Paying For His Pedestal | By : twocanz Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Harry/Cho Views: 82652 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2 |
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Chapter 21 – Us-What-We-Do-Whatever
“Ooohhh, Harry…stop playing with it…” Cho moaned in the air
while Harry gnawed her nipple and pinched her clit. “Taste it…please…” Her hips lifted a little off a hard surface. “Lick it for me…please, lick it!” she begged. Harry lowered himself after biting her hard
tip and punished her clit wonderfully with his tongue. “YES!
OH, YES!” Cho yelled to the ceiling of her bedroom.
And her head stayed arched back on a mirror, Marietta’s mirror on Marietta’s
dresser. It was only fair that Cho’s
pussy was being eaten so magnificently on her best friend’s dresser. The assailant and his victim had equally
destroyed each dresser in the room from
their fucking and sucking and celebration of Monday. No bed had been touch but each dresser had
been christened after their long shower of Cho being fucked while holding onto
the shower head. The floor outside the
bathroom door had been used when she tripped the newly repaired Harry purposely
and rode him mercilessly into the floor.
She was nearly thrown into Patricia’s dresser when he decided to fuck
her from behind. And Constance’s
dresser was worse off when the pretty Asian girl dropped to her knees to give
Harry’s his first blow job since well before her Quidditch match after he woke
her up that morning.
“Fuck me, Harry...” she breathed heavily, though still
pushing his face into her wet swollen lips.
“Now!” she ordered. And her
Gryffindor sprung to his feet, purpling erection in hand and soon shoved
roughly into her pussy. “Hard,
Harry! Make it hurt! Please…I want it too!” she begged, demanded,
and helped by tightening her limbs around his waist and using her legs to help
him push harder inside her.
But the pretty girl’s legs weren’t strong enough to hold the
Boy Hero steady. Harry’s hips slammed
relentlessly into Cho causing her strangled screams to mix in with sounds of
their slapping bodies.
“Fuck…me…Harry…fuck…me…” were the only things she uttered coherently
through the pain of immense pleasure.
It was if the two were incapable of the gentle, slow,
lovemaking that had taken place the night before as Harry pounded the snatch of
the girl on the dresser. The soft
touches, the light kisses of their bodies, the tears of joy seemed impossible
as Cho clawed his nearly healed back as her throat was becoming hoarse from
screaming dirty words. But the locking
of each other in their arms as they came was similar, except for this time
Harry yelled, “Fucking tight, wet, pussy!”
and Cho breathlessly replied in his ear with, “Your tight, wet…”
It had been a glorious Monday
morning for the Ravenclaw thus far. The
birds were singing, the snow was fallen delicately outside the windows of her
classrooms, and when she was actually paying attention in class, she answered
every question correctly. Cho’s Monday
morning smile was wider and stronger than it had ever been, even though she was
sore in the mid-section from her and Harry’s sexual play that morning in her
room. And not only did she ache between
her legs, but the right side of the seventh year’s neck was throbbing. An angry red and purple blotch gave her a constant
reminder to keep her collar and tie neatly around her neck, all courtesy of her
assailant. But she’d keep this one until
it faded on its own. Nonetheless, it was
a great December day.
As Cho left her final class before
lunch, Terry met her outside her classroom.
Having a good excuse to shake off Cormac, Cho nearly ran to her new best
friend and quickly began them walking down the corridor.
“Right good of you to meet me,
Terry,” Cho said, peeking over her shoulder at Cormac who was watching her walk
away disappointedly.
Terry snorted. “Yes, I figured you’d appreciate it. Because my class was only around the corner
and…” Suddenly, Terry’s words trailed off.
“Terry?” Cho narrowed her eyes at her friend who
stared off in the distance. For a
moment, the seventh year instantly suspected that Harry put Terry under the
Confundus charm in an effort to steal her away.
But she was only half right.
“Uh, yeah…uh…Cho,” began Terry,
and Cho narrowed her eyes even further.
“Uh, I think…perhaps…you dropped your…quill around the…corner up there…”
he said, pointing down the hall they were heading, that she hadn’t even walked through
that day. Cho looked ahead and saw what
she had been partially right about, Terry’s mind was being altered by Harry. Harry was limping, alone, down the corridor
slowly, glancing at the two Ravenclaws.
The raven-haired girl couldn’t help but smile as she noticed the equally
large grin on the raven-haired boy’s face.
It took her a moment to register the snort that happened beside
her. “Right then,” began Terry again,
“you go…retrieve it, and I’ll meet…see…um…pretend to save a seat for you at
lunch. Bye now!” the Ravenclaw boy said,
turning around the other way they had came and left the two smiling students in
the hall.
As the two walked in opposite
directions, set to pass each other, Cho wondered if maybe Terry shouldn’t have
left, maybe Harry was simply going to wink and walk by. But when her path was suddenly block by the
Chosen One, she knew Terry made the right choice.
“Oh, pardon me, Miss Chang. Am I in your way?” Harry asked with what
seemed like honest curiosity. But Cho
knew better, seeing the sly smile in the emerald gaze resting upon her.
Doing all she could to control her
smile, Cho cleared her throat and failed miserably. “Yes well, you…should watch where you’re
going, then. My goodness! Think you own the bloody place, do you, Mr.
Potter?” she tried to scowl but her smile gave her away.
Harry couldn’t help but smile as
well. “No, I don’t actually. But I sure in the hell know what’s mine,” he
replied, winking at her. Cho opened her
mouth to retort, though she didn’t really have much of a protest to that
statement. Luckily for her, Harry spoke
again, saving her the effort. “Come with
me, Love,” he requested, grabbing hold of her hand.
The seventh year narrowed her eyes
knowingly at the Gryffindor. “Blimey,
Harry, it’s Monday! Haven’t you
had…enough?” she asked.
Harry snorted. “Never enough, Beautiful. But no, that’s not what I’m asking for right
now.”
The corner of Cho’s mouth lifted
into something that wasn’t a smile.
“Yeah, right!”
The sixth year smiled brightly at
his victim. “Know me so well, do you, Love? No, I swear…um, well, I kind of…promise… Look, just come with me, Cho!” he said, then
began dragging her through the hall.
With everyone heading toward
lunch, the two went undetected in the halls.
Cho didn’t know if this was a stroke of luck, or if Harry really didn’t
care if someone did see them walking together.
Either way, it would be sight for anyone to see the Golden Boy holding
hands with NOT his Golden Girl.
Sure they were headed toward the
Room of Requirement where a large bed, crackling fireplace, and…the large bed
of course, would be waiting for them, Cho was genuinely surprised when Harry
simply turned into an abandon classroom.
Brilliant! We haven’t made it on a desk in a while
now! Think I can still remember how to
balance myself prop… But Cho’s
thought was interrupted when Harry walked them inside to the nearest chair, and
sat down, pulling her into his lap. With
her sitting across his lap, and both of them wearing pants, she wasn’t sure how
they were going to accomplish sex. Then
again, she had ridden him backwards before in a chair, so that left the
slightly aroused Ravenclaw with some hope.
