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Paying For His Pedestal	By : twocanz Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Harry/Cho Views: 82668 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter 15 � If
You Need me, Take me

Cho had done as she was instructed to do by Madam
Pomfrey.� The Ravenclaw took her potion
and stayed in bed, or at least in her House, for the entire weekend.� Early Monday morning, she woke up before all
her roommates and took her potion that was sitting on her nightstand before
falling back to sleep until her first class.�
The raven-haired beauty opened her eyes once more and did not find her
roommates at all.� In fact, three of her
hangings were closed except the one facing her nightstand.� And instead of her one bottle of potion,
there stood two of the same.� The heavy
arm around her waist indicated that she wasn�t alone.� And the stuffy but steady breathing beside
her indicated that she was the only one awake.

The seventh year turned her head to the other side and found
a mess of short raven hair, a lightening bolt scar, and a snoring sixth year
beside her.� She also found her raven
hair over her bed partner�s nose, mouth and chin, no doubt placed there by
him.� Normally on Monday mornings, Cho
was woken up by Harry�s kisses on her face and/or body, his fingers tickling
her insides, or his head between her legs.�
This morning, she was woken by a sleeping Harry, hopefully willing to
comply with Madam Pomfrey�s wishes.

She watched him sleeping peacefully beside her, his arm snug
around her waist.� She knew she should
wake him, and remind him he�s not allowed to sleep with her.� But something about the way the Boy Hero
looked so serene in her bed, made her not want to disturb him.� However, watching him, she couldn�t help the
urge to touch him.� So lifting her hand,
Cho brushed her fingers lightly across her assailant�s scar.� She had kissed it so many times, and every
time she did, she noticed him shiver slightly.�
The Ravenclaw wondered if he�d do that in his sleep as well, considering
she never slept beside him willingly for more than a minute, so she had no way
of knowing.� Before she could stop
herself, Cho leaned over and kissed Harry�s trademark.

He trembled lightly before she was able to lay her head back
down.� After she did, her pretty brown
eyes met startling green.� �Morning,
Love,� Harry said, smiling.

Cho suppressed a smile she didn�t expect to have.� �You�re not to suppose to be�here, Harry.�

�Why?� he asked, keeping his smile.

�Several reasons,� Cho sighed, turning her head up to look
at her navy blue canopy.

Harry propped himself up on his hand and looked down at the
pretty Ravenclaw.� �But it�s Monday,
Cho,� he said, now annoying her with his smile.

�Harry,� Cho began, looking up at him, �we�re�both sick,
thanks to you.� No strenuous activities,
remember?� I have to make sure I�m
better, so that I may at least attend practice tomorrow.� And besides�� she said, looking away from his
emerald gaze, �you know�you�re not�WE�RE not suppose to sleep together�I mean
for�long periods of time, at least.�

Cho heard Harry snort through his stuffy nose.� �First of all, Gorgeous, it was well worth
the fever, chills, and inability to breathe.�
You were brilliant on the pitch.�
And for your information, I�ve only been here for about an hour, so it
hasn�t been that long.� But I thought
after what happen in Hagrid�s hut��

The Ravenclaw�s face quickly turned back to Harry�s, fear
evident in her eyes.� �WHY?� Uh�what happened in Professor Hagrid�s hut?�
she asked nervously, interrupting him.

Harry narrowed his spectacle-less eyes at her.� �Nothing; calm down, Love,� he said with
confusion.� The reluctant hero placed his
large hand gently on her cheek.� He
caressed her skin as he watched her worriedly.�
�What happened that night, Cho?�
You had a nightmare, right?� What
happened that�s gotten you so panicked?�

We kissed!� And you said��
And I said�� Oh, God!

�Nothing, Harry!� Cho lied.�
�It�s just�I don�t�trust you when I sleep�that�s�um, why I never like
to�sleep together.� Who knows what you�ll
do to me?�

Harry�s smiling to worried face, now turned somber.� �You�don�t trust me, Love?�

Cho narrowed her eyes at him, confused by his statement and
his facial expression.� �That�s a silly
question, Harry, considering how this all started, don�t you think?� she
stated, matter-of-factly.

Harry lowered his head, breaking eye contact with her, and
nodded.� �I reckon so.�

Cho noticed his solemn expression and for some odd reason,
felt the need to comfort him.� �I suppose
that�s why you want to marry me, because I hate you and don�t trust you,
right?� she asked, allowing a smile to grace her lips.� �A relationship most unbefitting of the
Chosen One!�

The Chosen One met the eyes of his Perfect Imperfection and
smiled.� �That�s right, Gorgeous.� We�ll be the perfect couple; Beauty and the
Beast!� Harry said, his lips doing all they could to cover his toothy smile.

