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Chapter 33 – Flood
Gates Shattered
“Are you happy now?” Cho asked Harry, smiling and lying
naked underneath him.
Harry, sitting up on his elbows above her, wore a grin that
would be enough to answer. “Yes,” he
said happily. “And we’ve destroyed the
ruddy bastard’s desk in the process as well.
Bloody brilliant, that!”
After the two woke up that morning after the first night of
being together, they made love again.
Well, Cho rode Harry until he woke up.
His waking up had only been a bonus, not her intentions. The two made love like they hadn’t in ages,
though they had just done it the night before.
Running late to breakfast, hands clasped together, they stood in front
of the Great Hall trying to get the courage to go inside knowing it meant
letting go of each other. One extra long
hug to hold them over through breakfast proved to be their undoing, and with
hands still clasped together, they didn’t enter the Great Hall. Stomach’s growling, Harry and Cho decided,
well Harry begged and Cho conceded, to go down to the dungeons to fulfill one
of Harry’s long time fantasies.
Now the two lay naked, sexually satisfied and wrapped in
blankets in the new Defense classroom, Snape’s old potions lab, on top of his
desk. The former Potions Master’s tools,
quills, papers and what-nots concerning Defense Against the Dark Arts, lay
scattered, shattered, or crumpled on the floor.
“You were brilliant, Love,” Harry said, kissing her
chin. “Now when I come in here, I’ll
have something to smile about.”
Cho giggled, playing with a few sweat drenched tresses
matted to his scarred forehead. “What do
you mean?”
Kissing her nose, he smiled deviously. “Every time I come to Defense now, all I’ll
see is your beautiful body underneath me as we made love on his desk. He’ll wonder why I’m grinning so brightly
during his class. He’ll more than likely
give me detention for it, of course. But
who cares, it will be well worth it. My
main objective will only be to leave without any one noticing the erection I’ll
surely have!” They both laughed together
at his statement.
“Well, I’m glad I could make class just that much better for
you, Harry,” said Cho. “I’m sure after
class now, I’ll be…a bit moist below as well.”
Harry’s smiling eyes watched hers for a moment in
silence. “Well, that’s at least twice
we’ll be together. I’ll definitely be
seeking you out after Defense, Love. And
I hope you come looking for me after your class as well.”
Cho looked at him in mock indignation. “My goodness, Harry, we have Defense in the
same day! That would be twice we’d have
sex!”
Harry snorted lightly.
“Love, its 11a.m. and we’ve made love twice already. I’m not sure we’ll be able to walk by dinner
time. It’s going to be a long day with
my beautiful girl.”
The seventh year had planned to retort, but his reference of
her being his beautiful girl, made
her close her mouth. Instead, she stayed
locked in his emerald gaze, and gently stroked his cheek in silence as they
smiled at each other.
I love you, Harry…
she thought, wanting to say it so bad, the tip of her tongue twitching behind
her teeth. Cho just hoped she’d make it
that week without telling him. This week?
Ha! I hope I can make it out of
this classroom without saying…
“O-HO! And what do we
have here?” a manic voice shrilled suddenly.
Harry turned around and looked as Cho looked up from underneath him to
see that Peeves the Poltergeist had just flown through the walls and into their
private world. “It’s the Potty and the
Cry-Baby! Makin’ it on ol’ Snivellus’s
desk, are we? EWWWW! Bet the professors would LOVE to hear about
that!”
Harry lifted himself up even more and glared at the
mischievous entity. “Sod off,
Peeves!” However, the moment he said it,
he watched Peeves black translucent eyes widened passed him. The Gryffindor could see out the corner of
his eyes that Cho was a bit too exposed.
Instantly, Harry pulled the blankets up around her.
“Whoa…” said the poltergeist mesmerized by Cho’s
breasts. “I’ve had me look up a few
skirts, but never have I seen…those…without…anything covering them…”
Cho could see the vein protruding out of Harry’s neck
indicating anger well before the entity began floating lower to get a closer
look. “Harry…calm down…he’ll tell
everyone. Let’s just…leave,” Cho
suggested quietly as the blanket was being pulled up to her neck and Harry was
nearly growling at Peeves. But instead
of doing as she requested while the ghost still floated downward, everyone’s
hero leapt out the blanket nude and unashamed, standing wand (only) poised at
Peeves.
“I said, fuck off, Peeves!” Harry snarled.
Peeves seemed to look right by Harry, and Cho felt his eyes
boring into her on the desk. Harry stood
even more so in front of her. “Potty,
one look, yeah, and I won’t tell a soul what ya’s doing here…”
“That’s it!” Harry
exclaimed, and with several circular motions with his wand, Peeves began to
ball up and rotate around as if in a transparent blender. He was moving so fast, Cho couldn’t even
recognize the basic shape of his silvery frame.
His facial features were, however and unfortunately, identifiable to the
Ravenclaw because they had extended from their normal placement and wrapped
around his spinning head. Cho felt
slightly nauseated seeing Peeves eyes, nose, tongue and lips wrapping around
his head.
The poltergeist began to scream as best he could.
“Ppppppppppppllllllllllllllllllleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaasssssssssssseeeeeeee…”
he begged.
Harry blew a raspberry as he twirled his wand. “Don’t like it, do you?” he laughed
maliciously. “Sod the Bloody Baron now,
Peeves! I’m the one you should
fear! Dumbledore has taught me a few
defense tactics against your kind, and I’m finding a much better use for them
now! Teach you to look at something that
doesn’t belong to you!”
What ‘doesn’t belong’ to
him? Not about my honor, I suppose! He’s jealous of a ruddy ghost! Damn it, Harry!
Cho sat completely up, wrapped the blanket around herself,
and slid off the table. “Harry! Harry, stop it! You’re…hurting him?” Cho wasn’t sure if that was true, but she
didn’t like the evil look in Harry eyes, and the pleasure he seemed to be
receiving from torturing the spirit.
Regardless, Harry wasn’t listening and continued on. That was until Cho
placed a nervous hand on his right arm.
Suddenly, Harry’s wand stopped twirling and so did Peeves. The twisted mess of the poltergeist crashed
into the floor, making a splattering sound the Ravenclaw didn’t think possible
for a spirit. And that’s where he lay,
twitching, spitting and mumbling incoherently.
“Look what you’ve done to him, Harry!
And all because you were jealous!
I don’t believe…” Cho closed the
blanket around herself tightly and leaving her clothes, shoes, Harry and the
battered poltergeist in the old potions lab as she left angrily.
After making it up the stairs out the dungeons and into one
of the main corridors laced with windows, Cho finally heard the stomping of
Harry’s feet running up behind her.
However, she heard his voice before that.
“Love! Love,
wait! Love!” Harry called out breathlessly. Finally catching up to her, Cho turned around
to see him holding her clothes and shoes in his hands, with most of his clothes
back on. “I’ve…I’ve…fixed him, Cho. He’s…all better now. Love, I’m sorry. Honestly, I don’t know what came over me, I
just…”
Cho backed away from him and sat her blanket covered bottom
on the ledge of the large windows lining the hall. “I’ll tell you why…” she stated irritably,
interrupting him, “it’s because you’re a jealous, pathetic little prat! That’s why, Harry!”
