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Chapter 34 –
Something Just For Us
The pretty seventh year opened her eyes to, surprisingly,
her dormitory bedroom. Cho sat up in
confusion, remembering that her and Harry had kissed and whispered to each
other until she fell asleep on his chest, locked in his arms and still in his
pathetic bedroom. But now the Ravenclaw
was in her own room, in a more comfortable bed, and no longer locked in the
Chosen One’s arms. In fact, he was
nowhere around. Cho trained her ears
toward her bathroom in the hopes of hearing him showering or flushing the
toilet at least, but nothing.
“Harry?” she called out.
There was no answer. Cho turned
to the side and saw something on her nightstand. It was a folded piece of parchment with the
word, or name in this case, ‘Love’, scribbled on it. The pretty girl couldn’t help but smile at
her name in obviously Harry’s hand writing.
Then suddenly, Cho began to panic.
Thoughts of Harry having been called out to fight that evil pile of dung
that had ruined his life raced through her mind, speeding up heart beat, and
making her nauseated with nerves.
Quickly, she threw open the letter.
Love,
Just wanted to explained why I carried you back to your room and I’m
not presently wrapped around you.
Believe me, I’d love to be. But
we have time. Right now, I’m planning
something. And I know if I’m around you
all day, I won’t be able to concentrate on it.
Especially not with those tantalizing lips now at my disposal. Also, I wanted you to rest, have lunch and
relax because I need to get some of my detention assignments done. Also, Hagrid
is back and I very much need to talk to him.
Later, I wish to ask you something I should have a long time ago,
Beautiful. Meet me at the Room of
Requirement at 5pm.
I miss you already, even though you’re lying right next to me as I
write this.
Love, Harry
“Planning something?” Cho said to the letter she was
presently smiling at. “What are you up
too now, Harry?” she giggled. “Lips at
his disposal, indeed…” Cho said to herself, then snorted. But her lips began to tingle and she knew he
was right. They already missed him, and
just as he said, so did she. Then Cho
wondered about what he wished to ask her that he should have long ago. Suddenly her heart began to race again. Thoughts of Harry and her in the past made
her wonder if, perhaps, he regretted not asking her to be his girlfriend. Perhaps he finally felt what she did and he
wanted ask her how she felt about him. Then,
Cho’s heart began to settle as another thought came to mind. “Perhaps he just wants to try a new position
he had been meaning to ask me about…” she said sadly. “Like he actually has to ask!” Cho laughed to
herself before getting out of bed.
***
Cho had done all she could to keep herself from seeking
Harry out in the castle. She missed him
like crazy, every part her equally, but especially her hands. They needed to touch his, or his face, or
something further below if she was lucky.
She even went to his Tower, to his room, hoping to “accidentally” find
him there. But Cho wasn’t so lucky,
so lying on his pillow for awhile had to
hold her over until she could get to him.
But finally, 5pm was nearly upon her. The Ravenclaw had showered beforehand to keep
herself calmed so as not to leap on him at first sight. She didn’t know what he had planned or what
he wanted to ask her, but she hoped against hope that it was what she
speculated. Walking eagerly through the
halls, Cho heard her name called. Turning
around, she saw Eden and Ryan.
“Happy New Year, Cho!” the first years shouted in unison.
Cho smiled at them.
“Happy New Year, boys! But it’s
not New Year’s yet, is…” The pretty
Ravenclaw’s words were halted when Ryan leaped up, held her face and kissed her
on the mouth. She was shocked for a
moment, but not so shocked that she didn’t appreciate the fact that Harry
wasn’t there to witness that. Lifting
her head back up, Cho tried to smile.
“Oh, uh…thank you, Ryan.”
“Now me!” declared Eden,
and happily grabbed the sides of his fellow Ravenclaw’s face. Pulling her down toward him, she received a
kiss she didn’t think possible for a first year, and a gay first year kissing a
girl at that. “Happy New Year, Cho!”
beamed Eden.
“Whoa, Eden,
where’d you learn to snog like that?” asked Ryan through gaping mouth. Cho wondered the same thing.
Eden
turned to his best friend and secret crush with a glint of hunger in his
eyes. “You’d be surprise what I can do,”
he answered in a tone that Cho had heard Harry use in the past, and hopefully
again that night. She thought it best to
leave. “Happy New Year, mate,” she
watched Eden
say in the same manner before grabbing Ryan and kissing him. Cho quickly turned away and started walking,
thinking at any moment she would hear a fight break out between the two boys. But when the Ravenclaw was set to turn the
corner, curiosity made her look back.
The stiff arms of Ryan hung oddly outward as Eden continued kissing him. Then slowly, the Slytherin’s arms began to
snake around the Ravenclaw, and Eden
received a kiss Cho was sure he didn’t think possible.
The thought of Eden
finally receiving something he wanted, well partially, she didn’t know how much
the first year knew he wanted, carried her all the way to her own love with a
smile on her face. Pacing in front of
stone wall three times, Cho watched a set of double doors appear. Briefly, she remembered Harry’s bedroom door
with its line of locks on the outside.
Now, she wanted nothing more than to hold her mistreated love in her
arms again.
But Ryan, Eden,
the door in Privet Drive,
and even the question Cho speculated about all disappeared from her mind when
she entered the Room of Requirement.
However, the Room of Requirement was not just a plain old room
anymore. It was an ice palace, complete
with silvery dance floor, an intimate table with a roast dinner waiting, and
enchanted snow falling above but disappearing before it touched her. Instantly, Cho’s mind shot back to her fifth
year and the Yule Ball.
“You’re even beautiful with your mouth hanging open,” said a
smiling voice, and Cho finally closed her mouth and lowered her head to see
Harry standing up near a punch table.
The Ravenclaw’s eyes raked over her assailant who was also as fancy
looking as the room. Harry was dressed
in dark green dress robes that brought out his eyes. He must have managed a charm for his hair,
because it wasn’t as unruly as it normally was.
Cho kind of wished it was in his fancy suit. Nevertheless, he looked very handsome as she
stood there in her jeans and sweater.
“Harry, what on earth?” Cho barely said out loud, still in
shock as she watched him walk over to her.
Harry closed her newly gaping mouth, and placed a soft kiss
on her lips. “Mm, missed that,” he said
more to himself then her. “Well, Love,
I…have something to ask you...”
Cho watched him smile but with a hint of nervousness in his
eyes. Though he looked adorable, Cho’s
heart broke just a little more. She
realized that what she hoped he would ask her, he would not. She knew the question that was coming.
“Will you attend the Ball with me, Cho?” he asked. It had been a lot better and more coherent
then the first time he asked her to the Ball, but it hurt her to hear the words
just the same as it had the last time he asked her.
Cho forced a smile.
“Yes, Harry,” she said in a low tone, nodding at him.