�That suits you perfectly, the Beast!� You growl sometimes when we�re going at
it!� I often think a wolf, or maybe a
green-eyed gorilla has entered the room!� she added, smiling freely, though
narrowing her eyes in mock irritation.�
�AHH!� Cho screamed suddenly, when Harry tucked his arms around her
waist, buried his head in her neck and began imitating that wild beast he
proclaimed himself to be.� �HARRY!� STOP THAT!� Cho said, laughing and trying to
fight him off.� �We�re not supposed to be
engaging in anything strenuous!�� Harry
continued to growl in her neck, playfully biting at her skin.� �Please�PLEASE!� I have Quidditch practice tomorrow that I
must get well enough to attend!� Stop!�

Harry did as she instructed, but kept his face in her neck,
resting on her shoulder.� �Alright,
Cho.� For the love of Quidditch, I will stop.�

�Thank you,� Cho said, catching her breath as Harry held her
tightly in his arms.�

They lay there in silence for several moments.� Cho couldn�t see Harry smiling with his eyes
closed on her shoulder, while she did all she could to keep her smile under
control to her canopy.� �By the way, how
did you manage to get away this morning?�
I mean, being sick and all, I felt sure Ginny would make sure you stayed
in bed.�

Harry sighed in her neck.�
�She did.� Well, she tried.� But she has a first period, doesn�t she?� She and Hermione both instructed Ron to watch
me so that I didn�t go brooding or whatever I normally sneak off to do every
Monday.� But I feign deep sleep and I knew
that would bore Ron.� Besides, I knew he
wouldn�t be able to resist breakfast, so he didn�t stick around for very
long.� When he was gone, and I was sure
he wasn�t coming back, I snuck out.� Then
I found sleeping beauty��

Cho tried not to giggle.�
�And you came in as a quiet beast this time around.�

The Gryffindor nodded.�
�I didn�t want to wake you.� So I
took my dose of the potion, and got under the covers with you.�� He snuggled even closer on the Ravenclaw and
she couldn�t see his widening smile.� �I
must admit, Love, I feel loads better lying here with you, then I did the entire
bloody weekend.�

They fell silent again.�
Cho wished she had the ability to tell him to let go, but she didn�t
seem to possess it.� And she really
didn�t want to admit that she was feeling just a little better lying in bed
with him, even without sex.

It�s the potion!� It has me loopy.� Or�I must still have a fever� she tried
to convince herself.� Yeah, that�s it! she hoped.

�You�ll be great with your children, Cho.� You have a�natural healing quality about
you.� That could be one of the reasons I
feel so much better,� Harry said, breaking the silence they had fallen in.

Cho didn�t know how to respond to that, though she felt her
cheeks heating up.� �Um, thank you,
Harry,� she said shyly.� Then a thought
dawned on her as he squeezed her waist.�
�Now don�t you go getting any ideas about making�babies�with me�as a way
to tarnish your precious image, Mr. Potter!� she smirked.

Harry lifted his head from her shoulder and watched her with
his widen, idea-laden eyes.� �Bloody
hell�� he whispered.� �That�s a BRILLIANT
idea, Love!� Not only will getting a
lovely pregnant at our age knock me off my bleeding pedestal, but you�ll also
HAVE TO marry me so no one will force me to �marry the perfect girl to change
my wild ways�!� Bloody fucking
brilliant!� No wonder you�re in
Ravenclaw, Gorgeous!� he beamed.� �Now
where�s that intrusive birth control potion?�
I�ll put the mockers to that but quick!��
Harry raised himself up on his arms, looking around wildly.

�Oh, no you don�t!� shouted Cho with a mock anger.

Harry narrowed his smiling determined eyes at his
victim.� �Oh, yes I will!�� As he reached for her nightstand, Cho grabbed
his arm.� The two began to wrestle on the
Ravenclaw�s bed, yelling playfully mutinous things, while squealing with
laughter once more.

�Harry!� Harry!�
shouted Cho as he tossed her on her back and pinned her down.� �No strenuous activities, remember?�� Placing her feet on his hips, she managed to
buck him off her.�

Now Harry was on his back, wrestling to free his arms from
the determined seventh year.� �This is
nothing compared to what�s coming when I get rid of that potion!� he shouted
back.

Cho didn�t know how he managed it, but she was suddenly on
her back on his torso, wrapped tightly around the waist.� Still, she laughed.� �Please, Harry!� Let me beat you come Spring in Quidditch and
then you may tarnish your reputation afterward!�

Harry laughed in her neck, tickling her with his
breath.� �Brilliant!� If I know that�s coming, I�ll hand you the
ruddy Snitch!�� After she twitched in his
arm from the tickling, and giggling, Harry allowed the pretty girl to lie back
down on the bed, and he resumed his position of holding her waist and nuzzling
her neck.� �And I hope you don�t you
think I�m daft enough not to realize that your graduation is a few short weeks
after that game, Love.� I�ll get you!�

Cho giggled, that�s exactly what she was thinking.� �I know you will�try.� But for the love of Quidditch, I must make
sacrifices I suppose.� If you get me
pregnant now, I can�t play the rest of the season!�

�Yes, well, for the love of Quidditch, I suppose I
understand that�� he said, chuckling lightly on her shoulder.�

Suddenly, Cho gasped.�
�I�ll need my broom tomorrow, Harry,� she began, remembering they were
in such a rush to get back to the school, that they left their brooms in
Hagrid�s hut.� �Think you could�get it
for me?�

This time Cho felt the smile on Harry�s face as his forehead
wrinkled and his skin moved on his cheek on her shoulder.� �No, Love.�
I think you and I should go get your broom tomorrow��

�Harry!� Cho said, exasperatedly, knowing what he was
planning.� �I do have practice
tomorrow.� No��

�I�ll be gentle, Love, unlike the unspeakable, yet lovely
things you�ve done to me before practice or a game.� But it�s a price you have to pay�if you want
your broom, of course.� However, I have
heard those old Silver Arrows in the school�s storage aren�t so bad after you
dust them off, polish them, and ride something else entirely.� But it�s up to you, Cho,� Harry explained,
nonchalantly.

�I hate you, you know that don�t you?� Cho said evenly to
the canopy.

�I do.�

Then the Ravenclaw sighed in the arms of the
Gryffindor.� �Oh well, for the love of
Quidditch, I suppose��

*****

�Cho, hold on!� called Cormac as Cho left the Great Hall alone
after dinner Monday.

She turned around and smiled at the seventh year, ignoring
the set of green eyes staring at her from the table the boy had come from.� �Cho, is it?�
I thought it was Jiao?� Am I no
longer charming?� Cho forced herself to flirt, then wondered why it felt so
forced.

Cormac�s cheek reddened as he smiled nervously in front of
the pretty girl.� �Um, of course you
are.� Sorry, Jiao.�

�It�s alright, Cormac.�
I�m only having you on.� So what�s
up?� she asked.

The seventh year boy�s eyes darted around as if he had to
remember what he was going to ask.� �Oh,
right!� Yes, I was wondering�well, I know
you�re a bit under the weather, and I�m sure you�re utterly gutted you can�t
attend practice this evening.� But, I was
wondering�if, perhaps, you care to�study with me this evening?�

Cho considered the Gryffindor for a moment.� She had every intention of going up to her Tower
and taking a nice long bath to get something out of her sexless Monday.� But as the green eyes from the table near by
bore into her, and she was still slightly confused as to why she had to force
herself to flirt with Cormac, Cho thought it better to hit the library that
evening.

�Sure, Cormac.� That�s
sounds fine.� But you do know that I�m
contagious, don�t you?� she smiled as they walked out the Great Hall.

The Gryffindor snorted.�
�I�ll try to refrain from kissing you, then.�

�Pity, that,� Cho said and smiled, though she felt irritated
with herself.

Cho attempted to study that evening with Cormac.� Attempted, not succeeding properly, because
of the circumstances she was in.� It was
ironic to Cho that Cormac had picked her private area of the library in which
to study.� The area Harry had tried to
sit and wait with her before.�� Replays
of that night flashed in her head as she tried to focus on the words on the
page.� Then, there was Cormac�s presence
next to her at the table for six.� That
was fine.� Unlike Harry, Cormac didn�t
ask to kiss Cho.� He had promised he
wouldn�t since she was still sick.� But
just like Harry, Cormac placed his hand on her knee under the table.� No sex Saturday, no sex Sunday, and no sex
Monday made it a bad time to touch the pretty Ravenclaw; particularly in a way
Harry had touched her before.

After springing from her seat, startling him and his
giggling book on laughing charms, Cho excused herself to find another book, on
another shelf, in another aisle, to get away from her other Gryffindor.

Now Cho was in an aisle three rows away from her seating
area.� It was fairly quiet in that area,
outside of a few boys snickering in the seating area an aisle over.� In her quiet time of not really registering
the words on the spines of the old books, Cho allowed her mind to wander.� She could see herself standing in that aisle
and suddenly be engulf in Harry�s arms with the phrase �Two and half days is long enough and it�s Monday, for Merlin�s sake!�
before taking her up against the books.�
Cho smiled as she heard herself in her fantasy begging him not too in
the library, then berating him for doing it, then moaning his name in ecstasy
as they came.

Harry�s name seemed to echo in her head as she stood there,
then she realized her echo shouldn�t have a masculine tone to it.� Cho shook herself from her fantasy, and
looked around to see if someone was in her aisle with her, hearing or imitating
her thoughts.� Then she realized it was
the boys snickering on the other side of her row.

�Yeah, Harry, sit with us,� said a thick Irish accent.� �We�ve hardly seen you this year, and we
share the same room!� the voice joked.

�Uh,� Cho recognized Harry�s voice to say.� �Alright�then,� he said, sounding reluctant.

�Wicked!� she heard who she recognized as Dean Thomas
talking.� �Where are your books,
Harry?� I�m assuming you came here to
study.�

�OH!� Uh�� began Harry.

