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Chapter 5 - Mine
The past couple of Monday mornings for Cho had been
blissful. Granted, she had been woken
up, molested and sexed, but the last two times were great. This morning, the Ravenclaw was tired after
her threesome the night before. She
brushed her teeth after she got out of the shower, and looked at herself in the
mirror. Never in a million years would
she have ever imagined her life turning out this way. Even a few weeks ago, she couldn’t have
imagine having sex so much, wanting sex so much, and having sex with two people
at the same time. But she was glad she
did. The threesome calmed down the
monstrous rage she had inside for the act.
Michael fucking her and Vaisey in her mouth were
just puppets maneuvering at her will, simulating an act, and just as fake as
true puppets would be. At least in Cho’s
mind they were fake.
In Cho’s mind, it was Harry inside her orifices. And granted, Michael
was not as big as Harry, did not move like Harry, and didn’t moan his
appreciation like Harry, he was still a dick in her pussy while she thought of
Harry. Vaisey did not taste like Harry,
he didn’t feel like Harry in her mouth, and she had no intentions of letting
him cum in her mouth like she would for Harry, but he served his purpose as
well, posing for Harry in her mind until she knew he would cum. She just wished she could have focused on
those she was with instead of thinking about the Gryffindor rapist.
“Trial run, Cho,” she told herself
in the mirror. “There are far to many boys to choose from in the school now. Maybe you’ll find the perfect one to help you
get him out of your system,” she hoped as she turned to walk out the bathroom
in her toweled body and hair.
But when Cho walked out into her empty bedroom, she found it
not so empty. To her surprise, she found
a head and nothing more, lying on her pillow, smiling at her. “Harry?” she gasped at the image of his head
and nothing but her unmade bed.
Harry’s head floated upward slightly, and Cho saw his elbow
come out of nowhere. He rested his head
on his newly appearing hand, and continued his smile at her. “Morning,” he said casually, looking over her
form. “Fresh out the shower, ‘eh? I like my dirty girls clean.”
“Very funny,” she said, sure he was making a snide remark
about her being with Michael and Vaisey the night before. Marietta
did say that Michael had a big mouth.
“But how…” Cho was still slightly perturbed by the sight of the partial
Boy Hero, not quite grasping on yet.
Harry chuckled.
“Well, I couldn’t very well lay here starkers while you were in the
shower, and one of your roommates came back or something,” he explained in the
same manner as before. “You were in
there awhile, so I decided to strip and cover myself up with my Cloak. I was hoping to catch you walking out nak…”
“What are you doing here?” Cho interrupted him. “You…have a girlfriend to torture now.”
More of Harry’s body began to appear as he sat up on her bed
and put his legs over the side, facing her.
The light material of the Invisibility Cloak pooled on the floor near
the bed, and she could see his naked bronze body. “So…what?” he retorted, as he reached for
her. He pulled the towel-laden girl
forward between his legs.
“So?” Cho countered as if she shouldn’t have too. “SO you…shouldn’t be…I mean why would you
be…”
Harry’s hand slid down her towel until he reached the sides
of her uncovered thighs. Cho watched
him, watching his hands ease up her still lightly damp legs and disappear under
her towel. She swallowed hard at the
feel of his hands on her; they weren’t like Michael’s or Vaisey’s,
they were…his. As his hands continued
the slow pace up her legs, they turned and glided over her backside, up her
sides, and then finally to her breasts.
All the while his hand explored her, her towel loosened until it fell to
the floor near the Cloak.
Cho’s naked body heated up quickly under his touch. This was precisely the reason she was so
eager to have other boys, she needed to work Harry out of her system. Her body knew who was touching it and it responded
instantly. It hadn’t been so easy with
Michael the night before. But with
Harry, the sight of his head on her bed had made the remnants of her shower not
the only wetness in between her legs.
Now his hands were making her tremble, or was it his lips now planting
soft kisses on her stomach?
“Har-Harry…um…” she began, trying
to maintain composure as his lips swept all the up to her breast where he began
to taste her liberally, while his hands held them tightly. “You…shouldn’t…um…” Cho tried again, but his
tongue was lapping at her hard nipples and she was finding it difficult to
speak and breathe properly. Finally, she
had a moment to breathe when his tongue retracted back into his mouth.
Cho looked down to the green eyes looking up at her. Mostly blank, but with hints of lust, the
emerald green stared up at her as his thumbs teased her nipples. “That’s exactly it, Love, I’m not supposed
too,” he said with no emotion, before he looked fit to start in on her waiting
nipples again.
“Wait!” Cho said, holding the sides of his head and stopping
him. “I…mean…don’t you…like her? This isn’t about…the general society seeing
you as their savior…it’s about her…and feelings…isn’t
it?”
Harry watched Cho for a moment before allowing his hands to
release her breasts, and rest on her hips.
He looked down at her stomach and sighed. “I…do like her,” he admitted with what Cho
thought was guilt, and felt it for sure was when he fell quiet for a moment
after. But then green eyes met hers once
more, and she didn’t see guilt. The
Ravenclaw couldn’t quite read what was in the Gryffindor’s eyes at the moment,
but she knew she had seen it there before.
“But being here…having you…tasting you…fucking
you…is not what a good little hero is supposed to do while dating, of course,
his best mate’s little sister. Not a
good little boy like Harry Potter, no,” he said
through clenched teeth as if he hated his own name. Harry’s fingers dug into her hips suddenly as
he exhaled angrily.
“No, especially not with the things I’ve been thinking about
doing to you…” he said, placing hungry kisses on her stomach again. Cho’s eyes closed at the sensation of his
lips and she forgot all about Ginny Weasley as she got lost in what Ginny Weasley’s
boyfriend was doing to her. “Lay down,
Love. We haven’t much time for me to do
all the things I want to do to you…” Cho
wasn’t sure if that was applause, a marching band, or fireworks going off
somewhere in the distance. No, wait, that was her body cheering in anticipation over his
lustful words.
Harry backed up a little and pulled at Cho’s hips to guide
her to the bed. But Cho stopped his
movement. “No, Harry. You lay down,” she said sternly but with a
lust-laden voice.
Harry looked up at her, and their eyes locked as Cho pushed
his shoulders guiding him down to the bed.
He slid up her bed until his unruly hair rested on her pillow. Cho climbed slowly on the bed and straddled
his legs. The two watched each other as
Cho reached for the towel on her head, pulling it off and letting her long,
thick, damp, raven hair fall to her shoulders.
Harry lifted his hips and his hard manhood as his eyes racked over the
naked body on top on him. He tried to
reach for her, looking as if he couldn’t wait much longer, but Cho slid back
out of his reach. She felt a smile tug
at the corner of her lips, but suppressed it.
Cho leaned down slowly, allowing her wet hair to touch his
leg. He hissed when her lips finally
made contact with his skin, kissing his thigh lightly. Her dark brown eyes stayed on his as much as
they could as her kisses, now gentle bites, worked their way up his leg. Soon, her lips touch his sack and Harry
balled the sheet of her bed in his hand.
He grunted as she gingerly licked and sucked his scrotum. “Shit…” he whispered, his body wiggling a
little from the sensation. But his body
tensed as Cho glided her tongue up, licking his shaft until it slide over his
already weeping head. Her nails dug into
his thigh, and he hissed again, as she repeated the long, languid lick of his
dick. The sheets of her bed were being
pulled because of the torture, but soon his hand released the sheet and found
her damp hair.
Cho felt Harry’s hand tangle itself gently in her wet, thick
locks. Like the first time she blew him,
she thought maybe he was just trying to hold her head in place, but instead he
was massaging her scalp. His hands in
her hair caused her body to flush with an even greater desire. She didn’t know how much longer she could
contain herself under his touch. She
wanted him, but, she wanted to enjoy her assailant for a little while
longer. And without using her hand, Cho
finally gave into the watering of her mouth and slide Harry’s staff inside it.
Harry’s neck arched back as he moaned after entering her
wet, hot mouth unexpectedly. “Oh, Cho…”
he grunted, grabbing a chuck of her hair a little firmer for a moment, before
easing it to continue his massaging. Cho
slid him into her mouth as far as he could go as he finally locked eyes with
her again. She wanted to suck him down
her throat if she could because she missed his dick so much. He didn’t taste like Vaisey, he tasted
better, sweeter, not salty, well, a little salty, but she didn’t mind because
it was his. As her head began to bob up
and down on his prick, Cho’s lower body was becoming very jealous of what the
upper part was receiving. Her insatiable
need seemed to want him everywhere inside her at once if she could, and she
thought briefly of telling him how the night before she imagined taking on two
of him. She didn’t however, because her
mouth was full, and she didn’t want to let it go.