Harry smiled brightly, unaware of her slight
disappointment. “Brilliant. Because we’re already here!” he joked. Cho kept her forced smile. “Now, Love, not that you’re not absolutely
stunning in those jeans, but you are a bit underdressed for the occasion. That room over there…” he said, pointing
toward a random door in the mirror like surroundings of the room, “is a place
where you can choose a dress and change.
Obviously, it’s the Room of Requirement so anything you think of you can
have…just don’t go out in the hall with it, because everyone will see you in MY
favorite outfit on you; your birthday suit.
And you know I’m not one to share so…” he joked. “Go on then, Beautiful. Dobby has prepared a great dinner for us.”
Cho walked into the lavish dressing room. It had everything she could possibly need
from undergarments to perfume to hair accessories. On a rack nearby the vanity, were three
dresses. Cho quickly went over to
them. The first one she pulled out was
the exact same one she wore to the Yule Ball in her fifth year. She remembered buying it, hoping that Harry
would ask her and she’d wear it just for him.
But he hadn’t until it was far too late.
It was Cedric’s dress now, and she felt she’d disrespect his memory by
wearing it that it evening. The next
dress she thought Harry had taken out of her closet and brought there. It was her dress from the Slug Club party. The black dress Harry had told her she looked
beautiful in. The one he held her so
tightly on the dance floor, she wasn’t sure she was breathing anymore or
wanting too at the given time. The one
where he had the opportunity to kiss her in front of everyone and let the world
know about their private one, but he only kissed her with no intentions of making
her his. That one quickly found the
floor, and a swift kick under a bench.
Then there was another dress Cho hadn’t seen before. It was green, like Harry’s robes, like his
eyes. Instantly, her heart began to beat
at the sight of it. She knew if she saw
it in a shop window, she would have thought of Harry and wondered what he would
think of her in it. Cho quickly made her
decision and dressed.
Stepping outside the door nervously, still smoothing down
the invisible wrinkles in her dress, Cho could hear orchestral music
playing. But that wasn’t all she heard.
“Blimey, Love, you look…” Harry said breathlessly as he
walked toward her. Cho often love being
on display for him shamelessly naked and waiting, but it was different this
time with clothes on. She blushed
deeply. “There are no words…” he said
sincerely.
“Harry…” her smile whined.
Harry stepped closer and kissed her cheek. “Sorry, Beautiful, but it’s true. And you wonder why I’m so…possessive,” he
smiled, and held out his hand. “Shall
we?” Cho smiled and took her love’s
hand.
First, the two ate dinner.
It had been better than anything else she had ever tasted at Hogwarts or
anywhere else for that matter. She made
sure to call for Dobby and tell him how wonderful his meal had been. But the best part of dinner was sharing it
with Harry. Talking lightly, and holding
hands under the table. Then there were
those moments where he simply stared at her, smiled and shook his head,
mumbling words like ‘beautiful’, ‘extraordinary’, ‘stunning’, ‘lovely’. Everything was going wonderfully, and Cho
wondered if they had gone to the Yule Ball together, would it have been this
great.
The Ravenclaw felt her heart filling up so much, with what
she wasn’t sure, that it was almost difficult to breath. They had finished their meal and she felt it
best to get on the dance floor to work away the pressure in her chest.
“But I can’t dance, Cho,” Harry protested. “I’m sure you saw my pathetic go at it at the
Yule Ball. And at Slughorn’s, I was just
trying to hold you, I wasn’t dancing.”
“You did…alright with Padma’s sister, Harry,” Cho lied. Harry cocked an eyebrow up. “Either way, I was seriously jealous of her
regardless if you stepping on her feet or not!”
Harry smiled at his victim.
“Really, Love, you were jealous of Parvati?”
Cho put her arms around Harry’s neck as the music played and
she made their bodies sway to it. “Why
is that so surprising? I’ve had to deal
with you and your many women!” she joked.
“My women?” Harry asked, not noticing himself dancing to the
music. “You speak as though I have a
harem of lovelies!”
“You do, don’t you?
Some you know of, some you don’t.
Unfortunately, I seemed to have to know them all!” said Cho.
Harry grinned broadly at his dancing partner. “You know them all, because you’re the head
of them. My beautiful girl…no one
compares to you,” he answered sincerely.
Now it was Cho’s turned to grin broadly, though hers was
accented with scarlet cheeks. “Why do
you have to say such things?” she said more to herself then to Harry as she
watched his bow tie.
Harry lowered his face to hers. “Because it’s true, Love. I don’t lie to you, remember?” he whispered
and then kissed her. After releasing her
lips, Harry rested his scar on her forehead and shook his head. “God, I can’t believe I can just…do that
now. It’s amazing.”
Cho couldn’t help but smile.
“Consider it your Christmas present.
And I’m amazed by something too,” she said and Harry raised his eyebrows
in wonderment. “I amazed that you’re
dancing and you haven’t once stepped on my toes!” Cho looked down between them as did Harry to
see their feet disconnected from each others.
“And you’re doing a great job at it as well.”
Harry chuckled at the sight of his dancing. “Well, our bodies move well together is
probably why.”
“I’ve noticed,” Cho said in a playfully seductive tone. Her assailant looked into her eyes.
“Sometimes I think…you were made just for me…the way we feel
together,” he said earnestly. “I mean, I
haven’t…much to compare it too. The only
other…thing I can...compare it too…I couldn’t because…what I feel when I’m with
you…is internal…” he mumbled, looking back at their dancing feet. “Or something, it’s just a
different…feeling…” he added quickly.
Cho watched him look away bashfully, nervously. “How…do you feel…when you’re with me, Harry?”
she asked before she could stop herself.
Her heart seemed be in charge of her vocal chords at the moment, asking what
it wanted to know and disregarding what her mind said was okay or not.
Harry’s green eyes darted around the room, at his feet, at
her dress, and then up to her eyes. He
watched her for a moment in silence as she did him. “I…I…feel lucky…right now,” he said, quietly.
“Lucky?” Cho asked, not expecting that particular answer.
Harry nodded with more determination. “Yes, very lucky…to be holding you right now,
to have you here with me. I knew I’d
feel that way. When I watched you and
Cedric at the Ball I thought, ‘how lucky is he to be holding her?’ And when I watched you and…McLaggen at the
party I thought the same thing, only it was followed by things I’d love to do
to him, but nonetheless…
“Harry,” Cho said exasperatedly.
“No, Love, that was just…then…or something. Anyway,” he added quickly, “I felt them to be
lucky especially because after the Ball or the…party,” he said the last word
through gritted teeth, “they would be able to kiss you. I envy them.”
Harry lowered his head to watch the tiny space they allowed themselves
to watch them dance.
Cho released one of her arms from around his neck and
caressed his lowered cheek. “Really
quite silly to envy them, don’t you think, Harry?” she asked, smiling as he
shrugged his shoulders and kept his eyes on her dress. “I mean, there’s one thing you get to do that
they hadn’t a chance in receiving. You
get to shag me silly afterward!” she giggled.