If she could only magick a hole in her pants and angle herself…
But as Harry simply smiled at her
with his arm across her lap, and one around her back, Cho was beginning to
believe that Harry was telling the truth about not wanting sex at the
moment. “So…what’s…going on, Harry?” she
asked tentatively, then gasped suddenly.
“Oh, no! Are you… You’re leaving again, and you’ve pulled me to
the side to tell me! Oh, Harry…please…”
she begged, wrapping her arms around his neck and squeezing him for dear life
as her heart raced from fear and anxiety.
An anxiety that began to fade only
slightly when Harry chuckled in her arms.
“No, Love,” he snorted, pulling her death grip loose as much as he
could. The Ravenclaw was stronger then
he thought. “Cho…baby…I promise I’m not
going anywhere right now. Okay?” he
whispered in her neck as she strangled his.
The word ‘baby’ eased her fear and
anxiety instantly. Cho pulled back a
little and stared into his eyes, hoping to be reassured that he wasn’t lying
and that he wasn’t leaving her again.
The sincere emerald gaze, accompanied by his handsome smile, gave the
Ravenclaw the reassurance she needed to breathe again. “Oh…okay,” she said, slowly. “Just see to it…that you…don’t,” she added,
blushing now from embarrassment. After
she found every excuse in the world to look away from his eyes, she spoke
again. “So…why are we here, then?” she
asked his tie.
Slightly long, slightly calloused,
slightly-ridiculously-pleasing-when-tickling-her-private-area fingers, lifted
her chin gently. Cho’s brown eyes met
green once more. “Well, you’re not to
share me right now, right?” he smiled; she blushed further. “So instead of going to lunch in the Great
Hall, I thought…we could spend…part of it here.
I just…” And to Cho’s surprise,
Harry’s cheeks began to color, “wanted to…hold you for a little
while…if…that’s…okay?” Cho smiled,
blushed, and watched the hope in Harry’s eyes as he smiled and blushed as well.
“Well…no, of course,” she said
with mock indignation, her unwavering smile telling him otherwise. By the look in his eyes, she knew he knew
better as well. “Okay…” she conceded
with very little effort, “but only for your fifteen to seventeen minutes!” she
added as she slid her arms around his neck and made herself even more
comfortable in his lap.
“I’ll take it!” Harry said,
holding her thigh and waist and pulling her closer.
Twenty-five minutes later, the two
were still talking in the same position in the chair. Only difference now was that they were joined
by growling stomachs. “Okay, that was
your stomach this time, right, Love?” Harry asked, rubbing her belly.
Cho nodded, and placed her hand on
his on her stomach. “Yeah, I’m a might
starved. We didn’t eat breakfast this
morning for SOME reason,” she smiled, knowingly.
“We, Love?” Harry began, narrowing
his eyes at her in confusion. “I
happened to have had a wonderful meal this morning! I could still taste it all through my first
class!” he grinned slyly.
“Harry!” Cho said, hitting him on
the chest with the back of her hand.
“You are so… I told you to brush your teeth again!”
“No way! I wanted to taste that Ravenclaw Special I
had for breakfast all day if I could!” he quipped. “Come on, Cho, you’ve tasted yourself on me
before. You know you’re delicious.”
The seventh year shook her head in
disgust. “You are rather twisted, you
realize?”
Harry nodded proudly. “I am, that’s how this all star…” the Boy
Hero’s smile faded as his words trailed off.
The happy emerald orbs were turning to sadden green. Cho sense the reason for his sudden change in
mood, and thought quickly on how to change it back or at least the subject.
“Shall we go to lunch then? I’m liable to gnaw a hole in your neck if I
don’t get a roll or a bite of pudding,” she smiled, already loosening his tie
to get access to said body part.
Harry smiled once more, and Cho’s
grew a little wider. He placed his hands
on hers that were at his throat, though his force in pulling hers away was very
weak. “Oh. No.
Love. Don’t,” he said with very
little fortitude. “I. Don’t. Want. That.
At. All.”
Cho giggled. “Well, I didn’t ask for this knot on my neck,
did I?” she asked, pulling at her collar, only able to expose the top of the
angry red Potter-Bite.
Harry reached up and touched
it. “Yeah, and don’t you go getting rid
of it. I had to hold you down for like
five minutes to do that! Took a lot of
hard work on my end, Gorgeous!”
Cho sucked her teeth in a fashion
that would have made Marietta
proud. “I don’t plan on getting rid of
it any time soon, for your information.
Besides, it wasn’t much of an effort on your part, I wasn’t exactly
fighting you off, was I?” she smiled.
The sixth year smiled as well. “That’s right, Love, because you know
you’re…mine.”
The seventh year narrowed her eyes
behind her smile. “Do I?” she asked,
then stood up and straddled Harry. His
arms instantly wrapped around her waist and backside. “Then I reckon I should make you mine then,
or at least mark you as such,” she declared and yanked loose his tie and
collar. Cho’s teeth quickly met the skin
of Harry’s neck and the Boy Hero hissed from the sudden onset. The Ravenclaw tasted, licked, but mostly
sucked on the bronze column of the Gryffindor, feeling his hardness growing
between their legs.
“God…Love…” Harry moaned, cupping
her buttocks and pushing her closer around her waist. “If anything…ooo…happens in here…Merlin…it’s
not…my…ssss…fault, but…”
Cho wasn’t listening. He tasted as good as always, and this would
serve well as her lunch. The pretty girl was okay with that. However, Harry had other ideas. “D-D-Dobby?” he called.
Cho lifted her head from his neck
and narrowed her eyes at her assailant.
“Dobby? Harry, for goodness
sakes, you’ve called me many things when we get going, but someone else’s name,
and a house-elf at that; I don’t know how I feel about that?” An extremely light pop was heard behind the
back of the straddling Ravenclaw. Cho’s
head whipped around in surprise, and found her former baby-sitter blushing, as
best he could, behind her.
Wide-eyes closed and aimed toward
the floor of the classroom, Dobby shook nervously. “D-Dobby is sorry, sir. D-Dobby didn’t realize that Harry Potter’s
Love would be…um…when Dobby appeared, sir.”
His “Love”? Cho thought. Oh, he probably thinks that because that’s
what Harry calls me. Right…?
Harry giggled as Cho blushed as
deeply as the house-elf. “It’s quite
alright, Dobby. I called you in to…save
me actually. See, this lovely is rather
hungry and I was hoping you…”
The free-elf’s head shot right
up. “Yes, Harry Potter, sir! Dobby didn’t forget to bring Harry Potter and
Harry Potter’s Love’s lunch. Dobby…well,
there was an incident in the kitchens, sir, and - NO EXCUSES! Dobby will bring Harry Potter and Harry
Potter’s Love’s lunch straightaway, and then lay his hands in the fire
place. Sorry, sir!”
Harry sucked his teeth. “No, Dobby, wait…” But it was too late. The elf snapped his fingers and apparated
away. “Bloody hell, I just hope he
doesn’t do it before he brings the food, so that I may talk some sense into
him,” Harry explained.
