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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 28 � Pain
Reliever

The pretty brown eyes of the seventh year woke up that
Christmas Eve morning to the clouds floating past her Tower window.� She took a breath and inhaled a fresh woodsy
scent she thought was still lingering over from her dream last night of Harry
making love to her in a room full of fluffy white pillows.� As Cho sat up with her aching heart, unsure
if she was truly ready to face the holiday, she found Marietta�s bed occupied.� Well, at least the foot of it was, as a hero
sat with his sleeping head against the bedpost.�
Cho watched Harry snoring lightly and knew the square edge of the post
was leaving indentations on his face.� In
fact, she already saw two angry red lines on the side of his face where he must
have adjusted from earlier.

I�ll never be free of
you, no matter what I do� she thought, and sighed in the process.�

As she watched her love for an additional minute in silence,
it had only just dawned on her that she wasn�t woken up with kisses, licks, and
skilled fingers.� In fact, her pajamas
hadn�t even been lifted or adjusted.� And
as she took a moment to hone in to her body, she didn�t feel the joyous light
pain of having been penetrated between her legs.� Harry was also fully dressed in his
pajamas.� His natural morning erection
covered by his pants was looking unsatisfied to say the least.� Cho knew she�d have to endure it later, her
mouth as watering at the moment in all honesty, but she hoped she would be able
to get a quick shower in before that�or breakfast, whichever came first.

Sliding out her bed quietly, Cho dismissed the idea of
putting on her slippers hoping the pads of her feet would be soundless enough
to sneak her into the bathroom undetected.�
The ground was ice cold, but she would endure it to keep the Gryffindor
unaware of her movement.� However, the
moment she stood up and looked for her bag of toiletries, a voice made her jump
a half a foot off the ground on her quiet feet.�
�Why�.were you on the ledge yesterday, Cho?� Harry�s voice asked
quietly.

Cho refused to look at him.�
She put on her slippers, seeing no reason worthy for catching pneumonia
now.� �Good morning, Harry,� she answered
him, evading his question purposely.

She could hear him stand up but still refused to look at
him.� �Morning, Love. �Why were you on the ledge yesterday?� Harry
asked again, playing her game, but looking to win.

The Ravenclaw felt his heat near her body.� Her body cheered and she internally told it
to SHUT IT!� �Thanks for sending Dobby last night with
dinner,� Cho said lazily.

Suddenly the seventh year was turned completely around by
the hand on her shoulder.� Harry�s eyes
were filled with a mixture of concern, impatience, and fear.� �I�ll ask you one more time, Cho.� Why were you on the ledge yesterday
afternoon?�

�Brilliant!� Now that
you�ve asked for the last time, would you mind if I take a shower?� It seems that someone had sex with my body
yesterday on two different occasions.�
I�m not feeling particularly fresh at the moment.� So if you�ll excuse me�� Cho explained, then
began to turn around, but found herself turned right back around to face her
assailant.

�Cho, I�m asking you to tell me��

�And I asked you to let me have one evening alone!� Cho
interjected irately.� �But I wake up this
morning and you�re in my room, surprisingly not in my bed, surprisingly still,
not in me.� But I suppose that was my
compensation for breaking your promise to me.�
I was about to ask if you�d allow me to have breakfast alone.� You�ll protest, then give in, then of course
fuck me right on the table in Great Hall.�
Am I right or am I close?� she asked sarcastically.

Harry exhaled heavily in frustration.� He broke his glare at the Ravenclaw and
looked down toward her slipper covered feet.�
�Love�for goodness sakes, must you be so�mean?�

Cho laughed manically, heartily, and evilly.� �Do you reckon I should be sweet and
compromising for my rapist?� How silly of
me!� I�m sorry, Harry,� she added with
mock remorsefulness.

�Cho�� began Harry quietly, painfully.� Screw the clouds, Cho was finding arguing and
snappy remarks were the best way to deal with her heart ache.� She remembered how hurting him prior to her
suicide attempt would give her strength.�
She also remembered how that began to fail her after awhile.� �I�don�t want it to�be like this all�holiday
we�re together.� Love, please��

That manic huff revisited Cho�s vocal chords.� �So let me get this straight, if you don�t
mind, Harry.� You forced yourself on me
back in the beginning of the term.� You
forced me to enjoy sex enough to seek it out.�
You forced me to want it so badly, that I turned too unworthy people for
affection.� You forced me to ONLY have
sex with you and no one else.� You forced
me to lov�to LOVE SEX so much that I was desperate enough to comply with your
wishes and exclusively fuck you.� Now,
you have the nerve to request that I fix on a fake smile and be HAPPY that
you�ve FORCED me, yet again, to pretend to be happy to be here with you?� Blimey, you sure don�t ask for much, do you?�

Harry ran a nervous, at least slightly trembling, hand
through his unruly hair.� His eyes met
Cho�s and fixed it�s gaze there.� As he
watched her angry eyes with his worried, fearful and yet no longer lunacy-embedded
ones, Harry rested his hand on her cheek.�
�I�know what I�ve done�but�what can I do to�ease your�hatred toward me��

Ease the hatred?� Merlin, what I wouldn�t do to hate you more
than I love you.� There�s nothing you can
do, I�m a fucking idiot.

Cho pulled his hand off her cheek.� �Want to do something for me?� Allow me breakfast alone, if you don�t
mind.�� The pretty Ravenclaw turned on
her heels to walk away from him.

�Love�I�� But Harry�s
words were lost when the Ravenclaw closed the bathroom door behind her.

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

The second surprise of her winter break was finding her room
void of her heart ache when she came out of the bathroom.� The third came when she was allowed to walk
the corridors alone to get to the Great Hall for breakfast.� The fourth was the one long table in the
dining hall; having never spent Christmas at school, she wasn�t accustomed to
the sudden change.� Luckily for her, she
wasn�t the only one surprise as she saw Eden Rashid and the first year
Slytherin boy sitting at the far of the table looking around in joyful surprise.�

One person in the Great Hall, however, seemed unfazed by the
change.� A deeply distraught looking
Harry was sitting toward the middle of the table.� With his head leaning on his hand, he picked
at his eggs and toast.� He looked just as
miserable as he had before the Slug Club party.�
Cho just hoped the insanity that tinted her favorite green eyes was far
from coming back because she was sure he�d make a scene right there in the hall
in front of the two first years and two faculty members.

The sound of the large doors closing behind her made her
assailant look up from his obvious unappetizing breakfast and glue his saddened
eyes on his victim.� Cho looked away
quickly and sat on the end of the table closest to the doors.� She began picking at a buttery, oversized
croissant, though she knew she was far hungrier than what that could
satisfy.� The deceitful-elf from the
night before made sure to refill her bowls of strawberries and cream when she
went to the bathroom that night, but she refused to eat any more.� And she refused to eat a full meal in front
of Harry as well, as she felt his eyes boring into her.� Cho wanted him to see her suffering for what
he was putting her through.� Silly thing
about it, starving herself was making her suffer more than him.

