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A/N: Never thought I’d say this, but sorry I’m
posting so…quickly?LOL But my rule is I have to have my latest story
posted somewhere before I can start writing my next one. And the plot bunnies are thumping me a new
one if I don’t get to the next story.
Chapter 6 -
Possession
By the end of September and well into October, Harry and Cho
embarked on a very private, very intimate, very sexual fulfilling
relationship. It was just sex. They weren’t friends. She still hated him. He still had Ginny. They still didn’t kiss,
not without lack of trying on Harry’s part.
The many slaps to the face he’d receive didn’t seem to detour him from
trying and it seemed to be game to the Boy Hero after awhile. Actually it was all a game it seemed.
Each day, just about every day, the two would have one to
three sexual trysts. Be it oral, hand
jobs or finger play, or gloriously raunchy, quick and careless, or tantalizing
slow and sensual sex, the two always found time for
each other. Finding time meant the game
of snatching each other out of hallways between classes, after practices, or
after meals. It seemed like to them that
they had been in every classroom in the school, and took to breaking in locked
ones when they had time for it.
And each day they found a moment to touch each other, suck
each other, or fuck each other. Every day, except for Sundays. Sundays were their day of rest, because
Monday mornings were their most precious times.
Clearly still their favorite day of the week, the two would spend the
mornings in Cho’s empty bedroom, on her bed, on the floor, on her roommates’
beds, in the bathroom, in the shower enjoying each others bodies to the
utmost. Often times they were late for
their first classes of that day, often times receiving detention, and often
times unable to wipe the smiles off their faces for the rest of the day.
But stripped down to it’s basics of how it started, the wizarding world still praised The Famous Harry
Potter. Because of that, he still needed
Cho as his outlet. Though she wanted it,
participated in it, asked for it, she was still not allowed to touch anyone
else, so he still had some level of control in his world of chaos. He was not allowed to deprive her when ever
she needed it, he was not allowed to kiss her, he was not allowed to sleep in
the same bed as her, and so the Ravenclaw had her control as well.
But most importantly for the pretty girl, with her needs
being satisfied and her equal level of control in their…relationship, another
bit of her soul began to repair itself.
Cho just hoped that one day her soul would completely heal.
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Cho walked down the hall one evening heading toward her
Tower. The Ravenclaw’s stomach was
growling, but considering the hour, she wasn’t going to encounter any food
until the next morning. She had hoped
studying would take her mind off her hunger, but it caused her stomach to cry
so loud, it disturbed other students near her table. So sleep sounded like the only thing that
would take her mind off food. Then
again, it wouldn’t be unusual for the pretty seventh year to dream of her body
being covered in whipped toppings and Harry licking his way to her creamy
center…
“I want you, Love,” whispered a voice in her ear, startling
her more then the arm that snaked around her waist.
Cho recognized the voice, his scent, the definition of his
hardness through their clothing on her backside, and his lustful tone well
before she turned her head to see Harry smiling on her shoulder. She sighed.
“Harry, for goodness sakes, we’ve been at it all day! We’ve missed lunch and dinner! All I want to do is sleep to forget that I’m
so hungry!”
Harry snorted smugly behind her, pulling her more into his
erection. “Let us not forget who’s fault it was we missed lunch. I do believe I was alone in a hallway, when a
raven-haired lovely came from nowhere, dropped to her knees and began sucking
me off while playing with herself.”
“Until your knees buckled and you fell? Yes, I do recall that,” Cho tried to suppress
her smile. “I was…well, only thirsty for
lunch…” she added, quietly.
Harry’s lips caressed the shell of her ear, and she took a
much needed breath. “And you had plenty
to drink then, didn’t you?”
Cho blushed slightly, oddly, considering all they had done
together. “Yes, well…you have a tendency
to cum as though you haven’t in ages.
But we know that to be untrue, don’t we?”
“Mmmm. Keep talking, Love,” he whispered in her
hair. “And I’ll take you right here.”