Harry lowered his head and nodded. “I…you’re right, Love. I am pathetic. I just didn’t like someone invading
our…privacy. And yes, I don’t like
anyone or…former anyones…looking at you.
Not the way I do…” he said ashamedly.
“No one looks at me the way you do, Harry!” Cho tried to say
angrily, though she was having difficulty with the extremely true statement.
Harry nodded toward the ground. “You’re right, Love. I know I’m possessive. I just…”
Cho couldn’t hold it any longer and she burst out laughing
in the hall. Harry’s head shot up in
surprise. “Love…” he said with much
confusion.
The Ravenclaw covered her mouth with her blanket covered
hand to keep from laughing any louder.
“Harry, I was only joking with you!”
Harry’s green gaze narrowed to nearly non-existent behind
his glasses. “So…hang on, you’re
not…angry with me?” he asked carefully.
Cho nodded profusely.
“Of course I am,” she answered honestly behind her smile. “Blimey Harry, how you could possibly think I
wanted anything other than what’s standing in front of me? Silly git!” she scolded and giggled. “I just wanted to get you out of there before
you did any major damage!”
Harry’s smile guided him all the way to his blanket covered
victim. “So you tricked me, you little
liar!” he sneered playfully, dropping her clothes to the ground and pulling
open her blanket covered arms.
Cho giggled once more while he put his arms around her bare
waist and pulled her naked body against his clothed one. “Hey,” she said, “you were the one who
promised not to lie, not me, Love!” The
sixth and seventh year both froze a little at her name. Both frozen with smiles, Cho bit her lip and
stared into his coyly.
Finally, Harry broke their silence. “So you’re meant to lie to me, are you?” he
said huskily, lowering his hands to her backside inside the blanket. “So all that this morning and just now on
Snape’s desk about how…good I feel and how much you want it was all…lies,
then?”
The Ravenclaw lifted her covered hands to his shoulders,
burying him even deeper inside the blanket haven. Still biting her lip and watching him shyly,
she nodded. Harry gasped
over-dramatically, and Cho imitated it right after.
“Is that right?
Reckon, I should do…something,” he began huskily once more, grinding his
newly developed erection against her thigh, “to redeem myself. Don’t you?”
Cho’s worried lip was back in her mouth trying to contain
her smile as she nodded once more at the Gryffindor. But it was a moan that finally escaped her
lips. “Mmmmm…” she said, as Harry’s
lips, teeth, and tongue made vicious contact with her neck. Keeping him locked in the blanket with her,
Cho’s breasts were suddenly being properly held, rubbed, pinched, and groped. Harry’s lips made urgent but purposeful
contact with every inch of her face before taking over her ear on the other
side, and slowly her neck. “Mmm, Harry!”
she whispered when one of his hands released her thoroughly pinched nipple, and
seeped between her moistening folds.
Feeling her clit stroked, her hard nipple pinched and prodded, and her
neck a meal in the hallway, the seventh year was nearly trembling with new
desire.
Unable to take it any more, she leaned her head back until
it was resting against the glass of the window.
Harry took to tasting and biting her chin as his hands wonderfully
molested her body inside the blanket.
Cho held onto the material with all her might, not wanting to let go of
it or release Harry from their tiny haven of ecstasy. An ecstasy that was soon to be elevated when
the seventh year felt both of his hands pull her thighs open even more. Cho anticipated entry. She wanted it. If she hadn’t been holding on to the blanket,
she would have yanked his dick out of his pants, shoved it inside her and made
it happen herself. But when she heard
the blissful unzipping of his jeans, Cho knew she wouldn’t have to wait much
longer.
Grabbing her by the waist with one hand, while holding his
penis with the other, Harry rammed himself into the pretty girl. It was a rough entry and Cho was grateful. She wanted it to remain that way. “Fuck me, Harry!” she ordered above a
whisper.
“Yes, Love,” was his breathy response, but it was the sudden
pounding into her cunt on the window ledge against the glass that gave her the
real answer.
“Oh, yes! Yes!” Cho nearly yelled, keeping her head back and
listening to her pussy being pounded by her assailant. She loved the squeaking noises their natural
juices made when they did it, and she lowered her hands to his biceps, opening
the blanket a little more just to hear it clearer. The extra space gave Cho the opportunity to
hear Harry’s pelvis slapping against her inner thighs and body. Compelled by the sounds, Cho looked down at
their connection.
Her creamy thighs were opened wide and resting on his forearms. She watched Harry’s dick disappearing and
reappearing out of her area covered by sparse black hairs. The Asian beauty listened to him moan with
each thrust, and whimper with each clenching of her muscles. With the light coming in from the window she
was being fucked against, Cho could see herself glistening off his occasionally
exposed penis. The veins that she often
licked, stroked or felt pulsating inside her when he came were throbbing on his
purpling erection. And what turned the
Ravenclaw on even more, was how easily he fit right into her over and over
again, though it felt like he was pulling her apart. Cho hissed and moaned as she watched herself
take him in and allowed him back out repeatedly, stroking him and squeezing him
with her pussy, while anticipating that blissful reward spraying inside her at
the end.
They were beautiful connected together, she thought. So much so in fact, the sight brought Cho to
that anticipated climax. With her head
lifting even higher to the ceiling, as Harry buried his face in her neck,
cumming as well, Cho couldn’t see the mixture of their climatic juices. She wouldn’t have been able too considering
how deep Harry pushed himself inside her too shoot off. But the Ravenclaw could feel it. Deep inside, her love was filling her with
his love. And that was better than
watching for Cho, because feeling Harry cum was what she loved the most.
Well, almost.
I love you, Harry…
she thought again, exhaustedly as she held him against her and they both leaned
her against the glass.
“Merlin, Love, that was fantastic,” Harry said to her cheek,
still trying to compose himself after his orgasm. “And you wonder why I love…being with you so
much…” Harry lifted his head and kissed
her forehead lazily. “So…many reasons…but
place that one close to the top,” his smile whispered before he kissed her
nose.
Cho watched his lidded eyes with her own. She tangled her fingers in his hair as he did
the same to her. “I think you like it a
little too much,” she joked. “That’s
three times today, Mr. Potter. Your
theory of being unable to walk by dinner was incorrect. It’s barely lunch and my legs are done in.”
Harry smiled brightly, and kissed the side of her smiling
mouth. “That’s alright, Beautiful,” he
said, pulling her reluctant hands away from his hair and shoulder. Stepping out of the blanket, he reached down
and picked up her clothing. Then before
Cho knew it, she too was scooped up in Harry’s arms. “I’ll carry you.”
After grabbing her clothes out of his hands and placing them
on her lap, Cho locked her arms around Harry’s neck. “Carry me where? Some other place to shag?” she quipped.
“God, no, Love! I’m
knackered!” Harry exclaimed. “Well…not
right…away…at least… Look, I’m making no
promises, but…” he snickered and Cho narrowed her eyes and did the same. “We…either need to rest or bathe…”
“Or both at the same time,” Cho said slyly, tightening her
arms around his neck and kissing his cheek.
