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A/N: Sorry, my intentions were to put up two chaps
a day. But something came up!LOL Oh, and
sorry, no “hot Harry/Cho sex” (awesome compliment by the way from Salon Kitty)
in this chapter either… lol
I know the Terry/Draco
thing seems a bit out of nowhere and too similar to Cho and Harry, but it plays
a part (sort of) later on. I’m big on
small side stories in my stories. There
are a ton of little ones in the this story just in case I decided to write them
out later.
And, I’m kind of big
on pregnant pauses, so be prepared for lots of those in the story. I can’t do the dashes very well or whatever
the equivalent would be!LOL But thanks for the reviews, they are so
detailed, spot on (as the English would say) and appreciated.
Chapter 13-
Vicious Delicious Cycle
Terry’s words of needing a break from his situation with
Draco, struck a chord with Cho. She
never thought she could handle a real break from her and Harry’s sex. It was just too…good. Oh, and necessary considering she was
addicted to it. But the Ravenclaw
decided she’d make an attempt to stay away from the
Boy-Who-Makes-Her-Cum-Hard-and-Often-and-Hard, to see if she could fight her
addiction just a little. Cho knew that
she would never end up in Terry’s situation, that wasn’t why she needed the
break. It was all about sex with her and
Harry. Good sex…
You already said that,
Cho! she berated herself as she walked to the library after dinner two days
later.
Just reiterating a
point, is all.
You already know its
good sex. You’re bringing the point up
because you miss it.
It’s only been two
days. I’ve waited longer.
Oh, yeah, three
days! Call the Daily Prophet, it’s a
modern day miracle!
Ooo, speaking of the
Prophet, good on me to choose now not to want to be with him, right? she
mentally patted herself on the back as she entered the library.
Harry had not visited her in her bed since the night she
kicked him out. He hadn’t snatched her
away in the halls for a quickie before, between, during, or after classes. The only thing he did do was raise his
distress-laden eyes to her in the Great Hall, signaling that he wanted nothing
more than to be with her at that moment.
Cho, however horny and wet she may have been each time he did it, she
simply rolled her eyes at him, and didn’t get up to follow him into some
private world of wonderful, stress-relieving sex. And Cho knew she was safe from him pulling
the stunt he had a couple of days ago in the storage room or even bounding her
to something like a couple of months ago.
He had been a little too forceful in the storage room. She knew he regretted it, even while he was
doing it, or his orgasm would have been a lot stronger. Cho knew Harry wouldn’t touch her again unless
he had permission from her mouth. She
had a control over her situation that she was sure Terry would envy. And with that control, she knew she would
never end up in Terry’s situation.
Cho had a major test in Defense Against the Dark Arts, and
she was sure Professor Snape had purposely sent his N.E.W.T. students on a wild
goose chase for a counter spell for fresh werewolf bites. All the seventh years had complained to each
other about not finding the information in their assigned text books, and
doubly complained when Snape told them it wasn’t his problem that they weren’t cunning
enough to find the answers they sneak anywhere they could. So Cho, putting her cunningness to the test,
searched the library profusely for anything she could find on werewolves,
bites, counter spells, dark creatures, and maiming spells for greasy-haired and
infuriating professors.
The raven-haired girl left her large table and went walking,
again, through the aisles near by. She
felt as though she was being followed or watched. Then again, it was a busy night in the
library, though no one was anywhere near her table. Ignoring the uneasy feeling, Cho continued
her search. She ended up going around
the bookcases so much, she had rounded another corner and found her table
without trying. Cho sighed in
exasperation and decided to just search those shelves in her section again,
before cursing Snape’s name to the depths of Hell and going back to her Tower.
As she began her search again, Cho felt like she was being
watched again. She ignored it and
continued looking. The sounds of
footfalls could be heard, but she didn’t think much of it until she saw a body
leaning against the bookshelf she was presently standing in front of. Cho turned her attention to the person in her
private area of the library. It didn’t
surprise her that it was Harry. It did
surprise her that he looked nervous and unsure about something. Cho tried to suppress a triumphant smile. She had, again, made him suffer.
“Yes, Harry?” the seventh year said, glancing at him once,
then looking back at the books, not registering any of the words on the spines.
Harry was facing the bookshelf with both his hands on the
wood shelves. He watched his thick
finger begin tracing the letters on the spine of one of the books, not looking
ready to look at the pretty girl. “Um… Hi, Cho,” he said to her surprise as well,
though she didn’t show it.
Cho looked at him only briefly again before looking back at
the books and shaking her head. “Hi, I
guess,” she said disdainfully.
“You’re…still angry, then?” Harry asked, still shocking her.
But she wasn’t mad at him, she hadn’t been really. Irritated, yes. Want to make him suffer, definitely. But harboring anger over something Marietta, not likely. “Shouldn’t I be, Harry?” she asked casually,
pulling a random book from the shelf and flipping through it.
She heard Harry exhaled in frustration and could see his
raven-haired head lower. “Yes, I suppose
so. I…I’m not sorry for wanting to hex Marietta. But I am…sorry…if I made you believed that I
promised not too. I…would LOVE too hex
her hair straight,” he explained to the bookshelf, “but I know…it would…upset
you. I’ll give you…her…and I’ve
already…had it out with you about McLaggen…but that’s all I can handle,
Cho. Anyone else comes along, their
loosing some of their most favorite body parts,” Harry explained, earnestly.
Cho licked lips and tried hard to suppress the laugh that
was fighting to come out. The Ravenclaw
lost the battle and she openly snorted with laughter. She turned to the Gryffindor and watched his
face change from sincerity, to shock, to laughter as well. “Harry!” she said in a loud whisper, trying
to control her giggles. She put the book
back on the shelf quickly and swatted at the boy. “We’re in the library, don’t make me…lau…,”
she said, but was unable to finish the word.
The Boy Hero had grabbed her hand and kissed her palm before placing it
on her stomach, snaking his other arm around her and holding her close against
him from behind. She heard him sniff her
hair and decided two days was far too long, especially when he squeezed her
tightly around the waist, pressing his slight erection into her backside. “Um…” she began again, trying to keep her
eyes open, and not wanting to lay her head back on his shoulder, leaving her
neck open for him. “You shouldn’t be…doing
that…someone may…see,” Cho said, and pulled out his arms.
Harry smiled at the pretty girl that shuddered a little as
she moved further down the book case.
“Then may I take you somewhere so that I may apologize to you properly?”
he asked with sexual mischief reading in his eyes and tone.
Cho’s body said yes and was trying to get her to go pack up
her bag, but Cho’s mind willed out over her aroused body. “No, Harry.
I have to study. Snape has the seventh
years looking for a counter curse that doesn’t exist apparently.”
Harry huffed and looked toward the shelves. “Slimy git!
Now he’s ruining my sex life too!”