Harry, though still trying to maintain eye contact, was
slowly loosing his composure at her oral pleasuring. “My…God…Cho…God…I’m…not going to…last much
longer, Love…” And she felt him
pulsating in that familiar way on her tongue, indicating that he was right in
his statement. But Cho was not having
that. As much as she loved the idea of
Harry cumming down her throat, her pussy was screaming for him. So reluctantly, she allowed the hard shaft to
slide out her mouth. Harry’s head lolled
back and forth on the pillow as he touched his forehead with his free
hand. Cho wasn’t sure if he was relieved
that she stopped because he was fit to cum, or he was disappointed. Regardless, the pretty Ravenclaw wanted more
and was set on getting it.
Cho took to planting soft kisses, at first to his muscular
stomach, but that soon changed. He
tasted delicious and she began to bite.
Harry’s back arched at her teeth pulling, somewhat gently, on his
muscles and skin. He moaned once more
with his hand still lost in her hair, as her nails began to grab and dig at his
thighs, then stomach, then chest as she worked her way up. Cho’s tongue flickered over Harry’s nipple
and she watched him bite his lip like she often did when he did that to
her. “You’re…killing…me, Cho…” he said
breathlessly.
But she wasn’t done with him yet. After pulling, yanking and biting his body,
leaving marks along the way, Cho was now devouring Harry’s neck. His arm was around her waist,
and his hand still in her hair as she licked and suck without care of leaving a
mark on him. When Harry’s mouth wasn’t
open from moaning his pleasure, he had his cheek on hers, kissing her face and
shoulders as much as possible. And when
he wasn’t doing that, Harry had taken to taking a clump of her soft, thick hair
and holding it to his nose, taking long hard sniffs of it. “Mmmm…” he
moaned. “Cho…?” he whispered, as he
released her hair and held her cheek, lifting her hungry mouth from his throat.
Cho looked down at him, and they stared at one another for a
moment. The tip of Harry’s fingers slid
to her lips, and began to caress the corner of her mouth. Cho had pretty good idea of what he
wanted. But all she cared at the moment
was what she wanted. So the Ravenclaw
flattened her body on him a little more and felt what she was looking for. Harry’s helmet was in the right direction of
her waiting, wanting cunt. When the need
to kiss her became even stronger in his eyes, Harry lifted his head toward her
lips, but Cho eased down avoiding his mouth by engulfing him with her
pussy. “Fuck!” he said suddenly throwing
his head back, not expecting his sudden entry.
But Cho didn’t whimper as usual at entry. Instead, as she slowly sat up on his body,
completely impaling herself with his member, it was then that she couldn’t help
but moan. It was him. It wasn’t Michael; it wasn’t some substitute;
it was Harry. His dick was demanding
room inside her walls. His dick, that seemed so big she felt it in her stomach. His dick that, as she began to slowly ride
it, made her body, mind, and what little was left of her soul praised the
heavens and the boy underneath her. “Mmmm, Harry…” she whispered as she closed her eyes with her
head thrown back, and grinded him.
It took a moment for Cho to notice a new sound she hadn’t
heard before. She was so lost in what
she was receiving, she had to look down at Harry to
know for sure it was him. He seemed to
reveling in the feeling of her so much, too much, that he began making
whimpering noise like a girl. Cho tried
not to smile, but did decide to ride him even harder. The sounds were more pronounced, and though
they were funny at first to her, there were now just making her hotter.
Cho watched Harry’s head lolling back and forth again on her
pillow, as his mouth praised and whimpered simultaneously. His hands were gripping her hips as she rode
him hard, and Cho loved the roughness of his hands on her soft skin. Her own hands dug into his chest, then arms
until they finally slid up her own body to her breasts. Cho grabbed her own nipples and pinched them
hard as she enjoyed her cunt filled to capacity with Harry and her clit
grinding against his body. It was
heavenly and Cho’s head rested back again as she relished in it. She wanted this feeling all the time. She needed it, desired it, craved
it. She was addicted to it, thanks to
him. But she wasn’t angry with him at
the moment, she knew how to take care of the monster
he created in her. The pretty Ravenclaw
thought she would only be able to have whatever boy she deemed worthy in the
school. And she was content with
that. But if she could have Harry
sprinkled in there too on occasion…
“Mine…” he whispered, interrupting her thoughts, and pulling
her hands away from her nipples, taking to assaulting them himself.
…that would make it even better.
Cho’s insides began telling her her
joyful ride was about to come to it’s climatic end,
and she picked up her pace. She was only
briefly able to watch the mess of Harry Potter underneath her caused by her
sensual grinding of his dick inside her, but she could hear him call for her,
God, Merlin, and few other incoherent things as well.
Then it hit her. Her
orgasm seemed to develop in her toes, gliding through her legs, into her ass,
up her spine, through her hair, into the breasts Harry seemed to holding onto
for dear life, down her stomach and finally through her vagina. “OH HARRY OH GOD HARRY!” she tried to shout
but was being hit repeatedly with the waves of her orgasm that she couldn’t
muster a proper yell.
“Shit…OH SHIT…Oh, Cho…you feel so…so…OH GOD!” the Gryffindor
shouted underneath her, nearly sitting up as his orgasm took him and he sprayed
the walls inside her still climaxing cunt.
The combination of his orgasm and her orgasm had the power
to make another one rocket through Cho.
Her mouth flew open and no sound could escape her as it took her and
took her by surprise. Then suddenly, her
body seemed to liquefy and she landed on the already panting Harry. It took a few minutes for her to realize his
arm was laying lazily around her sweaty body. And another few minutes to realize that the
beating she was hearing was his heart. The steadying beat, however, made it
difficult for her to have the strength to open her eyes as her own was still
trying to calm itself.
“Is…it me, or…” began Harry quietly and sounding as though
he was speaking through a sleepy haze, “was that…even better…then the last two
times?”
Cho snorted lightly on his chest, and nodded her head as
best she could. “Yes…I…think it
was.” Cho couldn’t see Harry smile, but
she felt his head turn and his lips planting a soft kiss on her sweaty
forehead. His arms tightened around her
and though she knew she shouldn’t get comfortable, she couldn’t help feeling
that way in his strong arms.
“Would you like me to stay in you all day, Love?” she heard
him ask, and she opened her eyes in shock.
Was she dreaming, because the idea sounded wonderful. Then she realized that his softening prick
was still inside her.
Where it should
be! Don’t let it go, she thought to
herself before lifting her hips and allowing him his freedom.
“Sorry,” she whispered her apology and blushed. Harry pulled her up further on his body, and
Cho allowed her face to rest in his neck and his arms to hold her tightly.
When she heard his breath steadying in a sleepier manner
after several minutes, and was fighting against her own, she broke free of his
sanctuary and looked down at him.
“Harry…Harry…wake up?”
Harry turned his head toward her and barely opened his
eyes. “We still have time before our
classes, Cho. Let’s rest a minute,
yeah?” he suggested and tried pulling her back down on him. But Cho lifted herself up again.
“No…we can’t…sleep…together…” she said. Cho knew there was absolutely no way falling
asleep together period, but especially after mind-blowing sex, was a good idea
for them. It was like kissing; it was
just to…personal for their situation.
Harry’s eyes were on hers.
He touched her cheek as his narrowed his emerald orbs in confusion. “We’ve…slept together quite a bit, Love, or
haven’t you noticed?”
Cho sighed in exasperation.
“No, Harry. You know…what I mean…we…I can’t,”
she answered pointedly.
Harry considered her for a moment, then
sighed in the same manner as she had while caressing her cheek. “Why, because I…have a
girlfriend?”
Now Cho narrowed her eyes in confusion, having forgotten
completely about one Miss Ginny Weasley.
And she could care less when comprehension set in. “No,” she answered honestly. “It’s just because…we can’t, Harry. I just don’t thi…”
“Fine,” Harry interrupted her and sitting his exhausted body
up. Cho sat up the rest of the way,
having no choice since her pillow had sat up.
She was glad he wasn’t going to fight her on that considering their
bouts about kissing.
The Ravenclaw nodded and turned as if to get off the bed,
but Harry’s hand stopped her. “Oh no,
Cho, where do you think you’re going?”
Cho looked at him in confusion. “I…well, I need to get
ready for class…”
The corners of Harry’s mouth curved into a devious
smile. “Not like this your not,” he
said, gliding his fingers up her stomach, over the drying sweat. “No, my dirty girl’s dirty again. I must get her nice and clean before class…”
he said before pulling her to the other side of the bed where the bathroom door
was located.