Harry’s head shot up from his lowered position and an odd
smile of recognition lit up his handsome face.
“Bloody hell, Gorgeous, you’re right!
Take that Diggory and McLaggen!” he nearly shouted to the air above her
head. “This lovely is finally ALL
mine!”
How I wish I could say
the same thing about you, Harry… Cho thought as she was suddenly lifted off
her black heels by her laughing love and kissed.
But he is yours,
Cho. You’ve earned your right to claim
him as yours, haven’t you?
If that’s true…why
don’t I feel as lucky as he does?
“As far as I’m concern,” he began again quietly smiling in
her hair, “this is the only Yule Ball I’ve attended. I’ve now changed the memory…just the way I
wanted it to be.” Harry gently kissed
her temple and held her close. Cho
closed her eyes. She didn’t want to
dismiss the Ball from her memory and Cedric along with it, but she had to
admit, whenever she’d think back to a Ball, she’d see her and Harry swaying
perfectly together on the dance floor.
**
“Oh, Love,” Harry whined, “I’m complete rubbish! I don’t have the hang of this yet, but you
keep changing the bloody music!” Cho was
giggling as she pulled her assailant away from the punch table and back out
onto the dance floor when an up-tempo song began to play. “I look like an idiot when I dance to this
stuff.”
“You’re my idiot, then.
And there’s no one here to see you, Harry, just me. Look at it like your secret love of being
taken in your bum!” Cho chortled.
Harry’s eyes widened and he looked around as if someone else
was in the lavish room other then them.
“Cho, I’ve already told you,” he began through gritted teeth, “I…only do
that for you and I…don’t enjoy it. Those
were…uh…manly whimpers,” he added, clearing his throat.
Cho laughed heartily as she danced and spun around in front
of him to the rhythmic beat. “Sure,
Harry,” she said snapping her fingers as she moved. “Now dance with me, Love,” she said freely.
Harry smiled at her words and at her swaying body as she
moved. Cho allowed him to watch her
dance for a moment, always loving to be on display for him. But she was not going to allow Harry to side
step back and forth this time. “Come on,
Harry!” she said gleefully, taking his hands and moving him to the music. Harry tried pathetically to keep up with the
Ravenclaw. His face was scarlet red with
embarrassment but her love continued on nonetheless. “That’s it,” she lied encouragingly. “You’re…getting it!” Cho knew Harry knew she was fibbing but he
continued on anyway, even adding a little twirl of his own. But his feet didn’t seem to be expecting it,
and the Boy-Who-Couldn’t-Dance tripped a little over himself. Cho couldn’t help but to laugh. “You’re so cute,” she said, resting her hand
on his shoulder and touching his blushing face with the other.
“The things I do for you, Love,” Harry smiled, still trying
to move to the music.
Cho released her hands from him, but kept her eyes on
his. “And I appreciate it, Harry.” Then, the seventh year turned around with her
back toward Harry. “Since our bodies
move so well when pressed together,” she began, backing up to him until his
hands rested on her sides unsurely, “then, perhaps, this will make it easier
for you.” Cho reached behind her and
placed her hands on Harry’s hips.
Holding him steady, she pressed her backside on his pelvis. She felt the semi-erection, but didn’t stop
to think about it. One thing she did
know for sure, it was set to more than likely get very hard soon.
“W-what…kind of dancing is…this, Cho?” Harry asked nervously
and breathlessly at the pressure on his member.
“It’s just…” Cho began, and started gyrating her backside
slowly on his manhood, “another way…people dance together to…fast songs,
Harry,” she explained and moved his hips with her hand to follow her motion.
Though Cho continuously heard Harry’s breath catching in his
throat behind her, he fell into the rhythm.
His hips began to move with her body in a way they did when the two had
sex. They were in a steady wind that was
solely theirs, only this time manipulated by the music. It was so perfect, Cho released Harry’s hips
and allowed him to grind rhythmically against her bottom, sending heat through
her body. And judging by the light
grunts, light clenching of his hands on her hips, and the no longer
semi-erection, Cho knew that heat was coursing through her love as well. When she leaned her body back against his
torso, Cho was met with light kisses on her temple and cheek.
“Am I doing it right?” he whispered in her ear, before
licking the shell lightly.
Cho’s pretty red panties were now lightly wet at his lustful
whisper. “Yes,” she whispered, turning
her head more to the side where his lips waited to meet hers.
“You haven’t…danced like this with anyone else…have you?” he
whispered after breaking their kiss.
Cho half smiled and tangled her hand into the back of his
hair as his erection pressed just a little harder onto her ass. “Mmm, just you, Harry,” she half lied. Cho had danced with other boys before like
that, but none she let grind their untamable erections against her. That truly would be no one else’s but her
assailant’s.
“Brilliant,” Harry whispered, tasting her lips once
more. “Please keep it that way…”
All talk had ceased when their lips meet once more. Their dancing tongues saw to that and when
Harry’s hips moved in a manner that was much more sexual and a lot less
dance-like, it ensured it. Cho could see
in her mind as Harry kissed her, their naked and connected bodies moving in the
same manner, rhythmically. The heat in
her loins allowed her to think of nothing else, forgetting the dance
altogether. And as Harry’s hand rose up
the dark green fabric of her dress, feeling her slender frame twitching to feel
more, it finally found its way up to her swelling breast.
“Mmmm,” Cho moaned in his mouth as Harry’s hand was all but
gentle on her breast.
His desire was strong, she could tell, and hers matched his
in everyway. Suddenly, Cho didn’t know
if it was from his delicious kisses, his groping hand, or his swollen manhood,
but it felt as though the room was spinning.
The pretty girl’s eyes had been closed while being kissed and fondled by
her love. However, when she opened her
eyes, Cho saw that it was just the room spinning.
“I believe the Ball is over, my love,” Harry whispered
seductively after releasing her lips.
Cho turned her head to the side to see that the ice palace
had changed. The dance floor was
replaced with a white canopy bed and a white fluffy carpet leading to a roaring
fireplace. The snow still fell above
them and the walls were still so heavily coated by ice, it gave off a mirror
reflection. Cho watched herself in the
ice being taken by the hand and guided over to the large white bed. Then the mirror image was no longer enough
for the Ravenclaw and she looked up into the eyes of her love. Harry smiled at her before leaning down to
kiss her cheek, then slowly up to her temple, then forehead and so on. The two had been kissing so much on the lips,
she almost forgot how sweetly erotic being kissed all over her face could
be. Holding tightly to the lapels of his
suit vest, Cho closed her eyes to enjoy her assailant’s affection. Then after kissing her nose, she felt his
soft strong lips on hers, taking them slowly but intensely.
Harry continued kissing her slowly while his hands eased up
her back. Cho shivered just a little
when his warm hands caressed the skin of her exposed upper back. Then her lips trembled lightly as she felt
his fingers find the zipper of her dress.