Cho giggled at his statement. She looked toward her assailant and
considered him for a moment. Her body
was still trying to get her to throw the entire table into her book bag and
drag him off somewhere, either that or lift her skirt and bend over the table,
but her logical mind told her that studying was the number one priority at the
moment. Sex could wait. At least she’ll ask him too.
“I’ll tell you what, Harry.
After I’m done, if I’ll ever be done, we can go…and let you apologize
properly for being a wanker. Agreed?”
she asked, smiling.
Harry smiled back at her.
“For that smile, Love, I’ll agree to anything.”
“Yeah, right,” Cho scoffed, then looked toward the books as
she, for some reason beyond her comprehension, blushed. “It’s not the smile you’ll agree to anything
for, is it?”
Harry stood closer to her, and she felt his eyes caressing
her pink cheeks. “It’s definitely on the
list,” he said just above a whisper, before gliding his hand down her hair and
back.
Cho shuddered once more and moved away from him. “Yes, well, okay then…” she began quickly,
“go sit down or do whatever it was…you were doing before you came to molest me,
won’t you? I’ll find you…”
“Oh, no. McLaggen’s
is the library as well. I’m not leaving
this area unless we are together, Cho,” he said then sat down at the head of
her table by his book bag.
“Oh, I didn’t know Cormac was here…” Cho said, feeling
uneasy about being caught with Harry.
Harry nodded. “Yeah,
I always know where he is, too.”
Cho sighed exasperatedly and sat down at the side of the
table. She began flipping through her
book, which she hoped, though she knew better, would have the counter
curse. However, the pretty Ravenclaw was
distracted because she felt eyes on her, watching her intently. Cho turned to her table partner and met his
green eyes. “Harry, for goodness sakes,
if anyone comes over here and sees you staring at me, and me studying, they are
going to get the wrong idea. At least…pretend
to study…”
“I am studying…” said Harry evenly, his eyes clouded with
desire.
Cho sighed once more, then looked down at her book. “I believe you know what I look like…inside
and out,” she whispered to the book. She
could see Harry shift in his chair, and his hand lower into his lap.
“Alright, Love. If
you want me to sit here like a good little boy and wait for you, I suggest you
refrain from saying naughty little things like that. Especially since I haven’t had you properly
in three days,” Harry suggested.
“You ‘had’ me two days ago, Harry, if you remember,” Cho
said to her book.
“Not properly,” he said in a low tone toward the table.
Cho refrained from looking up at him when she heard the
solemn tone in his voice. She had meant
for him to suffer, a little. It would
seem she won that battle, and she was more than willing to claim her prize any way
he wanted to give it too her that evening.
Study, damn it!
Cho berated herself, then cleared her throat and the thoughts from her
mind. “Um…where’s Ron and Hermione, and
your girlfriend for that matter?” she asked the book.
“Oh, they’re here,” Harry answered casually, causing Cho to
look at him in slight shock. “Well, Ron
and Hermione are here. Ginny’s out
studying with some fifth years for the O.W.L.s.
I was watching you on the map…I’ve been…trying to figure out a way…or
place or…anyway, to apologize…to you. So
while I was doing my hourly check of my map to see where you were and where
McLaggen wasn’t, I saw you in the library.
I suggested to Ron and Hermione that we come here to study. They started arguing over there, so that gave
me the excuse I needed to go study or be on my own and ‘brood’. They haven’t a clue I wanted to come because
there was a lovely studying all alone,” he said, leaning on the table and
resting his head in his hand as he smiled at her.
Cho looked back down at her book, and away from his
smile. “I wouldn’t be studying alone if
I knew Cormac was here,” she lied. Cho
had no interest in studying with Cormac that evening. She hadn’t had sex in two days, and sitting
next to the attractive seventh year was guaranteed to inhibit her studying
ability, as dirty thoughts of what to do with the boy would invade her
mind. In fact, her last study session
with him included her pouring through a book on memory charms, something she
had been contemplating using on him for some time. When he kissed her good night that night, she
recited that incantation over and over in her mind, and she felt sparks seeping
out the tip of her wand that was tucked in her jeans. At least she hoped it was from the wand. No, Cormac and horny did not mix, especially
where there’s a crazy Harry in existence.
It took Cho a moment to realize that her table partner had
gone silent for a few minutes. She
looked toward Harry and saw him tracing a marking on the table with his finger,
then glancing uncertainly at her, then the table once more. The pretty Ravenclaw just shook her head and
read the same line over again in her book.
That was until the Gryffindor spoke.
“What…do you see in him anyway?” Harry asked his fingers on
the table.
Cho glanced at him for a second then back at her book
quickly. He’s sweet, he hasn’t raped me, and he’s got a nice bum! she
thought. “What do you mean, ‘what do I
see in him’?” she asked the book.
She could see Harry shrug his shoulders out the corner of
her eye. “I don’t know…I mean…why…do you
want to…be around him…be in a relationship with…him?” he asked his fingers.
Where is this coming
from all over sudden, and it’s not about sex? Cho thought.
The pretty girl exhaled.
“Well, Harry, why would anyone get into a relationship-type-thing? Since I can’t have a boyfriend thanks to you,
that’s what it is,” she said casually.
“It’s to have someone to kiss, and hug, and to tell me I’m pretty, I
reckon. He’s got that down pretty well
and he’s not even my boyfriend…yet.”
Cho was able to start rereading a new line over and over
again as her assailant fell silent for a moment. “Is that all, then? Someone to kiss and hug you? Blimey, Cho, I’ve been trying to kiss you for
ages! And hug? The longest I’m allowed to hold you is during
sex. Other than that, I have only fifteen
to seventeen minutes after sex to hold you before you’re clawing to get away
from me. So what do you say we bump up
those minutes to a good twenty to thirty, give me those lovely lips of yours,
and we can kick McLaggen out of our lives for good?”
The seventeen year old looked at the obviously insane
sixteen year old with a raised eyebrow.
“Oh, I see. So you get to have
Ginny and do all the things people in a relationship do, and I’m to get rid of
a boy who actually likes and doesn’t manhandle me, so that you can have your
cake and eat it too?”
“But you like being manhandled,” said Harry, earnestly.
Cho opened her mouth then closed it. He was right.
“I…well, now I do…but I didn’t before, did I? That’s another thing about him I lik…love, is
that he doesn’t see me as a whore. He…”
“I don’t see you as a whore, Cho. I’ve told you that before,” Harry interjected
with irritation.
“Point is,” Cho said, brushing him off, “despite
the…rumors…he’s not looking for that with me.
It’s not on his agenda.”
There was silence at the table for a moment, a long moment,
that Cho thought Harry had gone back to tracing the mark on the table. She looked up to find he wasn’t. Green eyes were narrowed and a mouth was
hanging open at the head of the table.
“Love…are you sure the Sorting Hat put you in the right House?” he
asked.
Now Cho narrowed her eyes.
“What’s that suppose to mean?” she asked snappishly.