Cho got up from his lap, eyeing
his hard on as she did so. Her mouth
watered, but she didn’t know if it was the anticipation of the forthcoming meal,
or if it was because she wanted to taste the bulge. She decided it was a little bit of both. And maybe she could have that if she ate
quick enough.
And eating is exactly what she
did. Cho was very grateful when the
trays of food suddenly appeared. She was
even more grateful that Harry was able to talk some sense into the
self-deprecating house-elf. But what Cho
was most thankful for was being able to sit, eat and talk to Harry. Just Harry.
The private world they shared sexually, had trickled over into
a…friendship.
Yes, just a friendship, Cho thought as Harry talked about Ron and
Hermione’s slight advancement toward an actual relationship. That’s…all.
Does your friendship with Terry make your chest hurt too? Regardless of the answer, Cho listened to
Harry…mostly to ignore it.
“Yeah, the way he was all out of
sorts searching for her, then the way he was holding her when I was talking to
her about…you… Well, it’s just…they
looked like they were clinging to each other for dear life. Tragedy has a tendency to bring people…closer
together,” Cho explained to her plate, and then took a spoonful of soup. However, that was a distraction to keep the
unmistakable feeling of eyes boring into her from making her nervous.
“You…asked Hermione about me,
Cho?” Harry asked, expressionlessly.
One benefit of being nervous was
that the pain in her chest had subsided.
More like lowered into the stomach.
Nevertheless, she rather have it there.
“Harry…I…” Cho began to her food, “I…was…just as out of sorts as Ron,
wasn’t I? I mean the ruddy Prophet had
all but put a picture of your dead body on the front page! They were already planning your ‘Hero’s
Funeral’ for Pete’s sakes! I…didn’t want
to…believe it, but I just…needed conformation from…someone close to you
to…reassure me that…you weren’t…” The
Ravenclaw bravely met the eyes of the Gryffindor. “I didn’t tell her anything, Harry. I just…asked her if she was alright, then
asked if…you were…okay. I couldn’t very
well ask Ron, he hates me. And Ginny,
for more good reasons then she knows, hates me too. Besides, I rarely saw her after the story in
the Prophet. Honestly, Harry…” Cho
pleaded, grabbing his hand that rested on his leg. “I…didn’t say anything about…us.”
Harry smiled lightly. “Us?”
Cho narrowed her eyes but smiled
at him from the never-ending quip. “What
we do,” she finished with a hard squeeze of his hand. But as she tried to pull it away, Harry held
it tighter and on his leg. Before Cho
could protest, Harry began the awkward task of eating his soup with his left
hand without so much as acknowledging her pending gripe. Giggling at his lack of ambidextrous
capabilities, and blushing slightly from his effort to do all he could to hold
her hand, the seventh year went back to eating her lunch. “So what does Ginny reckon is happening with
Ron and Hermione?” she asked.
Harry shrugged his shoulders and
his soup dripped right off his spoon and back into his bowl after having done
all he could to get it on there.
“Sodding…” he whispered. “Uh, she
doesn’t know yet. She said she
wasn’t…around them much when I was gone.
She said she had a friend who was consoling her while…well, everyone
felt sure I was…”
“Oh!” Cho said quickly, interrupting
him and not wanting to hear the awful word.
She only briefly remembered seeing Cormac call for Ginny when she ran
out of the Great Hall that morning. Then
again, Cho was in such a daze of grief and shock, she could have been
mistaken. And also, she rarely ate after
that, so she had no other opportunity to see Ginny. “Well, that’s good then…that she had a
friend. Also good to give Ron and
Hermione space to comfort each…”
“You could have told her, Love,”
Harry interrupted her this time, still looking at his soup. “Hermione, I mean. You could have…”
“I…know,” Cho said to her soup as
well. “You…took the curse off of me.”
“I did it because…”
Cho whipped her head to him. “I know why you did it! I didn’t ask for that! I mean…” she stopped, feeling frustrated by
how ridiculous it sounded. “I…could have
said to the wrong people, Harry! I DID
say it be accident to my roommates!
That’s how I found…”
Harry’s green eyes widened. “You…did?” he whispered in shock.
“Yes!” Cho said angrily, snatching
her hand away from his. “Blurted it
right out the night of my Quidditch match!”
The Boy Hero looked
dumbfounded. His mouth hung open
momentarily as if he was trying to search for what to say next. Or maybe he thought a group of Aurors would
suddenly appear in the classroom, Cho wasn’t sure which. “And…well…what hap…”
Cho exhaled with much
irritation. “I erased their memories,
didn’t I? Couldn’t very well have them
telling anyone! Marietta was already on her feet set to run
off to Dumbledore, or someone of the sort, before I had made up my mind! Nasty bit of business, taking that off me
without warning, Harry!”
Harry still looked
thunderstruck. “Love, I…”
“No excuses!” she snapped. “I told you once before to discuss it with me
before you make decisions about us…what we…do…whatever! And you still…”
“Cho, listen!” Harry interrupted
her. “I was just trying to save
you! After what Crabbe and Goyle did… Love, I’m no better then them!”
Cho wanted to slap him, punch him,
take her wand out and hex him good. But
instead, she crossed her arms around herself, turned forward and huffed
furiously. “This is…not about you
anymore, Harry. It’s about us…what we
do, whatever,” the raven-haired girl explained evenly.
They fell silent, though Cho could
feel Harry’s eyes on her. “I’m sorry,
Cho…”
“You’re always sorry, Harry,” she
interjected, evenly.
Harry sighed. “I…yes, you’re right about that. And I…always will be. But, Love, I…just wanted to give you the
power too…end…”
Cho met his eyes once more in
anger, gritting her teeth. “I didn’t ask for that…not lately. But fine, thank you! However, you still should have…warned me!”
The Chosen One’s eyes watched hers
worriedly, then, to her surprised, humorously.
“You are beautiful when you’re angry, you know that don’t you?”
Cho narrowed the eyes he watched
further, and tried not to smile. “Is
that why you do all you can to piss me off?”
Harry shook his smiling head in
earnest. “No, not at all. I piss you off because I’m a git and so that
we may make up the way we do. Blimey, it
feels brilliant apologizing while making love to you. Whew…” he sighed, then shook a little all
over.
Cho trembled a little on the
inside as well, agreeing wholly with his point.
However, she tried to hide her concurrency. “Harry!” she scolded.
He turned slightly in his seat and
pulled her closer. Wrapping his arm
around the front of her waist, Cho did all she could not to smile. “I’m sorry, Love,” he said, before kissing
her cheek. “You won’t have to worry
about me doing anything to ruin us-what-we-do-whatever. I’ve…already…proven to myself in…so many
ways…I can’t let you go.” He lowered his
gaze shamefully for a moment. “So I’m
afraid you’re stuck with me…until…”
“Harry…” Cho interrupted him again,
not wanting to hear him say the awful words again.
Harry smiled at his victim. “Until you finally use your gifted ability to
erase the memory of you from my mind,” he said, nuzzling her cheek with his
nose as she giggled. “Could you perhaps
wait until…after you graduate, Love? I
think if you used it to early, I’ll see you and fall helplessly in love. But you’ll hate me and won’t give me the time
of day. So I’ll be just as pathetic as I
am now, but following you around like a lost puppy!”