Just as slow as he kissed her, Harry pulled the zipper down. The Ravenclaw held tightly to his lapels and
intensified their kiss as she felt Harry’s lightly calloused hands slide inside
her dress and onto her warm skin.
“I believe I was meant to take a dress off of you, Love,”
Harry whispered to her lips, breaking their kiss and looking into her eyes.
She only responded with a smile. Then Cho lowered her arms from his lapels and
kept watch of his emerald orbs. Harry,
smiling at her as well, slowly lifted his hands up her back, then shoulders to
her dress straps. Just as slowly, he
hooked his fingers into the straps and pulled the dress off her creamy
shoulders. Soon, Cho stood in her red
bra and panties and her black heels, shamelessly smiling as her dress pooled
around her ankles. Harry extended his
hand to help her step out of the pretty green material. As she did, she turned toward a near by wall
and caught a reflection of herself and her love looking at her as if she was
the only thing that existed in the world.
As the pretty girl watched Harry watching her, Cho watched
him snaking his arms around her bare waist and also watching them in the
mirror. Her heart throbbed at the sight
of his bronze arms around her pale waist, holding the body made just for him as
he had told her. “Words can’t describe
how beautiful you are, Cho…” Harry whispered to her.
The pretty Ravenclaw had been told she was pretty all her
life. But never had felt herself to be
beautiful. However, standing in Harry’s
arms, in Harry’s presence, in Harry’s eyes, she felt positively exquisite. And her heart ached in the knowledge that
even if she wasn’t standing their barely dressed, but in the jeans and sweater
she had walked into the room with, he would still say it and mean it just as
strongly. Selfishly, she wished he only
felt that way about her.
Cho turned around in Harry’s arms. His eyes locked on hers, still flowed with
admiration. “You make me feel beautiful,
Harry,” she said sincerely.
Harry’s smile was unwavering. “You make me so happy, Cho,” he whispered,
before placing a light kiss on her smiling lips.
He reached into her hair, and slowly pulled out the chop
sticks holding it up in a lose bun. The
Ravenclaw felt her raven tresses fall down her back, and was soon pressed
against Harry as he kissed her temple and smelled her hair. Her nearly naked body felt warm, content, and
cherished in his arms. But reluctantly,
Cho pulled back. The seventh year wanted
her bare skin to feel warm, content and cherished against his bare skin. Quickly she undid his vest and shirt, pulling
them off together. The sight of his
strong bare shoulders compelled the Ravenclaw to kiss and taste them gingerly
as she undid his pants.
Harry’s hands were lost in her long hair while he was being
undressed. Soon, his dress pants fell
down his legs as his victim licked his neck.
Then, a slight grunt escaped him as Cho’s hand slide down to the front
of his boxers, and gingerly stroked his erection. But as the tasting of his neck became the
feasting on his neck, the ginger stroking became more pronounced. And with one well placed bite to his jugular,
one of Harry’s hands clenched inside of Cho’s hair as he grunted. The force of it pulled her head back from his
neck and soon Harry couldn’t help but to slam his lips against hers.
“Hmph!” Cho whimpered on his lips as he still held her hair
tightly and his mouth took over hers.
The seat of her panties was officially soaked, loving how rough he was
being with her. Allowing his tongue to
wrestle with hers, Cho grabbed one Harry’s hand and placed it on her
breast. She moaned a little more when
his took the cue to grope the mound and pinch the hard tip through her silky
cup.
To both of their surprise, Cho abruptly pulled away from
Harry’s mouth and hands. The Ravenclaw
wanted more and she was set to demand it in no uncertain terms very soon. Backing up to the bed until her legs hit the
edge and made her sit, Harry followed her.
Cho sat face to face with Harry’s strong, lean torso. But it wasn’t that that had her
attention. His boxers were beginning to
do a poor job in covering its contents.
Harry’s smooth shiny head was already peaking out of the flap and if he
were to so much as sneeze, his entire length would come jutting out. But the weeping, purpling head alone was
making the seventh year’s mouth water and her lower region imitate. Unable to stand it anymore, Cho yanked
Harry’s boxers down over his hips. In
doing so, his erection slapped against her cheek. Cho smiled, feeling the bit of pre-cum catch
a breeze on her skin. Jealous of what it
had however, the horny girl stuck her tongue out and allowed it to tickle the
dripping helmet.
“Ssssssss…” Harry hissed and tangled his hand in her hair as
her tongue poked into his tiny hole, seeking more drops of his love. Soon he did it again when Cho, without
touching him, tasted the vein connecting his shaft and his head. “Mmmm, Cho…” he whimpered. The Ravenclaw licked and licked the head as
if the clear liquid would clean itself away instead of increasing like it
was. Her own body burning with desire,
Cho hooked her heel on the frame of the bed, opened her legs and prepared to
touch herself at any moment if she had too.
But as Harry whimpered and his head continued to weep, the pretty girl
grabbed his shaft and began to stroke while taking his head into her
mouth.
Pumping one hand on the dick in her mouth, her other found
the wet seat of her panties. “Mmmmmm…”
Cho moaned herself as she touched her clit through the soaked red silk.
“Sss… No, don’t touch
that…that’s…mine!” Harry ordered through heavy breaths. He suddenly pulled himself out of Cho’s mouth
and hand and got down on his knees near the bed.
Cho was slightly confused for a moment, but when she watched
him hook his thumbs into her panties and pull them down her legs, she didn’t
care anymore. Leaving them on her left
ankle, Harry hooked her black heels on frame of the bed, grabbed her hips and pulled
her closer to the edge. “OH GOD!” Cho
yelled loudly as he buried his face in her heated snatch. Sitting up on her hands, with her head back
toward the snowing ceiling with her mouth open, Cho felt her pussy being
consumed greedily. She could feel her
arms weakening from the immense pleasure coursing through her body. And she could feel that familiar build up in
her pelvis as Harry’s tongue licked and dipped inside her repeatedly. “I’m…going to…cum, Harry!” she yelled in a
strained whisper that only made him put more effort into his eating. And then Cho’s arms finally gave out as her
cunt liquefied, drenching Harry’s tongue.
As she lay back on the bed in an attempt to catch her
breath, she found her love was not done.
Harry lifted her black heels in the air over his shoulders and continued
licking the Ravenclaw slowly, but purposefully, until she was all clean. Cho was nearly white knuckling the blankets
at the added stimulation and soon she felt ready for another go. Sitting up on the bed while Harry continued
to lick her hole, the seventh year scooted back, pulling her satiated but still
hot snatch away from his mouth. “No more
for you,” she said seductively. “I
want…that…” she added coyly, pointing to his throbbing erection.
“Then why did you scoot away?” Harry’s glistening, hungry
smile asked. “Come here…” he ordered,
putting a knee on the bed.
Cho smiled slyly and shook her head. “No,” she said, then turned on her knees and
began crawling away from him as he crawled toward her. She was nearly to the headboard when she felt
the strong hands of her assailant on her hips.