Harry shook his head and smiled. “And you wonder why, Love…”
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Two miracles had taken place on December 30th. One, the newly-returned-to-sexual-activity
Harry and Cho made it through a long, hot bath without having sex. Though relaxing as it was, the two held onto
each other tightly as if they other would slip away and disappear under the
water. Secondly, an ecstatic but
exhausted-in-attempts-all-morning Dobby had finally managed to get the sexing
teens to sit down for a mid-afternoon meal before their next sexual
adventure. But Dobby soon left when
their feeding each other began to get a little risqué for the house-elf to
witness. However, before he did,
covering his eyes, he begged the two to have dinner at a decent hour that
evening. Their giggles agreed.
Now, five days before classes would start again, and three
and half before another student would step foot in Hogwarts, Cho sat at a desk
in her school uniform. The beauty wore a
smile in addition to her uniform as she watched the head of the Transfiguration
classroom she helped break into a few minutes prior. Her professor was not the Deputy Headmistress
of the school, and seemed not quite as knowledgeable of the subject even to
Cho’s level. But he was damn cute in his
school uniform, and her skirt harbored the area that felt it the most.
“Now, may I have a volunteer?” asked Professor Potter with a
smile. No one, or the only person in the
class rather, raised their hand. “No
one?” he asked, eyebrow cocked high behind his glasses. “I must say, I’m very disappointed in this
class. Now, I’ll ask again, and if I
don’t see a hand in the air, disciplinary actions will take place if I have to
choose,” he said sternly, eyeing his student.
Walking down the aisle, Harry stood to the side of Cho’s desk. The Ravenclaw did all she could to contain
her smile as she looked nervously up at her teacher. “May I have a volunteer, please?” he asked.
No one raised their hand.
Corners of the only two mouths in the room, however, did rise.
“Well, since you seemed to think this is funny, Miss Chang,
I choose you to make an example of to the class!” Harry decided.
Cho gasped behind her smile.
“Me, sir? That’s not fair!”
“Not fair? If it
wasn’t, you wouldn’t be smiling right now, would you? Mocking me with that…lovely mouth of yours,”
he said, looking lustfully at her lips.
Slowly, Cho licked her lips while he watched her mouth. “I’m…sorry, sir,” she said quietly. “I suppose my…mouth should make up
for…mocking you.”
Harry seemed taken aback for a moment as if they weren’t
playing a game. She loved having that
effect on him no matter what they did.
“Uh…yes, I…uh…think you should, Miss Chang.”
Cho turned toward him in her seat, mouth watering in hopes
of what his discipline may be. Eyes
locked on hers, Harry opened his robes, and undid his pants. The Ravenclaw had to keep herself from
grabbing what she wanted, trying to stay in character of the naughty
student. But when Harry pulled out his
erection, she was thankful she didn’t have to wait much longer.
“Now, open your mouth, Miss Chang,” Harry commanded in a
husky a voice.
Cho slid forward in her seat toward him. “Yes, sir,” she said and opened her
mouth. Harry’s hand slid under her
ponytail and eased her head forward until he was safely in her mouth. The seventh year abandoned her role
instantly, and began sucking Professor Potter hard. “Mmmmmmm…” she moaned from deep down inside
her mending-even-more soul, loving the taste and feel of him inside her mouth. She let out another moan, then grabbed his
sweater and the base of his member as he hit the back of her throat over and
over again.
“Merlin, Love!” Harry whimpered, locking his fingers in her
hair for support as she blew him fiercely.
Cho could feel him tugging a little too hard at her scalp, but she knew
he wasn’t doing it purposely. The force
of her oral pleasuring and the lack of things to hold on too, was throwing her
love off balance. There was no wall
against his back like there normally was when she sucked him off in the halls
or a classroom. There was no chair
underneath him with her on her knees between his legs that he could melt
into. There was no bed underneath his
body that he could white knuckle when her pretty face was bobbing up and down
on his appendage. And there was no bed
underneath her to keep them balanced when he was on his knees over her head
pumping his dick into her mouth.
No. Cho knew and secretly hoped
that by the end of this, Harry would fall to the floor.
And by the way he was trembling, it would seem that he
would.
Eager for it, Cho stroked him as she sucked. The veins of his penis pulsated on her tongue
as they always did just for her. And she
licked at her old friends, swirling her tongue around his head and down his
shaft, while savoring the taste of him.
Harry, however, was having much difficulty as she had her
fun. “Oh…shit, Cho…I don’t think…I can…I
can… Oh, God, Love…” Harry moaned,
trying hard not to pull her hair, but unable to control himself.
“Hmph!” Cho grunted with her mouth full, feeling herself
wetting her skirt from the erotic sensation of having her hair pulled. She wanted more. Lightly, but purposefully, Cho allowed her
teeth to bite his shaft.
“FUCK!” Harry nearly shouted, clenching his fist in her
hair. The harder pull caused Cho to claw
his waist through his sweater and shirt underneath. Her pussy was now throbbing with need, and
she wondered if he came would she too just from the sheer heat coursing through
her body.
And Cho was would soon find out. Harry yelled out something incoherently and
soon began ejaculating into her pretty mouth.
In her mind, Cho sputtered out just as many incoherent words as he was
from the pleasure. Drinking him down
dutifully and selfishly, however, the horny seventh year found that she was not
cumming with her love. He, fortunately,
did do as she hoped. After Cho
reluctantly released his dick from her wanton mouth, Harry crumpled to the
floor.
The satiated, desperately breathing, exhausted, completely
spent mess of Harry Potter sat in a heap on the floor of the classroom. Barely able to keep himself up with his hand,
Cho licked her lips and watched him hungrily.
Swallowing the remnants of him in her mouth, savoring the taste, she
wanted nothing more than to push on his back, lift up her skirt and sit on his
face so he may feed on her as she did him.
But the trembling hero was spared as Cho simply crossed her legs,
meshing her sopping wet folds together to keep her desire under control…for the
time being.
“Blimey, Love….” Harry breathed, and then rubbed the sweat on
his forehead through his hair. “I
mean…Miss Chang.”
Cho didn’t say a word.
She only watched her assailant trying to do all he could to compose
himself. So quietly she sat, sure her
ponytail was askew considering how much he pulled at her hair underneath it.
Ten minutes later, a couple of changes had been made in the
Transfiguration classroom. One, Harry
was no longer on the floor. The Chosen
One had managed to get himself together and not sexually assaulted by his
victim. So in front of the classroom he
stood once more, pretending to teach.
The second change came from the Ravenclaw. She still sat boiling with desire, feeling
sure she could see straight through Harry’s clothing. But now Cho was irritated because she wanted
more, but her love wanted to continue the game.
Through her irritation, she barely heard what he was saying. But suddenly, something caught her attention.
“So the lesson today is not in your school book. This is by demonstration only. I will…again,” he smiled at his only student,
“need a volunteer.” The Ravenclaw’s hand
shot in the air quickly in effort to keep it from going under her skirt. The
‘professor’ smiled brightly and nodded.