Cho laughed, and rested her
forehead on his. “And you’re not following
me around like that now, huh?”
Harry grinned and sat up straight
in his chair, eyeing her with self-assurance.
“There’s a difference between a lost puppy, and a dog in heat,
Beautiful. I’m sure you’ll agree I’m the
latter.”
The Ravenclaw snorted in
agreement. “Touché, Mr. Potter. You are so very right. And the pathetic bit, I agree as well. But if you’re a dog in heat, then what does
that make me? A…”
“Pussy in heat, of course,” he
replied casually. “A delicious,
tantalizing, glorious pussy in heat!” Harry added, then shuddered once
more. Quickly, he turned in his seat to
face his meal. “Now, stop this sexual
talk, Miss Chang! I’m trying to make
this a pleasant, sex-free lunch!” Cho
snorted once more and faced her food.
Then she grinned when Harry held her hand again and attempted to eat his
food.
“Speaking of ‘lost puppies’,
Harry,” Cho began after taking bite of her salad. “That night I told my roommates…well, you
know…I found out that my roommate fancy’s you.”
Harry turned his smile toward his
victim. “Really, and which one might
that be?”
“Constance.”
“Oh,” began Harry. “She’s…done something different to her hair,
right? She used a dying potion, or
something on certain parts, hasn’t she?
I liked her hair before she did that…”
Cho had turned to Harry when he
began speaking. She watched his eyes as
he spoke animatedly about Constance’s
hair. Something in the Ravenclaw’s
stomach twitched and she knew it was that sick pocket. “You seem to know quite a bit of detail, for
a boy, about her hair, Harry,” Cho said evenly.
Harry smiled. “Yes, well, I knew she fancied me. She kind of stares at me sometimes and it has
nothing to do with hero-worship. Though
she may only thinks she likes me because of my…status,” he added shrugging his
shoulders.
“Perhaps…” Cho said just as evenly
as before. Maybe he does have room to fit another girl in… she thought
angrily, dismissing her prior idea of him having Hermione as well.
The Gryffindor was doing all he
could control his smile. “Though that
night you thought I was going after Marietta to
hex her for what she did to you, I was actually looking for Constance’s
bed to give her…a bit of a thrill. I’ve
been known to wow a few in the Ravenclaw girls’ dormitory, haven’t I?”
Cho narrowed her eyes to near
slits, and squeezed his hand until he cried out in pain. “Harry Potter, I swear if you so much as even
THINK about touching another girl in this school…” she yelled, anger and
jealously flowing freely through and out of the Ravenclaw.
“OW! LOVE!
LOVE!” Harry called out in a laughing pain, grabbing their tightly
clasped hands. “CHO! Merlin sakes, Gorgeous, I’m only having you
on!”
The seventh year yanked her hand
away from his. “Hmph!” she grunted, and
folded her arms around in front of her once more. She sat forward and pouted angrily at her
salad. When his arm snaked around the
front of her waist, and one behind her chair, Cho still refused to look at him. “Don’t you dare touch me, Harry Potter!” she
growled.
Harry snorted as he kissed her
cheek, causing her to pull her head away to avoid further ones. “But, Love, it was only a joke,” he said,
humor still evident in his voice.
“Well, it wasn’t a very funny
joke, was it?” Cho growled.
The Gryffindor snorted once more
and kissed her temple. “All I want is
you, you know that,” he whispered in her ear.
An invisible needle entered Cho’s
chest. “No, I…don’t know that, do I?”
she retorted, and felt it in more ways then she wanted to admit.
Then she felt fingers on her chin,
gently turning her head toward their owners.
Cho’s annoyed brown eyes met smiling green, and she didn’t imitate
them. He was silent as he watched her
eyes but grinning harder by the second.
“So jealous,” he said just above a whisper. “We’re more alike then we’ve realized, Love.”
Cho narrowed her eyes further and
pulled her chin away from his hand. “No,
I knew you were possessive and jealous.
That’s not news at all.”
Harry snorted at her once
more. “Yeah, and for good reason when it
comes to certain people like Corner, Vaisey, McLaggen, Marietta…”
“And a slew of other boys who’ve
ended up with odd afflictions after they’ve said something particularly nasty
to me in your ear shot,” she added with raised eyebrow.
The Gryffindor nodded in
agreement. “Yes, you’re absolutely
right. I admit it. But, Cho, there’s irrational jealousy as
well. Hermione, Madam Puddiefoot’s,
Valentine’s Day, ring any bells for you?
AND your being jealous of you THINKING I could possibly want Constance. Not
bloody likely. I’ve painted myself into
an already tiny enough corner…” he mumbled the last part, and her narrowed eyes
were of confusion more than anger. “BUT,
I’ve been where you are as well.” Harry
released her and sat up straight in his chair.
He looked toward his food as his smile began to fade. “Cedric,” he said suddenly, quietly.
Cho’s eyes widened. “Cedric…what about him?” she asked fearfully,
just above a whisper. All sorts of
horrible things ran through her mind about Cedric, Harry, and the end of the
Third Task. Cho was terrified that the jealous
rages Harry had displayed in her ‘honor’ this year, had not been the first time
he had acted that way for her. The
Ravenclaw held her breath as Harry fell silent for a moment.
“Well…during the…Tournament…” Harry paused and sighed. “He…well, I gave him…a tip on the First Task. But…after my…inability to ask you to the Yule
Ball before him…I became…jealous…that he had you, and I didn’t.” Nothing of what Harry had said so far, gave
the seventh year the ability to breathe once more. Starting to get lightheaded, she continued to
hold it. “So…” he continued toward his
food, “when he…gave me advice…about the Second Task…I…I…didn’t listen…well, not
right away.” Harry lowered his head
slightly in shame. “Had I…had I only
listened to him, I may have had more time to rationalize the meaning in… Well, that’s all said and done now. But look where jealousy got me? I could have been awarded first place. Could have saved Ron, Hermione, Gabrielle
and…you. I had often wondered what you
would have done to thank me for rescuing you…” he smiled as he spoke, and then
looked over at the Ravenclaw.
Cho’s heart, now satisfied that he
hadn’t admitted to anything as bad as what she was imagining, still hurt at the
Gryffindor’s words. “You were…jealous
over me…even back then?” she asked, finally taking in glorious air.
Harry, still smiling, nodded. “Of course, Love. I fancied you since the end of my third
year.”
To her surprise, a smile spread
across Cho’s face. “Is that why you
dumped that bucket of water on yourself at the Quidditch World Cup when I said
hello to you?”
Harry went red, and Cho smiled
even more…and more from relief.
“Yes…okay…thanks for bringing that up.”
Now Cho snorted. “I…fancied you too since the end, well, the
middle of my fourth year. I…” and now
the Ravenclaw went red, “fancied you…even while I was with…Cedric,” she
admitted toward her lap. Soon, she felt
his eyes on her.
“Really, Cho?” Harry asked, and
the smile was evident in his voice. She
nodded slowly. “So…you would have done
what I fantasized about if I had saved you before Cedric?” he asked hopefully.