He was coming to make
that fantasy come true!� Damn his bloody
roommates! Cho thought.

Cho, you have
Quidditch practice tomorrow, remember?

Oh�right.� Thanks�bloody roommates�

�I was coming to look�for a�book on��

Anatomy, perhaps?� You don�t need it, Harry.� You know me well�� Cho snickered at her thoughts

�Have a seat, mate.�
We were just discussing girls.�
You seemed to be an expert,� said the Irish accent.

Both Harry and the eavesdropping Cho snorted.� �Hardly, Seamus.� What would I know about women?�

�One thing you do know, Harry, is how to get the pretty
ones.� Cho Chang last year was a nice
piece, wasn�t she?� said Dean, and Cho hoped she wouldn�t hear Harry hex his
friend.� She did, however, hear knuckles
crack and she wondered if they were Harry�s.�
�Sorry, mate, I know how much she irritates you.� I heard about the detention for trying to
save her from Malfoy,� he added solemnly.

�Irritate me?� Oh,
yeah�well I suppose�� Harry mumbled, and Cho tried not to laugh out loud.

Seamus cleared his throat.�
�And then there�s Ginny of course.�
Sorry, Ron, but your sister�s bloody gorgeous,� he said.

�If you say so, mate.�
I suppose you lot see it; I don�t,� Ron answered.

�Well, you wouldn�t, would you?� There�s a bit of bushy-brown hair that keeps
your attention these days,� Dean said, trying to suppress the laughter as much
as Cho was earlier.

�Shut it,� Ron retorted under his breath.

Harry laughed.� �It�s
a loosing battle, Dean.� Those two will
never get together.� I�m his best mate,
and he won�t even admit to me that he fancies her.�

�I don�t!� Ron exclaimed.

�Right.� That�s why
you�re always staring at her when she studies now.� I see it, mate.� I�m�not around much�but I see it,� Harry
said.

�I�� began Ron, but hesitated.� �I don�t�it�s just�when she studies�her brows
furrow in this way�that�that drives me mad!�
Alright, there, I said it!� he exclaimed and the boys laughed, unknowing
that a pretty girl behind the bookcase was laughing with them.

�Ah, so the truth finally comes out!� laughed Dean.

�I�ll bloody deny it if you ever mention it in front of
her!� Ron warned.

�Don�t worry, mate,� said Harry.� �I won�t say anything.� I�ll just let you stare until you�re eyeballs
dry out because you refuse to blink.��
The boys started laughing once more, but then heard Madam Pince issuing
a hiss indicating they were too loud.

Cho went back to pretending to look at the spine of the
books as she saw Madam Pince glide past her aisle.� The Ravenclaw knew she should go sit back
down, or at least go to another aisle, or maybe walk pass the group of boys to
get Harry�s attention and then let him follow her to another aisle and�

Stop it, Cho!� Quidditch, damn it, Quidditch! she
reminded herself.� Go sit down� �Cho turned on
her heels to head toward the end of the aisle when a voice caught her attention
once more.

�Yeah, girls will drive you mad.� All the little things they do.� The simplest things they don�t even pay
attention to can have you arguing with yourself about whether or not you should
jump their bones or go off to the loo for a solid wank,� suggested a new voice
Cho recognized to be Neville Longbottom.

�Holy shit, Neville, what lasses are you plotting on
tackling?� Seamus joked.

�All of them�I mean, none of them�I mean�� stuttered
Neville.� �It�s just�they do these
things��

�Like what, Neville, breathe?� laughed Dean.� �I can see that being a problem for
you!�� Most of the boys giggled.

�No.� They just�play
with their hair�or bat their eyes a certain way�� began Neville in an even tone
as though he was watching as it was happening.�
�Or��

�-she crinkles her nose when she laughs,� Cho was surprise
to hear Harry�s voice say.� �On the days
when she�s not mad at you, of course, and you actually can make her smile and
laugh.� It�s so�bloody adorable, you want
to bite her nose right off.�� Cho could
hear the smile in Harry�s voice though it sounded like he wasn�t talking to his
friends, but himself.� But the
eavesdropping Ravenclaw was wondering about something else.� Ginny seemed hardly ever angry at Harry.� In fact, Cho couldn�t remember a day where
she was.� And Ginny�s nose never crinkled
when Cho has ever seen her laugh so�

�Gin�s nose doesn�t crinkle when she laughs, Harry,� said
Dean with confusion evident in her voice.�
�Trust me�I�I mean, I�VE fancied her�in the past�and I know her face
well.�

�Yeah, mate,� began Ron, and Cho became nervous.� �My sister�s gob is always wide open when she
laughs.� Could shove a bloody pumpkin in
there at the best of times if you wanted too.�
So who��

Cho laughed in her hand at Ron�s comment, then gasped.� She felt her nose crinkle in her palm.