“Well done, Miss Chang. Would you
please come to the front of the class?” he asked casually.
Unsmiling, Cho got up from her desk, and walked toward
McGonagall’s larger one. Harry held out
his hand to help her up the two steps to the desk’s platform. Then he walked her to the side of it, held
her waist, and positioned her back on the edge. “Now, Miss Chang, I trust as a proper
Ravenclaw student, you were taking notes?” he asked.
Cho bit her lip and looked nervously at Professor
Potter. She didn’t even know what the
demonstration was to be about, she had been so distracted. “Um, no, sir, I’m sorry. I…”
“It’s quite alright, Miss Chang,” Harry’s bright smile said
turning slyer. “I’ll just show you.”
Cho nearly smiled when Harry’s strong hands took a hold of
her waist, but she gasped instead when she felt herself lifted off the ground,
and placed on the desk. McGonagall’s
desk was high, and the Ravenclaw knew that Harry couldn’t fuck her standing up
at that height. She thought, perhaps,
he’d climb desk and take her like he did on Snape’s that morning.
But that didn’t seemed to be the lesson for the day when she
felt him scooting her back further on the desk, and him standing between her
open knees. “Now, Miss Chang, if you
would be so kind as to lay back,” Harry requested, and Cho didn’t hesitate to
do as she was told. “Thank you. And would you mind lifting your skirt for
me?” he asked casually. His airy tone
turned the seventh year on even more, and she lifted her skirt as
requested. “Excellent.” Harry eyed her panty-less mid-section and
licked his lips. That fueled her desire
even more so, and the pretty girl was sure that if he didn’t hurry,
McGonagall’s desk was going to get just a little wet.
“Now the best technique in achieving this form of
Transfiguration is to lift the legs of the girl, and open them wide…” Harry
explained to no one but the student on the desk as he did what he said. Cho could feel a breeze hit her open and wet
vagina, but it wasn’t enough to cool her off.
“Sometimes this particular spell can be done with just your fingers…” he
began again. Then Harry licked two of
his fingers, and gently placed them in her folds. Cho hissed a little from the touch of his
fingers between her swollen lips. Then
once more when she felt his thick fingers easily slide up and down her soaked
folds.
“Mmm…” she moaned on the large desk when he teased her clit,
trying to keep herself from calling out his name or begging him to take her.
“And then…” Cho
noticed Harry’s tone had gone low and husky with desire as his fingers danced
in along her pussy and over her nub.
“…sometimes…you have to put your fingers…inside…”
“Hmph!” Cho moaned once more behind her bitten lip when
Harry’s fingers slide inside her. The
few papers on McGonagall’s desk were being pushed to the side or crumbled in
the Ravenclaw’s hands as Harry’s fingers fucked her as part of the
demonstration.
“You see…sometimes this can be enough to accomplish…”
Cho shook her head on the desk. “No…no…not enough!” she said pleadingly.
Harry nodded his head to no one, because Cho’s eyes were
closed and her head was back as his fingers continued to take her. “But of course the best way to accomplish the
spell is to use your mouth…” And soon,
Cho felt hot breath on her hot snatch and the tongue she loved lapping up
between her folds.
“YES!” Cho moaned, arching her back and spreading her legs
open even more for Harry to have his meal.
And have his meal he did.
Harry’s thick tongue imitated his fingers originally, gliding up and
down between her lips. The tip of his
tongue tickled the tip of her clit and Cho nearly screamed. Flicking it quickly, repeatedly, the pretty
girl couldn’t take it. One of her hands,
after knocking everything off the side of the large desk, grabbed the edge and
held on tight. Her other hand found its
fingers tangled in Harry’s hair.
She had to feel him doing it to her with her hand. She had to feel his head nodding and circling
as his tongue did the same in her wet pussy.
Cho wanted to keep his head there, hoping to feel his moans of tasting
her vibrate through her femininity. She
wasn’t disappointed either because as soon as Harry’s tongue entered her hole
that solely belong to him, his taste buds gave the signal to his vocals chords,
and Cho felt that natural splendid vibration of being enjoyed. And soon she felt his arms go under her thighs,
then his strong hands holding her hips keeping her spread as he picked up his
efforts in eating her.
“Oh, Harry…oh…Harry…” Cho moaned freely, abandoning their
game.
Turning her head to the side and keeping her back arched
while he ate her mercilessly, Cho opened her eyes. She looked over the rows of empty desks that
in a few short days would be filled with her fellow seventh years. It went without saying for the Ravenclaw that
Harry had changed Transfiguration for her forever. Now every time she sat in that classroom, she
would see herself lying on her back on the desk, her creamy white legs spread
open, her hand white knuckling the edge and Harry’s head devouring her
pussy.
But the pretty girl almost wished that those empty desks
were filled at that moment. She wanted
the world to see her love pleasing her, pleasuring her, tasting and savoring
her. Cho wanted others to watch him make
her cum hard, and then climb on the desk to hold her afterward. She wanted others see to his glistening lips
give her slow light kisses all over her face.
Cho wanted everyone to hear him whispered to her about how good she
tasted and how beautiful she was. She
wanted them to hear the giggle afterward and the exchange of whispered lovers’
jokes. But what she really wanted was
for everyone to see them leave that classroom together hand in hand once she
had strength enough to walk.
Cho had wanted their private world to be known to the public
in the beginning so that the ‘they’ can keep him away from her. Then the seventh year did all she could to
keep their private world just that, private.
Now she wanted it known for a different reason.
“Oh, Harry, I’m going to…cum!” she moaned to the ceiling,
arching her back even more, and drenching his tongue and lips. The sounds of his sucking her inner lips and
slurping up her leavings mixed in with her climatic yells, caused the pretty
Asian girl to break several of her nails as she clung to the edge of the large
desk.
It wasn’t long before Cho was in the middle of what she had
thought of moments before she came.
Locked in Harry’s arms on the professor’s desk, she had already been
told she was beautiful and was receiving her gentle kisses that were used to
accent little quips about their sexual games that day. Happy with everything, the only thing that
made Cho sigh as they walked out of the classroom, hands clasped tightly
together was that no one sat at the desks to witness it.
“By the way, Harry, what bit of Transfiguration was that
supposed to be?” Cho snickered, holding his hand around her waist.
Harry smiled. “Oh,
turning a human form into jelly.”
Cho nodded as her legs wobbled. “Well done.”
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Dear Cho,
I have EXTRORDINARY news! But I
can’t tell you until I get back to school, sorry, mate. But you won’t believe it! Let me tell you though, Flourish and Blotts
will never be the same for me again!
Sounds like you may have things to tell me as well when I get
back. You seem A LOT happier than you
were when I left. I hope everything is
well. I miss you, mate. Can’t wait to see you! Can’t wait to get back to school!
Don’t ask!
Love, Terry
P.S. Happy New Years…Eve!
“May we go now, Love?” Harry whispered to Cho as she folded
her letter from Terry.
The Ravenclaw shook her head lightly, scooted away from the
Gryffindor and glanced at the faculty table.