After the seventh year finished the delicious croissant
under the watchful eye of her heart ache, she began sipping her pumpkin
juice.� She watched the platter of
breaded treats and considered stealing several and leaving since she was being
so heavily watched.� But as she
considered it, something she predicted happened.� A body was walking down the side of the table
in front of her.� In a moment, a figure
she recognized instantly by his scent took a silent seat across from her.� A highly irritated Cho refused to look up.

�May�I talk to you, Love?� Harry asked with much
trepidation.

�Merlin sakes, Harry!� Cho shouted in a whisper, narrowing
her eyes at him.� �I asked for a
breakfast alone, and JUST as I predicted, you wouldn�t even allow me that!� And for GOD�S SAKES stop calling me
�Love�!� I�m not your �Love�!� She was allowed to go home for the holiday!�

�Lov-Cho�please�� Harry began.

Cho stood up angrily.�
�Leave me alone, Potter!� she shouted in a whisper as well, and rushed
out the door.

The Ravenclaw was in the hall, unsure where she could
possibly go to hide in the nearly abandoned castle.� But it didn�t matter, Harry could find her
anywhere.� And anywhere proved to be
right in the Main Hall.� Her wrist, that
hadn�t been pulled on in months, was presently tightly grasped in his
hand.� She was being pulled up the stairs
and her curses of total damnation fell on the deaf ears of her assailant.� Cho thought for sure she was being pulled
toward the Room of Requirement, her Tower, any of their favorite empty classes
to have sex in.� But as she turned a
familiar corridor, she found herself heading toward Gryffindor Tower.

�Why can�t you just leave me alone?� Cho shouted as they
approached a shocked Fat Lady.

Harry didn�t answer her but growled the password to the
portrait.� �Foreseer.�

�I don�t think�� began the Fat Lady as her frame started to
open.

�THANK YOU!� Harry shouted over her protest as he dragged
the Ravenclaw inside with him.

The room that they last truly made love in was
deserted.� No other Gryffindor had stayed
and Cho found the scarlet and gold common room odd in the morning light.� But she didn�t have time to dwell on the
decorations, portraits or the couch she was told to repeat his sweet words to
her.� No, her distraction came in the
form of a reluctant hero pulling her in the middle of the large room, then
Harry releasing her and swishing his wand toward the tables and chairs.� Everything in the room shifted to one side
except their christened couch.� Cho was
thoroughly confused, wondering if he needed that much room to force himself on
her.

�Need this much room to fuck me, do you?� Cho said
snappishly.

Harry�s stern face softened and he sighed.� Staring intently into her eyes, Cho felt him
penetrating her partially healed soul.� �Get
it out of your system, Lov-Cho,� he requested solemnly.

Now Cho was confused for other reasons.� �Huh?� she asked.

�I want you to do your worse.� I want you to take out all your frustration
with me�on me.� Please�� Harry explained
earnestly.

Cho wasn�t sure she was getting his message.� If she was, she wasn�t sure if all his many
battles had caused some serious damage to his head.� She hoped it was the first but was sure it
was the latter.� �What are you on about,
Harry?�

�I want you to beat on me!�
Beat the living piss out me!� I
won�t fight you back, I promise.� I want
you too, Lov-Cho.� Please?� Harry begged.

�You are mad!� Cho shouted, feeling even angrier at his
request.

Harry tossed his wand on their sofa and held his arms open
in surrender.� �I won�t fight you back,
Cho.� You deserve too.�

�I�m not�hitting you,� she said surly, but unsurely,
crossing her arms in front of her.

Harry huffed in frustration.�
�Fine, then use your bloody wand then!�
I could give a shit, Cho!� Just
fucking do it!� he yelled.

�Don�t you DARE shout at me, you bastard!� she shouted in
return.

�Well, how else do you expect me to communicate with someone
who is, either hard of hearing, or to daft to take advantage of something they
desperately need?� No wonder you were so
bloody easy to take those MANY times!� he yelled.

The words struck the Ravenclaw like a blow from Hagrid�s
fist.� The pain of her heart was
completely gone as an unbelievably strong surge of fury rushed through the
pretty girl.� As it overtook her, Cho
felt every bone inside her creak and stiffened.�
The blood felt as though it had rushed into all her muscles and she felt
her mind suddenly clear of all thought.�
Before she knew it, a guttural scream flew out of her mouth and she
rushed the defenseless Gryffindor.

The pretty girl couldn�t see, couldn�t hear, couldn�t feel
anything she was doing.� Her wand was
somewhere on the floor while her fists, nails, palms and knees did all the
work.� But although she couldn�t feel her
fight physically, something was releasing from the Ravenclaw as a tiny bit of
her soul healed.� The Hogwarts Express
drove several of her punches, slaps, and kicks to the Gryffindor�s body.� The subsequent days after guided her nails
across his face and neck.� Michael and
Vaisey, for every reason, helped her smacks land perfectly.� The first Hogsmeade visit of the year pushed
her foot forward.� The mistletoe being
his only reason for kissing her in front of a group of people heightened her
swears.� Hearing him tell Ginny he loved
her, her broken heart, and the ledge of the Dark Tower
knocked him to the floor.

But it was Crabbe and Goyle that eased her angry
screams.� Seeing him lying in the bed in
the Infirmary stopped her kicks.� The
phrases �My beautiful love�, �I always want you�, �I�ll always need you� should
have put more power into her blows, but it did just the opposite.� The thought of being held so tightly in his
arms lightened her smacks.� And the fact
that she loved him made her stop all together.

A breathless Cho found herself on her knees, on a scarlet
rug, in a House not her own.� There was
blood on her hands that was also not her own.�
And there were moans of pain near by that were also not her own.� When the seventh year came back into her
reality, she looked up to see Harry lying on the floor trying hard to roll on
his back.� His glasses were gone.� He was holding his eye with one hand, while
his arm was holding his ribs.� Blood was
dripping from his nose and lips.� And red
angry scratches were scattered about his face and under his raised
t-shirt.� Needless to say, the Ravenclaw
was shocked by her ability to hurt someone bigger and stronger than her.� And although she should still be angry with
him, considering that the beating didn�t erase her broken heart, it was that
muscle that flushed her with concern over him.

�Are�� Harry coughed through bloody lips and teeth, �you�are
you�okay, Lov-Ch-Cho?� he asked, sounding in obvious pain himself.