Cho narrowed her eyes, then lifted
them toward Harry. “What was that?”
“Well, there was one where you
pushed me on the shore and licked every drop of water off my body…”
“Harry!” Cho laughed, pulling a
face of mock disgust.
“Then, there was the time you
shoved your tongue down my throat the moment we broke the surface of the
water. Then you went below the water and
blew me as everyone cheered me on! Oh, I
had couple of nice good wanks off that one over the years!”
Cho closed her eyes and
snorted. “Harry, you are so bloody…”
“And then there was the time I was
able to wake you under the water by pulling up your skirt, and putting my
tongue in your…”
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“Harry, I still don’t think it’s a
good idea for you to be walking me to class,” Cho said tentatively, as she and
Harry walked hand in hand toward her Potions class after their private
lunch. “The Great Hall maybe emptying
any moment now.”
Harry squeezed her hand for
reassurance. “So what, Love? We’re nearly there, aren’t we?”
“But, Harry…” began Cho, peering
around each corner as though Death Eaters would jump out.
“Thanks for having lunch with me
today, Cho,” Harry said, interrupting her.
“I…hope maybe…we could…do that…again.”
Cho looked at her assailant and noticed him turning a red that matched a
stripe in his tie. “Or…some other…meal
time.”
Cho smirked. “Harry, why are you so shy about asking me to
spend a meal time with you? We’ve done
it loads of time.”
“Yeah, but we DID IT loads of
times...every time…except this one.
I…was hoping to…have one of these…again.
Just talking…no sex,” he said toward the stone ground of the corridor
leading to Slughorn’s class.
Cho raised an eyebrow. “No sex, ‘eh?
It was miracle you made it through this one. Doubt you can do it a second time,” she
challenged with a smile. Bloody hell, Cho, it was miracle you made it
through! she thought to herself.
The sixth year stopped the seventh
year in the empty corridor in front of the Potions classroom door. “Try me, Gorgeous,” he smiled, wrapping his
arms around her waist.
She rested her arms on his chest,
and smiled into the emerald gaze. “Okay,
I will.”
She watched his smile grow even
brighter. “Well, this is your stop, Miss
Chang,” Harry said, still holding onto her.
Cho didn’t reply. Instead, the
two stood in the quiet corridor watching the brown and green of each others
eyes. After a few minutes, Harry broke
the silence by touching her cheek. “I
know it’s Monday, Love, but…”
Now Cho smiled even wider. “Tonight, after midnight; my bed.”
“Excellent. I can’t wait,” he smiled, then kissed her
forehead. “Reckon, I should release you
so that Slughorn may have the pleasure of watching you in class.”
The Ravenclaw’s grin never waned,
mostly because the Gryffindor still hadn’t let go of her. Then something dawned on her, something she
forgot to tell him. “That reminds me,
Harry, I forgot to tell you…”
“What’s that?”
“Well, Cormac…asked me to
something called the Slug Club party before holiday break and…” Cho’s words trailed off as she watched her
assailant’s smile disappear instantly.
It worried her even more so when he let her go. “Harry,” Cho pleaded, “it’s just a party.”
“And you said ‘yes’ to him, I
suspect?” Harry said through nearly clenched teeth.
Cho sighed. “Yes.
Well…I…why shouldn’t I? But…”
“Why shouldn’t you?” Harry asked
angrily. “I’ll give HIM several reasons
why…”
Seeing no other alternative, or
maybe that was yet another excuse, Cho wrapped her arms around Harry’s
neck. “Harry, please…don’t let this ruin
our day today. It’s been lovely, so
far…” she pleaded, desperately, sweetly into his eyes. She only felt slightly relieved when his arms
went around her waist once more, but they weren’t holding her as tightly as
before. “Besides,” she tried to smile,
“my plan was to wear something pretty to go with him, then have you take it off
me later than night.” Her words, and
soft kiss on his taunt chin, relaxed the angry Gryffindor’s face.
Cho watched his eyes until they
finally smiled. “Alright, Love. But I’ll be watching you…closely.”
“What else is new?” Cho said
sarcastically.
“Yes, well, I’ll be at the party
too, won’t I? Both…Ginny…and I are apart
of the Slug Club. I never go to the
meetings. She does. Part of the reason I have so much time to
spend with you.”
Cho nodded in understanding. “Well, God bless the Slug Club, then.”
Harry snorted. “One stipulation though if I’m to sit back
and allow this bloke to paw you on the dance floor all night…”
The Ravenclaw huffed in mock
exasperation. “And what might that be,
Mr. Potter?”
“Well, Hogsmeade is this weekend,
isn’t it?” he said nervously, and Cho nodded in anticipation. “Well…Ginny’s decided I’m not to go with her
because she’s picking out a…Christmas present for me or something of the sort…”
“Yeah?” Cho said, knowing very
well where this was going. Unbeknownst
to her assailant, she was already in full agreement.
Harry held her tighter and
smiled. “I…well…thought…we’d spend the
day…together…in the Room of Requirement or…wherever,” he explained while
blushing. “I wanted to last time but… I mean…I’m not allowed in Hogsmeade. Orders from the redhead and all!” he joked.
“Well, I think you should listen
to the redhead. If she says you can’t
go, well, you bloody well can’t, can you?” Cho said forcefully, trying not to
smile. “And as a favor to Miss Weasley,
I’ll sacrifice my Saturday to make sure you stay put! I won’t let you out of my sight for one
moment!” she added, tightening her arms around his neck.
The two giggled together for a
moment, before falling silent once more.
Still locked in each others arms, locked into each other’s eyes, wearing
matching smiles. “Guess you should get
going then, before someone sees us,” Cho said, with very little enthusiasm.
“Reckon so,” Harry replied in the
same manner. “Reckon it would be sight
to see us…holding each other…”
Cho nodded only slightly. “Reckon it would be even more of a sight if
we were…kissing…” she said before she could stop herself.
However, she didn’t retract her
statement. Nor did she retract her head
as Harry lowered his head toward her mouth.
But as she closed her eyes, and felt his breathe tickling her already
tingling lips, a click from the door beside them made the two nearly fly apart
from each other. Harry’s fresh woodsy
scent suddenly became very strong.
“Oh, Harry, m’boy!” beamed
Professor Slughorn. “Great to see you as
always, but I do believe sixth years have Potions tomorrow.”
Harry looked from the round
professor to the pretty girl across from him and sniffed hard. “Yes, sir, that’s right. I was just making sure Miss Chang made it to
class safely, is all,” he replied. Cho
watched Harry’s eyes and tried not to smile as they both noticeably inhaled
deeply. The sounds of the students, more
than likely seventh years, were heard echoing the corridors near by.
“How very noble of you, Harry,”
praised the professor. “Of course, I
wouldn’t expect anything less.”
Oddly, Cho became irritated with
the Potions Master’s gushing over Harry.
She understood how easily Harry got annoyed with such things and she
hoped he wouldn’t become too upset at the moment. But to her surprise, Harry was still
smiling…at her as he took in another deep breath.