�Maybe it�s in their private moment that she does that,�
defended Neville.� �Besides, Ron, you
said it yourself, you don�t pay attention to your sister that much.�

Cho�s mouth was still opened in her hand and she listened
for Harry to say anything.� No wonder he�s always trying to make me
laugh lately.� And here I thought it was
to get into my underwear.� Oh, hang on, I
don�t wear any of those anymore� she giggled to herself feeling her nose
crinkle once more, then shaking her head at what she never noticed about
herself.

�Yeah, you�re right, Neville.� Considering how much sneaking off they do, I
suppose I wouldn�t see it.� Ginny�s not
really going to first period class on Mondays, is she, Harry?�

�Uh�uh�� Cho heard Harry stammer over his words.� �Uh��
But the Ravenclaw didn�t wait around for his excuse, and felt it best to
go sit at her table on the opposite side of Cormac, touching her nose all the
way.

*********************************************************************

It had now been three days of no sex, no fondling, no oral,
nothing.� Cho was horny as hell, but she
wasn�t worried.� The two had laid in bed
and talked for their Monday morning, considering they were both still sick and
ordered not to do anything they would like to do.� But in that down time of not being able to go
down on each other, they made plans to go to Hagrid�s hut during lunch Tuesday
to�get Cho�s broom, of course.

And hopefully scream the
bloody paint off the walls if I�m lucky! Cho thought on her way to
breakfast that Tuesday morning, trying to suppress the smiles on both sets of
lips of the pending activities that day.

Entering the Great Hall alone, Terry having gone on earlier
then she, Cho heard a familiar buzzing from the students.� It wasn�t the usual morning banter, it was
serious whatever it was, and everyone was in on it.� The Ravenclaw found her table and her friend
and sat down.

�What�s going on, Terry?� Cho asked, looking around at the
all the students either huddled together and talking, or lost behind copies of
the Daily Prophet.� Terry had just closed
his copy when Cho saw two familiar faces on the front.� One was of a man that the wizarding world
feared a few years ago, holding up a number plate in front of him.� It was Sirius Black, convicted murderer and
escapee of Azkaban prison.� But Cho
thought she heard that he was dead.� Then
she recognized the other picture.� It was
Harry.� Cho already didn�t like where
this was headed.� �May I read that,
Terry?�

�Sure.� Wow, Harry�s
got a big heart.� Or is he just
stupid?� I want to believe he�s far too
cute to be so daft,� Terry said, handing her the paper.

�He�s not daft!� she said before she could help
herself.� Then she gasped.� Defending
him again, are we?� �I mean�who knows
with him.� I wouldn�t.� Um�anyway,� Cho said quickly, then read the
front of the paper.

Big-Hearted Boy Hero or Reluctant Hero in Need of Love

Cho cringed once more, and even more so when she saw Harry
and his friends walk into the Great Hall.�
She knew this wouldn�t be good.

It has come to the Daily
Prophet�s attention, that our favorite Boy Hero, Harry Potter, was in constant
contact with someone who claimed to be his Godfather for the past few years.� It is disturbing for us, and surely for our
readers to know, that this so called �godfather� was the notorious, insane, and
right hand man of You-Know-Who, Sirius Black.

Cho gasped.� She never
knew Harry had a godfather.� She only
knew that he grew up with Muggles.

Yes, readers, you read that
correctly:� Sirius Black was Harry
Potter�s godfather!� At least, that�s
what sources say Harry believed.� It is
true that Sirius Black and James Potter were best mates in school.� But many people are finding out now that it
was James� best mate that turned him, his lovely wife, and Harry over to the
Dark Lord that night the infant Harry defeated Him.

But it was only a few years ago,
according to our source, that Black made contact with Harry claiming to be his
Godfather and not the lunatic we knew him to be.� We have learned that our lonely hero had been
so desperate for love of an adult that he believed this madman and did not turn
him into authorities at the time of contact.�
No doubt on our end that Harry felt he could reform the escapee; his big
heart willing to do so.� We do, as well
as our readers will, wonder what Harry made of the Azkaban prisoners escapes
last year?� We know it was all part of
You-Know-Who�s return to power, but did Black play a part in that as well?� And right under our Chosen
One�s nose, no less?�

But we can not very well blame
Harry for his lack of judgment, can we?�
The Prophet is sure Black spun a wonderful web of lies; stories of his
and James childhood for Harry, making him feel that much closer to his departed
parents, and insuring himself off of Harry�s list of people to destroy when he
finally takes down the Dark Lord.�
However, Black still met his demise in the Ministry of Magic last year when
his Master was revealed as truly having returned.� No doubt he showed his true colors to Harry,
and our Boy Hero thwarted the madman, but with heavy heart.

The Daily Prophet, and we are
sure our loyal readers as well, would like to let Harry Potter know that he
shall never be desperate for love so much so that he needs to take it from
criminals.� We are behind Harry Potter one-hundred
percent, our Boy-That-Could-Truly-Do-No-Wrong.�
Chin up, Harry, the Daily Prophet and our loyal readers understand.