“No, is it, my sexy little vixen?” Harry questioned, his
tone heavy with lust as he held her in place while he came closer. “Playing hard to get, I see…”
Cho surrendered to his hands, but looked back over her
shoulder to see him positioning himself behind her. “Well…I can’t very well make it easy for you,
can I?” her anticipating smile said.
“Trust me, Gorgeous, there’s nothing easy about you,
except…”
“Mmmm…” Cho moaned as she felt his hands sit her back on his
lap and impale the pretty Asian girl’s wanton pussy.
“…how I fit inside you…” he whispered in her ear.
Her black heels and pair of red panties on her ankle clung
to the side of Harry’s calves and thighs.
Her hand held onto the head board, while her and Harry lifted her
slender hips up and down his hard shaft.
Cho felt his ‘fit’ demanding room inside her slick walls. But the seventh year clenched her muscles
around his dick randomly nonetheless.
She kept what was hers buried deep inside her where it belonged, but
allowed it to slid out as long as it always slammed its way back into her. The gnawing of her shoulders and nuzzling of
her scalp by him caused her to arch her back.
Soon her neck was being bitten and marked, and she loved it. Cho’s neck and shoulders were already
littered with red blotches from days of being in Harry’s sole possession, and
she only hoped he’d add more so that she may wear them with pride.
“Kiss me, Beautiful…” Harry whispered in her ear, and Cho
turned her head to receive his strong lips.
Her fingers tangled in the back of his hair to keep him in place as she
opened her mouth to him. Cho was nearly
white knuckling the headboard edge as she kissed her loved, rode his dick, and
now feeling his hand kneading her breast.
Without the help of both of his hands lifting her slender hips, the
seventh year put more effort into her ride.
“Shit…you feel so…fucking…” Harry swore when her grinding
caused both of them to break their kiss to release their moans, and intake the air
they were fucking out of each other.
Cho’s swollen lips were parted and breathing as she looked
down in front of her. She could barely
see her creamy thighs parted over Harry’s lap, his bronze knees sticking out
between them. His nose was in her hair
that lay on the nape of her neck, moaning her name and swearing, while his hand
rolled and groped her nipples through her red silky bra. Taking turns on each one and trying to pull
the breasts together, he was making blood rise in the shape of long fingers
under her exposed pale skin. But if the
sight of their sex wasn’t enough to drive the Ravenclaw to the edge, Harry’s
hand from her hip easing two fingers into her open lower lips and stroking her
clit could.
“Oh, Harry!” she grunted, and then bit her lip as she began
bouncing on the hard dick inside her.
Cho knew she didn’t have long before the edge she was tittering on would
disappear and she’d fall. But the
seventh year was determined to feel his spunk coat her insides before she
fell. The pretty girl allowed her free
hand to hold onto the headboard as well, while Harry’s hands molested her
deliciously. She could feel her cunt
aggressively taking the dick foolish enough to be lodged inside it. Cho’s hips gyrated, grinded and bounced on
Harry’s appendage and she could hear her love unable to piece words together to
express what he was feeling.
“Sh…Lov…fu…hard…hard…GOD…Oh…Go…Your…Fuc…your…puss…tight…so…tight…Cho…baby…can’….can’….tak…cum…I…I…FUCK,
LOVE!” His final shout was punctuated by
what seemed to be a never ending stream of semen spurting up inside her like a
glorious fountain. It was just what she
wanted; just what she needed. The
Ravenclaw let out a guttural moan that seemed to pull from her highly mended
soul as she clawed the headboard and came on her love.
Unable to move with Harry deep inside her and the headboard
to close for her lay down, Cho rested her head on it. The strong hands of her assailant seemed
weak, and were trembling just as much as she was as they lazily slid up the
thin layer of sweat on her back. Cho’s
bitten lip quivered as she did all she could to catch her breath, listening to
Harry attempt the same.
“That was…God, Love…” Harry said breathlessly, unable to
finish the sentence.
“Hmph…” came Cho’s only way to reply, holding onto the
board.
“Oh…sorry, Love,” Harry said, and soon, Cho felt herself
emptied of his manhood, her body lifted and shifted beyond her control and then
laying down in the Gryffindor’s arms.
Nuzzling against his chest and neck, the Ravenclaw held on tightly and
smiled weakly. “Ssss…” Harry suddenly
hissed, “think you could take your shoes off now, sexy? They hurt a bit.”
Cho looked down between their intertwined bodies to see her
heel, decorated with her red panties, lodged into Harry’s calf. “Oops!
Sorry, Harry.”
Harry nuzzled his face down to hers. “Not accepting your apology unless I get a
proper kiss to go with it…” he whispered to her lips.
“I believe it’s rather apparent that you can have anything
you want now, Harry,” she smiled opening her mouth to him to satisfy his
stipulation. While he kissed her, his
hand slid down her bare leg to the area under her knee. Lifting it over his leg, his hand continued
downward until he slowly took off her shoe, tossing it to the side. Cho kicked the other off on her own, and
tangled her legs with Harry’s. Harry
then pulled the side of the large blanket over them, though she was warm enough
in the ice palace lying in his arms. It
was where she always wanted to be. And
Cho wondered while she was being thoroughly kissed, that if she gave, or
continued to give him everything he wanted, could she always be in his arms?
The two broke their kiss when the school bell began to
ring. Confusion set in for the
Ravenclaw, but the Gryffindor only smiled.
“Happy New Year, Love,” he whispered.
Her hand caressed his handsome face as she smiled. “I believe people kiss as they bring in the
New Year, Harry,” Cho whispered, pulling his face back to hers.
They kissed until the bell sounded for the twelfth time, and
for a few minutes after for good measure.
“Well…I think we did more to bring in the new year than kiss, don’t
you?” Harry asked breaking their kiss.
“I reckon so,” her swollen lips replied as she watched the
green eyes she loved. “What does it mean
when people kiss at midnight, Harry?
Does it mean…they’ll…kiss for the…rest of the year? Is it like…making a wish?” Cho asked before
she could stop herself from saying what her heart was hoping.
Harry’s eyes read of something she couldn’t decipher, and
she hoped he couldn’t see the hope and yearning in her eyes. “Dunno, Love.
My first kiss was last year. Some
lovely took pity on me under the mistletoe in this very room. By New Year’s, a kiss wasn’t something I…even
thought about….except the one I received under the mistletoe,” he
chuckled. “But…” he continued as he held
her closer, “I hope…it, um…” Harry’s
words trailed off and soon Cho found herself kissed some more.
Could I have this all
year, please, whoever answers the wishes for New Years? May I please have him? Can you make him love me? At least…can I still have…this…until I figure
out what to…do next? Cho asked whatever higher power it applied too. Her soul hoped, her heart ached, and her lips
swelled under his. Why couldn’t it just
be her lips swelling every day from that point on? Why couldn’t her heart be satisfied and
fulfilled and soul only attached to his forever? Or at
least until I can figure out what to do next! she repeated to herself in
her mind.