“No, I wouldn’t suspect you would,
sir,” said Harry, winking at Cho. “Bye,
Love,” he said before walking away.
It was a testament to how much the
professor revered the Boy Hero that he hadn’t noticed his sarcastic comment. It was a testament to how close Cho and Harry
had become that she could still smell him though he was nearly around the far
corner.
“Well, come along, Miss
Chang. I have a special treat for you
lot this afternoon. It is a very
special, but very dangerous potion. Ever
been in love, Miss Chang?” he asked as they stepped inside the classroom.
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Waking up exhausted the next morning,
Cho couldn’t understand why she had agreed to be with Harry in her bed on a
Monday night. Besides the loveliest of
being thoroughly made love too, well, fucked would be more precise, in her bed
which resulted in the aching pain between her legs, they were nearly found
out. Moaning his name, and not paying
attention to the fact that his mouth was open and moving, yet no sound was
coming out, she hadn’t known until it was too late that she had been sabotaged. The reality set in when Marietta yelled in the middle of their
fucking that Cho should have the common courtesy to put a silencing charm on
her bed before masturbating to “Potter fantasies”. It was only then, and when Harry began to
laugh hard without a sound, that Cho realized he only put a silencing charm on
himself and the springs of the bed. But
after she put her own silencing charm on her curtains and took it off him, Cho
called Harry every name in the book as she swung at him. And having a fight warranted another hour of
making up, adding to her exhaustion.
Nevertheless, the limping
Ravenclaw wore a smile for the entire day.
And besides, revenge was sweet.
Late Tuesday night, Cho walked the
halls of Hogwarts invisible and completely naked outside of her slippers. She was shivering in the drafty halls, but
her desire, and her desire for revenge kept her motivated. Besides, Harry would warm her up, AFTER she found
a way to get him naked, hard, and pushed out of his bed waking his
roommates. It was going to be loads of
fun in the Gryffindor boys’ dormitory tonight.
After giving the sleeping Fat Lady
the password, Cho eagerly, but quietly, crept up the boys’ staircase. Upon entering the room she had been in
numerous times, snores could be heard all around. The scent of the sixth year boys’ dormitory
was also very familiar to her nose. She
knew each boys snore, grunt, and scent well.
But something new had been added.
Something Cho had smelled before but she couldn’t place. Something sweet and flowery.
Deciding to disregard it, Cho
continued toward her assailant’s bed.
She had to admit, she couldn’t wait to play her joke and get down to
being locked his arms for most of the night.
However, when Cho pulled Harry’s curtain back, someone had already taken
her place in his arms. The Ravenclaw’s
heart, that she had been ignoring for the past few days, sank when she saw
Ginny asleep on Harry’s chest as they both lay on top of his bedcovers fully
clothed in their pajamas. Her eyes
solely focused on the redhead’s tiny pretty face laying on his chest where his
heart was beating in her ear, and her arm around his neck, not noticing Harry
at all.
“Love?” he whispered, startling
her as she watched the fifth year in what she believed to be HER position.
Cho could feel heat rushing to her
cheeks as she glanced up at Harry. The
sight of his green eyes in the moonlight only further caused the pain in her
chest. And was that water clouding her
vision suddenly? Cho took off. Her invisible naked body was flashing in and
out as she ran out of the room.
What are you so bloody upset about?
That’s his bloody girlfriend! She
has a right to be there in his…
NO! She hasn’t the right! He…hasn’t the right to have her there!
YOU sound SO ridiculous, you silly cow!
He is not YOURS!
The HELL he’s n…
“Love…Love, wait!” Cho heard as
she ran down the stairs and into the Gryffindor common room. She hadn’t heard the pounding feet behind her
as she yelled at herself in her mind.
Not wanting to stop, Cho looked down as she ran to see one leg visible,
the other not. Hastily, she put her wand
to her forehead, hoping that she could calm her pain enough to hold the charm
before Harry got to her. Again, she
underestimated his speed.
“Cho!” Harry said as he pulled her
arm and turned her around to face him.
Cho wiped some water substance
that she knew couldn’t be tears because they weren’t meant to shed over
Harry…and Ginny, off of her invisible face.
At least, she thought she was invisible.
“Let me go, Harry,” she begged, quietly.
“No,” Harry said, pulling her
obviously visible body to him. “She was
just…upset about…well, she was just upset.
And we…well, she fell asleep on me.
Cho, I promise you…I didn’t do anything with her.”
The seventh year needed to hear
those words, and the evidence of the fact was clear, but she still decided to
lie to his pleading…chest. “You don’t
have to…answer to me, Harry. She’s…your
girlfriend…after all. I…I understand if
you…did do…”
“But I didn’t, Love! Please believe me,” he begged, lifting her
chin to look into her eyes.
Cho felt torn inside. Part of her wanted to push him away, while
the other wanted to wrap her arms around his neck and hold him. Either way, by the way he squeezed her, Cho
knew she wouldn’t be getting away from the Gryffindor anytime soon…in any sort
of way. “I…believe you, Harry,” she
whispered, wishing his eyes wouldn’t seep into her soul the way they always did,
the way they were doing at the moment.
She was terrified of what he might see.
She was equally terrified of what might be in there.
“Thank you, Love,” Harry said,
kissing her cheek and breaking the intense stare. Suddenly, Cho felt material covering her
shoulders. “I don’t like the idea of you
walking through these drafty corridors starkers when it’s this cold. Don’t get me wrong,” he smiled, “I relish the
idea of you coming to me starkers in the middle of the night. It’s just…I don’t want you to get sick
again. Because you know what that
means?”
Cho smiled briefly, catching his
meaning. “No strenuous activities?” she
answered, sliding her arms into a cloak that was not of her House.
“Right you are, Beautiful. And we can’t have that, can we?”
The Ravenclaw sighed. “I suppose not.” Oddly, she felt like she was receiving the
brush off she had witness Harry give Ginny on a few prior occasions. It hurt even more. “I understand, then,” Cho said, pulling
Harry’s Gryffindor cloak closed around her neck. “I’ll see you later, Harry.” The pretty girl turned her sadden face away
from her assailant, set to walk toward the portrait, and berate herself on her
way back to Ravenclaw
Tower. But a hand stopped her.
“Hang on, Love,” Harry said,
turning her around again. She didn’t see
his eyes narrowed in confusion because it was physically impossible while
watching his shoeless feet. “I…do
believe you came here for a reason,” he began again, then opened his cloak on
her body, and slid his arms around her bare waist.
Cho was surprise to feel the
beginnings of an erection poking her naked belly. But her surprise faded when she felt his lips
on her temple, cheek, jaw line, and then neck.
Her body reacted instantly; cheering as it recognized Harry’s heat,
Harry’s lips, Harry’s hands. Her mind,
beginning to become hazy from the feel of being snug in his arms like she
wanted to before, only allowed her a little sense. “H-Harry,” Cho began, then hissed as Harry’s
hand slid down her back and squeezed her buttock.
“Hmmm?” he moaned in the meal of
her neck.
She was already wet for him. And to go back to Ravenclaw Tower
in that condition would be pointless.