Professor Trelawney, who looked completely out of place at the table,
and Professor McGonagall hadn’t noticed the exchanged between the two students
as she had fear they may have. “Harry…I
allowed you to sit next to me, but…” Cho began, whispering.
“Allowed me, Love?
You were just as reluctant to come in as I was, not wanting to let go of
me outside the doors. All after fighting
me off this morning stating that ‘we must make an appearance at breakfast, or
people will become suspicious!’” he said, making sure to imitate her
voice…badly.
Cho did not appreciate the lesser of his talents, and
scowled privately at the sixth year.
“Regardless, Harry, we’re in here now.
I’ve had to fight your hands away under the table for the past fifteen
minutes. You’ve barely touched your
food, unless I’m considered a proper meal….SHUT IT!” she whispered loudly as he
opened his devilish grin to retort. “It’s
just a good thing we’re not sitting with Eden and Ryan, they would notice.”
“Then we have to leave, Cho,” Harry said pointedly. “I can’t go much longer without touching
you. I’m spoiled. I must have my hands on you at all times of
the day. There, I admit it. I’m a git.
Now let’s go so that I may molest you properly and without
interruptions, Love.”
The Ravenclaw tried to suppress her giggle and keep her
scowled. Instead of achieving it, she
thought it better to distract him.
“Fine, Harry,” she said, standing up suddenly. “Let’s go, then.”
But she didn’t even have to finish the word ‘let’s’ before
her Gryffindor was on his feet. As soon
as the two made it the doors, Cho hoped the four people in the Great Hall
didn’t see Harry grab her hand and pull her out the dining area.
“My goodness, Harry, someone could have seen you do that,
you know?” Cho scolded, though she secretly wished he would do that in a Great
Hall full of students.
Harry shrugged his shoulders as they walked. “So what?
Let them be jealous. Well…let
Ryan be jealous I suppose, because no one else in there likes girls.” Then Harry lifted his arm that was holding
Cho’s hand over her head. Soon, the
Ravenclaw was pressed up against her love, still holding his hand, as they walked
down the hall. Harry wrapped his other
arm around her waist, and kissed her temple.
“I’m spoiled,” he whispered in her ear.
Cho couldn’t help but smile.
“Me too,” she whispered in returned.
They continued their walk to nowhere, talking briefly about
their letters. “So only the one from
Hermione, then?” Cho asked.
Harry nodded on the side of her head. “She’s the only one I wrote too.”
Cho sighed, confused.
“Why, Harry?”
Now Harry sighed.
“Because I fancy her,” he said simply.
The seventh year stopped them dead in their tracks. “Excuse me?”
She could feel Harry shrug his shoulders. “I fancy her.
Didn’t I tell you that?”
Cho squeezed his hand hard enough to make him scream out in
pain, and then pulled out his grasp to stomp away. “Love, wait!” she heard him snicker, running
up behind her.
“Sod off, Harry!” Cho swore.
“Ooo, I love it when you talk dirty, Gorgeous!” he said,
grabbing her waist and burying his head in neck.
“Gerroff!” she protested, struggling against him.
But her fight was nothing for the Boy Hero’s strong
arms. “Nope, can’t do that…if you
haven’t noticed! At least not without
your help…” he added in a devious whisper.
“Get Hermione to help you then! I knew you hugged her too long in the
Infirmary that evening. I didn’t say
anything, but I wondered! And you tell
me NOT to be jealous. HA! You give me every reason, don’t you? Sodding basta…”
“WHOA!” Harry laughed behind her, lifting his head from her
neck. “My goodness, Love! Do you have anything else pint up in there
you wish to share while you are unable to reach your wand or sharp utensils?”
The pretty girl huffed loudly in his arms. “As I said, SOD OFF!”
Harry exhaled and chuckled.
“Oh, Love, you’re something else.
I don’t want Hermione. We’ve been
over this before…several times in fact.
But,” he said, his tone turning serious as he turned the girl around to
face him, “she is my best mate, Love.
She’s…my only…well…soon to be only…best mate. And I want you too…understand that…accept
that. Please, Cho? I really need to know that you can…do
that. Can you?” he asked, his green eyes
pleading with her.
Cho was thoroughly confused by the conversation, just as she
was confused when she heard Harry begging Hermione to promise she’ll stay his
friend no matter what. She had been
terrified that he’d tell her what he had done to Cho on the Hogwarts Express
and that’s why he felt Ron and Ginny wouldn’t be around him anymore. But Cho also knew that Hermione wouldn’t take
too kindly to the idea that her best friend had raped another girl,
repeatedly. “Why, Harry? I mean…okay, I accept that she’s your best
mate and nothing more…I guess…” she mumbled.
“Cho!”
“OKAY, definitely nothing more!” she conceded, crossing her
fingers internally. “But why are you
saying this to me… I mean…Ron will
always be your best friend too, won’t he?”
Harry only stared at the seventh year. She could feel his gaze penetrating her but
she wished, as she had in the past, she could penetrate him to see what he was
thinking. But after the few moments of
complete silence, all Cho received for an answer was a kiss on the cheek. “I need to know that you…accept that,
Cho. Please?”
Now Cho just watched him quietly for a moment. She knew she wouldn’t receive any other
answer. “I’ve…accepted a lot of things,
Harry. I can accept that.”
Harry smiled at her and slid his arms around her waist,
pulling her even closer.
“Brilliant. Now, on to the
molesting! Think this broom cupboard
over here will do!” he declared, walking her backward toward nothing she could
actually see.
“Harry!” she protested playfully. “You just had…an orgasm this morning, didn’t
you?”
The Gryffindor hero narrowed his eyes at the girl
briefly. “Love, you…wouldn’t allow us to
make love this morning, warning of such last night after we did. Then I wake up and see…and FEEL this
beautiful face bobbing up and down on my…”
“I,” Cho interjected loudly, “was being assaulted by the
bloody thing while I was trying to sleep this morning! It kept poking me hard in the back! So I…took it upon myself to…relieve it of
it’s…pressure,” she said, unable to hold the coy smile fighting with her
lips. She watched Harry cock an eyebrow
up behind his glasses as he stopped their walking. “Besides…” she began again mumbling, looking
at his sweater instead of his eyes, “I was…a bit thirsty this morning.”
“THAT’S IT!” Harry declared, and lifted the Ravenclaw up by
her waist. Cho giggled and helped in his
effort of lifting her by hopping up on her feet and wrapping her legs around
his waist. “You little vixen!” Harry
said through clenched teeth. “You know
how to get to me, don’t you? Well, get
use to being carried all over the castle, because what I’m about to do to you,
you won’t be able to use those gorgeous legs of yours for the rest of the day!”
Cho was already nibbling on his ear in the air as he
walked. “Promise?” she whispered
seductively in her meal.
“Hell yeah!” Harry said, opening the door of the
cupboard. “Damn it! This isn’t going to be big enough,” he said
after glancing inside, then smiling back up at his giggling victim. “Going to need much more room for you,
Beautiful! Bloody thing’s the size of
the old cupboard I use to sleep in!” he laughed, then made to close the door.