Her stomach may have been growling, but just below it was
purring at the prospect of having, being taking, by Harry right there. But Cho knew her hunger was far to strong to get through such a process. “Harry, you just had me for dinner,
literally.”
“Guess I was a bit ‘hungry’ from missing lunch, Cho. But as you know, you’re my favorite meal,” he
whispered again, before burying his head in her neck, tasting her skin.
Cho took a breath again and then shuddered. His lips were warm and wanting on her neck,
and she couldn’t help to think back to the unnaturally good head he had given
her during dinner. Her voice was hoarse
for two hours after that screaming orgasm.
But her stomach growled, bringing her back to reality. “I’m far too hungry, Harry. Let me sleep it off tonight, have breakfast
in the morning, and then I’ll have the energy to take you on anytime you want
tomorrow.”
“Is food all you crave, Cho?” Harry asked.
She sighed once more, knowing it was sexual joke, and
knowing it was not much of a joke considering her answer. “Of course it’s not all I crave,” she
answered truthfully, making sure to say I
hate you, Harry in her mind, “but I’ve just told you I don’t have the
energy for…that!” she added.
Harry chuckled behind her, before lifting his head from her
shoulder, grabbing her wrist and pulling her with him. “Come on, then. I can satisfy all you’re needs, Love, just as
I’ve told you before.”
“In bed doesn’t count!
What are you on about, Harry?” Cho asked as he dragged her along. “Where are we going?”
“You’ll see,” he simply answered, continuing them on their
journey.
It wasn’t long before Cho, and now invisible Harry having
dove under his cloak when they got around people in the halls, stood in front
of a large portrait of a bowl of fruit.
The Ravenclaw’s mouth stood open in shock, and her eyes narrowed in
confusion as she watched her assailant tickle the pear in the bowl. After it giggled, she was thoroughly
confused, but as the doors opened she just gaped in awe.
“The kitchens?” she asked more to herself then Harry. It looked like a mini Great Hall with the
long, foodless tables. But the tables
soon disappeared from her mind’s eye when her stomach smelled food within mere feet
from them. Harry continued to drag the
pretty girl along until they were near a preparation table. “Where are the house-elves, then?” Cho asked.
“Sleeping, no doubt. It is late, isn’t it?” he replied. Then, Harry left her standing there as he
walked over to cooler and retrieved bowls of sliced fruit, pies, cookies, and
to Cho’s dismay, whipped toppings. Yet
another dream of hers would be coming true.
After sitting everything out on the table, Harry looked unsatisfied with
his arrangement. “Hmm, it looks…mostly
delicious, but something’s missing that could make the wood of the table damn
near appetizing.”
Cho was thoroughly confused.
Everything on the table looked absolutely scrumptious to her. And her stomach agreed. However, when Harry’s strong hands grabbed
hold of her waist, and lifted her up effortlessly before placing her on the
table, she was no longer confused as to what he meant. “Harry!” she shouted in mock surprise when he
placed her on the edge of the table.
“Hang on…” she added, when with a swish of his wand, the table rose
higher. Now, the Ravenclaw sat eye to
eye with her standing assailant. Harry
smiled at her surprise, and leaned toward her lips. Cho’s hand quickly found his cheek in a hard
slap. “Excuse you! Just because you brought me to the food
doesn’t mean you’re going to get whatever you want from me!” she scolded him as
he rubbed his reddening cheek.
“Bloody hell, Cho,” Harry said with less irriation
than he normally did when she slapped him, having gotten use to it. “If you were such a brilliant lay…”
“What,” she interrupted in irriation,
“you’d let me be? Not bloody likely,
Harry…” Cho’s words trailed off, not wanting to say what she was really
thinking.
Harry smiled at her deviously. “You may be right, Miss Chang.”
“I know I am, Mr. Potter,” she said self-righteously,
glaring at him.