****************
Cho had had a hard time wiping the smile off her face all
morning, even though she received detention for being late to her first class
that day. Her and Harry spent a little to much time in her shower, deliciously sexual time followed
by an additional orgasm, but to much nonetheless. When they laid down
on her bed after their second shower for the day, they were on the verge of yet
another bout of sexual play when someone noticed the time. Though exhausted, and both finding it hard to
walk properly, the two threw their clothes on, covered Harry in his cloak and
made a mad dash out of Ravenclaw
Tower. As they split up at the end of a hall, they ran
pell-mell for their respective classes with unwavering grins on their faces.
So Cho walked to lunch, smiling bashfully down the hall, and
trying hard not to limp. She knew,
however, Harry was for sure limping courtesy of her hard grinding on her morning
ride, and then holding her up in the shower while fucking her just as
thoroughly. She had been sexually
satisfied in every way by Harry that morning, and she knew she would be able to
get through the rest of the day without it.
It had been another great Monday morning for the Ravenclaw and her
Gryffindor assailant. So great, in fact
that Cho barely noticed people whispering around her. When people did actually ask her why she was
smiling so much, she simply said she loved Mondays. It had become her new favorite day of the
week.
The smile on the pretty Ravenclaw’s face grew wider when she
caught sight of the limping Gryffindor coming down the opposite corridor,
heading toward the Great Hall with his friends and girlfriend. Cho noticed that though he was limping, he
seemed to be having the same difficulty of containing the smile on his
face. And when he caught sight of her,
it grew just as wide as hers did.
“I still don’t get it, Harry,” began Ron as they walked
toward the Hall. “Why are you so bloody
chipper and after you got detention this morning from McGonagall?”
Harry’s green eye winked quickly at the approaching
Cho. “Dunno,
really. Guess I just love Mondays, is
all,” she heard him say.
She happened upon the doors of the Great Hall at the same
time as the Golden Trio and their fourth.
Ron walked in first, followed by Hermione, and Harry held the door for
Ginny though he was glancing over the short redhead’s head to see the
raven-haired beauty approaching. “After
you,” he said with a smile to Cho after Ginny walked inside.
Cho’s cheeks hurt she was smiling so hard and trying to
contain it at the same time. “Thank you,
Harry. How very sweet of you,” she
answered as she strolled in past him and heard him sniff quietly at her
hair. Her smiling cheeks reddened as she
headed toward her table. How could someone she hated make her smile so much, she
wondered.
“Well, that’s different,” said Ginny watching Harry walk in
after Cho. “Bitterness subsiding?” she
said snidely as her and Harry walked to the Gryffindor table, still in Cho’s
earshot.
The two sat down, and Cho sat, unintentionally, on her
table’s bench behind them. “She’s not so
bad,” she could hear Harry say.
Reckon I’m not so bad
considering how many times he moaned about how good I felt this morning…
Cho thought to herself as she smiled.
“So I’ve heard,” said Ginny and began whispering something
to Harry.
Cho tried to strain her ears to listen, but was interrupted
by Marietta. “Cho, it…can’t be true, can it?”
Cho became really nervous after what Ginny had just said and
now Marietta,
she wondered if her and Harry’s secret was out.
“W-what, Marietta?” she asked tentatively, focusing on her friend and
trying to see if she would hear Harry suddenly spilling apologies to his girlfriend
for his…many…indiscretions with the Ravenclaw.
Marietta
pointed down the table at Michael Corner presently being patted on the back by
Anthony Goldstein. Cho caught Michael’s
eyes, and he wiped the smile away from his face and looked down at his plate. She shrugged her shoulders figuring Michael
would have told someone of their activities the night before. She didn’t care, it
wouldn’t stop her from getting what she needed.
And if her blissful morning was any indication, she was sure to get ALL
she needed.
“SHE WHAT?” Cho nearly spilled her
pumpkin juice on the table when she heard the bellow of a Gryffindor male
behind her. Then she felt eyes boring
into the back of her skull.
“Harry, stop that!
It’s impolite!” Ginny scolded her boyfriend in just above a
whisper. “I’m sure…she’s embarrassed
enough as it is…”
Cho still felt his eyes boring into her, and for some reason
she was fearful to turn around. He
couldn’t be upset with her, could he?
He knew already,
that’s why he called me a ‘dirty girl’.
Either way, he hasn’t the right to be upset with me, has he? He made me this way. Maybe he was just being dramatic for Ginny’s
sake? Cho thought…hoped.
***
Cho went through the rest of her day with a ghost of a smile
on her face. The huge grin she wore all
morning had faded slightly after lunch.
And as many people asked her if the rumor was true about her, Michael
and Vaisey, the smile barely had a home on her lips anymore. She was beginning to regret her irrational
decision of choosing Michael, and allowing Vaisey in her mouth. But she needed that release, and they
provided a temporary solution. Temporary
because the next morning, that morning, she had the proper release(s), and the
one from Sunday couldn’t compare whatsoever.
As she thought about her morning, walking toward detention
that evening, Cho began to smile brightly again. She could still feel Harry’s hands on her,
his mouth on her, his penis inside her.
She could still hear him whispering, moaning, shouting
her name in praise for how good she felt.
She could feel herself starting to get wet again at the mere thought of
their activities.
Then suddenly, she could feel his hand and heard his voice
all at once. It took a moment for Cho to
realize that she was being pulled by the Boy-Who-Lived. But when she did, she quickly got her footing
and followed along quickly behind him, smiling all the way. Harry nearly kicked open the door to an empty
classroom, and pulled Cho inside roughly.
She brushed off his brusque behavior and sat her bag on a near by
table. He closed the door and stared at
her, not saying a word. Cho was tired
but the opportunity to be with Harry had presented itself and she was not passing
it up.
“Blimey, Harry,” she said walking closer to him. “Aren’t you tired from this morning?” He didn’t answer her. Cho shrugged her shoulders and began to
unbutton her top. “Well if we must,
let’s make it quick, I have detention. I
suppose I should have known you’d want another go today, that’s why you
snatched my panties out of my hand when I tried to put them on this morning,”
she joked. Harry grabbed her hands that
were unbuttoning her top. Cho looked at
him as the corner of her mouth lifted devilishly. “Care to do it yourself, then?”
But the Gryffindor didn’t smile at the joke or sexual
invite. “Care to explain to me what I’ve
been hearing today? Care to tell if you
had your panties on yesterday, or better yet, WHO was in them?” he nearly
shouted.
Cho’s smile disappeared and eyes narrowed further in
confusion. “What do you mean what you’ve
been hearing today? About
me and Michael?”
“And Vaisey!” he growled through gritted teeth with his face
reddening with anger.
Cho exhaled, trying not to cowering under the Boy Hero’s
furious glare. “Yeah, okay, so it’s true. Last night I…had sex with Michael. Vaisey came in the room and…well…you’ve
heard. So what? And besides, I thought you knew that already
this morning when you called me a ‘dirty girl’!”
“MY dirty girl!” he shouted.
“I mean…it was just…words. I didn’t
know about… And what do mean by
having…FUCKING them?”
Now Cho was angry instead of confused as she rounded on her
assailant. “Dirty mouth, it’s your
bloody fault I was with them last night!
Yeah, you!” she pointed at him angrily when he looked fit to
retort. “You’ve taken advantage of me
since school began! You created
this…insatiable monster in me! Then you
go off and get yourself a girlfriend, and I’m left needing to fulfill this URGE
YOU’VE created in me! What the bloody
FU…HELL do you think I was going to do?
I’m tired of masturbating! I
can’t go a ruddy class before my knickers are soaked
through! I need it and I…”
Cho’s words were stopped when Harry grabbed her upper arms
roughly and walked her back into a wall.
The looked in his green eyes scared her and she worried that he may hit
her. But even still, she looked
defiantly into his eyes. “YOU are NOT to
touch ANYONE in this school, or this FUCKING PLANET, CHO!” Harry growled and
shouted in turn.
The pretty Ravenclaw was in pain as the strong hands that
had given her so much pleasure just that morning, were hurting her arms. “That’s…not fair, Harry!” she retorted with
her voice straining from the pain. “I
have the right to…sleep with whomever I feel…”
Harry pulled her away from the wall, and pushed her back
against it hard. “LISTEN TO ME!” he
shouted. “You are NOT to touch ANYONE,
BUT ME! You do, Cho and so help me…” he
trailed off.
“What?” she shouted through the fear and pain. “What are you going to do, hurt me? You’ve RAPED ME several times! How much more can you hurt me, besides
KILLING ME, HARRY?” Cho kept her defiant
stare into his angry eyes, and as his narrowed further, she felt sure he would
slap her across the face. She almost
hoped he did. Maybe it would knock the
monster out of her, or it would make him leave her alone forever. “Guess I’m not your ‘perfect imperfection’
anymore, am I?” she baited him. But
Harry didn’t take the bait. He released
her abruptly and headed toward the door.