“That means that’s a load of dragon dung he’s not looking to
shag you! My God, Love, what boy
wouldn’t? No boy shouldn’t and won’t as
long as you and I are attending the same school. But shit, Cho, let’s be realistic here, shall
we? I mean, you said it yourself last
term, so many boys liked you…”
“Harry!” Cho began angrily.
“I told you why I said that! I
was…upset that you wanted…Hermione…”
Harry shook his head at her slowly. “May I reiterate my point about the Sorting
Hat, Love?”
“So you’re saying I’m an idiot, then?” Cho sneered.
Harry shrugged his shoulders casually at her sneering,
pretty face. “Not an idiot exactly, I
was a daft prick last year as well. I
hadn’t a clue how to deal with a girl properly.”
“You still haven’t a clue as far as I’m concerned,” Cho
muttered and looked back down at her book.
Harry sighed and rested his chin on his folded hands. “I…you may be right…at least in the
relationship department. But you must
admit, I know what to do with a girl in…the other department,” he said just
above a whisper, walking his fingers toward her hand.
Cho saw his hand coming and smacked it hard as it got close
to her own. “Nope, still haven’t
mastered that bit either, I see,” she said, trying to suppress her smile. Harry pulled his hand back quickly, moaned in
pain, and tried to shake the stinging away.
“Now if you’re quite done with your criticism of my intelligence, may I
get back to studying please?”
“I suppose so,” Harry said, still straining from the pain in
his hand.
To her surprise, the Ravenclaw was able to enjoy the silence
and read several pages of the book that didn’t have what she was looking
for. But nonetheless, Harry was
quiet. Quiet was about all, however,
because the Boy Hero didn’t seem to possess the ability to sit still. Six chairs were around the entire table. The one at the head of the table that he
originally sat in was vacated suddenly when he stood up and sat in the one
directly across from Cho. Cho glanced up
for only a moment and saw him pretending to read a book, but staring at her
from over the top of it. Resolving to
ignore him, she went back to her book.
And she stayed in her book when he took the seat right next him, sitting
there for ten minutes while glancing at her as well. Another ten minutes went by and the
Gryffindor sat at the other head of the table.
This time Cho glanced at her watch to see how long he would last
there. He made it a whopping twenty-five
minutes before he got up and sat in the chair next to her. She knew his game of Musical-less Chairs
would end only if she took a seat on
him. But she was determined to study,
well attempting to, and make him wait.
However, Cho was surprise to see that Harry seemed content
with sitting next to her. He didn’t move
from chair to chair, only shifted in his chair on occasion. He actually began to seem interested in
whatever book he had pretended to read on his way around the table. But Cho knew that even though a half an hour
had gone by without his moving, it would soon change. When his hand rested on her bare knee under
the table, she knew she was right.
The Ravenclaw ignored it, resolving that maybe that would be
all he would need to stay quiet for awhile.
She ignored it also when he began to massage that bare knee. Well, she didn’t ignore it exactly, the feel
of his lightly calloused hand on her bare skin always sent a shot of heat
through her body, but it was manageable and she continued to read. As she continued, Harry continued to rub and
seemed to need to take a few extra breaths in the process. When his hand slid up and begun to massage
her thigh, Cho checked her watch to count the minutes before he was going to thoroughly
distract them both.
It took only five extra minutes of touching her thigh,
before the Gryffindor shifted in his seat and switched hands. Now reaching his right hand up her skirt
slightly to touch her leg, his left hand began caressing her raven tresses,
while his green eyes watched his handy work.
Cho sighed and turned to look at him.
“Harry…” she whispered. “You
promised.”
Harry’s eyes seemed too interested in her hair to be
concerned with her words. “Oh…I’m just
looking at you…that’s all,” he answered nonchalantly.
“Looking is done with your eyes, isn’t it? You have your hand up my skirt. Not to mention playing with my hair,” she
added in an exasperated whisper. She
decided to ignore the fact that she hadn’t knocked his hands away.
Harry’s expression hadn’t change, nor the location of his
eyes in her hair. “I love your hair,” he
whispered as if he was saying it more to himself then her.
Cho sighed and looked back down at her book. “I’ve noticed,” she said under her breath,
but loud enough for him to hear.
Harry’s fingers began combing a little more purposefully
through her locks. The tips of his
fingers lightly caressed her scalp as he combed through her hair and Cho was
beginning to shudder under his touch.
She took a deep breath and tried to ignore that as well. However, it was becoming difficult
considering she missed his gentler touches.
But the Ravenclaw would press through, determined not to give in to him,
even when his hand on her thigh began to stroke her a little higher, a little
stronger.
“Harry…” Cho whispered again, wishing she had the strength
to knock his hands away. “Plea…” she
intended to beg, but stopped when she felt his lips on her temple, then cheek,
then jaw, then neck… “Someone…will…see
you…US…”
“I could give a shit…” he said huskily in her ear he was
nibbling on before going back to his meal.
It took a moment for Cho to register what she was
doing. Her breath was flowing slowly
through her parted lips, her eyes were closed, and her head was leaning to the
opposite side, giving Harry even more access to the soft pale column of her
neck. She held tightly to her quill,
willing herself only slightly not to reach under the table and guide his hand
to what was presently in need of him.
Then a million miles away, Cho heard a book hit the floor followed by
the bellowing of Madam Pince of the offending students. The pretty brown eyes of the girl shot opened
and she looked around to make sure no one had entered their private section of
the library, catching them moments before their favorite act. When she saw that all was clear, the
Ravenclaw looked into the face of the Gryffindor; a face a mere inch away from
hers.
“Harry…please…” she pleaded into his green eyes, needing him
as much as he wanted her, but needing to study as well. “We’ll ge…”
“I want you, Love. I
need you so badly right now, I can’t stand it!” Harry whispered, interrupting
her. Soon his lips were on her cheek,
then nose, then chin…
“Harry…Harry…” Cho said in a strained whisper, trying to
keep herself steady under his kisses.
“Harry!” she whispered again, a little louder. Harry stopped his kisses of her face and
hovered his lips an inch from hers. Cho
could taste his breath, and she licked her lips instinctively. His fingers were still combing through her
hair as they watched each other mouths and she forgot everything else she
wanted to say.
“Kiss me, Love…just once,” his desperate words whispered
their way into her mouth, causing her to swallow them before parting her lips
for more. “If you do…I promise…I’ll sit
here like a good little boy and wait for you,” he whispered, leaning so close
their noses touched.
Cho exhaled, trying the expel some of the heat that had
built up inside her body. But it wasn’t
working. Her mind was clouded with just
as much desire as her body. One kiss
would keep him calm; one kiss was no big deal.
Are you mad? Of course, it’s a bloody big deal! Cho
berated herself. No! Besides, he just wants
sex. If he gets any harder, his jeans
are going to rip.