Though strange as his question was considering who was
broken and bloody on the floor, Cho wasn�t surprise by it.� Of
course he�d be, ACT, concern about how I was, more so than himself, she
thought.� �I�m�fine,� she said, she
thought, she hoped.� She actually wasn�t
sure.� But Cho was sure that compared to
Harry, she could run a marathon backwards in house slippers.

�A-are�you sure?� he sputtered out, blood and saliva
dripping from the corner of his mouth as he continued to hold his eye.

Sighing at her hurting love, Cho crawled over to him.� Her knuckles hurt, which was understandable
considering that Harry had a rather thick head.�
She helped roll him completely on his back.� The hero hissed at the pain as he held his
eye for dear life it seemed.� �Let me
see, Harry,� Cho demanded, trying to pull his hand away from his eye.� In the effort of holding his fingers, she
noticed two were broken.� The sixth year
finally relented and Cho saw one of her favorite green eyes blackened and even
bloody.� �Sss, I�m sorry, Harry,� she
apologized.

�No�Lov-Cho.� I�wanted
you�too,� Harry said, and Cho noticed a loose front tooth.� �I deserved it, didn�t I?� I deserve�worst.�

Although he had never uttered truer words, Cho shook her
head at him and then darted her eyes around the room for her wand.� Spotting it near his newly-repaired
newly-broken glasses, she grabbed it.�
�You are so�stupid, do you realize that?� she asked as she began working
on his handsome, bloody, bruised, battered face.

�I�know that,� he said, then sniffed the blood back into his
nose.� �Do you�feel�any better?� I mean�just a little, Lo-Cho?�

The seventh year sighed once more.� �Shut up, Harry.� I have to fix your tooth.� I haven�t learned dentistry yet, so hopefully
it won�t grow several feet by accident.�

Harry placed his broken fingered hand on her arm that held
his chin up.� �Cho�I�m sorry I forced
you��

�Shut it, I said!� Cho commanded, and then aim a delicate
yellow light into his mouth from the tip of her wand.� �Bloody twit�� she mumbled.

The Ravenclaw mumbled that sentiment through her entire walk
to the closed Infirmary and back.�
Needing to get in to retrieve a potion to heal Harry�s broken ribs,
fractured wrist, and three broken fingers, she disregarded the pain-reliever
that was in the emergency aid kit outside the doors.� She could administer pain-relieving spells�when
she felt he deserved it.� But the
mumbling seventh year walked through the halls cursing Harry to Hell on his
total stupidity.

�I really hurt him, the daft little prick!� What if the injuries were more serious than
what I could handle?� He�d have to be
shipped off to St. Mungo�s, wouldn�t he?�
Then the entire wizarding world would know that Harry Potter has gotten
his arse kicked properly by a girl!� Oh,
he�d just bloody love that, wouldn�t he?�
The git!� Love for the papers to
write a disparaging article of his lack of talent, and how on God�s green earth
is he to defeat You-Know-Who if he can�t take down a seventeen year old
girl!� And he�d tell the world about
it!� How his Love beat the precious piss
out of him!�� Suddenly a smile tickled
the corner of her angry mouth, but she ignored it.� �Ruddy bastard, he is!� Foreseer!� she said angrily to the Fat
Lady.� �Just let me do it!� Now he�s all broken up as if I know what
to�� Harry?� Cho said with much less
anger, and much more fear as she saw that he was no longer on their sofa or
anywhere else in the common room.�
�Harry?�� There was no
answer.� The only evidence that he was
once there was his broken pair of glasses still lying on the floor.

Quickly, Cho ran up the stairs to his room, her heart beating
a mile a minute.� She was sure he
couldn�t be there, considering how bruised his legs were from her kicking.� When she burst into the sixth year boys�
dormitory, however, she found that he was and was also as stupid as she�d been
telling herself all the way back to Gryffindor
Tower.� Harry was lying face down on his bedroom
floor, moaning in pain.

�You idiot!� Cho yelled, putting down her supplies and
rushing over to the fallen hero.� �What
on earth do you, or did you rather, think you were doing?� �Turning him over gently, she struggled to help
him to his feet as he winced and grunted in pain.

�I�I�couldn�t lie on that�sofa�too many�memories.� I wanted�to at least�go to my bed and�be
miserable and broken.� I�didn�t know
if�you would�actually come back either, so�� he grunted then screamed in pain
when she allowed him to fall on his bed.

�Didn�t think I was coming back?� May I slap you about some more, then?� Cho
said angrily.� �Think I�d leave you in
his state, do you?� Unbelievable
bastard!�� His comment hurt her more than
she wanted to admit.� She wished it
didn�t hurt her at all, but she knew better.

Harry held his ribs as he nodded on the bed.� �I�m�sorry, Lov-Ch-Cho, I�m sorry,� he said
through his swollen but no longer bloody lips.�
Cho scoffed and shook her head once more.�

After helping him to get his legs on the bed, she took his
shoes off, and then eased his shirt off.�
Retrieving her supplies from the floor near the door, Cho quickly went
to work on the rest of Harry�s wounds and broken bones.� That beautiful green, beautifully bruised eye
was the trickiest part, but she stopped the blood, closed the wound and patched
it over.� His torso was shredded and
bruised.� After bandaging his body,
wrists and fingers, she allowed her wand to trail over his wounded torso, neck
and arms.�

Then the Ravenclaw allowed the Gryffindor to lie in pain as
she simply retrieved a book off his shelf and sat on Ron�s bed.� She may love him, she may want to kiss each
bruise, but she was still angry with him, so allowing him to suffer just a
little longer would do her and him some good.�
And Harry didn�t protest as if he knew that was her game.� He simply clung to his bed sheets with his
good hand, and bit back his moans of pain.

Cho had to admit one thing, however, she was feeling much
better.

******

Cho woke up with a start in a redhead�s bed.� It was exhausting to beat the piss out of
one�s love at their request, then do all possible to heal them. She had only
dozed off momentarily and when her eyes fixed on her location, she could see a
still grunting, still clinging to the bed sheets, battered Harry lying on his
bed.� The seventh year, no longer
inhibiting her feelings of sympathy for him, slid off of Ron�s bed and over to
her heart ache�s.� Sitting on the edge
gently in an effort to not wake his pain-filled sleep, Cho took out her wand
and placed the tip on his rib.� A soft
white light entered his torso, and Harry�s erratic breathing from pain eased
instantly.� His face was still contorting
into expressions indicating unattended tenderness, and the future Healer placed
the tip of her wand on his patched eye.�
Harry audibly sighed in relief, turned his head toward her and opened
his good, but naturally blurry, eye.

�Thank you, Lov, er, Cho.�
Thank you,� he whispered gratefully.