“You…are not to touch anyone…but me,” he said with quieted
rage. “If you do….they’ll…regret it,
Cho. Remember that,” he added to the
floor before heading out the door.
Cho watched the door of the class open and close as her
assailant left. Tears welled in her eyes
and as she slid to the floor up against the wall, the tears slid down her
face. The Asian beauty cried into her
drawn knees in the empty classroom, confused, alone and trapped. The little bit of her soul that had repaired
itself from giving into to Harry, had disintegrated again. She felt just as empty as the room she cried
in.
*******************
“Bloody hell, Michael, I’ve just heard!” said Colin Creevey,
later that night as Michael descended the stairs to the Main Hall. “Cho Chang?
She was Harry Potter’s girl last year, wasn’t she?”
Michael rolled his eyes.
“Yes, but I was her first…and second, of course. When you’re good, mate, they always come back
for more!” he explained pompously. “I
expect Ginny’ll be gagging for it again shortly.”
“Positively wicked, mate! Two of Harry’s girls! I’d give anything to touch anything he has!”
Colin mooned over the Boy Hero. “Or him,
for that matter,” he mumbled to himself gleefully.
Michael’s smile faltered at the praise not being solely
directed at him anymore. “Yes, well,
I’ve gotten further, much further into parts of them that he hasn’t. So he isn’t so bloody wonderful! Night, Colin,” Michael said dismissively as
he and Colin separated on the stairs, one going up, the other down.
The Ravenclaw male whistled down the stairs, enjoying the
praised he had received all day from the other males in the school for scoring,
again, with the pretty, popular girl.
But as his foot touched the third marble step from the end, he slipped
and flew forward down the stairs. Several
cracking noise echoed throughout as he landed on the hard stone floor of the
Main Hall.
The next morning, Vaisey was walking down the hall after
visiting his unconscious friend Michael in the hospital wing. The seventh year Slytherin shook his head as
he thought about his friend with his broken collar bone, shattered shoulder,
busted rib and broken jaw all on the left side of his body where he landed
first on his trip. The Slytherin never
knew his friend to be so clumsy, but probably figured the Ravenclaw was in too
good a mood, considering their threesome, to watch where he was going.
Vaisey shrugged his shoulders and continued on to his
Arithmancy class. However, as he walked
he got a sneaking suspicious someone was following him. He looked around and saw no one, but that
hadn’t settled his nerves. Then as he
passed a row of classroom doors, suddenly, one flew opened. Before he knew it, the Slytherin was in the
hospital wing lying unconscious in a bed beside his friend with a broken noise
and a fracture skull after catching a door hard in the face and the hard ground
after he fell.
Oddly, when Vaisey was found unconscious, there had been no
one there to take the responsibility of having opened the door so quickly and
carelessly.
**************************
Cho’s Tuesday morning was in complete contrast to her Monday
morning. She didn’t wear a smile that a
Blast-Ended Skewt couldn’t suck off her face. She didn’t flush with heat to her mid-section
with every passing thought of what she had done that morning. She wasn’t walking with a well-deserved and
appreciated limp. No, Cho was sad,
angry, and horny with no where to go.
The Ravenclaw thought the day couldn’t get any worse.
“Hey, Cho!” began Marietta
as she approached the Great Hall doors for lunch.
Cho stopped, though she wasn’t in the mood for Marietta’s sarcasm or
snide remarks about her in general, but particularly, how she’s been treating
Cho since Cho refused to let her eat her out.
“Yeah, Marietta?”
Marietta
smiled knowingly with a bit self-righteousness mixed in. “Have you heard about your boyfriends?” she
asked pointedly.
“I haven’t any boyfriends, Mari. So what are you talking about?” Cho asked
with obvious exasperation.
“Oh, that’s right, you like random cock, you
don’t have to be in a relationship with its owner. But someone close to you - NEVERMIND, look,
I’m talking about Michael and Arch Vaisey?”
Cho narrowed her eyes further in confusion. “No.
Well, Arch wasn’t in class this morning but other than that…”
“Well, I guess he wouldn’t be with a broken nose and
fractured skull, would he? Kind of hard
to concentrate in class with THAT kind of headache, don’t you think?” Marietta answered,
stunning Cho completely.
“What? Wow, how did
that happen?” Cho asked with gaping mouth.
Marietta
shrugged her shoulders and smiled.
“Caught the business end of a door, I heard. But Michael is worst off…”
Cho gasped. “What’s
happened to him?” she asked covering her mouth.
Marietta
looked disgusted. “Well, he slipped on a
step last night. Cracked his collar
bone, a rib, his shoulder, his jaw….
Still unconscious, so is Arch.
Bloody hell, Cho, guess sex with you has rather dangerous consequences,
doesn’t it? Glad you turned me down!” Marietta laughed as she
walked into the Hall.
Cho stood there dumbfounded for a moment at the news. And then Marietta’s words rang in her head. “Sex
with you has rather dangerous consequences…”
“HARRY!” she nearly shouted in the empty hallway.
****
Cho watched Harry during dinner that evening. The moment he got up with his friends and
girlfriend, she did too. Following far
behind, she walked toward Gryffindor tower.
As a seventh year, she was learning the disillusionment charm at the
moment, which could cause her to disappear, but she hadn’t mastered it
yet. So instead of walking to close to
an area only Gryffindor’s should be frequenting, Cho found an empty classroom
nearby and stood inside.
There, the Ravenclaw waited for hours it seemed for her
Gryffindor assailant to come out of his Tower.
She thought maybe he wouldn’t, and he was in for the night, but she saw
him heading down a corridor alone. The
girl followed from far behind, ducking out of sight when he looked around
casually. Surprisingly, Cho found
herself on the path to Ravenclaw
Tower. And then just as he stood near their personal
sexual office, the storage room near her House, she saw him pull his
Invisibility Cloak out of nowhere. The
Ravenclaw knew what he was planning on doing; he was coming to take her at some
point in the night. As much as her body
cheered at the idea, particularly since she hadn’t masturbated that entire day,
she knew she had to be strong and confront him.
Besides…she was too angry…to have…sex with him?
Get a hold of yourse…get a GRIP, Cho, she thought to herself. And she got a grip on herself when she saw
that he was set to disappear under his Cloak at any moment. Cho had to think fast. She whipped her wand out and aimed it
him. “Impedimenta!” she shouted, slowing
Harry’s process of getting the Cloak on him.
As it swung slowly in the air around the Boy Hero, Cho charged him. She yanked him by his collar and pulled him
roughly into the storage room.
Cho released the charm on him and Harry’s Cloak hit the
floor as he regained control of his body.
“Harry, I know what you did to Michael and Arch!”
Harry’s once shocked expression turned coldly casual. “Do you?
Let’s see, what you did you say about being with them? ‘Yeah, okay so it’s true’? Guess they should watch where they’re
walking. Guess they should watch who
they’re fucking, more like.”
“Harry, who could you?”
“It’s was quite easy actually,” he said nonchalantly. “First I…”
“That’s it, Harry! I
don’t want this anymore! You…can’t
change me into this monster and not expect me to react, to NEED it! You’re not available for me when I need
it! I need it all the time now! And I should be able to sleep with whomever I
want!” Cho yelled, trying to hold back
angry tears.
Harry walked closer to her and she was unable to read that
expression his face. “You need it all
the time, do you?”
“That’s what I said, didn’t I?” she snapped back. “Thanks to you!”
“Do you need it now, then?”
Cho rolled her eyes at him and didn’t answer. Harry grabbed her around her waist. “I asked you a question!” he growled. The girl still refused to answer. “Okay, I’ll answer for you!” With that, Harry reached down her legs and
yanked up her skirt. “Still nothing to
say?” She said nothing, but whimpered
slightly at the force of him tearing her already soaked panties off her
body. “Already ready for ME, are you?”
he said at the feel of her wet underwear before he tossed them to the floor.
“I hate you,” she growled.
“I can live with that,” he retorted in a menacing tone while
he undid his zipper with one hand, retrieving his member. Cho tried not to look down at it, knowing the
sight would make her mouth water even though she was angry at him. But when he pressed her body against his as
he eased them into a sitting position on the floor near the wall, she felt the
hardness on her stomach and her body cheered.
And when in one swift movement he lifted her slim frame and slammed her
onto his staff, her body screamed with praise.
Cho bit her lip at his rough entry, but the whimper she was
trying to suppress had escaped anyway.