Cho folded the paper, but held it in her hand.� She felt a mixture of anger and sadness.� Why do
they continue to do this to him? she asked herself, feeling water brim her
eyelids.�
Why can�t they just leave him alone?�
He�s got enough to deal with it, with a madman after him!� Poor, Ha��
But Cho�s thoughts stopped, and one angry tear fell when she heard Harry
curse loudly at his table.

It was as if Cho could feel the force of his shout, the
pounding of his fist on the table, the angry crumpling of the newspaper in his
hands, the hard toss of it to the floor, the desperate pulling out of Ginny�s
arms as she tried to hold him down, and finally, the stomping of his feet as he
left the Great Hall, telling his friends to leave him alone.� The Ravenclaw only barely noticed Ginny
crying on Hermione�s shoulder before Cho was up on her feet and heading out the
Great Hall.

Cho didn�t know why she was on the move to find Harry.� She didn�t need too.� He would seek her out later on.� And it was obvious to everyone in the Great
Hall that he wanted to be left alone.�
Another angry tear fell from her eye, and that was another thing she
didn�t understand.

It felt as though she searched everywhere in the castle to
find him.� She had tried all their
different hide-a-ways for their activities, but he wasn�t there. �She peeked outside in the cold December
morning, but she didn�t see him stalking toward Hagrid�s hut.� She thought of maybe going into Gryffindor Tower and looking for him, but she was
sure he�d think his friends and Ginny would look for him there too.� It was when Cho turned a corridor corner on
her way to the Room of Requirement that she found him standing, nearly
crumpling, up against a wall.

Cho stopped in her tracks for a moment as she watched Harry
with his hands shoved in his pockets, head down and his back against the wall
in more ways then one.� Slowly, she
proceeded to him.� She didn�t know if
he�d yell at her for being there, or just run away.� Either way, she had no intentions of leaving
her assailant alone, Cho just wished she knew why.� Harry still hadn�t move to acknowledge her
presence until she stood quietly in front of him.� He lifted his head only briefly to show the
pain in his green eyes.� It stung Cho in
the heart to see him in so much pain.�
Ignoring why that was happening, Cho put her arms around his neck.

Harry�s only response was to bury his face into her hair and
neck, but he didn�t put his arms around her.�
Instead, Cho was just holding her assailant in her arms as he started to
tremble lightly.� Wanting to ease his
pain, the seventh year placed light kisses on his neck, while she rubbed the
back of his head.� She could hear him
sniff, and knew it wasn�t his normal need to take in the scent of her
hair.� Cho knew what he needed, but she
couldn�t do the things she normally did to him to get him hard and ready.� He�d have to want her on his own.� So the raven-haired beauty kissed his neck
with a little more passion.� She eased
them up to his ear, to the back of his ear where she knew was the spot that
made him do anything she wanted, but he still didn�t take a hand out of his
pockets.

Still determined, Cho eased her kisses to his cheek.� He still hadn�t move.� She stopped at the corner of his mouth, and
looked into his eyes.� �Harry,� she
whispered, �if you need me�please�take me.�

She could see the green of his eyes surrounded by red of
frustration or pending tears.� Cho
continued to rub the back of his head, waiting for him to move or anything, but
not wanting to let him go.� Then quicker
than she realized, Harry kissed her briefly on the lips.� Cho was slightly shocked although he had
briefly kissed her million times before.�
But that shock was partially because she didn�t want to slap him, bite
him, or scold him.� Instead, as she
looked into his pain-filled eyes, Cho wanted to kiss him back.� Swallowing hard at the lump in her throat
that consisted of Terry�s words and woes, and her dream, the Ravenclaw leaned
forward and kissed Harry.

It started off slowly, very much like their first kiss in
the Room of Requirement the year prior.�
But considering how intimate they had been since then, the kisses grew
more passionate in no time.� Harry�s arm
was now around her waist holding her close, while his other hand was on her
cheek holding her kiss.� Cho�s arm was
around his neck taking his kisses and doing all she could to match them, while
her other hand was lost in his unruly hair.�
It was soon a war of tongues, teeth, and lips, until the two would slow
down just for a moment of soft kisses, then onto the war once more.

Getting too lost in the kiss, Cho needed more, and judging
by his hardness poking her stomach, Harry did as well.� The Ravenclaw reached down between them,
never breaking their ferocious, hungry, desperate kisses, and undid his pants.� In an instant, her favorite thing, and her
worst enemy, was out of Harry�s pants and in her hand.� She stroked him with one hand, while holding
his cheek with the other, not wanting the kiss to end.�

NOT that she wanted the kiss.� She knew he NEEDED the kiss, and she NEEDED
to help him.� So she needed it not to
end.� But Cho did wonder why she didn�t
feel like gagging like she had before in his bed when she was set to sacrifice
her kiss for Marietta�

Before the Ravenclaw realized what she was doing, being so
lost in thought, Cho and Harry were simultaneously kneeling down to the stone
floor of the corridor.� Harry, never
breaking their kiss, lifted Cho�s skirt up over her hips, then lifted her
slender frame easily, and placed her on his penis.� Soon, the seventh year did the moving, as the
sixth year did the kissing.� But their
movement didn�t last long as Cho found it difficult to keep up with his kisses
and ride him at the same time.� At least
that�s the way it seemed for her because she wanted to enjoy his kisses�no, not
enjoy, just continue the kisses�more then satisfy the sexual urge ever present
in her life.� Cho had an odd feeling that
if they stopped kissing even for a moment, she wouldn�t be able to
continue.� But Harry didn�t seem to mind
the lack of movement either as he held her tighter around the waist and kissed
her as deeply as possible.

For never having kissed each other at that level before, Cho
found it very easy, very natural with Harry.�
She seemed to know every corner of his mouth, every taste bud, and every
way his tongue would swirl around hers.�
The seventh year could taste the need and desperation in the sixth year�s
kisses.� Cho was well aware of how long
Harry had wanted to kiss her, considering how often he had begged her for it
over the past few months.� But the logical
Ravenclaw knew the need and desperation she tasted in the Boy Hero was solely
for an escape from his world.� Cho had
been his punching bag for months; the only thing that had kept him sane,
according to him.� And now as the
wizarding world seemed to be pulling him apart at the seams, she knew sex with
her as his outlet would not be enough this time.� So Cho allowed herself to be kissed so
deeply, so passionately, so desperately, the same as she had allowed her body
to be had sex with on so many other occasions.

Cho didn�t know when it started, or who started it, but the
two were moving again.� She realized it
only when she felt a powerful stirring in her mid-section indicating that not
only would she be cumming soon, but cumming hard.� Her lips hurt under Harry�s kiss, but neither
seemed close to ending it.� And as she
felt his familiar twitching inside her and around her, she knew Harry could cum
soon as well.� Finally, it happened.� And to Cho it sounded as though they were
both in pain.� Lips covering each others,
they both refuse to even so much as take a breath, let alone open their mouths
to release their moans of climax.�
�HMPH!� they moaned simultaneously on each others lips.� Both with their eyes shut tightly, both
locking the other in their arms, and both cumming hard on the stone floor.

Trembling in each other�s arms from their orgasms, the two
continued to kiss each other.� The war of
lips and tongues was over, but they still kissed each other passionately for a
moment.� Then, slowly, their kisses began
to taper down into slow, long, soft ones.�
Something in the far distance of Cho�s mind called for her to come back
to reality; to push through the comfort of being held so tightly in his arms;
to ignore how nice his gentle, sweet, and loving kisses were�

Loving?� LOVE! Cho thought, when suddenly images
of her dream flashed in her mind.� It was
toward the end of similar sex and similar kissing that he had said�that she had
said�� �I shouldn�t have done it!� she could hear Terry�s words echo in her
mind about his kissing Draco Malfoy.� �It�s too personal, isn�t it?� she could
hear herself say to Terry soon after.

Cho broke their kiss abruptly and looked into Harry�s
eyes.� She could still see the hurt, the
red around the green, but now she could see her lips reflecting in his glasses
and on his pupils as he held her cheek and leaned in for another kiss.� Cho allowed his lips to caress hers once more
before pulling away and lowering her head.�
She could feel Harry�s hand on her face gently trying to coax her into
lifting her head once more.� The
Ravenclaw began feeling bad inside for several reasons she couldn�t
pinpoint.� But one was clear; she felt
awful that she couldn�t allow Harry to kiss her again at the moment, or any
other moment.

�Love?� she heard him whisper as he caressed her cheek.� Cho met his eyes.� �Please�� his whisper begged as he leaned
toward her lips.�

Cho didn�t know what to do, but she knew she couldn�t allow
another kiss.� Desperate as he leaned
toward her mouth, the Ravenclaw lifted her face further and kissed Harry�s scar
gently.� He shuddered in her arms a
little as he usually did, and she pulled him more into hug.� Keeping her face in his neck, she squeezed
her assailant tightly, hoping this would be sufficient enough for him.� It seemed it as though it was working,
because Harry closed his arms around her even more as well.� Cho exhaled in his arms for those ghostly
reasons she couldn�t identify yet, but also because he was squeezing the air
out of her.� She didn�t mind.� And the two held each other in silence, in
the corridor, until the first bell for class rang.

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The seventh year�s mind was everywhere but on her classes,
studying, and the people attempting to talk to her that day.� But �everywhere� seemed to mean Harry�s lips,
Harry�s mouth, Terry�s words, Terry�s woes, her dream and its terrifying end
for the Ravenclaw.� She didn�t dare look
at Harry for the rest of the day.� Their
plan to go to Hagrid�s hut for lunch to retrieve her broom and to have sex was
non-verbally cancelled as she stuck by Terry all through lunch not hearing a
single word he said.� When she did take
the chance to peek at the Gryffindor table, she saw Ginny latched on to Harry�s
side literally, wearing a worried look on her face watching him watching their
table instead of her.