Cho knew masturbating wouldn’t take care of it this time. But, being molested in the Gryffindor common
room was slightly unnerving. “Um…we
can’t…do this…in here. And we…can’t go
to…your room. So we must…wait…”
“Not bloody likely, Love,” Harry
whispered in her ear. And before Cho
knew what was happening, she was up in the air with her legs around Harry’s
waist. He was devoured her neck as he
walked them further into the common room.
“H-Harry…” Cho said, but she wasn’t
sure if it was only because she was worried about his intentions. “We…we can’t…” she managed out for herself
more then for him.
“Mmm,” he moaned in her neck. “I need you, Cho.” And soon, Cho felt the velvet soft cushions
of a scarlet couch. Harry had gently
laid her down, and quickly laid on top of her.
His erection was solid and ready on her leg as he kissed her face and
neck. He pulled his cloak on her opened
even more and glanced down at her naked body.
“So beautiful,” he whispered after kissing her chin, and then lowering
his mouth to her chest.
All rational thought vanished the
moment Harry’s warm, wet mouth touched her hard nipple. Cho’s hands instantly found his unruly hair
and her back arched whenever his lips got to far away from her pert tips. The air flowed slowly over her parted lips as
he sucked one nipple and rolled the other in his fingers. Her breath hitched in her throat when she
felt his teeth gently gnaw on one end, then pinch the other. “Oh…Harry…” she whimpered. Driving her nearly insane from his making a
meal of her breasts, Cho breathed somewhat easier when Harry lowered his kisses
to her stomach. It still made her shiver
with his kisses of her torso, but she exhaled in relief and smiled as her
assailant praised her body with his mouth.
But soon the Ravenclaw somewhat
relax state changed as Harry’s lips kissed the mound of short black hairs.
“Oh…Harry, don’t,” Cho whispered
lifting her head and looking at Harry’s between her legs. “You know how…much that can make me…scream.” Soon her slender leg was lifted to rest her
heel on the top of the back of the couch, as she felt herself being spread even
further open. The warm breath of her
assailant flowed rapidly over her soaked vagina causing her to bite her lip at
the sensation.
The Gryffindor lifted his head
from her pubic bone and winked at her.
“Precisely, Love,” he said, then lowered his head quickly. Before Cho could protest, the flat of Harry’s
tongue was on her entrance and he took a long, languid lick up her wet folds
and darted his tongue over her clit.
“HARRY!” she nearly shouted,
before covering her mouth.
Cho moaned, cursed, shouted his
name into her hand as Harry devoured her femininity. Her back was arched on the scarlet sofa so
much, her face was nearly buried in the cushion of the arm rest. The Gryffindor was relentless in his oral
pleasuring, causing her creamy white thighs to quiver in excitement. Cho was sure he was trying his hardest to
make her scream out and wake the entire House as he feasted on her snatch. And was she ever on the verge of making her
presences known in Gryffindor
Tower. Every lick, every suck, every moan of
appreciation for what he tasted that he administered to her private area had
the Ravenclaw nearly delirious with pleasure.
He had eaten her into insanity on several occasions, but this time it
felt as though he was trying to put her in the Psycho Ward at St. Mungo’s. The rational mind of the Ravenclaw couldn’t
process the reason why it was so different this time, but she guessed, in between
screams, that it was because they could get caught by everyone at any
moment. And she knew if they did, he
wouldn’t stop until she came for everyone to see.
The thought alone frightened Cho,
but turned her on even more.
“Oh God, Harry…please!” the
seventh year moaned into the cushions, after releasing her mouth. However, she wasn’t sure if she was begging
him to stop or continue.
You want to wake up the whole bloody Tower, don’t you? Cho thought
to herself, as she hooked her arm over the armrest of the couch for
leverage. You want everyone to see what he’s doing to you; what Harry’s doing to
you. You want them to see how good he
makes you feel. How much he wants you. How much you love it. Admit it!
You want Cormac to come down those stairs and…
No! I want…Ginny to come down
those stairs…
“No…that’s not…true!” Cho said out
loud before she could stop herself.
“Harry…please…stop!” she pleaded in her moan, lifting her head to see
him. “Please…”
Harry did as she wished, and Cho
watched his handsome face lift from her aching snatch. The dying embers of the fireplace reflected
off his glistening cheeks. The Ravenclaw
sighed in relief at his concession, but she instantly inhaled in apprehension
when she recognized that her assailant wasn’t done with her yet.
“I know you don’t want to cum that
way, Love,” Harry said, smiling as he ascended up her body and hovered over
her. “You want…me, don’t you?” he asked,
rubbing his hardness inside his pajama pants on her thoroughly licked,
thoroughly wet, thoroughly aching-for-him pussy.
Cho exhaled, wishing she could say
something other than what her body was screaming. “YES!” she exclaimed in a loud whisper,
yanking his pajama bottoms and boxers down over his hips. “Please… Harry…” she begged as she grabbed
his exposed member and began stroking him.
She watched Harry’s eyes open and
close at the sudden sensation of being so hard and being stroked just as
hard. “Ssss…Love…oh, Love…don’t…you’ll
make me cum before…”
Cho was having none of that. If her Gryffindor were to cum, it would be
inside her and not wasted on her stomach.
Without looking down between them, in need of seeing his expression at
first entry, Cho lowered his helmet to her entrance. Wrapping her legs around his waist, the
sexually talented seventh year pushed him forward with her heels and buried him
deep inside her.
“Oh, God…” they moaned in
unison. Cho barely saw the expression of
ecstasy at first entrance on Harry’s face like she wanted, because her own was
contorted in a similar fashion.
“Blimey, Love…” Harry moaned as he
took to slow thrusts inside her. “Why…do
you have to feel…so bloody amazing…every…time…I’m…inside you?” he asked the air
since his head was back, his eyes were closed, his muscular arms held him up,
and his hips were moving.
I could say the same thing about you… she thought, arching her back
again and allowing his pelvis to grind against the clit he deliciously
terrorized with his tongue just moments before.
No matter how many times Harry had entered Cho in the past, his dick
always demanded room inside her walls.
But her body always accommodated him, always reacted to him, always came
for him, and always wanted him. It also
never failed that the Ravenclaw would get lost in the delicate sounds of their
sex. She gripped the cushions on the
couch as Harry rode her insides causing the couch springs to sound and their
joined bodies to squeak with the natural juices they created in each other. And his slow but purposeful thrusts rocked
them into their private place in Heaven.
Cho just needed one more thing.
“Hold me, Harry…” she whispered
between whimpers of pleasure. The
Ravenclaw opened her arms and her Gryffindor fit himself perfectly inside them
never missing a stroke. As his strong
arms tucked underneath her shoulders, a smile tugged at the corner of Cho’s
mouth. She didn’t think she could last
much longer, but she knew she could stay like that forever.
No, not forever! Just for…
“You feel so good to me, Love,”
Harry whispered in her ear, interrupting her thoughts.
Until he let’s me go… she thought, and then tightened her hold
around his neck, not wanting to let go.
“Say it, Love,” Harry said, and
Cho panicked slightly, thinking she had missed something he had said…or worse,
she said what she was thinking.
