potter. It was you naked on the
floor a moment ago, wasn’t it?”
“Touché, Love,” he smiled down at her as her hands rubbed
his shoulders and her legs lifted slowly around his waist. “And here’s the prize.” With a shift of his hips, Harry’s helmet was
at her wet entrance.
Cho smiled in anticipation and their little sex game. “I do believe the prize is, you won’t hurt a
certain someone, right?” she said, her voice heavy with lust.
“Hmph,” Harry responded, keeping his emerald eyes locked on
her brown ones. “But the giving of this
prize is much more fun. May I?” he
asked. He leaned down and gently kissed
her cheek, the corner of her mouth, then her chin and sprayed light ones down
her jaw line to her ear. “May I have you
once more tonight, Love?” he whispered.
“Yes, Harry,” Cho whispered in return to the shell of his
ear, making him shudder lightly in desire.
Soon, Cho had a handful of his unruly hair in her hand, and her breath
caught in her throat as Harry entered her once more.
Cho exhaled and a smiled tugged at the corner on her mouth
as Harry slowly began to take her again that night. Briefly her mind reminded her that he hadn’t
truly agreed not to do anything to Marietta. However, that thought soon disappeared as her
prize made her feel too good to care.
Now she understood why she came to Gryffindor Tower
that night.
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Monday, Harry’s and Cho’s favorite day, was upon them. They hadn’t had sex that morning as they
normally would have, because the two had had make-up sex, fought, wrestled,
laughed, and had sex again all Sunday night into the wee hours of the
morning. So they slept in their
respective Houses for their free period that day. But as the day progressed, the two had the
same unshakable smiles on their faces that they wore most Monday mornings.
They were back on track, and Harry had promised an
innumerable amount of times before Cho left around 4 a.m., that they would stay
on track, that he would not mess them up anymore. Cho didn’t believe him about messing things
up between them as he held her at the portrait hole. But she did believe him as he apologized for
the umpteenth time that night as they stood there. He was sorry for Hogsmeade and Cormac. The Ravenclaw knew he needed her to maintain
his sanity, and was addicted to her. She
knew that she needed sex to maintain her sanity, and was addicted to it. As strange as their ‘arrangement’ was, it
worked to give them what they both wanted.
And she knew he would at least try not to screw that up anymore.
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As usual, the two hadn’t touched each other on Monday. Cho was even able to study with Cormac in the
library, without any interruptions. But
by Tuesday, the Ravenclaw and Gryffindor Seekers would be seeking each other
out desperately. It was just a matter of
who would snatch who away first.
Heading down to breakfast with Terry, Cho talked with her
friend about nothing as they approached the Great Hall doors. Harry happened to be holding the door open
for his friends and Ginny when he spotted the Ravenclaws coming his way. Cho sneaked a smile to him, before going back
into her conversation with Terry.
“Bloody hell, I forgot!” Harry said suddenly, startling his
personal Golden Trio, and Cho and Terry waiting to get in the door as
well. “I must go feed Fang
straightaway! I didn’t last night!”
Cho shook her head knowingly. “Damn it,” she said under her breath, knowing
the Gryffindor had won.
“What’s that, Cho?” asked Terry, as Ron, Ginny, and Hermione
were offering to go with Harry and he kindly brushed them off.
“I forgot my Potions essay upstairs. Go on in, I’ll be back as soon as I can,” she
lied.
By the time the first period bell had rang, Harry and an
invisible Cho were heading back from Hagrid’s hut through the crisp November
air. The teenagers were properly sexed
and satisfied from each other and that too friendly creature under Hagrid’s
bed. Harry limped as they walked to the
school and cursed Cho as she made fun of him about how much he enjoyed the
creature in his backside.
“You take it as well as I do in my…”
“Shut it, Cho!” Harry scolded it, but snorted. “I did it…because you…like to watch…that’s
all!”
“Oh right. That’s why
you were squealing like a girl, then?
Like when I ride you?” she countered.
Harry cleared his throat loudly as they pulled opened the
doors to the school. “Those are…MANLY
squeals, Love. They just…sound like
that…because they are…manly…yeah.”
Cho laughed out loud.
“Sure, Harry, whatever you say,” she said before they split up to go to
class.
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