Cho wasn�t sure if that was a smile pulling at the edge of
her mouth, but she wouldn�t allow it to show if she could.� �Your wrist?� she said, picking up his
bandaged arm gently.� �Does it still
hurt?�

Harry nodded lightly looking as though he was trying to move
his broken fingers to touch her hand.� He
couldn�t, however.� �It�s�okay.� I can�deal with that.� I�ve�been in pain for�nearly two weeks now,
what�s a few broken bones?� he tried to joke.

Cho was already administering a pain-relief charm to his
hand as he spoke.� �In pain?� Didn�t you go see Madam Pomfrey when you came
back as Dumbledore instructed you too?� I
mean, after�we�you�whatever?� she said, lowering his hand onto his side.

Harry watched her with his one, glassless eye.� �She wouldn�t have anything for the pain I
was in,� he said sincerely.� �I was
hurting before I left for...� And I damn
near died when I came back,� he mumbled.�
�I was fine�yesterday for a moment.�
Now it feels like all my insides have been shredded again, and not from
your fight.�

Cho could relate.� She
had been hurting for just as long, if not longer.� But of course, she was hurting from different
reasons.� He didn�t have to deal with
being in love with his rapist who happened to be in love with someone
else.� Harry may have been a Gryffindor,
but he was much smarter in that respect than the Ravenclaw.� �Why�is that, Harry?� she asked, examining a
wound on his arms she had already healed.

Harry lifted his good hand and allowed it to hover over
hers. �But the seventh year watched him
place it back down on the bed without touching her.� �I�ve been�absolutely miserable without you,
L-Cho��

Cho sighed, she knew what he was talking about.� �You should be feeling much better now.� You had sex twice yesterday, didn�t you?�

�Feels like my heart�s been ripped out of my chest,� he
continued, without acknowledging her statement.�

Cho wondered how he had the power to penetrate her partially
healed soul with just one working, blurry eye.�
She looked away from him.�
�Well�sh-she�ll be�back to��

�And my head�� Harry continued, ignoring and interrupting
her again, �felt like�it was dissolving, breaking up, cracking up or
something.� One minute it�s yelling at
me, telling me how pathetic I am for��
He noticeably paused and took a breath.�
�Then, it�s giving me�all these�instructions�on what to do about�� This time he swallowed hard.� �And my mind has always been susceptible
to�other influences,� he said and she didn�t see him closing his eye as he
exhaled heavily once more.� �It was�so
hard to decipher if I was�going mad without you�or if�others�were making me
crazy�or��

Cho could see Harry�s good hand make an attempt to touch
hers once more.� And once more, he seemed
to think better of it.� �I was in�such a
bad place inside.� I told myself�if I
didn�t have you�with me this holiday�I�d�come and find you like I had
originally planned if...� I don�t know
what I would have done showing up to your�house, unannounced�looking absolutely
mad and pathetic.� But I wouldn�t
have�been able to leave without�touching you�talking to you�.anything.� And believe it or not, that was the most
sensible thing I thought to do!� I�m just
complete rubbish�without you, Lov-Cho.�

Cho wished she didn�t have to listen to his words.� They did nothing to ease the aching in her
own heart.� Though insane and terrifying
as his words may have been, the idea that he would have sought her out�taking
him away from Ginny for even a moment�only added to her heart ache.� Normally at this point, Cho would question in
her mind how he could need her so much yet not love her.� But she knew questioning anything anymore was
pointless.� Her mind, body, and soul were
all split in sections from the insanity he caused in her.� But she, unlike Harry, had now learned to
accept her madness.

�I know how you feel�� Cho mumbled before she could stop
herself, then gasped lightly when she realized it.

�You do, do you?� Harry asked, quietly.

Cho considered her wonderfully effective memory charm for
him, and herself.� �No�I mean��

�Are your hands okay, L-Cho?� Harry asked suddenly, but just
as quietly as before.

The Ravenclaw looked up in surprise, knowing how silly it
was for him to be concerned about her.�
She saw that his good eye was looking toward her hand on the bed.� �I�� she paused and looked down at her
slightly bruised knuckles, �it�s�fine.��
Harry�s hand hovered low above hers.�
She could feel his need to touch her.�
It was so strong, she was wondering if that�s why she was suddenly
desiring it too.� But instead of giving
in to his need, surely only his need, Cho stood up.� �You should be under the blanket, Harry,� she
instructed, starting to pull his bedcovers down gently underneath his battered
body.�

As she leaned over his head and grabbed the ends, her long
raven hair fell forward and brushed across his face.� Cho noticed the audible sniff from the
Gryffindor and his head lifting to take in more of her tresses.� She ignored the sudden smile that tickled the
corner of her lips.� �I missed you so
much that I�I began smelling you�your�hair�all day Saturday and even at the
party before you arrived,� Harry said, taking in as much of her scent as he
could while she pulled the blankets down.

The Ravenclaw sighed, wishing his statement was true, but
knowing it wasn�t.� �No, Harry, you
didn�t.� I sent Ginny an early, anonymous
Christmas present.� A vial of my shampoo
that should have�kept your sights on her, in a sense, during the party�or any
time after...�
Cho continued to ease the blankets down underneath Harry in complete and surprising
silence. The Ravenclaw could feel the one green eye watching her intensely, but
she ignored it and she began pulling the covers over his healing body. As the
ends reached his chest, and the top her fingers brushed across the skin she
hated she missed, he lifted his arms slowly so they may rest outside the
blankets.
After she was satisfied with his comfort, Cho stood upright and looked
around the room. "Oh, your glasses! They're down stairs. I'll fetch them
and repair them." The seventh year headed toward the door, leaving the
silent Harry behind. Well, not a remaining silent Harry anymore.
"I hope that proves it to you..." he called out suddenly as Cho
was half way out the door.
The pretty girl turned around and narrowed her eyes at the Gryffindor.
"What's that?"
Harry tried to sit up, wincing in the process, but continuing nonetheless.� Cho fought the urge to run to him and lay him
back down. �"That you're...all I want,"
he declared through grunts. "Not even...smelling...like you could make me
want her...more...then you, L-L-Cho."

The Ravenclaw stood quiet and thunderstruck in the doorway.
She wasn't quite sure how to respond. It was obvious that Harry loved her
scent, and she was sure that part of his unquenchable desire for her was driven
by it. And he was, of course, addicted to her; her stupidity, her easiness, her
flexibility, she wasn't sure which if not all of the above. But Cho was sure
that was the only reason her plan to turn Ginny into a Redheaded Cho Flower
hadn't worked out properly. Then she remembered his need for control of
something in his life.� Ginny was not to
be control.� Cho was easily manipulated
to be controlled.� Rape, threats, desire,
and falling in love can do that to an absolutely insane person such as herself,
she supposed.�

"No, Harry, this has nothing to do some physical
differences between me and Ginny, or who you�d rather sleep with. All you want
is control in your life, OF your life.�
And because our world doesn�t truly care about you�you don�t care who
you�hur - DESTROY in the process in obtaining some level of�control," Cho
said earnestly and logically.� She
watched his one green eye watching her until his aching body gave way and he
laid back down in, what she hoped to be, defeat.