Her long raven hair seemed to hang from the wall when he leaned her head
against it. It pulled slightly as his
strong hands lifted the Ravenclaw up and down on his dick as his own hips went
the opposite way causing their bodies to meet repeatedly in a hard but
stimulating pound. Cho dug her nails
into Harry’s shoulders as she tried glaring at him angrily while fighting with
the sensations he was causing in her body.
But her body was wining out, and his rough thrusts were accommodated
once more as her body made room for him inside.
“This…is…mine!” he grunted in between thrusts in the heated
cunt.
Cho’s body couldn’t agree more as her mind berated it for
it. “It’s…not…fair…” she tried to sound
angry but her words came out more as lustful whimpers.
Harry slammed her down hard on himself, impaling her
completely and she cried out loudly in response. “Sod bloody fair!” he growled as she tried to
gather herself after the slam, then continued his
thrusting relentlessly. “NO ONE…is
to…TOUCH…what’s MINE! You belo…THIS belongs…to ME!”
Cho was practically delirious from his powerful
movements. Her mind was all over the
place, and her body was not helping her either.
She clung to his shoulders with her nails as her cunt clung to his member. “Yes…Harry…yes…” she began from somewhere in
her thighs and her brain struggled for dominance over her body’s desires. “Yes…it’s…it…you can have me…God…uh…yes you
can have…me too! Please…I mean…yes....I
mean…” Cho stuttered through the thrusts of pleasure and immense pain. “But…I…wan-NEED to…try others! You…can’t…oh God…you can’t…be with me all
the…time…you…have a…a…HARRY….”
“NO!” Harry shouted and gave her another hard slam on his
dick, this time holding her down on it and not moving his hips. Cho felt him in her stomach but as her mouth
hung open, she couldn’t make a sound to protest. She barely noticed him grab his wand, and
swish it near by them, conjuring a blanket.
It also took a moment for Cho to notice that she was now laying on her back on a soft blanket. But Cho had been fucked harshly on that floor
before, and the stone was unyielding so the blanket didn’t do anything to help
but to not scratch her skin as she began sliding up and down it from his
thrusts.
The Ravenclaw beauty’s mouth still hung open with no ability
to make any noise at the moment as she was fucked roughly. Her ankles were over Harry’s shoulders, her
backside was not on the blanket at all, and she was nearly bent in half as the
Boy Hero pounded her snatch. “NO…ONE…BUT…ME!
THIS…IS…MINE…ONLY!” he said, accenting each word with a powerful thrust.
In Cho’s bouts of delirium as Harry tried to pound her into
the stone floor, her mind wandered to their blissful Monday morning. That Harry was gentle, though she hadn’t been
with him; he was patient, allowing her on top and riding him to insanity; he
was considerate of her body, though she nearly climb him when the need became
to strong in their shower; and he made her smile after their morning of sexual
fun, and not just from their mind-blowing orgasms.
But this was not that Harry.
This Harry was possessive. This
Harry was angry, not at the world, but at her for what he caused in her. This Harry was not gentle. This Harry was not considerate. And this Harry was not going to put a smile
on her face. But this Harry was about to
give another mind-blowing orgasm.
“Harry…Harry…Oh…Harry…YOU’RE KILLING ME…HARRY…PLEASE!” the
pretty girl shouted as a painful orgasm began to rocket through her. His sex had felt so good it hurt, and now her
orgasm felt the same. Even as Cho
listened to Harry growl loudly as he blessed her insides, normally turning her
on more, she couldn’t enjoy it like she had before.
The Boy-Who-Fucked-Her pulled out quicker than usual and
collapsed on the blanket beside her. Cho
thought she had been in pain while he took her, but it was nothing compared to
the pain she felt after it was done.
Slowly, gingerly, painfully, she lowered her legs all the way down to
the blanket. Her back hurt and her head
hurt from being pounded on the blanket.
But those aches were nothing compared to the one between her legs. She was sure it wasn’t just her cum and his
cum between her legs, it had to be blood.
Cho was set to get her period that day or the next anyway, but if it was
going to be late, she was sure Harry had fucked it out of her now.
Her eyes remained closed as she was still trying to come
down from her painful orgasm as well.
And as the Ravenclaw was trying to catch her breath, she could hear her
Gryffindor assailant trying to do the same thing beside her. Cho opened her eyes to the storage room wall
she had been fucked against and turned her head to Harry. His eyes were closed behind his nearly
steamed up glasses. His lips were parted
as air tried to pace itself through them.
And his face was flushed red, and so was his softening prick down
bellow. Cho wanted to reason with him;
to make him understand that she has a need now that he can’t fulfill with his
having a girlfriend. Before when it was
just rape, he took her whenever he pleased.
He had time to take her, tie her down, fuck her silly, and make her cum. But
with a girlfriend, he wouldn’t be able to do most of that. Cho wouldn’t mind, actually relished in the
idea of, being with him mixed in with being with others. Granted, she’d always compare other boys to
Harry, but nonetheless, she would have the power to chose
those less-than-perfect-because-they-are-not-Harry boys. But he didn’t want that, and it wasn’t far.
“H-Harry…I…still want to…do…this…well not this…but…like
yesterday…with you,” the seventh year began to his quiet form next to her. “It’s just…you can’t be with me all the time,
can you? You haven’t the time for that,
with a girlfriend and all. I’m
just…trying to keep…myself under control…by being with others. I didn’t know…I…could…we would…you still
wanted to be with…”
The pretty seventh year was interrupted when Harry’s green
eyes opened under his glasses, though he kept them toward the ceiling. “You can have me whenever you need too,” he
stated, more than offered. “You are not
to touch…”
“Harry, please be reasona…” Cho
began, sitting up on her elbow, but was stopped when Harry sat completely up.
“You heard what I said, Cho!
Touch ANYONE else, and THEY’LL regret it like I regret the day I was
born!” he threatened in an even tone before getting up off floor, tucking in
his spent member, and leaving the sexed Ravenclaw in the storage room alone.
Cho watched the threatening words come out of Harry’s mouth,
she watched him tuck away his weapon against her, and watched him grab his
cloak and leave the room, all while in utter disbelief, pain and sadness. The Ravenclaw couldn’t get her logical mind
around how she had even gotten to this point in her life. She was raped, trapped by his need to make
someone pay for his pedestal. But then
she began to like it. She gave into his
needs, because her body had given into him and to it. She needed sex, and went after it, feeling a
sense of freedom in her world of chaos.
But now she was trapped again.
She wasn’t allowed to be with anyone but him at the risk of that other
person being attacked. She couldn’t have
sex with him whenever she wanted, no, needed because he was now preoccupied
with a girlfriend, regardless of what he said.
And she was trapped inside her own body because she had no way of
killing the insatiable sexual monster that Harry had created inside her, that
enjoyed the brutal pounding she had just received in his anger and threats.
Why had she been forsaken?
Cho didn’t have a clue. She just
knew that every time there was light at the end of a tunnel, it always turned
out to be another bend instead of an end.
And that disingenuous light was merely a glow from the hell fire yet to
come.
**************************************************************
The next day, Cho was cramping badly. She knew it was for more reasons than just
her menstrual cycle, though she was happy to see it. And she was right,
Harry had fucked it out of her. But that
was just it; his rough taking of her the day before had made her insides
hurt. Cho was terrified that maybe he
had broken, popped or loosened something inside her. The idea of going to Madam
Pomfrey was terrifying, but Cho knew the matron never asked too many questions.
So the Ravenclaw missed Arithmancy to sit on a table for
Madam Pomfrey, just to find out that she was having worse cramps because of,
and in addition too, having had sexual intercourse to roughly. “You…must be more careful, dear,” said Madam
Pomfrey, not looking down her nose at the nervous, embarrassed Ravenclaw. “Know…your limits. Women are resilient in that…area, but you
mustn’t test Mother Nature, Miss Chang, for she’ll let you know who’s boss. And
you’ll find yourself unable to carry children or…worse.”
Cho’s pretty face was scarlet. “Thank you, Madam Pomfrey,” she said to the
floor as she tried to slide off the table, wincing in pain.
“Miss Chang? One more
thing,” said the witch, apprehensively but benignly.
“Yes ma’am?” said Cho, nervously.
Madam Pomfrey put a comforting hand on the girl’s
shoulder. “Are…well…judging by
the…scarring you had, dear…was that…sex…consensual?”
Cho’s heart stopped for a moment. Could she finally tell someone what was
happening to her? Could her banter about
Harry Potter’s love for chickens make the nurse seek some other level of help
for the obviously distraught girl? Would
someone believe her? Could she tell the
world on the Great Harry Potter? Did
she…want to?