“Harry…” she whispered, breaking their kiss. “What…happens the day after tomorrow when
everyone’s back?”
Harry’s smile disappeared, and Cho could see his expression
change to someone searching for some inner courage to carry on. “I…well, I…promise…that…” he began nervously,
confusing the Ravenclaw instantly. “…I
will…I can deal with it, Cho, I can.
I’ll just, you know…find someway too…numb myself while you’re with…him. I won’t do…anything to…him…for touching
what’s min - touching you…” Harry
stuttered himself onto his back, and ran his hand through his messy raven
hair. “I don’t want you too, Love, I
don’t. I really, really…don’t. It’s killing me every day, the idea…” he
confessed to the snowy ceiling.
“But…I’ll be good…just as long as…”
Suddenly, he was back on his side, facing the pretty and confused
seventh year. “You…promised we wouldn’t
change, Love,” he said worriedly. “You
said we can still be…together…you’ll still be mine if I was…good. You’re not thinking of changing that, are
you?”
Cho watched the green eyes tinted with fear, anxiety and
sadness all at once. She touched his
cheek, trying to ease his sudden onset of fear.
“No, I won’t change us. I
promise…”
I love you far too
much to walk away. I love you far too
much to ever really consider sleeping with Cormac. Little do either of you know, he’s history.
“Really, Love?” Harry asked as she yawned.
Cho nodded leaned her sleepy head forward to nuzzle his
neck. “Yes, Harry, I promise. I’ve…already tried…twice to let you go…I’m
not making another go of it again…” she said, repeating his words from weeks
before.
All was quiet for several moments as Cho was held by her
assailant. The wonderful sex, the
excitement of the dance, and now lying with her love had exhausted the pretty
girl. Slowly, she began drifting off to
sleep.
“Hang on, Love,” Harry began suddenly after they had fallen
silent. But Cho didn’t startle at the
sudden sound. Instead, the dreamy image
of her binding Harry to a wall to suck him off, disappeared at the sound of his
voice. “I know of only one. That horrible two weeks you wouldn’t allow me
to…so much as hold you, but when before that?
Please…tell me I was wrong in thinking that the tow…”
Cho yawned once more trying to get back to the sexy
dream. “It wasn’t before…it was
after. It would have
been…rather…permanent, that. But you…put
the mockers to that…” she said, sleepily.
“G’night, Harry…” The pretty
seventh year went to sleep in her love’s arms, not hearing him asking her
further whispered questions.
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The Ravenclaw woke up on the first day of the new year
feeling warm, contented and nearly fulfilled.
Her brown eyes first met a white canopy that was pulled closed around
the bed. The ultra soft white pillow and
blanket she was under swallowed her perfectly.
The only thing that was missing was what she had been waking up with for
the passed few days; Harry’s arm draped possessively over her waist. Cho did not like waking up without it
anymore.
“Harry?” she called before sitting up, and training her
sleepy eyes to look through the canopy.
It was only then that the seventh year noticed the sound of water
running.
“I’m here, Love. Good
morning,” Harry said, and Cho turned her head to what was the night before, a
dance floor. Now, from what she could
see, her shirtless love was bending over a large tub. Cho couldn’t help but smile. She couldn’t wait to be in his arms.
Sliding out of bed, the Ravenclaw realized that she had only
slept in her bra. But judging by the tub
filled with bubbles, she was bit over dress.
“So, what’s this all about?” she asked as if she didn’t know.
There was a look in her love’s eye she couldn’t read. He looked happy to look at her, but something
had changed. “Thought we could use a
bath before Dobby brings us breakfast.
I’ve already told him we’ll be missing it in the Great Hall this
morning.” Harry turned the water off and
stood up straight. “You’re mine all day
today, Love. I’m not letting you get to
far from me for any reason, meal times or whatever.” His words made the seventh year forget about
what was missing or had change in his eyes.
“But I suppose there’s one thing I’ll have to let you go for…” he said,
his expression turning into mock sadness, “the loo.” Harry smirked at his statement and pointed
toward the other door.
After Cho brushed her teeth, and for some odd reason she
didn’t even understand, did all she could to make her hair look nice just to
get in a tub of water, she came out of the bathroom. Stripping away the last piece of clothing she
had on her, she walked toward her love already soaking in the large tub. “You know, I don’t like waking up without you
wrapped around me,” she said unashamedly as she took Harry’s extended hand to
step inside the tub.
Harry couldn’t contain his smile or eyes from raking over
her naked body. “Well, I do apologize,
Love. Allow me to make it up to you,” he
said, helping her sit down between his legs.
Before she could settle properly in the water, Harry wrapped his arms
around her waist and across her collar bone to pull her close. Cho backside collided with his growing
morning erection.
“Mmmm,” she moaned at the sensation of it. “And I won’t do without proper morning kisses
either, Mr. Potter,” Cho add through her smile turning her head toward his to
receive what she demanded.
After several deep, then light, then barely there due to
their smile kisses, Cho rested her head back against her assailant. Harry rested his head against hers, his arms
resting around her waist. Cho
intertwined their fingers under the warm sudsy water, and then pulled his arms
tighter around her until she pushed her own air out of her lungs. Harry giggled.
“Two weeks, Love?” he snorted lightly.
Cho, keeping her eyes closed, shook her head against
his. “No, one day,” she whispered
solemnly. “That’s all we have left.”
“That’s not true, Beautiful.
We have loads of…”
“None like this, Harry.
Never…like this again,” Cho said, interrupting him. The Ravenclaw gently pulled away from Harry’s
arms and turned around in the water.
Straddling his legs, the Ravenclaw slid up her Gryffindor with the help
of his arms not allowing her to get to far away. “Let’s just make this day special, yes?” she
said, pleadingly.
Keeping his hand on her waist, and raising the other to her
cheek, Harry pulled her closer. “Of
course, Cho,” he said before kissing her.
“Anything you want to do, we’ll do, as long as we’re together.”
The emerald sincere gaze penetrated the Ravenclaw. But she didn’t mind. She hoped Harry could see everything she was
thinking, everything she was feeling.
Briefly she entertained the idea again of telling Harry how she
felt. But then she was sure it would
ruin the little time they had together, and maybe for the rest of the school
year. Cho could not have that. Nothing was to hinder her time with her love.
Rising up on her knees, and taking his mouth once more, Cho
slid down on his erection. Harry grunted
in her mouth at the sudden feel of penetration.
But instead of releasing his lips, and explaining herself, the seventh
year very slowly began to take the reluctant hero in the tub of warm
water. After several kisses, Cho lifted
her head and allowed Harry to gently feed on her neck and collarbone. The slow, gentle ride started off as only a
need for more physical connection with her love, then for sexual
gratification. But Cho had to admit that
Harry felt just as good as he normally did.
And soon the physical connection was tainted by the need to satisfy each
other and themselves.