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

Three days prior to everyone�s departure for the holidays,
Cho didn�t, couldn�t, wouldn�t have imagined that she would be spend Christmas
Eve in such a way.� She had beat the snot
out of everyone�s Chosen One.� She then
healed the boy who forced her stay as best she could.� And now, the silly Ravenclaw found herself in
Gryffindor Tower in the sixth year boys� dormitory
FEEDING her victim/assailant.

Unable to sit up due to his healing ribs and the strict
orders of the future Healer, Harry lay flat on his back, staring fixatedly at
the raven-haired girl, and chewing bits of bread with his recently reattached
teeth.� During the lunch time feeding,
courtesy of a non-bandaged Dobby, Cho counted the times Harry�s good hand hovered
over her knee, her extended hand toward his mouth, and even extending his own
toward her face, all before deciding against making contact at the last
minute.� It was becoming a game to her as
his need to touch her was as thick and hardy in the air as the bread she was
feeding him.� But Cho didn�t ask why he
hadn�t or scold him when his hand hovered.�
In fact, the game was starting to make her want to giggle.� However, she did wonder where this new level
of restraint had come from.

Well, now he sees that
you�re a fighter.� You�ve walloped him good,
haven�t you?� Maybe�he won�t see you
as�so weak anymore.� That�s probably
another reason why you were so bloody easy to take on the Hogwarts Express; you
were a weepy mess last term.� Now he sees
you as�strong.� Maybe because Ginny has
never had a reason to cry a day in her perfect life, he sees her as strong
that�s why she�s won his heart and you haven�t.

A tinged of hope tickled her heart at the thought of him
seeing her on some similar level as Ginny.

Don�t be daft, Cho,
he�s not going to suddenly fall in love with you because you beat him
senseless!� You�re HIS punching bag,
remember?� Acceptance�

Cho sighed to herself as she pulled another piece of roll
off that she and Harry were sharing before putting it into his mouth.� Her fingertips brushed against his soft, but
swollen lips causing the Ravenclaw to sigh once more.�

Accepting�everything
is�well�� But what about my�heart?� I�m�making it worse, aren�t I?

As Harry looked fit to reach from her departing hand once
more, staring at her before he seemed to remind himself to chew, they both
sighed simultaneously.

Your heart?� Oh, come off it, Cho!� Your heart�s for shit now, isn�t it?� He owns it!�
It won�t mend.� Only he can do
that, and he won�t.� But there is
something you can do?� Accept that you�ll
forever love him, and allow him too�cherish you the way he makes you feel like
he does.� It will be for a short amount
of time.� And granted, it may not be
real�

�But damn it if it doesn�t feel real,� Cho mumbled out loud
before she could help it.

Harry swallowed and choked at the sudden words.� �What�s�that, L-Cho?� he asked, clearing his
throat as best he could.

�Nothing!� she answered quickly, ripped another piece of
bread away and shoved it into his mouth.�
Just as fast, she shoved another piece into her own and cursed herself
for speaking out loud.

Well done.� Why don�t you just tell him everything right
now?� Tell him you love him, see if he
doesn�t choke on a piece of breath; bread be damned!� And see if you don�t do all you can to save your
assailant if he did.� Don�t you get it,
Cho?� He�s inside you; your heart, your mending
soul, your mind.� Loving him isn�t an
option or something you can avoid anymore, it�s done.� Accept it and let him�treat you like you�re
the only thing in his world. You know he will, he has, and he�s dying too right
now.� �It may not be�real, but the alternative of
acceptance�led you to the clouds��

Cho knew it only made sense to give in to Harry.� Graduation was in five months, and only then
would she be free of seeing him everyday.�
She�ll cry and she�ll miss him, but only then would she be free enough
to get over him.� In the meantime, and
seeing absolutely no way out of his arms and her heart, Cho exhaled her
acceptance.� It was going to be a long
holiday for certain; a long, tiring, heart ache inducing, undoubtedly sexually
gratifying week and a half.� And there
was sure to be sex, and lots of it, considering she was his faithful
concubine.� With no fight left in her,
Cho knew she was and would be thoroughly fucked.

�So that�s your plan, then isn�t it?� she suddenly said, as
if he was apart of her internal conversation.

Harry nearly choked once more on the sudden words and dry
bread concoction.� �Wh-what is,
Ch-Lov-Cho?�

�To fuck me every day, every hour for the holiday, I
suppose?� That is, of course, after you
heal,� Cho explained, ignoring his coughing then ripping a piece of roll away
and stuffing it into her mouth as she watched Harry stare into her eyes.� The seventh year, not having received an
answer, pulled off another piece of bread and held it toward the battered boy�s
mouth.

Harry�s good eye watched his victim.� Not so much as glancing at the tiny bit of
food dangling near him, he raised his functioning arm and took the piece out of
her slender fingers.� Silently, he
watched her and held the bread to the side for nearly a minute before
speaking.� �No,� he said simply, then
popped the food into his mouth.

Cho was taken aback by his one-word, and particular word at
that, comment that she stopped chewing.�
�No?� Oh, that�s right, you have
loads of detention assignments to do.� So
I�m to stay in my room and you come to take me when you have a moment.� I�ll truly be your faithful whore then,
wouldn�t I?�

The narrowing of the one green eye was slightly unnerving
for the Ravenclaw, but she refused to look away.� �You are NOT my whore, Cho!� Harry said
evenly through his swollen lips.� �I do
wish you�d stop saying that.�

�I do wish I could have gone home this holiday.� It seems we can�t all get what we want, can
we?� Trust me, I know it all too well,�
the seventh year replied.

�As do I,� Harry said distantly as he watched her.

The part of Cho that loved and cared about the Boy Hero knew
he was absolutely correct in is statement.�
He couldn�t win, at least not sanity, in their society of
hero-worshippers for the sixteen year old orphan.� The part of Cho that hated that she loved
him, cursed her for her concerned, then reminded her how he is living the
clich� of having his cake, and fucking his whore too.

�No, L-Cho,� Harry began again suddenly.� �If it�s not�what you want.�� The statement seemed odd to the Ravenclaw
coming from her Gryffindor assailant.

�If it�s not what I want?�
Come again?� the pretty girl asked.