“Harry…” she said just above a whisper as his hand left her
thigh and rested on her cheek, then lifted her head a little more to aim a
kiss. Cho quickly, but gently, placed
her hand on his, knowing that’s what he was setting her up for. “Harry listen, it’s…more than obvious by the
bulge in your pants…that you need to…get off badly…” Cho began benignly, and
Harry pulled his head away from her slightly, narrowed his eyes, and laid his
hand on his knee. “Why…don’t you find
Ginny…be…with her, and then come to me later?
You always come to me after sex with her anyway. And we can do whatever you want…well, most of
what you want, I promise,” she said earnestly, stroking her assailant’s hand on
his leg.
Harry shook his head slightly at her words and lowered his
head. “I only came to you once
after…being with Ginny. This last
time…you were mad at me,” he answered honestly.
Cho stroked his hand gently.
“Okay, fine. But right now,
Harry, I know what you want. I can see
it in your eyes. You want to get off
right now. So go on and do it. Then come to me and I’ll show you how it’s
done right!” she said low but lustfully.
The Ravenclaw was soon reminded of what Harry had said
earlier about refraining from saying naughty things if she wanted him to be
good, for the second the whisper passed though her lips, Harry’s hand was up
her skirt. “God, Love…I warned you…” he
said, his words muffled by the amount of neck his lips were tasting.
The sudden rush of the Gryffindor’s body to her own, caused
Cho to fall out of her logical mind for a moment, and her hands balled the
front of his t-shirt up, holding onto him as he ravished her neck. “Mmm, Harry…” she whispered, lost in the
sensation, ready to snake her arms around his neck and enjoy the gnawing
properly. His masculine hand was
gripping the bare skin of her hip under her skirt, and she wanted to open her
legs and move his hand over to the growing moisture-ridden area between
them. But somewhere in the back of the
Ravenclaw’s mind reminded her that she was in a library. She opened her eyes to register her
surroundings for a moment before speaking again. “Harry…Harry…” she whispered. “S-stop or someone…ssss…will see us.”
Harry pulled away from her neck, but still held her tightly
in his arms. “Come with me now, Cho. I can’t…I’m sorry…I can’t wait any
longer. If I don’t have you in ten
minutes, I swear I’m going to toss you on this ruddy table and either make of
meal of you down there, or take you right here!” he said just above a whisper,
earnestly and urgently. “I could give a
bloody fuck who sees us! I need you!”
Cho watched the lust and unwavering need in his emerald
gaze. The heat flowing from his body
onto hers indicated that every part of him wanted every part of her. And her body reciprocated the feeling. Sod
studying…a good shagging will have me alert and ready to study tomorrow! she thought.
Sighing for his benefit more than hers, and mostly to
insinuate that she was only doing this to give into his needs, though her skirt
was starting to dampen, Cho pulled out of his arms. The raven-haired girl stood up and began
packing her things, and tried not to laugh when the Gryffindor got up, ran
around her and threw everything on the table in his bag in a hurry.
****
Cho opened her eyes to a bronze chest and neck. She hadn’t been a sleep, but she was drifting
off and she couldn’t allow herself to do that.
The Ravenclaw was finding it difficult, however, considering how Harry
had worn her out in the past two hours.
If sneaking out of the library together and undetected
wasn’t draining enough, the fighting him off her in the halls sure had
been. Once she had finally gotten his
hands off her more private areas as they walked, Harry had grabbed her wrist
and began pulling her into a run, dodging people in the halls, and not telling
her where they were going. Soon, they
ended up in a familiar corridor, and it didn’t surprise Cho when Harry walked
them both back and forth in front of a wall on the seventh floor until a door
appeared. Cho hadn’t a chance to admire
that the Room of Requirements was dimly lit with a fireplace crackling in front
of a comfortable couch, or the large king-size bed that was toward the back of
the room, because the moment they went inside, the war of hands and mouths
began again.
Now Cho lay on the chest of the sleeping, snoring, sexual
satisfied Gryffindor, locked tightly in his arm in the wonderfully comfortable
and spacious bed. She decided it best to
leave him sleeping, waking him up would ensure more sex to be had. Though she loved the idea of another go, she
was hoping to make it back to the library before Madam Pince shoved the last
student out. Maybe now that she wouldn’t
have an audience, she could find the book she needed and study in peace.
The pretty girl gently lifted Harry’s hand off her shoulder,
and slowly eased her way out from under his arm. She placed it lightly on his chest as he
continued to snore quietly. Sitting up,
she winced silently, feeling how sorry he was between her legs. Actually, the Ravenclaw felt how sorry he was
all over her body, and could see marks of apology on her naked skin randomly
from head to toe. It would be a slow
walk to the library, she was sure of it.
As Cho turned to ease off the other side of her bed and find
her clothes that were scattered all over the large room, she saw a book sitting
on the nightstand. She didn’t remember
there being a book there, or a nightstand for that matter when Harry had picked
up her naked body and taken her to the bed earlier. But now there was a large book marked, From
Dark to Light: A Guide to Combat Dark
Spells. Cho was shocked, but intrigued
by the book, and took no time in grabbing it off the table for a peek. Looking through the table of contents, she
saw a chapter listed for Dark Bites, and the Ravenclaw held her breath.
A snort of a snore from Harry made her remember where she
was. She looked around the room and saw
the couch sitting by the fireplace.
Easing off the bed, her leg shook from exhaustion so much, she decided
to ease it right back up on the bed.
Damn it, she
thought.
He’s asleep, you can
study here for a moment.
If he wakes up, he’ll
want another go.
If he wakes up, YOU’LL
want another go.
Precisely and there’ll
be no studying.
Cho decided to sit up on the bed and go through the
book. However, sitting was still
painful. “Shouldn’t have begged him to
do it harder!” she whispered to herself.
Realizing she wouldn’t be able to sit in the position for very long, the
Ravenclaw decided to lay the book on the pillow and rest on her stomach as she
read through it. The room was warm, so
her naked and satisfied body felt no chill from lying freely on top of the
blanket. Thumbing through the pages and
stopping at anything that interested her, Cho swung her creamy white calves carelessly
in the air behind her. Harry snorted
once more, and she glanced over at her assailant. Sleeping, he didn’t have his glasses on. His scar shone bright even in the dimly lit
room. He was still gorgeous to her,
though she hated his guts. His chest was
rising and falling with his breaths. And
if Cho didn’t know better, she could have sworn there was a faint smile of
satisfaction on the Gryffindor’s face.
Shaking her head at him, knowing he was on cloud nine from getting
exactly what he wanted…well, not exactly, she refused to kiss him again, but he
was satisfied nonetheless. The smile
tugging at the corner of her mouth would indicate that she was feeling the same
way, if she acknowledged it.
Cho went back to her reading, deciding it best to get the
information she needed as soon as possible so that she may leave before Harry
woke up. It had been exactly seventeen
minutes since she had eased out of his grasp, that she felt the bed shift a
little. “Interesting book?” she heard
her sleepy bed partner say.