“Harry…” she moaned quietly in his ear as she eased up and
down his shaft. The water had begun
getting involved in the sexual play, shifting and crashing against them as Cho
moved. Her arms were around his neck,
holding on to him as she placed light but purposeful kisses on his face. Harry’s hands gripped her hips, helping her
movement unable to add his own in the position.
But Cho took her love well, causing him moan in her chest. She then caused him to shudder in her arms as
she laid her lips on his scar. Each
light kiss made him tremble and made Cho hold her love closer.
I love you, Harry…
she thought and her heart moaned.
During the slow, intimate ride, Cho caught sight of the door
to their private world. Her moaning
heart wished with all it’s might that Ginny would walk through the door. She wished in the Room of Requirement that
the pretty redhead would witness the true lovemaking taking place with her and
Harry. How sweet and tender they were
with each other, and how much they simply needed the feel of the other person’s
body near them, on them, in them just to breathe. Cho knew deep in her heart that Ginny would
probably enjoy many days like this with Harry, and more than likely for the
rest of her life. But Cho also knew deep
down inside her mended soul that the fifth year will never appreciate them as
much as she does.
Because she could
never love you like I do, Harry… she thought and her heart moaned.
Harry’s hands slowly slid to her bottom, holding and
squeezing her mounds the more she rode him.
Cho grunted at the feel of his hands on her backside, fondling her
cheeks. And when he held them open, she
shuddered herself as she felt his fingers slid along her slit. The seventh year’s head tilted back a little,
closing her eyes; she wanted to enjoy the feeling of his fingers inside her
split. Then his finger tickled her
sphincter. Cho knew well how good it
felt when his tongue teased her other opening, and she knew how much he loved
her fingers inside of him, but Harry had never done it to her. Not deeply.
Suddenly, she wanted it. She now
suddenly craved it. And Cho knew she
could trust him to do it.
“Put your finger inside me, Harry,” she whispered.
Harry’s finger had stop teasing her at her words. “Are you sure, Love?” he asked her shoulder,
kissing it with it each word.
“Yes,” she said, kissing his temple to show her trust.
“Hmph!” Cho suddenly whimpered as Harry’s finger slowly
entered her other hole all the way. It
was an odd sensation at first as his first knuckle eased in, and then the
other. But the Ravenclaw picked up her
ride instead of slowing down, and the added finger seemed to add to her
pleasure. Harry’s finger began to ease in
and out of her with her each grind of her hips under the water, and Cho wasn’t
sure what she was feeling but it felt wonderful. “Another, Harry…” she begged.
“Love…”
“Please!”
Another whimper escaped the pretty girl as Harry eased
another finger in. Cho bit her lip as
she felt his long, thick fingers stretching her opening. The ring of muscles she wasn’t aware she had,
were being touched and rubbed delicately.
She remembered how Harry felt inside when she had done the same to him,
but she knew there was something inside him that wasn’t inside her that drove
him crazy when touched. But even still,
the Ravenclaw reveled in the feeling of being touched so intimately by her
love, in a way that he only trusted her to touch him.
And she wanted more.
Now kissing him as she rode him, Cho contemplated what she
wanted next. She knew it would hurt,
though what she was receiving at present felt wonderful. The pain would subside, she was sure, and she
knew Harry wouldn’t push her more than she could handle. Cho wanted to do it, with Harry, she trusted
him as he trusted her. And to share in
such an intimate, more intimate than the many times and many things they had
done together, would be something she could keep with her forever.
Oddly, Cho had a feeling her assailant wouldn’t want to take
that step with her.
“Harry?” she whispered to him in his mouth.
“Yes, Love?” Harry whispered in return, biting her lip
gently as he kept her moving around her waist, and kept his fingers moving
inside her.
Kissing him deeply, then releasing his mouth, she whispered
once more, “I…I want…it.”
Harry opened his eyes to his still riding victim, and looked
into her brown eyes. “Want…it? What, Love?” he whispered, his eyes narrowing
in confusion.
She kissed him lightly, knowing he would protest. “I…want it…you know what I mean…” Cho
whispered as if someone was in their private room.
The Gryffindor leaned his head back away from the seventh
year, and stopped his fingers.
“What? No, Love, not…that…that
will hurt you!”
Cho knew her love well.
“It’s…okay, Harry. I…”
“No,” Harry interjected.
“I… Why? What…did I do wrong, Cho? I know you…asked for that before because…you
knew I wouldn’t want to…do that to you.
Have I done something wrong?” he said, his narrowing green eyes full of
worry and discontent. “Whatever it is,
Love, I’m sorry. Honestly.”
Cho couldn’t help but to smile at his concern. Leaning forward she kissed his nervous lips
once more. “No, you haven’t done
anything wrong, Harry.
Everything’s…perfect…”
“Then let’s not ruin it, Cho…” he pleaded.
The Ravenclaw leaned her forehead on his trademark and
looked into his eyes. “It wouldn’t ruin
anything, Harry,” she said quietly.
“It’s just…something I want to…share with you.” After giving him a soft kiss, she pulled her
head back. “I trust…you. And I…want to give you something…on my own
accord. Not…taken from me…” Cho watched Harry’s eyes lower
shamefully. The seventh year kissed his
cheek and leaned her forehead back on his to lift his lowered head. “Something for just…you and me. Please, Harry? I want to give you…some part of me that no
one else will ever have. I want to
be…closer to you…”
Harry watched her eyes and suddenly tightened his hold
around her waist. “If you want to be
closer to me, Love, stay in my arms. And
there’s only one part of you that I want, that I want no one else to…have…”
Harry said, lowering his eyes to her chest.
Cho knew what he was talking about, knowing how much he loved having,
looking, touching, sexing her body.
“You…already have that, Harry,” Cho said, briefly
smiling. Harry raised his eyes to her in
surprise. The seventh year leaned
forward and kissed him. “But you’ve…had
that, haven’t you? You’ve had me just
about any way you’ve wanted me. Now let
me have this…with you…”
Harry lowered his eyes again and shook his head. “No, it will hurt you. I don’t want to hurt you.”
Cho kissed his trademark and he trembled. She could feel him softening inside her from
their disagreement, and she began to move, needing his erection to stay
strong. “You like when it’s done to…”
She could see his forehead twitch in response to the
reintroduced movement. “But it’s not me,
it’s you, isn’t it?” Harry lifted his head and said urgently. “I don’t care about physical pain; it’s you I
don’t want hu…”
“Harry, I can take it.”
Cho kissed his cheek. “I want
it.” She kissed his nose. “I…”
…love you… She kissed his lips.
“…trust you. I know
you wouldn’t…hurt me…”
“You really…trust me, Love?” Harry asked, penetrating her
eyes as if needing the answer verbally and non-verbally.
Cho smiled and caressed his cheek. “Yes.
Share this with me, Harry.
Please?” she whispered before kissing him.