Harry sighed as his formally narrowed green eye, saddened
quickly.� �This time�together�is not
about sex.� You�didn�t want me, Lo-Cho,�
he said painfully as he always did with that particular statement.� Cho�s mind told him that she wished that were
humanly possible.� �And�I didn�t know
what else to do, so�� BUT, I want
to�prove to you, Beautiful, that I don�t have to�make love to you
everyday.� Remember our lunch�date?��

Cho wanted to smack herself as the memory of their private
lunch caused the corner of her mouth to twitch.�
She wondered if that was the day her heart had gotten to the point of no
return.� Regardless, his ability to
abstain from sex for a lunch period, though admirable and sweet, was nothing
compared to well over a week.� Then
again, he usually lied to her, why stop now?

�Correction:� You want
to prove that you don�t have to fuck
me everyday,� Cho corrected, watching his sorrowful face become even more
pronounced.� �Besides, Harry, a lunch
period and eleven days are two very different spans of times.� And the first thing you did to me when we
were just barely alone yesterday was fuck
me on my common room sofa, did you not?�

�I made love to you!� he corrected quietly but
pointedly.� �I was hoping
that�perhaps�being alone and making love would�make you want me�again.� But only your�body responded to me�like
before, otherwise, you were�distant.� I
don�t know what was worse, not having you, or having you when you seemed so
disconnected from me?� Still, I wanted to
believe it was�okay.� Then you allowed us
to fall asleep together, I thought, perhaps hoped, I misread you.�

�I�wasn�t asleep�� Cho said before she could stop
herself.� No, I had a running commentary in my mind of your voice telling how
much of a whore I am, that you made me, that I was presently being!

Harry sighed.� �That�doesn�t
surprise me now,� he mumbled sadly.� �But
what happened on the Dark Tower�was your doing, Cho, not mine�though you still
seemed�distant and�� Harry�s words
trailed away as he suddenly found it difficult to look at her.� He took a noticeable breath once more before
speaking again.� �Point is, L-Cho, I�can
show you that�I don�t necessarily want to be alone with you�to sleep with
you.� I want to�prove that too you.� So we don�t have too�if you don�t want too.�

The Ravenclaw stared blankly at the Gryffindor, though
emotionless was the complete opposite of what she felt inside.� Her mind echoed with words of disbelief, but
she only used Marietta�s
method of communication to express herself.�
The loud sucking of her teeth and careless ripping of bread off the end
of the roll before popping into her mouth was all she had to say.� And the Boy-Who-Lived looked devastated.

�I�ll�show you, Cho,� Harry mumbled sadly, looking away when
she offered him a piece of bread.

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

�Lov-Cho, don�t go, please?�
You don�t have to sleep in my bed, but maybe�Ron�s or one of the
others�just�I rather you�not leave,� Harry begged as Cho finished giving him
his final dose of medicine and rechecked his wounds after declaring she was
going to bed.

The pretty Ravenclaw rolled her eyes after she adjusted
Harry�s pillow behind his head.� �Right,
Harry, so I may wake up with a battered boy lying in excruciating pain next to
me.� Or as you like to do, wake me up
with you inside of me.�

Harry had worn the solemn look on his face the entire day,
and her comment only made it more pronounced.�
Even though Cho had accepted her lot in his life, she still couldn�t
give in so easy right away.� He would
have to suffer a little more than her fight had provided him.

�I�wouldn�t, L-Cho, please,� Harry begged, reaching for her
hand and grabbing it briefly before letting go quickly as if it were on
fire.� It was the first time he had
grabbed her since he dragged her into the common room for his rightful
thrashing.� Something inside the
Ravenclaw warmed at his much needed, for both of them, touch.� �Stay�I don�t want you to be�alone.�

Cho shook her head at him as she re-patched his eye.� �Hmph, forever selfish Harry; all about what
you want,� she said with forced exasperation, needing to get out as quickly as
possible for his words were starting to tug at her fortitude to stay
strong.� Cho wanted nothing more to
ignore the image in her mind of her curling up next to Harry in his bed and holding
him while she slept.� But spending an
entire day with him in the Gryffindor boys� dormitory made images like that
flash through her mind at random anyway.�
�No, I�m going to bed�alone.�
You�re not to move from this bed, do you understand me?� I�ll be back in the morning to check on
you.� And Dobby will alert me if you have
any trouble during the night.�

�But, Love�er, Cho��

Before she could stop herself, the pretty girl leaned down
and kissed Harry�s scar, causing him to shudder, causing him to reach for her
but just missed her as she pulled away.�
�G�night, Harry.�� Ignoring his
protests, Cho left the sixth year Gryffindor boys� dormitory.

She had taken the walk from the one Tower to her own on
several occasions and never bumped into anyone.�
However, now, the castle seemed even more secluded.� The idea that she was about to enter her
empty Tower, to sleep in her empty room, inside the possibly seven occupied
castle made going to bed alone seem stupid.�
But Cho had to prove her point.�
That she could at least show some restraint against her weakness for
Harry.� It would be her Christmas present
to herself.� Though the Ravenclaw knew
this restraint wouldn�t last her a week.

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

The sun shined through the window of the Ravenclaw seventh
year girls� dormitory.� Cho�s pretty
brown eyes greeted the beams of lights on the Christmas morning.� Normally waking up on Christmas morning meant
an instant smile on her face.� She had to
admit last year, she was beaming from the moment she went to sleep on the Eve
to the moment she woke up after coming from her first kiss with Harry.� But this Christmas morning wasn�t greeted
with unwavering smiles and fluttering hearts.�
Well, there was a fluttering heart, an aching one, and one that still
pined for the boy that put a smile on her face just one year ago.�

Last year when she woke up, the first thing Cho thought
about was where Harry was, what was he doing, what did he get for Christmas,
and was he thinking of her that morning and their kiss.� But as Cho sat up this Christmas morning,
Harry was still first on her mind, but the mysteries she mulled over last year
had all been answered.� Once again, Marietta�s bed was
occupied from what Cho could see over her mound of presents at the foot of her
bed.� Harry was lying in a fetal
position, clutching his side painfully in his sleep.

�Harry!� Cho shouted.�

The shrill tone of her voice woke the hurting Gryffindor,
startling him so much, he sat up too quickly for his healing body.� �AH!� he nearly shouted, clutching his side
but still trying to focus his glassless one eye on her.� �Ha-happy Christmas, Bea-beautiful,� he
struggled to say.

Cho wanted to slap the ailing Gryffindor.� How foolish he was to get out of bed in his
condition?� She told him he only needed
one more night of rest to heal properly, but she wasn�t dealing with a
Ravenclaw.� Bloody Gryffindors� she thought to herself.�

Still, being called �beautiful� first thing in the morning
wasn�t so bad, regardless if it was the truth or not.