Cho’s eyes narrowed and her smile disappeared as she looked
into his eyes at his statement. For some
reason, she saw sincerity in his laughter.
“Hang on,” she said, interrupting the closing of the door with her hand. Locking her one arm around his neck, she
looked backward as she pulled opened the door.
Looking inside the room only lit with the corridor candles and natural
light of a window down the hall, Cho’s examined the tiny space. “You’re…not serious, Harry…” Cho asked the
cupboard. When she didn’t receive an
answer, she turned back to her love.
“Are you?”
Harry’s smile only faltered slightly. “It’s no big deal, Love. But, yeah.
Anyway, doesn’t matter now, Dumbledore put a stop to that with my
Hogwarts letter, so…” he explained happily.
Cho was still in shock from it being ‘no big deal’. “Hang on…Dumbledore…Hogwarts letter? You mean you slept in that until…you came
to…Hogwarts? Harry, that would make you
eleven years old! How…”
The smile on the Gryffindor’s face was fighting to stay
alive as he put down his victim. “Cho,
honestly…it’s no big deal. I…told you
the Muggles I live with are…awful people, so what more would you expect?”
“Nothing like that, Harry!” she said feeling insulted by his
casualness. “That’s…cruel! It’s…inhumane! I mean…where did they put you were you were a
baby?”
Harry shook his head and shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know…my first memory is…in that
cupboard. But, Love…”
“And the Weasleys, they let you go back there every summer?”
Cho said angrily.
The sixth year sighed.
“Cho, they…I…don’t have a choice in the matter. I have too…for awhile…until…well, I just have
too. But it doesn’t matter now,” he said
quickly when she opened her mouth to protest.
“I have my own room now.
Honestly. And it’s a proper
bedroom!”
Cho shook her head in disbelief. “Harry, don’t lie to…”
“I’m not lying, Love!
Come on, I’ll…show you!”
Suddenly, Cho found herself being dragged through the
school, up the stairs, and down the halls.
Though she asked a million times, Harry didn’t tell her where they were
going or how he could possible ‘show’ her his room. Soon, she found herself in a familiar
corridor, and being paced back and forth in front of a wall. Then a door appeared. Not the typically large door that normal led
into the Room of Requirement, but a thin door. A door similar to her own bedroom door at
home. But as Harry threw the door open,
Cho noticed the difference between that door and hers at home. Several locks.
Before Cho had time to ask about them, she was pulled into
the room. “See, Love,” Harry said
happily, still trying to catch his breath.
And the Ravenclaw did see. It was
a bedroom, larger than the cupboard. It
housed a tiny twin bed with worn blankets on it. A desk that looked as though it had seen
better days…with someone else. A tiny
closet and wardrobe. And oddly, lifted
floor boards. “A proper bedroom,” Harry
said, sitting down with his legs on the worn twin bed.
Cho was not convinced.
The Ravenclaw folded her arms around herself, feeling the coldness of
the room, of Harry’s life in that room.
She looked toward the window and thought she saw broken bars along one
side. Then she turned and saw a cat door
at the bottom of his bedroom door. The
seventh year felt a chill go down her spine, anger coursed through her veins,
and sadness filled her heart for the one she loved. Turning toward his forced smile on the little
bed, Cho walked over to his side and sat down.
“See,” he said, still trying to sound convincing. “Not so bad.
Besides…I’m only here for a…month or two out the year and then I’m…”
Harry’s words were interrupted when Cho threw her arms
around his neck. “Harry,” she said on
his shoulder, wanting to say sorry, wanting to say she understood why he was
practically insane, wanting to hold him until the ugly room and his ugly life
disappeared.
Harry held his victim, his punching bag, his perfect
imperfection back. “Love,” he whispered,
“it’s okay…”
“No!” Cho nearly shouted in his arms. “Why are there locks OUTSIDE the bedroom
door, Harry? Why?”
Harry sighed and rubbed her back comfortingly. “Love, they…lock me in my room sometimes when
they go out…or are…angry with me, or whatever.
BUT,” he added quickly as he felt her ball his shirt in her hands, “I
don’t mind it at all! I…don’t want to
see their ugly mugs anyway! Keeps me
from having to deal with them. So see,
Beautiful, it’s…okay. I’ve…reaped the
benefits of…”
“NO! It’s not okay!”
Cho whispered loudly in his neck, doing all she could to keep from crying. “This is not okay!”
The sixth year squeezed the pretty girl in his arms, and
kissed her hair. “It is, Cho. I…my godfather…left me his house in
his…” Cho could feel him swallow hard,
and she tightened her grasp around his neck.
“Point is, Love…I have another place to…live. I just can’t go there…forever…yet.”
Cho sniffed, still trying to keep herself from crying. “Why?
Is it better than this place?” she asked. Harry pulled her gently away from him, and
Cho tried not to look into his eyes, knowing she’d break her rule of crying if
she did.
Harry lifted her chin with his finger, and Cho braved the
emerald gaze. “Well, it won’t beat my
house in Edinburgh,
that’s for sure,” he smiled. “Not with
that lovely staircase leading up to my window and the beautiful girl meant to
visit me in the middle of the night living next door.”
Cho could only force a tiny smile at his joke. It soon disappeared and the room fell
quiet. The Ravenclaw knew she wasn’t
right in the head. She knew that Harry’s
insanity had been literally fucked inside her.
And because of that insanity, Cho felt the need to tell Harry,
“I…understand.”
“Understand, Love?” Harry asked with confusion, stroking her
cheek.
The pretty girl didn’t know how to say it. She had said it in so many words in the past,
even to other people, how she understood why Harry was in his present state of
mind. But now that the seventh year had
an even greater understanding, she wanted to absolve the Gryffindor for what
he’d done to her. Cho knew she was
crazy.
“Why you…did…what you did to me, Harry,” Cho began to his
lap. “All of…this, those Muggles and…how
the world just…uses you like…”
Harry lifted her chin higher to force her to look at
him. “No, Love! There is no excuse for what…I did!” But it was Harry who couldn’t keep her gaze,
and now he watched her lap. “There
just…isn’t one…”
Cho watched Harry’s head lower in shame. Gently, she touched his raven hair. Then she caressed his cheek before sliding
her hand under his chin to lift it.
Harry refused to look into her eyes as she tried to watch his. But the Ravenclaw knew how to get his
attention.
Finally, it was just that easy, and Cho knew that no one
would know, except her and her assailant.
For right now, that was all she needed, but most importantly, what he
needed.
Leaning forward slowly, Cho kissed Harry gently on the
lips. As predicted, shocked green eyes
met chestnut. The seventh year smiled
lightly before leaning forward to kiss his lips once more. This time, she received the second response
she expected.
Harry’s hand slid into her raven hair, and he kissed her
back passionately. It was the build up
flowing out of him that Cho knew was boiling just below the surface every time
he said he couldn’t wait to kiss her again.
And when the Ravenclaw opened her mouth to him, she felt sure he’d pull
her hair as he had done the day before, just to keep himself balanced on the
tiny bed.
But suddenly, it stopped.