Yes, of course you do!
Cho scolded herself.
And they would…believe
you, take him away, hope to end the war without him, and leave you fondling
yourself or sleeping with every boy accessible...
STOP MAKING
EXCUSES! DO IT, NOW!
“Yes…ma’am…it was…”
Rape…that turned into
good sex…that turned into…a trap…
“…consensual,” she finished, feeling her eyes glossing over
causing her to look away from the woman.
“I see,” Madam Pomfrey replied unsurely. “I know that there are a set of
boys…manhandling girls about the school and no one has come forward out of fear. But you needn’t be afraid, dear. They can not harm you anymore than they
already have…”
Cho narrowed her eyes in confusion for a moment, thinking
that Harry was only one boy and he hadn’t been with anyone else but her. At
least he better not have! But then
she realized who Madam Pomfrey was talking about. Crabbe and Goyle had been ganging up on girls
in the school. But no, her assailant was
everyone’s beloved disturbed hero, not a couple of horny goons.
“No, Madam Pomfrey.
It was…consensual,” she answered the worried looking witch.
She watched the matron nod, still with uneasiness. “Alright then, I trust you’re…keeping up on
your birth control potions or what have you?”
Cho felt the heat rushing to her cheeks. She had been on birth control potion since
she decided to sleep with Michael. She
stayed on it…just because after they broke up.
“Yes, ma’am.”
The school matron nodded her head slowly. “Well, I’d like you to either double
up…or…take this?” Cho watched the nurse
pull a vial out of a near by shelf.
“It’s a birth control potion that…well, let’s just say, it will help
with cramping. It will help so much so
that you won’t have but a few periods a year!
Now that’s something a woman loves to hear, am I right?”
Brilliant! Cho
thought sarcastically to herself. More time to want to sex! Fantastic!
She must work for Harry or something… “Thank you, Madam Pomfrey. I’ll…try it,” Cho said with a forced smile as
she picked up her bag and started to leave.
“And most importantly, dear,” said the matron, causing Cho
to stop in her tracks.
“Considering…your…well, er, if your choices
weren’t…rational as far as partners go, that potion also protects
against…diseases.”
Cho sighed at the words as she left the hospital wing,
understanding that the non-judgmental nurse was referring to Michael and
Vaisey. Harry was a virgin before he
took her on the train, so she wasn’t worried about him more than getting
pregnant. But her play for freedom with
choosing Michael and Vaisey could have resulted in much worse
circumstances. And worse yet, she could
have given something to Harry… Hang on,
why should she care if she gave him something?
He was the enemy.
He’d bloody well
deserve to burn, wouldn’t he? Cho thought to herself.
Yeah, and had they
given you something, neither of them would still be lying unconscious in the
hospital wing; they’d be somewhere six feet under.
Cho had taken a moment to look in on Michael and Vaisey
after Ginny Weasley walked inside Madam Pomfrey’s private examination
room. Her two former sexual partners
looked broken and defeated. Cho
remembered how, as they took her, her mind was on Harry. That morning as she looked them, Harry had
instantly returned to her mind. He had
seemed very serious about his threat to hurt anyone who touched his ‘perfect
imperfection’.
“His…” Cho said to herself as she walked the corridors to
her next class. “You are
officially…his. His property, that
is. You can’t get enough and he won’t
leave you alone, but…” Cho remembered
his words of being available to him anytime she wanted it. Was that really true, with Ginny in his
life? She wasn’t sure, but she would
find out whenever he came sniffing around her again.
**********************************************
And it seemed to be days before that happened. Cho’s period had ended after three days. Her assailant hadn’t even so much as looked
at her in those three days, and it angered her.
She knew he couldn’t have possibly known she had her period,
he was just deliberately depriving her of it.
And by Saturday, the Ravenclaw girl was in desperate need of it.
Cho tried studying in the library to get her mind off of the
calling between her legs. She tried
taking a walk outside around the school on the last of the pleasant days of
summer. She even tried talking to her
giddy girlfriends about nothing, just to allow her mind to clear of any
rational thought. Unfortunately, none of
it worked, and before dinner that evening, the Ravenclaw was finding it
difficult to even walk from being so aroused.
After passing the fourth floor bathroom Harry had taken her
in once before, Cho found the very same stall and soon had her head back
against the cubicle wall, and her hand in her jeans. She bit her lip trying not to cry out, but
little whimpers did escape her as her hand began to pick up the pace. She could see Harry behind her closed eyelids
again. He was underneath her, being
ridden into insanity, telling her how good she felt, pinching her nipples and
driving her crazy, and…
Cho’s fantasy stopped when the cubicle door opened
suddenly. She turned to actually see
Harry standing there with a vacant expression on his face, looking from her
eyes to her hands in her pants. Cho didn’t
say a word and neither did he when she dropped to her
knees in the stall and started unbuttoning his pants. She retrieved his member, that was already
hard, and starting stroking it more.
Harry held onto the open door and the threshold as the Ravenclaw stroked
him, then slid him into her mouth.
“Hmph!” he grunted to the ceiling.
Cho’s mouth was overly delighted at what it was receiving as
she began sucking him in earnest. Her
hand slid back into her jeans and she played with her clit while she blew the
Boy Hero. She wanted him deep inside
her, but at the moment she just wanted to taste him, touch him, and get
off. And soon she got her wish. Her sucks began to get even hungrier, her
slurps on his dick echoing in the tiled room, as she brought herself to
orgasm. And when Harry grunted and came
in her mouth, she drank down every drop while she continued to drench her hand
and panties.
When they were all done, and Cho finally let Harry out of
her mouth, she stood up slowly. Harry
was hanging onto the door for dear life trying to come down from his
orgasm. Cho, still trying to steady her
own breathing, found the strength to stand and push passed him, leaving him
spent and tired in the girls’ washroom without saying a word.
Later that night, the pretty Ravenclaw laid in her bed
thinking over the past week. She was
livid again, angry at Harry and herself.
He had her trapped in a box, only to be made crazy with desire, and then
only pulled out for use at his convenience.
But this could no longer be about his convenience. She had a need he created inside her and he
was going to have to fulfill whenever she needed it, however she needed.
I’ll see to that!
Cho promised herself as she lay in her bed waiting for sure-to-be-sex-laden
Monday morning.
******************
The past few Monday mornings had been wonderful for
Cho. She had been sexed thoroughly and
this Monday she had expected the same.
But as the pretty Ravenclaw sat up in her bed, behind her curtains, she
listened to the last of her roommates leave her room, and then, nothing. There was no visitor licking her clit, pinching
her nipples, fingering her insides to wake her up that morning. And now in the empty room an hour had passed
with no Gryffindor to appear to fuck her senseless.
Cho waited in her bed all morning feeling sure he wasn’t
going to miss this opportunity to take her in her room alone, especially since
he enjoyed their Monday sessions as much as she had. But he hadn’t showed up and it was nearly
time for her first class. So Cho got
angrily dressed, angrily packed for class, and angrily stomped out of Ravenclaw Tower unsatisfied.
She went through her class with a scowling look on her
pretty face. No one talked to her, even
her professor turned away from her when he was looking for someone to answer a
question. It was an odd feeling, being
furious and being horny. Cho had
experienced it on several occasions after the first week of school, but today
it was worse. This wasn’t like the times
she fought Harry out of frustration until he had her pinned and took her as his
reward, making her cum as her reward.
No, this time it was more pronounced.
She felt angry and horny in every fiber of her body. From her fingertips to her toes, she felt the
extreme emotions.
Her mind was running crazy with ideas and fantasies. She saw herself throwing Harry down on his
House table in front of everyone, and fucking him while choking him to
death. She could see herself discarding
her wand, beating him senseless in a hallway with her bare hands, then sucking him off as he lay unconscious and bleeding on
the floor. She even entertained the idea
of putting a binding charm around Ginny’s neck that tightened with every noise
she made. Then eating the red haired
snatch of the girl relentlessly, causing her to whimper and moan, unless Harry
fucked Cho from behind to save her.
It was at that point that Cho realized her mind was no
longer her own, and that the insatiable need inside her body had began to
effect the normally rational Ravenclaw’s conscience. Trying hard to suppress the insanity in her
head, she allowed one more illogical thought to surface and she acted on it.
Before the end of her Charms class, Cho scribbled something
on a piece of paper. After class was
over, she had a free period, so she slowly walked to the Greenhouses of the
school. As the corridors emptied of
students, and there was no one around, Cho entered the classroom of Greenhouse
four.
“Professor Sprout?” called the pretty Ravenclaw as she
entered the class of sixth years.