Cho sighed in defeat, knowing her plan to leave had
failed. She turned to see green eyes
smiling back her. “It is,” she said
indifferently, before placing her eyes back on her book.
“Good,” he said, and she could hear a smile in his
voice. “Glad I thought of it.”
The pretty girl narrowed her eyes at the book, then lifted
them toward the Boy Hero. “You…thought
of it?” she asked in disbelief.
Harry nodded, smugly.
“Yeah. I knew whatever you
needed, you could get in here, including that book. And what I needed was to ensure that you
would be here when I woke up. I know I
only get fifteen to seventeen minutes of lying with you before you’re fit to
claw my bloody eyes out to get away from me.
So, before I fell asleep, you had already dozed off, I thought hard
about a book for you to give you the answer you were looking for. Then I could wake up, and watch you
study. You know you can’t take the book
out of here, so you’re stuck here with me for awhile. Blimey, I should have been a Ravenclaw, I’m
so bloody clever.”
She was shocked by his statement, but didn’t allow it to
show on her face. “Correction, Harry;
you should have been a Slytherin you’re so bloody cunning and
manipulative. Doing anything you can to
get what you want. Reckon you could give
Draco a run for his money,” Cho answered with mock irritation, rolling her eyes
at him when she was done.
Harry was silent for a moment. “I reckon, you’re still sore at me, then?” he
asked crestfallenly, looking down at the bed between them.
Cho peeked at him once more to see the disappointed look on
his face, then turned her gaze back to the book. “I’m bloody sore, yes, mostly between my
legs. But no, Harry, I don’t hate you
anymore than usual right now,” she answered, trying to suppress a smile.
“Good,” he said, and she could hear the smile returning to
his voice.
There was silence in the room outside of the crackling
fireplace. Suddenly, she felt the bed
move again, and peeked to see Harry reaching for his glasses on the nightstand
on his side of the bed. Quickly, looking
back at her book before he could see her, she ignored the mental snapshot of
his strong arm tensing as he reached for his spectacles. Study,
Cho. Stay focus before you’re screaming
out his name again…
The Ravenclaw was able to go back to studying, though she
felt silent and now focused eyes watching her.
Mentally, she cursed her body for not recovering as quickly after sex as
it normally did. Then again, when their
war-like fucks took place, neither could walk properly too soon after. And when an apology was the focus, walking
would be a trying experience afterward.
It was odd for the Ravenclaw lying there at the moment,
being watched so intently by the Gryffindor.
Normally, Cho loved being on display for Harry when she was naked. She had learned to love how much he
appreciated her body. But right now,
lying there naked in front of him, being watched by him, was irritating her
because it was distracting her.
“Harry…would you stop that please?”
“What, Love?” he asked as if he barely heard her.
Cho glanced at him and rolled her eyes back down to the
book. “Staring at me like that while I’m
studying. I mean normally…I…like it…”
she whispered the last part, her cheeks turning pink, hoping it was only the
set on her face doing it. “But right
now…it’s…distracting me a little.”
Harry was silent for a moment before answering. “I’m sorry, Cho, I can’t help it. I mean, look at you, Love, you’re bloody
gorgeous!” he said earnestly.
Cho’s eyes widened at the book a little from his statement,
but she narrowed them before turning to her assailant. “I-I’m what?” she asked as if she hadn’t
heard him correctly.
Harry narrowed his eyes and sucked his teeth. “Gorgeous, of course. Do you not own a mirror, Love? Ah, hang on, you do, I fucked you up against
it in the bathroom a couple weeks ago, didn’t I?”
Cho turned her eyes toward her book. Mentally, she cursed herself for the blushing
she knew she was doing. She hoped Harry
hadn’t noticed. “Well…of course I’m
gorgeous, I’m lying here in the buff after having helped you cum so hard I
thought that vein would pop out of your neck!” she joked, forcefully. “I’m sure if I pulled the covers back, I’d
see a newly developing erection courtesy of your watching me.”
“I think you’re gorgeous starkers or not, Love, or haven’t
you noticed?” he said evenly. Cho
couldn’t help but to look at him again.
She saw the sincerity in his green eyes, and it was so strong, she
cleared her throat and looked down at her book. Suddenly, the blanket lifted slightly over his
body, she could see that Harry had done it with his hand. “And…” he began again, looking under the
blanket, “you may be right about the erection,” he said, then nodded. “Care to see?” he asked, looking up at her
with a smile.
Cho shook her head at the book. “No!” she replied sternly, though trying to
suppress her smile. “I think I’ve seen
it a fair bit, haven’t I?”
“Not enough; never enough, Love,” he answered just as evenly
as before.
The pretty Ravenclaw glanced at the emerald gaze resting on
her. “I’ve noticed,” she mumbled before
going back to her book.
“Besides,” Harry said suddenly, and louder than his tone
before as he pushed back the blanket and stood his naked body up on the bed, “I
like showing it off to gorgeous girls!” he proclaimed proudly. Then the Gryffindor began jumping on the bed,
causing his semi-erect penis to flop up and down. Cho watched him and then closed her eyes,
doing all she could to keep from laughing at the silly Chosen One.
“Would you…stop that…Harry?” she requested as she was
bouncing on the bed from his jumps.
“You’re…clear off…you’re bleeding…nut, do you…realize that?” Cho added,
trying to hold the book steady on the bed as well.
Harry was smiling self-righteously as he was being berated
jokingly by his victim. “Of course…I’m
off my…nut…Gorgeous…I’m the…savior…of the wizarding…world! I’m Harry-Bloody-Everyone-Loves-Me-Potter,
aren’t I? I have a right to…be…mental!”
Cho was snorting with laughter. “Not…everyone…loves…you, Harry! I…personally…hate your…rotten guts!” she
laughed. Suddenly, the Ravenclaw had to
hold tightly to the bed as the tall Gryffindor decided it best to fall down
beside her as oppose to sit properly.
“Ahhh,” Harry breathed, settling his naked body beside hers,
propped up on his elbow. “That’s why I’m
addicted to you, Love, you hate the air I breathe! Marry me, won’t you?” Harry proposed with a
smile, before putting his arm over her back and kissing her shoulder.
Cho pushed him off her with her shoulder as she
giggled. “You’re mad!” she
exclaimed. “Marry you? I can’t stand you!” she said with a smile.
“Oh, Gorgeous, I love it when you whisper those sweet
nothings…I must have you!” Harry said with exaggerated lust and launched
himself at her, grabbing her around the waist, and planting kisses on her
shoulder, face, hair. The Ravenclaw
laughed as she fought the Gryffindor off her.
“GERROFF, YOU!” Cho yelled through giggles, as she pushed
the Chosen One.