“What?” she whispered to his
cheek.
Harry kissed her cheek in
return. “That you feel so good to me.”
Cho smiled in her delirium of
pleasure. “You feel so good to me,
Harry…”
Harry shook his head a little as
he continued the movement between her legs.
“No, Love, how I feel…about you.”
The Ravenclaw was slightly
confused, or maybe her mind was so pleasure hazy, she couldn’t comprehend. She’d give it a try though. “I…feel so good to you…Harry?” she said,
hopefully.
Cho could feel Harry nod, grab
hold of the cushion beneath her back and pull himself, pushing himself deeper
inside her. “Yes, Love,” he said as they
both grunted from the added depth. “You
always feel so good to me.”
“I…always feel so good to you,”
she repeated and was rewarded with another deep thrust. “Oh…God…”
One of Harry’s arms eased out from
underneath her. Soon, Cho felt her hair
and cheek being stroked as Harry kissed her temple and cheek. “You’re my…beautiful girl.”
Cho swallowed hard, trying just as
hard to maintain. “I’m your…beautiful
girl…Sssss…” she said, then hissed at the deeper thrust. The pretty girl opened her eyes when she felt
Harry lift from her cheek and hover over her face. Meeting his green eyes only added to her
pleasure. They were beautiful.
“I…always…want you.”
“You…always…want me…Oh, Harry…”
she repeated in his eyes, biting her lip from her reward, ignoring the needles
suddenly revisiting her chest.
“I’ll…always…need you.”
“You’ll…always need me…” she
repeated obediently, seeking her prize.
And she was rewarded, maybe too much.
“Sssss… Oh…Harry…I…think I’m….”
“My beautiful love,” Harry
whispered almost to himself, before kissing her lips.
But Cho broke the brief kiss, not
from irritation of him breaking their rule, but because of the insane mixture
of pleasure, confusion, and emotion all pushing the Ravenclaw over the
edge. Cumming hard on Harry’s dick, Cho
balled up his t-shirt in her hands and moaned so loud, she was sure the House
would wake up. As she clung to the
material for dear life, her vaginal muscles clung to the penis that was giving
her the pleasure, then stroked and squeezed it until it exploded inside
her. But Cho’s assailant didn’t scream
out as he normally did when he came.
Instead, he buried his head in her neck and whispered all his names for
her desperately, trembling uncontrollably as he flooded her insides.
As the two came back down to
earth, back down to the scarlet couch in the Gryffindor common room in the
middle of the night, Cho realized the two nearly had each other in a vice
grip. She knew she didn’t want to let go
because he was shaking so much in her arms, and because…she didn’t want to let
go. The seventh year also knew, not just
from her repeated words during sex but from just knowing, Harry didn’t want to
let go of her either.
He shouldn’t have too, Cho thought.
Mine… something also claimed a million miles away in her mind.
The Ravenclaw also knew that
letting go would mean letting go of their private world. She knew that letting him out of her arms
meant letting him go upstairs to his occupied bed, while she walked alone to
her Tower. Letting go meant entering
back into reality. The thought wasn’t
appealing, so instead, she held tightly to her trembling Gryffindor.
As they lay there in silence for a
several minutes, Cho listened to the voices inside her praising her for wanting
to stay in her private world just a little longer. Oddly, no voices of refutation were heard. But one voice was becoming clearer through
the cheers. It was Harry’s, in her
mind. “My beautiful love…” The
first, and only time, she heard that was the night before he left. Then the picture of Ginny upstairs in the bed
with him began to make the Ravenclaw think that maybe he was leaving again,
this time, telling Ginny first. A wave a
jealousy for that swept through the immense fear she was feeling at the moment.
“Harry!” she whispered
frantically, causing him to startle in her arms.
Sitting up on his elbows, he
looked down into her worried, pretty, flushed face. “Yes, Love, what’s wrong?”
“Are…are you…leaving again?” Cho
asked, terrified to even say the words.
Harry narrowed his emerald gaze at
his concerned victim. “Leave? No.
Why do you ask?”
Cho took a huge sigh of relief and
touched his equally flushed cheek.
“You…well you…said or called me your…beautiful love…and the only time
you’ve…ever said that…was that night we…made love before you…left.”
Harry snorted lightly and kissed
the palm of her hand on his face. “No,
Love. I called you that…because that’s
what you are.”
Lowering his head, he kissed her
lips.
Pull away, Cho… she had to tell herself. She listened.
“Don-don’t…do that…Harry,” she
stuttered.
Harry smiled lightly and kissed
her cheek. “You’re right,
Beautiful. If I start kissing you, we’ll
be here all night. Come on, let’s
go.” Harry eased out of her, causing an
empty feeling inside the seventh year, and stood up. He tucked in his member and watched Cho lying
there on the couch.
“Let’s go? Where are we going?” Cho asked, sitting up
gingerly.
Harry held his hand out and helped
her to her feet. He began buttoning his
robe around her. “I’m walking you back
to your Tower.”
Cho narrowed her eyes at the
Gryffindor in his own House. “No,
Harry. I’ll be fine. I’ll use the disillusionment charm. You…should get upstairs before…someone wakes
up.”
She could see the struggle in the
green eyes in front of her. She could
also feel the bile bubbling in her stomach for her suggestion. “You’re…right, Love,” he finally said, and
she felt slightly disappointed. “Be
safe, then.” Harry kissed her forehead
and hugged her tightly, before walking her to the portrait hole.
Cho walked invisible and alone
through the halls of Hogwarts. She could
still feel Harry’s lips on the various places he had them while they made love
on the scarlet sofa. The seventh year
licked her own lips, in dire need of tasting him.
Then why didn’t you let him kiss you, Cho? she thought to
herself. You promised you would when he came back.
But I…I can’t…just…kiss him.
It’ll…
Hurt?
Yes.
It already does, doesn’t it?
Cho closed her eyes for a moment
and nodded as she walked through the drafty corridors. She pulled Harry’s cloak even tighter around
her to block some of the breeze from her naked, sweaty body. Or was she trying to block out some of the
reality in her thoughts? It didn’t help,
however, because the cloak smelled of her assailant. Lightly woodsy, but also the scent of sex,
their sex, wrapped all around her, taking her back to the couch she was taken
so lovingly on several minutes ago.
“You’re my beautiful girl…” Cho heard Harry say in her mind. “My
beautiful love…” The needles
entering her chests were playing a brutal game of Tic-Tac-Toe, but the
Ravenclaw ignored them. “I always want you…” She was smiling down the hall of her Tower
floor. “I’ll always need you…” his voice whispered in her mind. “My
beautiful love…”
Cho stopped in front of her eagle
knocker administering the riddle as that phrase repeated in her mind. Her new favorite sentence…that she hadn’t a
clue what it meant. But she loved it
nonetheless.
“But, if I’m his beautiful love,
his beautiful girl, and he’ll always need me…then why am I here…alone, and not
lying beside him in his bed?” she asked aloud.
“My dear, I do believe I ask the
riddles around here,” the eagle knocker told the pretty girl. “Though admittedly, never that complicated.”
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