Cho had to blink twice to come back to the reality that Harry was no
longer kissing her. When her eyes
finally opened, she met a still saddened emerald gaze, with red passion-swollen
lips just below it. “What’s…wrong?” she
asked.
Harry’s hand slid to her cheek, and his eyes to her lips
momentarily before heading back up to hers.
“Cho…I…why are you…doing that?
Kissing me?”
Cho leaned forward and kissed him again. “Because I want too, Harry,” she whispered,
before tasting his lips once more.
But once more she was pulled away. This time Harry lowered his gaze to her
chest. “Love, I…don’t want you to kiss
me…because you feel…sorry for me or anything.
I want it…when you’re ready to give it to me,” he said, glancing up into
her eyes. “I want it only when you truly
want it.”
Cho scooted even closer to him sitting up on his bed. Placing her hands around his neck, the
seventh year pulled Harry’s head closer.
“I do want it, Harry. I’ve…wanted
to kiss you…for a long time now…” she whispered.
I’m in love with you,
Harry. There’s no more damage it can do
to me… she thought.
“Now shut up, and kiss me,” she ordered before placing her
lips back on his.
Harry did as he was told; holding is victim’s head as he
devoured her mouth. The tingling of
Cho’s lips, that she had been feeling on and off for nearly a month, was
finally being satisfied. And it was the
Gryffindor who seemed to have to keep up with the Ravenclaw’s hunger. Just the same as when she kissed him after
the article about his godfather, Cho kissed him deeply. She again, knew every corner of his mouth,
every taste bud and every swirl his tongue would make. His warm breath and soft but strong lips were
delicious. So much so, Cho wondered if
her love for him was making the kissing even better than before.
The two kissed so passionately, Harry’s tiny twin bed began
to squeak as if other activities were taking place. The more they kissed, the more the seventh
year felt the need for those noisy activities.
But the Gryffindor seemed so fixated on enjoying her mouth, Cho didn’t
think it was going to happened. The
Ravenclaw even began to wonder if he wanted anything more than to kiss her.
Releasing her hand from his neck, Cho slid it down the front
of Harry’s body. Her finger tips glided
over his buttoned down shirt, and tight chest underneath. Slowly, the buttons of Harry’s shirt were
being undone, and a slender hand was touching his toned lean stomach. The Boy Hero’s skin was hot under her touch,
and Cho felt him quiver when her nails lightly glided over the taunt skin. The seventh year’s hand rubbed across every
part of Harry’s chest and stomach, enjoying the feel of his skin. Soon, it rested between his legs, where she
found her original theory to be incorrect.
Gingerly, she began to rub the hard bulge hidden in his jeans. Harry grunted on her lips but didn’t stop
their kisses for a moment. Cho soon
added to the grunt when Harry’s hand found her breast and began kneading the
mound through her short sweater.
As their tongues danced, their hands groped each other on
Harry’s bed. And for a moment, Cho
thought of all the miserable summers her love may have spent in the real
version of that room. Briefly, she
entertained the idea of visiting him over the summer, making a few memories
with him so that he had something to remember and get him through the days
until he was shipped off to his girlfriend.
Then again, she didn’t have to wait until summer.
Cho began unzipping Harry’s jeans urgently as she bit and
sucked his lips. Reaching into his
pants, she pulled out his hardness and began stroking him. Grunting hard on her lips as she pumped her
slender fist up and down his shaft, Cho wondered where that coldness she felt
earlier had gone. Suddenly, she wondered
why her hand had been removed from her favorite body part and her lips were
free from his. The seventh year watched
her love sit up on his knees on his worn out bed and began pulling his jeans
down over his hips. The sight of his
erection made her mouth water as if she hadn’t had it in her mouth just that
morning. But it wasn’t his penis she
wanted to taste more than anything at the moment.
Undoing her jeans and sliding them down, Cho knew she had to
hurry to undress if she wanted to taste Harry’s mouth once more. Harry seemed to know that too as he helped
her on the bed, and quickly helped her out her sweater.
“Come here,” Harry commanded huskily, grabbing Cho by the
waist and lifting her slender, nearly naked frame. In the air, Cho already had her mouth on
Harry’s and their tongues already began tasting each other before she felt him
sheath himself inside her.
Cho wore nothing more than her bra, his lips, and his hands
as she began to ride her love. As
Harry’s hips began to match her stride, he seemed to hit several place between
her legs that made her lips tremble on his.
Tightening her legs around him, Cho took in all he was giving her
back. She could feel the sweat on her
forehead, on her neck and over her shoulders as Harry kissed her deeply while
riding him. His tongue in her mouth, his
dick demanding room inside her walls, and his hips meeting hers perfectly, Cho
was sure this was either the best sex they had ever had, or at least the most
intense. Then again, she always thought
one time was better than the others. She
anticipated what could be better than this time.
And just when she thought it was on the verge of being over,
Cho found herself on her back, her head at the foot of Harry’s twin bed. In the new position, it felt like Harry’s
tongue slipped further into her mouth, and everything down below as well. Cho was filled with her love in every
capacity. That was until Harry released
her mouth for much needed air, and gnawed her jaw until he reached her
neck. The pretty girl had a moment to
let every moan free that was held inside by Harry’s overpowering lips.
“Oh yes, Harry!
Harder…please…please…” she begged, and he obliged, grabbing the blanket
beneath her and pushing himself even deeper insider. Cho could feel her backside buried in the bed
as Harry took her diligently. The tiny
bed was squeaking in protest at the activities but participated by pushing the
seventh year more into her love. Her
trembling legs were riding high on his back and her heels rested on him with
her legs open wider for more access to her clit. But it was her mouth that seemed to lacking
in attention, and Cho missed the lips that had started the whole thing. “Kiss me, Harry…please…”
“Yes, Love,” Harry whispered obediently in her ear he was
nibbling on, before covering her mouth with his.
Cho had been to Heaven with Harry before, but for some
reason they seemed to be visiting a different part. A part where she felt more complete and even
more pleasure. A part she knew she’d
never feel with anyone else and hoped that Harry would never experience with
anyone else either. Cho felt love, she
felt herself being made love too, and she felt thoroughly kissed. It couldn’t get any better unless Harry were
to whisper those three words her heart was presently screaming too him. But there was something that could compensate
for the time being.
“Shit! I’m…going to
cum, Love…” Harry released her mouth only slightly to moan. “I…don’t want too…I don’t want to…stop…” he
said into her mouth, before kissing her again as best he could. But Harry couldn’t stop himself from
climaxing, and Cho was thankful. The
thought of him cumming was enough to set hers in motion to follow. And as he splashed her inner walls, and his
moan vibrated through his tongue in her mouth, Cho, too, came hard, clenching
her muscles around his dick and biting on his lips and tongue. But Harry’s stamina didn’t fade right away
after shooting off inside her, and he pounded her snatch as it clenched and
climaxed sending the Ravenclaw well passed their new location in Heaven.
“GOD, HARRY!” she shouted, clawing his shoulders under his
shirt as he rode her through her orgasm.