After a fierce battle, she finally managed to get Harry off
her, after he conceded, and he laid flat on his back laughing at their
play. Cho shook her head at his flushed
face and body, sure she matched him in everyway. “How can Ginny stand you sometimes? You’re completely mental!”
Harry turned his smile to her. “She doesn’t think I’m mad, so no matter what
I do, its ‘cute’ to her, I reckon,” he said.
“Cute, is it?” Cho began, raising an eyebrow. “Not very perceptive, you Gryffindors, I’ve
learned. The only reason you have so
much time to…shag me, is because she doesn’t want to deal with your
‘cuteness’! Honestly, Ginny Weasley’s
going to do brilliantly on her O.W.L.s while I fail my N.E.W.T.s because I’m
babysitting her highly disturbed boyfriend!” Cho joked.
Harry laughed heartily.
“Is that what she’s up too, then?
Here I thought she didn’t care.
That all she wanted was the boy she had a crush on for so many years;
correction, the legend she had crush on for so many years. But now I know! Sneaky little redhead! Should have known better! Reckon the Sorting Hat did put you in the
right House, Cho!”
Cho shook her head as she giggled. “Reckon it didn’t, because I still haven’t
found out how to get away from the insanity that is Harry Potter!”
Harry snickered as he sat up on his elbow next to her. “Not even your brilliant mind can figure a
way out of that, Gorgeous. I’m never
letting you go. At least not until you
graduate or I’m dead, which could be any day now,” he said casually.
Cho’s smile faltered a little. “That’s…not funny, Harry,” she said.
Harry smiled, and combed his fingers through her hair. “No big deal, Love. When I’m gone, you’ll be completely
free. Free from me, and free from
Voldemort,” he explained in the same manner as before, then kissed her shoulder
gently. “When I die, he’ll either be
dead already, or we’ll have killed each other,” Harry said just above a whisper
to her temple as he kissed it. “Either
way, no one will hurt you again; me or him.”
Cho looked away from his smile when his light kisses landed
on her cheek. She would be free if Harry
was gone. But if he was gone…he’d
be…gone, forever. The pretty Ravenclaw’s
eyes were on the words of her forgotten book, but she didn’t register
them. She also didn’t register Harry’s
kisses on her ear, temple, then shoulder and back. She was too lost in thought of Harry’s
ultimate demise to notice. She hated
him, but did she want him dead? Cho had
never thought about it seriously when he hinted about it before. When it all started, she wanted him to stop,
she wanted him to get caught, but she never wanted him dead. He had changed her in the worse way, and had
taken something from her she was only to give to someone she cared for. But dead?
She should want him dead. But why
didn’t she? And why did the thought
scare her a little?
Cho was shaken from her reverie when she finally noticed
soft kisses down the skin of her back as a lightly calloused hand glided over
her skin and backside. The gentle kisses
eased over to the middle of her back and down her spine. She took a breath at the sensation of his
lips tasting her lightly, while his hands gripped at her purposefully. As the kisses began to trail down her lower
back, and then to her backside, Cho bit her own lip as the first brush of his
lips caressed her cheek. The sensation
was a mixture of a tickle and tease and it always made the pretty girl moan
just a little.
Trying to ignore it, and trying to keep her eyes opened so
as not to fall prey to Harry’s offerings once more, Cho focused on the words
decorating the pages. But when Harry’s
trail of light kisses made a left and headed for the cleft of her ass, the
Ravenclaw was no longer trying. “Harry…”
she began in a whisper to his knees beside her, “stop it…I’m trying to…study…”
The Chosen One parted the creamy white mounds, and swiped
his tongue across her sphincter. At the
end of her newly generated moan, the Ravenclaw heard Harry say, “Then study,
Love,” evenly.
“I can’t with…” Cho paused as another light grunt escaped
when he licked her once more, “you…doing that…can I?”
“Mmmm,” Harry’s moan vibrated on her as he licked her hole
more intensely, causing Cho to moan as well.
The Ravenclaw’s toes were curled in the air, her hands
gripped hard on the sides of the book, and her eyes were closed as she held her
breath. She could hear Harry’s tongue
almost clicking as it lapped up her hole, and dipped inside occasionally. “God, Harry…” she said breathlessly. Cho would soon repeat those words when Harry
began to lightly gnaw the inside of her cheeks as he eased his hands down to
her thighs and pulled them opened even more.
The statement fell from her lips repeatedly when his tongue went from
her sphincter to her vaginal opening in long, languid licks. And just when Cho didn’t think she could take
anymore, she felt the mouth of her assailant clapped over her dripping hole,
and begin to suck. “Harry!” she moaned,
and shifted off one of her elbows as if to spring up and away from his lips.
Harry moaned as well, and the vibrations of it coursing
through the Ravenclaw’s cunt nearly sent her into a fit. Then his mouth lifted away from her, and she
thought she could breathe for a moment.
That was until he spoke. “I love
the way we taste together,” he said to her opening, obviously tasting his leavings
mixed in with her juices still inside her body.
“You make me taste good enough to eat!” he added, before ravaging her
pussy once more. Cho released a
strangled cry at the onset of immense pleasure.
“I need…more…” Harry instructed into her folds. And before the Ravenclaw knew what was
happening, Harry’s legs that were near her head, were now knees up as he lay on
his back. Then, Cho felt her leg lift
and be pulled over the Gryffindor’s face until her whole body was over
his. Soon, Cho was face to face with
Harry’s erection, and her snatch was already being tasted liberally by the head
between her legs.
As much oral pleasure as the two had given each other over
the past few months, never had they ever tasted each other together. If Cho wasn’t already wet with desire, the
ideal of it would have her quickly dripping into Harry’s mouth. It didn’t take long for the Ravenclaw to suck
in her favorite male appendage as Harry enjoyed his favorite meal down
below. Cho had wondered about the
position before, but never thought she’d try it considering how much pleasure
they gave each other from oral sex. The
pretty girl thought it was nearly impossible to be eaten the way Harry did her,
and to suck him off affectively. Or if
she sucked him the way he liked it, loved it, he wouldn’t be able to keep his
mouth under enough control to lick and taste her. Instantly as they began, Cho could see that
her theory was right. Harry had already
had her on cloud nine before his dick stood in her face, ready to be sucked. So as she began to suck him, she kept
stopping to moan at the sensation shooting through her body from the actions
between her legs. But as Cho moaned
Harry’s name on his member, unable to take it out to release her grunt
properly, she found out that what she was doing was good enough for Harry. Vibrations were flowing through her cunt as
Harry bucked his hips lightly, pushing his penis more into her mouth, and
moaning her name into her wet heat.
Unable to take it much longer, Cho slid Harry out of her
mouth and stroked him. “Ssss, Harry…”
she hissed as he ate her vigorously, moaning in her folds. “Your tongue…it feels…so…good…” Cho moaned
into the air, fisting his dick before slipping him back into her mouth. It was at that moment that Cho wasn’t sure
anymore if he tasted so good because he always did, or was it because of his
munching between her legs thrusting her into their private place in
Heaven. Either way, she didn’t know if
she ever wanted it to end. And she hoped
he was feeling just as good as he was making her feel.