So instead through practice that evening, Cho used one of
the dreaded Silver Arrows Harry had warned her about, much to her teammates� displeasure.� But his entirely true statement about the old
broom�s handling isn�t the only thing that distracted her from having a fair
practice.� Still thinking over their
morning, Cho also became distracted when she would see the buttons from her blouse
she wore that Friday night in the rain.�
She could still see him riding his Firebolt, then her riding with him on
his broom, then the incredible sex in the rain, and later in Hagrid�s hut�� Cho had nearly crashed into a goal pole when
the dream came tumbling back into her mind as she flew.

Later that night, Cho had taken a long shower with the hopes
of washing her thoughts away.� It had
only partially work, but it gave room for a new worry.� Harry.�
She didn�t know why she had worried so much before she found him in the
hall, but she had. �And now she lay in
bed, tossing and turning, and worrying about him again.

After Cho had flipped over for the umpteenth time that
night, she jumped when she saw her curtains move.� She didn�t see anything standing there in the
moonlight that striped the room, but she knew who it was.� Cho sat up, reached forward to feel a
material she couldn�t see, before pulling it off to reveal her assailant.� She tossed it on the foot of her bed, and
opened her blankets and sheets up without saying a word.� Harry climbed in just as silently as she had
been.� He put his arm around the front of
her waist and the two laid back on her bed.�
Cho placed her arm around his shoulders as he lay with his head on her
shoulder in her neck.� Cho exhaled, for
some odd reason feeling better she knew where he was and what he was
doing.� Harry exhaled on her, and she
knew he had probably been waiting to do that since she left him in the
corridors that morning.

The two lay in silence for nearly a half and hour, but both
were wide awake. �Cho knew he should be
with Ginny somewhere in her bed, being held by her at a time like this.� She also knew that she shouldn�t let him lie
there for too long or he would end up staying the night.� But Cho also knew that he needed to be there,
and she couldn�t kick him out.� The only
thing she worried about was him trying to kiss her again.� The raven-haired beauty had no intentions of
allowing that to happen again, no matter how down he was.� But Cho was surprise when it seemed sex was
far from his mind as she startled when he began to speak.

�He�was my godfather,� Harry said quietly, expressionlessly,
to her chest.� �Sirius was�my father�s
best mate.�� Cho only nodded in response,
not knowing if she should say anything, or ask any of the million questions she
had on the subject.� �But�he wasn�t�as
they say.� He was�never a Death
Eater.� He�� and Cho could hear Harry�s
low voice crack a little before falling silent for a moment.� �He�didn�t turn me and my parents over to
Voldemort either.� Sirius was a good
man.� He�loved me.� He was�the only bit of family�that did�� Harry had stopped talking and Cho could feel
him swallowing hard on her shoulder.�
�And he�he�died in the Ministry last year�trying to�save me.��

Cho refrained from gasping at his words, but her heart was
breaking as she listened to the hurting hero.�
When she heard him sniff hard out of sadness, she knew she couldn�t take
much more before she was crying as well.�
Turning her head toward his, Cho laid her lips on his scar.� She caressed the back of his hair as he
shuddered in her arms once again.� The
Ravenclaw planted slow soft kisses to his forehead in the hopes of getting him
to stop sniffling.� It hadn�t worked, but
it did cause him to move.� Harry lifted
himself up slightly on his elbow and looked down into what he could see of the
pretty girl�s face from the fragments of moonlight peeking into her
curtains.� As he laid his hand on her
cheek, swiping the corner of her mouth with his thumb, Cho could tell what he
wanted, what he needed.� But she couldn�t
provide that for him, she just couldn�t.�
So as Harry made his decent to her mouth, Cho stopped him by placing her
hand on the side of his glasses.� After
taking them off slowly, Cho turned around and placed them in a tray on her
headboard. �Turning back around to him
waiting, she leaned up and placed gentle kisses on his eyelids.� Harry exhaled with each one, and when she was
done, he opened his spectacle-less eyes and watched hers for a moment before he
spoke.

�May I�make love to you, Cho?� he asked, pain evident in his
whispering voice.

Cho simply laid back on the bed and opened her arms to
him.� �No, Harry, not to tonight.� But�sleep with me.� Please?� she requested quietly.� Harry watched her in slight shock for a
moment, before lying back on her shoulder and in her arms.� They both held each other tightly before he
fell asleep.

Before Cho had fallen into a sound slumber while holding her
assailant, she wondered where the days had gone when she�d find herself
strapped to her bed in the middle of the night and pounded into the mattress
when articles like that were published about him.� But lying there holding him as he slept, Cho
couldn�t decide which scenario was worse; the ones she endured at the beginning
of the school year, or the one she was in at the moment.� Sleep took her over before her mind had time
to decide.

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