And Harry continued to do so until he couldn’t move and she couldn’t
take it anymore. Their trembling lips
tried to continue enjoying each other, but the two were far too exhausted and
spent for even that.
Finally, Harry managed to turn them over, taking his weight
off his victim and placing her on him.
He pulled the worn old blanket over them as they rested with their heads
at the foot of his Privet Drive
bed.
The two lay in silence for several minutes, trying to come
down from their orgasm. Though it was
quiet in the fake room, Cho could hear something loud and clear; Harry’s heart
beat. It made her passion-swollen lips
smile as her breathing attempted to settle.
But those bitten soft lips began to tingle as they had in the past. She wanted more of those strong soft lips
that took hers.
“Love?”
The seventh year lifted her head from his chest. Meeting green eyes momentarily, she soon met
the strong soft lips she wanted.
Apparently, Cho wasn’t the only one with the idea.
Releasing her cheek after kissing her, Harry did look into
her eyes. He watched her as if he was
waiting for something instead of just trying to seep into her
even-further-mended soul. The Ravenclaw
narrowed her eyes in confusion and Harry smiled. “Just…checking, Love,” he said simply.
“Checking what, Harry?” Cho asked.
Harry kissed her softly once more. “Checking to make sure…that really
happened. And that you won’t…hit me…or
bite me or fight me for doing it.” The
seventh year giggled lightly at her assailant.
“Cho, I…hope this wasn’t a…one time thing again. Love…” Harry said earnestly, and she could
see the desperation in his eyes. “…I
can’t…go back to not kissing you…not after this. Please tell me this wasn’t a…heat of the
moment thing…”
Cho smiled and slid up on her Gryffindor. Tucking both of her arms under his shoulders,
the pretty girl kissed him again. “No,
Harry. This isn’t a…one time thing,” she
said, then bit his lips. “I’m going
to…kiss you today…and tomorrow…and maybe a little on Thursday…” she smiled
accenting each set of words with a tiny kiss.
Harry’s grin was so wide, Cho thought he could hook the
corners of his mouth over his ears.
“Brilliant,” he whispered happily, then rolled then on their sides under
the worn blanket, and held her smiling cheek.
“Let’s get started then, we have so much time to make up for, don’t we?”
Cho only had time to giggle before her mouth was devoured by
her love.
The two kissed for what seemed like forever on Harry’s tiny,
squeaky bed. They enjoyed the small,
light kisses accented with smiles and whispers, to deeply passionate,
penetrating kisses that caused them to moan as freely as they did when they
made love. Cho wanted to put a curse on
herself for waiting so long to enjoy his lips, and she did all she could to
make up for that lost time. It took
Harry’s desperate need to breath for them to stop.
“Okay…Love…I need…air…” Harry said, lifting his head and
huffing.
Cho grabbed a chuck of his hair behind his head and smiled
seductively with her swollen red lips.
“Breathing is overrated. Get back
here!” she demanded and slammed Harry’s mouth back on hers.
Harry snorted on her lips, before he allowed his victim to
take over his mouth once more. “Mmmmm…”
he moaned on her lips, before lifting his away.
“I love…kissing you, Beautiful,” he whispered sincerely, caressing her
cheek.
Cho smiled back at him and caressed his cheek as well. “I love…” she paused, watching the green of
his eyes with its brown flecks. Her
heart screamed for him. “…being kissed
by you, Harry,” she whispered in return.
It may have not been a lie, but Cho knew that wasn’t exactly what she
wanted to say. She didn’t know if she’d
ever be able to say it. Acceptance of
her present mind set was one thing, but purposely throwing her
what-would-be-swiftly-rejected heart into a cauldron of boiling oil was quite
another.
“Do you, Love?” Harry asked her eyes intensely.
Cho became very nervous.
She wasn’t sure where the question came from or if she had given him any
indication of what she was really thinking.
Panicking, her smile disappeared as she stuttered. “I…I…what?”
Harry, however, seemed unaware of her sudden onset of fear
and nerves. “Do you love me….kissing
you?”
The pretty girl released the air she had been holding in her
lungs. “Oh,” she said with relief she
hoped he wouldn’t notice. “Yes…Harry, I
do love you…kissing me.” Cho watched
Harry’s swollen lips curve into a smile she had never seen before. Then she watched her love leaned down and
give her a long, slow and purposeful kiss that Cho could feel through her
entire body, including her aching heart.
Though they had stopped kissing, Harry kept their foreheads
press together as they watched each others eyes and smiled. “I can’t believe I’m kissing the beautiful
Cho Chang in my bed!” he said, caressing her cheek.
“I can’t believe it either, I mean honestly…” scoffed the
Ravenclaw playfully. “Oh, wait, hang on,
that’s right, I’m completely nutters, so no, this doesn’t surprise me at all,”
she giggled.
Harry couldn’t help to giggle as well. “You haven’t a clue how many times I’ve
fantasized about you while lying in this bed.
You’ve been with me in here…several times. Least you’d think you were considering those
lonely moments I was wanking and calling out your name!”
Cho narrowed her eyes in mock disgust. “Oh, honestly, Harry!”
“AND,” he said, catching her hand before it disciplined him,
“I’ve kissed you…several times in this bed.
There were at least two summers I kissed you into oblivion here on this
very blanket and mattress, in my mind, in my dreams. But nothing…can beat actually doing it…”
The pretty girl sighed as she watched his eyes, remembering
the horrible set up of the room around her.
“Have you…kissed anyone else…for real that is…in your…this room?”
Harry smiled brightly at her. “No, Love.
Just you,” he answered sincerely.
Cho swallowed the joy down her throat at his words, but it
didn’t work to swallow the next words she didn’t want to say out loud. “Could you keep it that way?” she said, and
then gasped, covering her mouth. “I…I…just
meant…well…you said you’ll be leaving that place…and…I just thought…since you
thought of me…so much in there, then…can’t what we…just did be the…only good
memory in this…that room?” Cho paused
and took a breath. “Can I be that for
you, Harry?” she asked sincerely, abandoning her embarrassment and stuttering.
“Anything for you, Love.
But I’d love…for you make the same memories in my godfather…well, my
house now…” Harry smiled.
“I’d love that but in your real house…” Cho said before she
could stop herself. “I…I…just mean…as a
change of pace…or venue rather…um…” she lied, her cheeks coloring.
Harry considered her a moment behind his smile, then snorted
lightly. “Exactly. Something…different. That is, until, I have my house built in Edinburgh!” he laughed.
Cho’s forced a fake smile to stay on her face as she watched
him. She wished it wasn’t just a
joke. She wished he had meant everything
he said about meeting her family, moving next door, and making love to her in
her bed. Most importantly, she wished it
were true that she would see him, have him, even after her graduation. Cho wondered if she could be granted just
that wish of seeing him after she left Hogwarts. The Ravenclaw would gladly be his secret
affair as long as he wanted her to be.
But she wondered if Harry really wanted that. Why would he?
How could he? It was not as if
she could ask him. Something told her it
may freak him out to know how willing she would be for it. And Cho feared it would end what little they
had.
She felt trapped yet again.
And her heart began to ache just a little bit more.
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