The Ravenclaw hated herself.

�I told you to stay in bed, Harry!� she yelled.� �Why on earth did you decide it best to come
here this morning?� I would have come to
check on you after I opened my presents!�
I swear�� she lied, knowing she would have skipped her presents to check
on him first.

Love was a pathetic state of being.

�I�didn�t come here�this morning,� Harry struggled to say as
he stood up from the bed.� Holding the
post for dear life with his good hand, he tried to straighten himself up.� �I�slept on the sofa in your common room�last
night.�� Cho wondered if she should use
her wand or her bare hands to reopen his wounds.� �I didn�t want you to be in the Tower
alone�again, Lo-Cho.� OUCH!� he yelled
clutching his side.

�Get.� Over.� Here.�
Now!� the Ravenclaw ordered through clenched teeth.� Harry did as he was told and Cho mumbled
mutinously his entire walk over.� �I told
you NOT to get out of bed!� If you�ve
hindered any of the healing process for your bloody, hormone driving, heroics,
so help me, Harry, I may just add a few more bruises in which to heal!� Lay down!��
Cho scooted over and opened her blankets, allowing Harry to climb into
her bed.� Once he was settled in, and as
she continued to mumble under her breath, the future Healer checked and
rechecked his wounds, previously broken or fracture bones, and any of the open
gashes he may have ruptured.�

In the process of checking him, Cho�s bare knee rested at
his side.� Harry seemed more conscious of
that then the pain as his bandaged wrist hovered over his stomach until she
checked his ribs; held up in the air as she check it and his fingers; then
didn�t quite know where to go as she worked on his patched eye.� The only place was down at his side since she
ordered him not to touch his ribs, and down on his side meant on her bare
knee.� But the Boy Hero seemed reluctant,
if not terrified, to touch the seventh year.�
At least without permission.

�L-Cho?� he began, as she continued muttering healing,
bandaging, and examining spells, mixed with questions of his sanity.

�What?� Cho growled, checking him diligently.

�I�my�arm can�t�go anywhere but�I mean�may I rest my
wrist�on your�leg?� ONLY because I can�t
touch my ribs you said and I haven�t any other place to put it,� he added
quickly.

Cho huffed in frustration.�
�Oh, for goodness sakes, Harry!� she said frustratingly, and laid his
arm on her knee as she continued working on his eye.� Harry�s fingers had healed fine and were free
to wiggle.� However, resting on the
seventh year�s knee, they were as stiff as the moment she put the stints on
them the day before.� Cho noticed the
rigid formation of his fingers, seeming to terrified to lower and touch the
skin of her leg, and it eased her frustration giving her a need to giggle.� But she refrained from it; just barely.

I suppose that means
he�s really trying to prove it to me� she thought.� This
should be interesting to say the least�

Cho placed her focused back on his damaged eye.� There was a contemptuous blue surrounding the
area of his eye socket, and the lovely green she adored was donned with red
streaks.� The Ravenclaw had seen these
red streaks before in his eyes, particularly on those days he could only stare
at her after having not touched for several of them.� But she knew these remnants of pain were not
due to lack of sex.� However, other than
the streaks of red, Harry�s eye had healed almost perfectly.� The unfriendly blue would stay a little while
longer, leaving the green eye battered and ugly.�

As it looked up at her with its mixture of red, green, and
what seemed like admiration, Cho felt a tinge of regret after she was
done.� Before she realized what she was
doing, the seventh year was leaning down toward the bruised eye and placed a
long, soft kiss on the closed eye lid.�
The Gryffindor seemed to be holding his breath the entire time.� �If there�s one thing I regret,� she
whispered after raising her head slightly from his face, and gently rubbing the
corner of his eye with the back of her fingers, �it�s damaging your eyes��

Harry noticeably swallowed and Cho felt the tip of one of
his fingers brushed the skin of her leg.�
Though swallowing and sneaking in a quick feel, the Gryffindor kept his
eyes on her.� �I deserved it, Love�I
mean�Cho,� he whispered back with less fortitude in saying her name correctly
as he had before.

Cho could feel his breath gently caress her lips as she
hovered over him, trying to find the strength to sit back up.� Harry�s hands were trying their best not to
touch the pretty seventh year as she felt his newly mended fingers stiffen once
more, and his other hand hovered in the air beside their heads unsurely.� �You�re right, Harry,� Cho whispered slowly,
suddenly.� �You bloody well deserve it,�
she said nonchalantly with more voice as she sat up straight.� �Now stay put, and do not disobey me again,
or you�ll find those newly mended ribs fractured once more.� Am I understood?�

She watched his non-bespectacled eyes watching her as if he
could see her clearly.� Cho also watched
a smile tug at his lips, though he didn�t let it get too far.� �Yes, Cho.�

Moving his wrist to rest on his stomach, Cho pulled back her
end of the blankets.� �Why don�t I
believe you?� she asked, and watched the tiny teasing smile on his face
disappear.� �Anyway, I�m going to open my
presents.��

With that, the seventh year sat up on her knees and crawled
down toward the end of her bed.� There
was a noticeable grunt that sounded behind her.�
Cho thought from the force of it, she had forgotten to administer a
pain-relief charm to some place on Harry�s body.� But there hadn�t been many place he needed
it, since he was healing just about everywhere.�
The Ravenclaw peeked down at the Boy Hero in her bed and saw his
glassless eyes focused on her�but not her face.�
Cho had forgotten, least that�s the story she was sticking too in her
mind, that she was wearing only a short button down pajama top and lacy pink
underwear.� She hadn�t expected to have
company that early Christmas morning.�
Oh, no, wait, she did.

Ignoring his inability to look away from her bottom, Cho
continued to crawl the rest of the way down.�
The Ravenclaw still loved being on display for him.� But she didn�t mean to lightly wiggle her
backside in the process of picking out which present she wanted to open
first.� Another grunt from behind her
indicated that Harry hadn�t meant to watch.�

Like what you see, do
you?� Let�s see if you refrain from
touching this as well! Cho thought.

Don�t be silly,
Cho!� You stay in this position for too
long, you�ll either find your panties ripped and something suddenly shoved
inside you, or your panties ripped and a face between your cheeks!� The Ravenclaw shuddered, trying to shake away
the sudden flush of heat that went through her body.� An even more painful grunt sounded behind
her, echoing her sentiment.

Okay, get a bloody
grip before you�get a bloody grip on him!

Cho opened her legs a little more, then noticed the bed
shifting slightly behind her before sitting back on her heels.� Her seated position didn�t hinder the view at
all; her tiny top left little to the imagination.� Then again, there wasn�t much more Harry had
to imagine, he had seen the Ravenclaw inside and out.� Still, she loved his reaction or suffering,
which ever one it may be.