The stout, happily filthy professor waved the seventh year
over and put a finger to her mouth. “Quietly, dear. The
students are testing,” she whispered.
Cho covered her mouth in mock apology. “I am sorry, Professor,” she whispered in the
same manner. Then she looked at the
class and wondered why she needed to be quiet.
The students were presently fighting long, wild branches that were
protruding from tiny pots on the long class tables. Neville Longbottom was presently being held
upside in the air by one branch while being tickled by the other. However, that Gryffindor seemed to have more
control then the other students in the room.
Cho could see the Golden Trio in a far corner. The bushy-haired girl was pulling the arms of
the redhead boy, and their raven-haired friend was trying to pry the branches
from around the redhead’s neck. Briefly,
Cho wished it was the raven-haired boy being choked by the branches, but then
she remembered why she came.
“Oh, I’m sorry too, Professor, but Professor Flitwick needs
to see Harry Potter,” Cho said, handing the dusty woman the note.
“Right now?” asked Sprout, opening the letter and reading it
through.
“I believe it’s only for a moment, Professor,” Cho offered,
hopefully.
Sprout seemed to read the letter twice before folding it and
handing it back to Cho. Cho eagerly took
the letter back, glad the teacher had giving the false letter back to her. “Very well then,” she consented. “But please remind him that Mr. Potter is
testing at the moment…well, he’s choking, it seems, at
the moment. Excuse me, dear!” Sprout
said as she took her wand out and headed over to the Golden Trio where Cho had
gotten her wish. The branches had
released Ron and were now taking to choking the Chosen One. Once Sprout had saved the Savior of the
Wizarding World, Cho watched her point toward the Ravenclaw, and then waggle
her finger at him and point to her wristwatch.
Harry nodded, though his eyes locked on the Ravenclaw at the front of
the room, and hers narrowed at his. He
strolled up to the front of the class, well, he walked, dodged flying branches
and students, but all with a smug smile on his face.
She shook her head.
Cho Chang hated Harry Potter.
“Shall we, then?” he said, motioning for the door. Cho didn’t respond other then turning her
back to him as she walked ahead and out into the hall. They walked in silence for a moment until
they had gotten to the second floor near the Charms classroom. “Professor Flitwick must dislike you, sending
you to fetch me. I’m not sure we’ll make
it to him for a while.”
Cho didn’t turn around at all, but glared at the hall
forward. “No, it’s a power higher than
my Head of House that hates me. That,
I’m sure of,” she answered blankly.
Cho eyes saw the classroom she was looking for and began
walking quickly toward it. She could
hear Harry’s feet trying to catch up.
Then she felt his hand on her shoulder, trying to stop her, but she hit
it away. “Ow!”
he said. “Hang on…” But Cho didn’t, and grabbed the knob of a
classroom door, turned it and pushed it open before rushing inside. Harry, trying to catch up again, reached for
her before she disappeared into the class, but obviously missed. “Damnit!” she heard
him curse under his breath in defeat before entering the classroom.
The green eyes she once loved widened when he looked around
the classroom; the empty classroom that wasn’t Flitwick’s Charms class. “Uh, hang on…” he said, but didn’t finish his
statement because a white light hit his chest and he found himself thrown back
into a chair. “What the…”
Cho’s wand was still pointed at him as she closed the door
and locked it. With another swish of her
wrist, Harry’s hands bounded together behind the chair. Harry looked at her in shock, then allowed that expression to change into acceptance. “So this is it, then?” he asked evenly.
“What’s that?” asked Cho, walking closer to him.
He stared defiantly in her eyes. “You’re fit to kill me now then? I’m at your mercy, why waste the
opportunity?”
Cho narrowed her eyes at him. “You’ve been at my mercy before, you git. Or have you
forgotten you don’t bound me anymore to fuck me…” Cho gasped at the use of the swear word. Harry’s eyes widened at her use of the word
as well. The raven-haired beauty quickly
regained her composure of herself after the gasp, still trying to exude control
over the situation.
“You said…‘fuck’!” Harry said slowly in disbelief.
Cho’s eyes darted away for a moment, but quickly looked back
at her target. “Yes…well…that’s what
you’ve been doing to…me, haven’t you?
F-f-fucking me! Raping me is mor…”
“You’ve been fucking me back,” Harry retorted coolly,
smiling. He adjusted his hips in the
seat as he spoke and Cho noticed his pants tinted in the crotch. She swallowed the extra saliva that moistened
her mouth at the sight of his bulge, he’s much needed bulge.
“I…haven’t had a choice, have I?” she replied evenly.
Harry’s lips pulled heavily on one side. “Dunno about that,
Cho. Last Monday…my God, you rode me to
the brink of insanity!” he explained lustfully, his hips shifting upward in his
seat a little as his eyes scanned her body.
“Couldn’t walk properly after YOUR choice of our sexual positioning that
day, could I?”
She stepped closer to him and slapped his face. Harry’s head shot up to look at her with a
red hand print across his skin. “I
COULDN’T WALK PROPERLY AFTER YOUR CHOICE OF OUR SEXUAL POSITIONING THE NEXT
DAY, YOU BASTARD!” she shouted.
Harry blinked his eyes in confusion. “Wh-what?
What…happened?”
Cho wanted to choke him.
She wanted to beat him with her bare hands. She wanted to do several of the things she
thought of earlier. And she thought she
would when she bent down and undid his pants, pulling them over his knees and
exposing his hardness. “Wait…Cho…what…” But Harry’s words were stopped when she
lifted her skirt and mounted the Gryffindor, letting him impale her
completely. “Merlin!”
Cho placed her wand on the desk near them, grabbed the back
of the classroom chair, and began riding Harry vigorously. “Cho…Cho wait…Cho…Oh shit…Cho…tell
me…oh…fuck…” he stuttered as the sensation of being ridden halted his ability
to compose a sentence.
Her hand connected to his face once more, also making it
difficult for him to speak. “Tell you
what?” she shouted in his face, never missing a grind on his dick. “That you f…fucked me so hard, you hurt my
insides last Tuesday? That I…had to
see…Madam Pomfrey…because I thought…you had…ruined something…inside me…besides
my soul!”
Harry just stared at the girl riding him in shock for a
moment before he spoke. “I…I
didn’t…realize I was so…”
“Shut up!” she shouted.
Cho locked her ankles around the chair, leaned back slightly while still
holding onto it and rode Gryffindor with all her might. “And…and…and then you…don’t…show up…this
morning…you…deprive me…of what…I need…when you created…the bloody need!” she
tried to yell, but her body was responding, as usual, to the sex she was
receiving.
No, Cho. The sex you’re getting, taking from him! He’s bound to the chair; he’s whimpering in
pain and pleasure; he’s the one had, not you!
He’s to learn his lesson today, she thought as she rode him harder.
“Fuck! Cho…I
have…practice…today…oh man…and I knew…ssssss…if I had
you…today…I wouldn’t be able too…I wouldn’t be able too….walk and…Oh God, Love,
slow down…please…if you were…hur…”
Harry’s words were stopped once more when she punched him hard
in the shoulder. “YOU DO NOT DEPRIVE
ME! EVER!”
Harry’s head was back and he moaned in what seemed like
pleasure and pain. Many incoherent words
flew to the ceiling from his mouth as he was taken roughly in the chair. They sounded like apologies,
or demands to go harder or slower, Cho couldn’t tell, she couldn’t care
either. The sensation of finally getting
what she had been waiting for that morning was causing the familiar stirring in
her mid-section. The pretty girl knew
her orgasm was close, the thing she needed most of all.
“Love…Love…unbound me…I want to…touch you…” Harry begged,
leaning forward and trying his hardest to look at her as she rode him.
Cho closed her eyes, leaned her head back and continued her
ride. “No…” she answered simply.
“Please, Cho? I
know…your close…I want to…hold you when you…when I…”
“Shut up!” she shouted, slapping him once more.
And then the blissful moment took her. She cried to the heavens as she clenched
tightly around Harry, and soaked his member inside her. Cho needn’t worry about his wanting to hold
her before she came because soon she felt him drenching her insides. A smile tugged at the corners of her mouth
and she let it. She got what she wanted;
his dick, her orgasm, him cumming inside her.
Cho fell forward on Harry’s shoulder as she came down from
her much needed release. Harry tilted
his sweaty head forward trying to hold on to her shoulder with his chin in an
effort to keep her close. Cho noticed
this and his arms pulling at his restraints but she had no intentions of
letting him go. “Are…are you…okay?” he
whispered in her hair.
Cho sighed in irritation.
“Shut up,” she whispered back.