Their kiss was deep and passionate, pleading and
conceding. Harry seemed to feel it
necessary to tangle his fingers in her hair as he explored her mouth. His other arm locked itself around Cho’s
waist so tightly, keeping her flushed against him as they kissed, the Ravenclaw
could barely continued her slow ride of his manhood. Finally, Harry broke their kiss. His eyes stayed tightly shut as he rested his
forehead against hers. “O-okay, Love,”
he whispered painfully. “If…it’s
what…you want.”
Cho felt a mixture of surprise, joy and fear of what was to
come. She stood up on her knees, pulling
out of Harry’s reluctant arms, as he allowed his manhood to slide out of her
vagina. The seventh year eased back in
the warm water, watching Harry, with eyes full of uneasiness, get to his
knees. As he moved away, she took her
position in his place, only looking over the edge of the large tub. Harry sat at her side, seeming unable to move
as he watched her carefully, thoughtfully, and what she thought to be hopefully
that she’d change her mind. But Cho
simply sat up high on her knees, leaned over and kissed her reluctant hero.
“Thank you, Harry,” she said, sincerely. “This will make me so happy.”
Harry considered her for a moment, then nodded slowly. Soon, he was easing through the water and
positioning himself behind her, between her legs. Cho was suddenly nervous, but she wasn’t
going to back down. Before she only
asked for this to punish him; for him to give her pain so she could use it
against her aching heart. But now, the
seventh year was anxious yet happy that she was about to share something with
him so intimate. Harry began kissing her
upper back and shoulders. Cho sighed at
the feel of his lips on her body, easing her nerves. If fear struck her, she knew her internal
call for help would be yelling out for Harry.
However, he would be the one causing her pain, and would be there to
stop it. She did trust him.
Soon, his nose was nuzzling her scalp, and Ravenclaw sighed
again feeling her nerves settling even more from the familiar form of
affection. Even as Cho felt Harry’s head
tapping her sphincter under the warm water, her nerves didn’t heighten. It was her love taking her, and taking care
of her; Cho didn’t have to worry.
“Ready, Love?” he asked worriedly behind her.
“Yes, Harry…” she said, holding tightly to the edge of the
tub. She could hear her assailant
swallow hard behind her, before gently pushing his head into her tight
hole. “Hmph!” she couldn’t help but
grunt. It was much larger than his two
thick fingers.
“Are you okay, Cho?” Harry stopped and asked.
Cho nodded urgently, white knuckling the ledge. “Keep going, Harry…” she ordered breathlessly.
“Are…”
“Please, Harry!”
She was sure he had stopped breathing behind her, hearing
nothing coming from her assailant as he eased another two inches in. After a short pause, he eased a few more
inches in and the Ravenclaw was sure she’d split in half. “Okay…” she said breathlessly. “Move…inside me now, Harry…”
And he did. Cho could
feel Harry ease a few inches out passed her band of muscle and gently push them
back in. The warm water kept his dick
wet and her hole moist as her tight hole allowed him in and out. The pain was there, as she suspected, but
there was something else there as well.
An odd pleasure. It was similar
to the times Harry had taken her so roughly in her vagina, she felt sure she
would bleed, and had. The pleasurable
pain was becoming intoxicating for the seventh year. And though she was white knuckling the edge
of the tub so much that her nail had broken, her senses added to her enjoyment.
“Are you…are you…okay, Love?” Harry asked,
breathlessly. The Ravenclaw simply
nodded. She was doing much better than
okay.
Cho watched the water splash gently against her body as
Harry took her from behind. She could
hear him breathing heavily through what seemed to be his lip locked in his
teeth. Her own mouth stayed open with
her breath flowing heavily over her hands.
The lilac smell of the soapy water filled her nose with a hint of sex in
the air. And Cho could feel…everything. The shape of Harry’s helmet pushing through
her hole, her forbidden track, her muscles, a place she never thought of having
anyone enter. She could feel his need to
plunge the rest of his inches inside her to the hilt, but felt her love
struggle to keep himself under control.
But what Cho loved the most through the mixture of pleasure and pain, was
the simple feeling of Harry easing in and out of her. He had moved in and out of her many times
before, in her mouth, in her hand, in her pussy. But something about penetrating her ass, and
though he wasn’t making any noises, she was certain he was enjoying it, made
Cho love it even more.
“Do you…like it, Cho?” Harry asked though a heavy moan as he
clung to her hips, easing his throbbing dick into her bottom.
“Mmm, yes, Harry…” she whispered truthfully, before biting
her lip.
The pretty girl began feeling Harry’s fingertips digging
into her hips. The Gryffindor was
grunting behind her, still doing all he could to keep himself from burying his
length inside her. He had picked up the
pace, not fucking her as if he were deeply lodged in her cunt, but taking her
with more speed then when he started.
Cho could feel him stretching her, enjoying her, and making her his
own. She still wanted more.
“Deeper, Harry…please…” Cho begged.
“Love, I…”
Cho held the edge of the tub and pushed back on his manhood,
impaling herself with the remainder of his length. “Oh, God!” they both moaned in unison.
“Love…Love, are you…alright?” Harry asked.
“Yes, Harry! Now
please…” she begged, and began using the ledge as leverage to push herself back
and forth on his dick. “Hmph…hmph!” she
grunted, trying to fuck herself on his erection. Harry held her hips tightly and slowly began
meeting her efforts. And soon Cho was
getting fucked in her ass properly.
The tightness of her hole, the hardness of his pulsating
dick deep inside, and his pelvis bouncing off her cheeks in a way they never
had in the past, brought the two lovers to the edge. The delicious mixture of pleasure and pain
was only heightened when Harry yelped and began cumming inside her ass. The feeling of his cum filling her up in a
different way, made the Ravenclaw feel a tickle in her stomach. The odd sensation felt too good to let get
away, and Cho wanted to accent it.
Releasing the side of the tub, she eased her fingers into her folds and
began stroking her swollen clit under the warm water. And soon, Harry and Cho yelped again in
unison when her ass muscles clenched on his dick as she came.
The only thing the Ravenclaw felt next was Harry slowly
easing out of her. Before she knew
anything else, she was sitting across his lap in the warm sudsy water, and
locked in his arms.
“Beautiful, are you alright?” he whispered to her as he held
her.
Cho opened her eyes slowly and looked into worried
green. The seventh year suddenly
smiled. “That was… Did you like it?” she asked.
Harry lowered his eyes shamefully. “I…did.
You felt…so good. But…” he said,
looking into her eyes. “…nothing beats
making love to you, while holding you.”
The Ravenclaw’s heart ached as much as her backside
did. She kept her smile as she tangled
her fingers in his hair and eased his head down to kiss her. “You may hold me for the rest of the day and
make love to me if you like?”
“I’m definitely holding you for the rest of the day. I’m not letting you go for anything, Cho,” Harry
replied sincerely.
Could you mean that
forever, Harry…
“Thanks for…sharing that with me, Harry,” she whispered
before being kissed again. Cho felt she
was now truly his, every part of her body, her mind, and her mended soul.
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