Being that being on display for Harry had always made Cho
hot, she needed something to combat her growing desire.� The savior was on top of the pile of presents
with the words �From:� Daddy� written on
the tag.� It was as if she sat in ice
water and she appreciated it.� After
opening the gift, the Ravenclaw gasped. �It was an advance book on healing charms since
she was start to take personal classes with Madam Pomfrey after the holiday
break.� Sitting back up on her knees, Cho
flipped through the book for something specific, something she thought she�d
have to break into the Infirmary to find.

�Excellent!� she said suddenly, then turned to crawl up the
bed toward Harry who was presently covering his eyes with his good hand.� Something else caught the Ravenclaw�s eye as
well as she sat next to him.� �I�thought
I told you not to get up at all, Harry,� Cho said coolly.

Harry uncovered his eyes and narrowed them at her.� �I haven�t, Lo-Cho!� I swear!� he pleaded in his confusion.

Cho tried to hide the smirk on her face.� �Then what do you suppose that is, then?� she
questioned, then nodded toward the tinted blanket at his mid-section.

Harry�s face was suddenly beet red.� He closed his eyes and tried to shift himself
and the blanket over his erection.�
�I�I�I�I�m sorry, Cho.�
I�couldn�t�help��

The seventh year finally let out her not-so-well-suppressed
giggle.� �Sure you couldn�t, Harry,� she
said sarcastically, though she knew it was the truth.� �Now lie still.� I want to try this spell on your ribs.� It may just heal you completely.� Pity that, think you should have suffered a
little while longer, don�t you?� she said, with a smile on her lips.

�Believe me, Love�er�Cho, I am suffering,� Harry replied
earnestly.

After administering the spell to his ribs perfectly,
allowing him to sit up and lay down without an ounce of pain, Cho continued to
open her presents.� After curing the pain
in his torso, the pretty girl decided it best to add to the pain in his still
highly attentive mid-section.� She hadn�t
kicked him out of her bed now that he was better, but she made sure to try on
all the clothing her mother, sister, grandmother, and even her brother�s
Tornadoes t-shirt that was sent to her.�
She however, made a conscious decision not to tease him with the lacy
black teddy Cormac had sent her.�
Instead, and disgusted, she buried it deep in the wrapping paper before
her assailant could see it.�

But the flash on and off of her in nothing but her pink
panties provided Cho with her objective.�
Harry had given up trying to hide his erection, given up on trying to
focus on other things but her, but had not given up on his promise not to
pursue her sexually.� They laughed and
talked while she teased him senseless with her Christmas presents, but Harry
remained glued to the side of her bed with his hands white knuckling the
sheets.� Cho had to admit that she was
impressed by his fortitude.� It was
endearing.

Standing half naked in front of him with no more presents to
open, Cho looked at her discard pajama top and decided against putting it back
on.� Harry watched her body hungrily, but
plastered a fake smile on his face to keep himself from drooling.� Then she realized that she was the only one
who had opened presents on that Christmas morning.� �Harry?�
Did you check your dormitory for presents?�

�No,� Harry said, trying to raise his eyes from her breasts
to her eyes.� �I�� For Christmas, your presents appear at the
bottom of wherever you�re sleeping.� My
gifts were at the foot of the couch this morning when I woke up to come up
here.� I�haven�t opened them yet.� I just�wanted to be�up here�when you woke
up.�

Cho considered him for a second.� �I see.�
You disobeyed my orders you mean to be here when I woke up.�

Harry lowered his head.�
�Yes, Cho.� I�m�sorry.�

�Well�you should go opened them, Harry, because I�m going to
go take a shower.� Alone,� Cho explained
dismissively.

�Oh�um, alright,� Harry stuttered, looking oddly nervous.

Cho wondered about his present demeanor, but didn�t dwell on
it.� Instead, she wanted to get one last
tortuous shot in before she left.�
Pretending not to be paying any attention to him, she slowly pulled down
her pink panties as she hummed a holiday tune to herself.� Completely naked now, she tossed the
underwear on the bed near him.� It was as
if he had held his breath the entire time because when she turned around and
walked toward the bathroom door, he finally exhaled.

�See you at breakfast,� she said over her shoulder, not
receiving any response as she entered the bathroom.

Cho stood just behind the closed door.� She had to admit her tease had made her hot
as well, so her shower would be, at best, lukewarm.� But the seventh year was curious to see if
Harry would take that erection that had her mouth watering, and decide to join
her in the bathroom.� He never showed
restraint when it came to her.� When he
wanted to fuck her, he did, and well.�
The most she had ever seen him resist her was when she was pushing him
away for nearly two weeks.� Cho marveled
at his strength then, though he looked absolutely miserable, and she marveled
at his strength now.� Maybe he could do
without sex for a�

Cho�s thoughts were interrupted by a light moan coming from
her bedroom.� Cracking the door gently,
she peeked out.� The angle gave her full
view of her bed.� It also gave her a full
view of what was happening on her bed.�
That mouth watering erection of the reluctant hero was up and out, being
stroked furiously in his good hand.� The
Gryffindor�s other hand was on his face holding something pink, and slightly
wet as she remembered.� His back was
arching as he jerked off on her bed, inhaling her scent from her panties.� And, moaning in them as well.

�God�Love��
Ssss�Cho�oh�Beautiful�� Harry moaned as his fist pumped his
manhood.� �Cho�mmmm�please�Love��

Cho felt added moisture between her legs now.� Watching him pleasure himself in her bed was
too much for her, to her surprise.� And
to her surprise, she felt her clitoris being fondled.� The seventh year looked down to see her own
slender fingers between her folds stroking her clit.� She stuffed her other fingers in her mouth so
as to not make any noise as she watched Harry and pleasured herself.� Separated but pleasuring themselves while
fantasizing or watching the other felt better to the Ravenclaw than the two
bouts of sex they had on the first day of their holiday. �It felt even more intimate because they both
wanted it, not just one wanting the other, and the other two numb and in love
to care.

But climax would end their separated intimate moment.� Harry called out her name so loudly, she
wondered if she would have heard it in the shower.� He began to spray his hand, stomach, and even
high enough to sprinkle her pink panties on his face with his semen.� The Ravenclaw�s mouth was pooling with saliva
at the sight of his wasted leavings and she sucked her fingers harder.� Her other fingers were drenched in what often
erupted inside her when Harry came before she did.� Even in a separate room, he had the power to
make her cum from his orgasm.

As he lay panting and satiated on her bed, Cho closed the
door quietly and leaned against the wall trying to gather herself as well.� But before her legs totally gave out on her,
Cho headed for her much needed shower.
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