Harry lifted his head from her shoulder and tried to look
into her eyes. “How did…I…I mean…what…”
“AH!” Cho grunted in frustration before dismounting the
Gryffindor. Her legs wobbled a little
bit after the sex and still trying to come down from her orgasm, but she needed
to get away from him at the moment. She
pulled down her skirt, grabbed her wand and book bag and headed toward the
door.
“Cho, wait!” Harry called out still bound to the chair, with
his pants around his ankles and his spent member shrinking on his leg. She turned back and looked at him but his
concerned didn’t seemed to be for his present
state. “What did…” he began again. But before he could speak, Cho flicked her
wand at him once more, releasing his bounds and leaving the room.
Cho rushed down the hall a bit, knowing that he would try to
pursue her and if she was just running, he’d catch up with her. So the Ravenclaw stood behind a statue near
by, and hoped the disillusionment charm would work on her. She tapped her head and felt what seem like
cool liquid pour over her body. Then Cho
watched the classroom door swing open quickly.
Harry was barely zipping his pants as he looked up and down
the hallway, debating on which way she went.
He had a mixture of anger and concern on his face as he rushed by
her. She held her breath and thanked God
that the charm had apparently worked because the Gryffindor rushed, though
limping heavily, right by her without even noticing her. Harry had just disappeared around the corner
when a warmness seemed to flow over her, and Cho
looked down to see her body completely visible.
She hadn’t perfected the charm just yet, so the Ravenclaw ran down the
hall quickly before her assailant decided to come back around the corner.
******
It hadn’t been a perfect Monday for Cho, not like the other
two to three had been, but she felt slightly more empowered as she laid in her
bed that night. Harry had tried to
deprive her of sex and she didn’t stand for it, literally. She had been cunning and deceitful and broke
school rules just to get into his pants; to get what she needed. It was very freeing for the Ravenclaw,
repairing just a fraction of her broken soul, though she still felt trapped by
him.
Her thoughts were interrupted in her dark bed when she saw
her curtains pulled back slowly with only the moonlight showing through. Cho grabbed her wand, not sure if it was Marietta coming back for
another try for her; Cho was definitely not in the mood for that argument in
the middle of the night. But when the
curtains closed and she felt a pressure on her bed, she knew it wasn’t Marietta.
Cho lit her wand and aimed it at the foot of her bed. The invisible pressure shifted more on the
bed and she sat up and moved her feet.
In a swift movement, Harry pulled off his Cloak and revealed
himself. “What are you doing here?” she
growled, fearlessly.
Harry’s green eyes read of something she hadn’t seen
before. He kept them on her as he
crawled up the bed toward her. With much
effort, he took her wand out of her hand and swished it around the
curtains. “There, that’s better, isn’t
it? You can yell at me, and kick my arse
and no one will hear,” he said trying to sound humorous though it didn’t read
on his face.
Cho snatched her wand out his hand. “Come to seek your revenge from earlier, I
suppose?” she asked evenly. She watched
him climb further on top of her and she had to lay back down in order to not
collide with his head.
Harry considered her for a moment before speaking. “I’ve come to find out what happened,” he
asked just as evenly as her tone.
Cho watched him above her for a moment now, and looked to
his bandaged cheek. “Well, I must have
slapped you pretty good if you’re all bandaged up.”
“No, Love, that was a Bludger that
grazed my cheek during practice.
Luckily, it missed me full on,” he explained.
“Pity, more like,” she mumbled.
Harry sighed. “I
suppose I deserved that, for what is what I’d like you to tell me.”
Cho exhaled irritably.
“For what, Harry? What are you on about?”
“Today when you nearly paralyzed me in the chair, you said I
hurt you, and you had to see Madam Pomfrey.
What happened, Cho?” he asked her with what she was sure couldn’t
be…concern.
Concerned he’d get
caught! Concerned that
you found a way to tell. That’s
it, I’m sure! she thought.
“Terrified I’ve told on you, are you?” Cho said malevolently. “Let’s see what I would say, ‘Harry
Potter…likes chickens!’ Yeah, looks like
I still can’t say it, you ruddy…”
“How did I hurt you?
Or did I hurt you, Cho?” he interrupted her.
Besides
my soul? Cho thought. “You
were too…rough that day I confronted you about Michael and Vaisey. Lots of…ripping…and tearing…” she explained
to his concerned eyes. She wanted to
look away in shame, but refused too. Stay in control here. He should know what he’s done to me! I shouldn’t feel ashamed, he should feel ashamed.
Harry was quiet for a couple of moments as he watched her
eyes, watching his. “Then…why were you
so…rough today if you were…”
“Because,” Cho interjected quickly. “You are NOT to deprive me! I…expected you…this morning,” she said
truthfully, really wanting to look away in shame but didn’t. “I…”
Harry smiled lightly.
“I’ve…enjoyed our Mondays as well.
It’s just…”
“It’s just nothing, Harry!” she interrupted him again. “It’s not fair! None of this is fair! You’re putting me through a ringer because of
the world around YOU! You lock me in
this private Hell and I start to participate in what you want! Giving into what you want! But even still, when I go out to satisfy the
need you created in me when you’re not available, you hurt me even more! I hate you so much!” Cho shouted testing the
silencing charm Harry put on the bed.
But it wasn’t just her voice that tested it when she hauled
off and slapped him across the face once more.
Harry’s face flowed to the side with the assault and he kept his head in
that direction for a moment. Cho could
see his tongue poking inside his cheek on that side as if trying to stop the
stinging her slender hand had caused.
She knew he would be angry from the hit, but she didn’t care. What ever he thought he should to do to her
for her assault, she was ready for. And
she was ready to fight him back.
Harry finally turned his head back to her in complete
silence. She didn’t see anger in his
eyes, she didn’t see any emotion.
Instead, she watched him look down at her chest. Cho thought maybe he’d punch her in the chest
and knock the wind out of her or something just as violent. But she watched him grab hold of the blankets
and began easing them down her body.
Cho’s thin, white gown was practically see through
in the light from her wand, and Harry’s eyes were boring into it. Cho berated herself as she became hot over
the idea of Harry looking through her nightdress. When he pulled the blanket and sheet all the
way down passed her legs, a cool breeze caught her skin and her nipples poked
through the thin material. Even still,
the breeze wasn’t the only reason her nipples were hard.
“S-so…this is…your pay back?” Cho said, trembling slightly;
she didn’t know if it was from coldness, anger, or desire, or a combination of
all three. “You’re…to f-fuck me
after…trying to…deprive…”
“I won’t deprive you again, Cho. I’ll try my best to keep you satisfied,” he
said, with no hint of anger or malice in his voice considering she had just
slapped him.
His hand touched her stomach, and Cho’s breathe caught in
her throat. “Your…your
best? Try harder than that…”
“Just not so hard,” he interrupted her in a low tone as his
hand cupped her hip.
Harry’s hand began rubbing up her hip to her side and Cho
was too lost in the feeling to understand him.
“What…”
“Nothing, Love,” he answered and began easing his hands down
her body to her legs. Slowly he raised
them up, raising her gown in return. Cho
was now trembling strictly from desire.
And as she watched him gently place his hand on her hips, tuck his
fingers into the waist band of her panties, and watched him slowly pull them
down and off her body, her body was flushed with need. She wanted her assailant so bad at the moment, she didn’t know how much longer she could wait.
Cho sat up on her elbow and reached for him. She didn’t want four-play that night; she
didn’t want his lips all over her driving her insane, because she was sure she
wouldn’t make it; she just wanted him.
“Harry…” Cho said breathlessly as she tried to pull him down by his
neck.
She knew Harry could recognize the look of her need in her
eyes and she was not ashamed that she wanted it. But she was surprise when he reached for her
hand around his neck and pulled it away gently.
“No, Love, lay back,” he instructed just as gently as he laid her back
down. “I’ve…hurt you…down there,” he
said looking down into her open, waiting legs.
“I…must kiss it and…make it better,” he said with a half smile.
Cho could accept that, she thought. And she laid back and watched as he lowered
his head between her legs and began gently licking in between her wet folds.
Harry did as he promised, at least his efforts made it seem
like he was trying to do as he promised.
He licked Cho well into the night, bringing her to orgasm, lapping up
her juices, and then starting it all over again. When her final orgasm took her so high above
that only slumber was able to bring her back down to earth, Cho barely felt
Harry kiss her forehead ‘good night’ before leaving her to sleep in her
bed. But before she fell into complete
unconsciousness, Cho turned to her side and allowed one thought to cross her
mind: She loved Mondays again.
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A/N: Only 30 more
chapters to go!lol By the way, thanks to all who have read it
thus far! And I really appreciate the
reviews!
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