Then suddenly, something caught Cho’s lidded eyes. Just between the pillows that were scattered
awkwardly above due to Harry’s feet, Cho spotted a tiny bottle of liquid. Sucking him still, but without her slender
hand to stroke him, she reached for it.
Outside the bottle was a label indicating that it was lubricant, and Cho
realized what the Room of Requirement was indicating that she do. The Ravenclaw smiled with her mouth full and
it wasn’t just from Harry’s lapping, sucking, and moaning in her folds. Cho placed her hands as best she could, given
that one was still holding her up, on Harry’s upper thighs. Gently, she pulled them open, exposing his
pucker, and Harry trustingly did as her hands suggested unaware of her
intentions. Wrapping her hand around his
saliva laced penis in her mouth, she stroked him a few more times as she
sucked. She did that to insure that he
was lost in his World of Cho and not paying attention to anything else, and was
not disappointed. Finally, she released
his penis, and with one hand uncapped the bottle and laced her two fingers with
the warm liquid. Cho got hotter by the
moment as she anticipated what she was about to do.
Sucking harder, she eased her finger down to his sphincter. Gingerly, she rubbed the starfish shaped
opening with her moistened finger. This,
surprisingly, caused the Ravenclaw to moan because Harry moaned deep into her
folds at the sensation, causing the vibrations of his appreciation to stimulate
her even more, then her doing the same to him.
The vicious ring of pleasure she was locked in didn’t detour her from
her goal however, but Cho knew she had to keep her head if she wanted to
continue. She braved another swipe of
her finger across his hole, and received the same reaction. This time, she braced herself by balling the
blanket in her hand from the arm that held her up. Harry seemed to be trying to brace himself as
well as he squeezed her buttocks tightly bringing her blood to just under the
surface of her skin. Cho loved when he
gripped her tightly, his strong hands either claiming parts of her body, or
holding on to it for dear life. And she
knew she would feel even more of that as she eased her finger inside him.
“OH, LOVE…” Harry nearly yelled into her
wet-from-her-wet-from-him pussy.
Cho felt his anal muscles tighten around her slender finger,
and she smiled again with her mouth full.
Slowly, she began to slide her finger in and out of her assailant in the
manner he had done to her million times since September, which she had done to
herself million times since September.
Harry’s fingertips were digging into her cheeks and hips so hard, it
almost hurt. But Cho didn’t mind it at
all, and added her other lubed finger into his opening. This sent a rocket of pleasure around their
circle; first, Harry moaned her name into her cunt; then, Cho moaned his name
on his member; and then, Harry moaned again at that sensation.
They were both lost in the oral ring of pleasure as they
sucked and licked each other, as Harry’s tongued plunged into her hole, and her
fingers did the same to his ass. Soon,
Cho felt Harry pull back from her pussy to moan freely into the air. Her fingers had just grazed a bundle of
nerves inside his sphincter, and he was trembling underneath her. But Cho didn’t like not being feasted on
anymore, and slide Harry out of her mouth for a moment. “Don’t stop licking me, Harry, please?” she
begged breathlessly, though she continued to purposely graze his prostate.
“Y-ye-yes…Love…okay…GOD…Cho…oh…” he moaned, hissed, grunted
into the air, before grabbing her hips again, and slamming his face into her
vagina.
“OH, YES, HARRY!” Cho shouted as best she could though his
mouth seemed to be taking her breath away.
“That feels…so…so…mmm…lick me…keep…keep licking it!” the pretty girl
begged. She began to pump her fingers
harder inside his lubricated hole, and slid him back into her mouth hungrily. Then, she scissor her fingers repeatedly in
the ring of muscles and she felt a vibration again through her folds.
“God…Love…your…nails…FUCK, YES!” he said, pulling his mouth
away for a moment. Cho’s nails weren’t
long, but they had a decent length.
Harry had told her before September ended that he loved the way her
nails dug into him. However, Harry had
only meant the skin on his back or arms or legs. Never had Cho imagined that he would enjoy
the sensation inside him. But he did,
and she was enjoying giving it to him.
In fact, Cho knew if she enjoyed their sexual play anymore, she’d sit
her aching-with-desire pussy on Harry’s face and suffocate him. She needed release, and judging by the
tightness of his sack, he would need it soon too.
Cho felt that internal trembling occurring inside her
pelvis. It would be very soon for her,
and she wanted Harry to cum with her; mostly because she knew if she came
first, she wouldn’t have the strength to continue sucking and finger-fucking
him. So Cho encouraged the feeling even
more by opening her eyes to watch her fingers sliding in and out of his hole,
while she watched his balls tighten, and a little over a half of dick down her
throat. Then she concentrated on the
Expertise of Harry Potter when it came to the eating of Cho Chang. Harry was sucking her clit, then licking his
tongue through her folds, before allowing it to plunge inside her opening, all
while his finger tip teased her sphincter as well. And finally, the mixture of thoughts,
visuals, and pleasure began to overtake the Ravenclaw and her orgasm suddenly
struck her like a bolt of lighting. The
pretty Asian girl’s body went ridged as the ripples of her climax raced through
her body. She kept Harry locked in her
mouth, moaning all the praises to the higher power all over his penis. Her fingers instinctively curved around the
bundle of nerves inside him, and Harry nearly yelled into her dripping cunt.
“MERLIN!”
Cho barely heard him say it as she was too lost in her
orgasm to hear, while trying to swallow all his semen as it spouted out of him
at the same time. Cho slid her fingers
out of him, and wrapped her hand around his penis, trying to milk the last of
his leavings out and into her mouth. He
had cum so hard, it never seemed to end.
And Cho was certain Harry’s face had to be glistening with her own
leavings as he was still trying to lap up the excess in her sensitive folds as
well.
When the two teenagers were done cleaning each other, Cho
collapsed on the bed beside Harry. She
was face-to-leg with him as he was face-to-feet with her. He was caressing her calves gingerly as they
both lay there trying to catch their breaths.
“Shit, Love, that was…brilliant,” Harry said exhaustedly to
her legs.
Cho smiled with her eyes closed. She couldn’t agree more. “Mmm,” was all she could reply at first,
mostly because her jaw ached a little.
She could feel Harry’s hands caressing her calves a little
stronger. “You’re…so bloody soft everywhere…”
he whispered to her legs before planting soft kisses on her shin and the top of
her foot.
It began to tickle Cho just a little and she jerked her leg
lightly, making sure not to kick his face.
“Stop it, Harry,” she giggled in a whisper. “That tickles.”
She could hear him snort lightly. “It tickled me when you were fingering my
arse, but I didn’t complain, did I?” he said just above a whisper.
Cho giggled again.
“You liked it. Like you like
Professor Hagrid’s bedfellow. You take
it well, Harry. I think you should let
Ginny in on it,” she suggested with humor in her voice.
Harry kissed her shin once more, before sitting up. The sudden movement caused Cho to open her
eyes and she watched Harry twist around in the bed until he was
face-to-glistening-face with her. “No
bloody way,” he whispered to her face with a smile. “I only trust you to do that. And might I remind you…I don’t…enjoy it,” he
said, clearing his throat. “It’s…just
to, uh, turn you on, Gorgeous. That’s
all…” he lied, blatantly.
Cho snorted, watching his green eyes watching her. “No, I think you like it up the bum,” she
said matter-of-factly. “But don’t worry,
Harry, you’re secret is safe with me,” she said above a whisper with a smile.
Harry’s smile matched hers except for the shiny smears of
leavings on his cheeks near his mouth.
“Brilliant, Love. I knew I could
trust you,” he said watching her lips.
They fell into a silence as Cho became fascinated with herself on his
cheeks, and him not caring that it was there.
And Harry seemed fascinated with caressing her cheek with his thumb,
making gentle swipes to the corner of her mouth. “You are gorgeous, Cho,” he said just above a
whisper, breaking their silence.
Cho smiled briefly, and she hoped she wasn’t silly enough to
blush in front of him. “Well…you are
shiny, Harry,” she said, then eased one of her arms from under her head, and
touched her leavings on his cheek.
“Hey, give me that back!” Harry said, grabbing her hand and inserting
her finger into his mouth. “Mmm,” he
moaned on her digit. “Mine. You came hard, Love. It’s a beautiful thing to see, and an even
lovelier thing to taste.”
Cho wondered if she lost her battle with trying not to
blush, because she felt heat rise to her cheeks. But she was also very intrigued by his
words. Wonder what I do taste like? she thought. Well,
ask the expert! “How do I…taste,
Harry?”
Harry smiled lustfully.
“Delicious. Care for a
taste? You’re all over my mouth,” he
said slyly.
Cho narrowed her eyes, knowing well what he was hoping would
happen. But she decided her curiosity
should be satisfied. She was a proper Ravenclaw
after all, research and study was second nature to them. “I’d love a taste, if you don’t mind?” she
said sincerely and suppressed her smile when she saw his eyes widen in shock
and anticipation.
“Uh, yes, of course, Cho,” Harry said hastily. He raised himself on his elbow and Cho did
the same. Face-to-face, Harry held her
cheek and licked his lips. Cho pushed
the tugging at the corner of her mouth down once more as she watched him. She raised her hand and placed her finger and
thumb on his chin, and watched as he took it as a sign to open his mouth to
her. The Gryffindor tilted his head,
closed his eyes and leaned toward her.
Cho set her smile free. And just
as she felt his breath on her lips, she turned his head to the side with her
fingers and licked languidly at his cheek near the corner of his mouth.
Gathering a healthy dose of herself on her tongue, the
Ravenclaw laid back on the bed and swallowed, leaving the Gryffindor puckered
up and un-kissed in the air. “Mmm,” she
said casually at the taste of herself, “I’m not so bad.”
The Boy-Who-Didn’t-Get-Kissed opened his eyes and looked
down at his victim. Cho smiled deviously
at him and he narrowed his eyes in mock irritation at her. “That was sneaky, Gorgeous!” he said though
clenched, smiling teeth.
“Was it?” Cho laughed.
“Come now, Harry, you know the rules.
I may have brilliant, raunchy, and shameless sex in bed with you, but
kissing? That’s just naughty and wrong!”
The pretty girl continued to laugh as Harry’s smile faltered
a little as he watched her. “So may I
assume that you didn’t kiss Terry Boots when you were in bed with him last
night for two hours and thirteen minutes?” Harry asked evenly, suddenly,
causing her to stop laughing.
Her mouth hung open at his question, and for a brief moment,
Cho didn’t know what to say. “I…I…um,”
she began, nervously. Then she realized
she had nothing to be nervous about. She
hadn’t done anything with Terry. But
Harry was crazy… “Yes, you may assume
that,” she said simply.
Harry’s expression didn’t change. “May I assume my assumption is correct, or
are you just saying I may assume anything I wish?” he asked, not
expressionlessly.
Cho watched him, not seeing the person she had just had a
good time with, was joking with, and was forgiving from his previous
mistakes. No, Cho only saw the one who
possessed her, owned her, kept her trapped in his world. She exhaled in disappointment more than
anger. “No, Harry. Your assumption is correct. I didn’t kiss Terry in his bed. I didn’t do anything with him but talk. He’s my friend, Harry. And he…likes boys as much as I do,” she
explained with his same demeanor.
The Ravenclaw was shocked to see Harry smile. “That makes sense,” he said simply.
Cho narrowed her eyes in confusion. “What does?”
Harry leaned down toward her on the bed. “It makes sense that he can lie in a bed with
you for over two hours and not kiss you.
He’s got to be a bloody pouf to accomplish that and stay sane!” he said
before kissing her forehead.
Cho couldn’t help but smile as she pushed Harry away from
her. “Get off of me,” she demanded,
though felt utterly relieved. “I so hate
you, Harry!”
Harry smiled brightly back at her from his side of the
bed. “I know, Love. Thank you.”
Then quickly he rolled back on top of her, held her arms back as he
planted several kisses all over her face, and leapt off of her before she could
get a proper swing on him. Cho sat up as
Harry got off the bed and searched for his clothes. “Now, don’t stay in here to late studying,
Gorgeous. I want you well rested for
tomorrow night,” he said pulling on his boxers and jeans.
Cho narrowed her eyes at him. “Why, what’s going on tomorrow night?”
Harry pulled on his t-shirt.
“We’re going flying.”
Cho suppressed a smile and she didn’t know why. “What’s makes you think I’m going flying with
you, Harry?”
Harry had his shoes on and was retrieving his book bag from
the floor as he spoke. “Because you love
watching me fly. And I love how you want
me after I fly,” he said, his voice tainted with lust. “G’night, Love.” And with that, Harry left the Room of
Requirement and the naked Ravenclaw on the bed.
Cho watched him leave and sat on the bed for a moment
thinking over his statement. “He thinks
I just want him, doesn’t he? It’s
his…flying ability that I admire…not…him,” she told herself as she got up from
the bed and grabbed the book of counter curses.
“That may not have…been what I said…to him while I was…riding him after
his last game…but I was just…horny, is all.
Yeah,” Cho tried to convince herself before curling her naked body up on
the couch in front of the fireplace.
“I…I don’t want him…just…sex.”
The crackling of the fireplace was the only thing heard for
a moment as she sat with her book.
Suddenly, a piece of parchment and a quill appeared on the table next to
the couch and Cho received another suggestion from the Room of Requirement. The Ravenclaw quickly began to take notes
from the book. She had to get to bed,
after all.
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