“Fine then, Love,” Harry said, leaning forward once
more. Cho raised her hand, ready to
administer another blow to his face, but he detoured toward her shoulder
instead of her lips. His arms also
headed toward her body, but didn’t touch her as they passed her
completely. Cho narrowed her pretty
brown eyes in confusion and looked to the side.
She then realized that Harry was moving all the delicious treats he had
taken out, further back behind her. “No
food for you, until you’re a good girl for me,” he stated plainly.
Cho exhaled.
Sometimes she like their sexual games, but at
the moment, she was much to hungry to play along. Just
get him hot, oh wait, too late for that. Then get him inside you, so you may be get a
piece of fruit, a cookie, or something, she thought. Narrowing her eyes at him,
Cho began pulling up his t-shirt until it was off his unruly head of hair and
tossed on the floor. She let her fingers
glided down his shoulders and chest, before turning her nails in and scratching
down the rest of his body to his pants.
Harry hissed at the stinging her nails caused in his body, but she knew
he liked it because he asked her grow her nails a little longer just for that
reason.
One of Cho’s hands held Harry’s belt as the other lowered
and began rubbing the hard bulge in his jeans.
He was rock hard already and she knew if she freed him from his
constraints, the sight alone would cause her mouth to water. But the Ravenclaw didn’t get a chance to
unzip him because Harry’s heavily breathing mouth from her ministrations,
decided it best to devour her neck. Now
Cho was heavily breathing as Harry’s teeth, lips, and mouth ate at her pale
column as they often did to her snatch.
He was so vigorous with the torture of her throat that she had to let go
of everything around his waist, and hold onto his shoulders for support.
Harry’s hands slid up her side, and soon Cho’s breast were
being properly molested through her shirt.
Her body was hot now, and the desire was fighting with the hunger. And when Harry began to unbutton her blouse,
Cho’s legs instantly wrapped around his waist, pulling his erection closer to
the heat between her legs. Just knowing that soon, his hands would be on her skin, on her
breasts, on her nipples, made Cho bite her lip in anticipation. Then finally, the lightly calloused palms
skimmed gingerly, then groped wantonly at her body. Cho allowed her blouse to slid
off her shoulders, and tossed it to the side herself, as Harry finally learned
how to undo a bra, and made quick work of hers.
Before the undergarment fell to the floor, Harry’s hands
were on her breasts massaging the mounds longingly. Cho watched his green eyes enjoy watching
what he was doing. And Cho enjoyed
watching his green eyes watching what he was doing. She loved being on display for him; something
about it always made her hot. But the
sight of Harry was gone temporarily when the Ravenclaw closed her eyes as
Harry’s squeezed and pulled her nipples.
“Mmmm, Harry…” she moaned, trying to lean back
on the table, ready for whatever else he wanted to do to her. But she moaned once more when it seemed he
wasn’t ready to lay her back, and he pulled her back up straight by her pinched
nipples. The Gryffindor’s mouth found
her neck once more, and Cho nearly bit her lip until it bled. Her own hand slipped between them, and she
began rubbing herself through her jeans.
Harry stopped tasting and terrorizing her neck to look down.
“Oh, no, Love. You’re
not getting off that easy. I thought you
were hungry?” he asked lustfully.
Cho exhaled in annoyance when he released one of her nipples
and moved her hand. “Well, either fuck
me or feed me, Harry! I can’t take it
anymore!”
“God, I love your dirty mouth! If you would just let me taste it…” Harry
said, eyeing her mouth as though it was the bowl of strawberries sitting to the
side of her.
“No,” Cho replied.
Then she held his hand that still held her nipple tightly. She pulled it away and laid
back on the preparation table, finding herself surrounded by food with a horny
Gryffindor standing between her legs.
This was just like a dream she had, or was it a fantasy that she
masturbated too the other day? Either
way, Cho was presently unbuttoning her jeans, then sliding her hand inside her
panty-less crotch and into her folds, before grabbing
a cookie from a nearby bowl and taking a bite.
“Mmmmmmm…”
The mixture of sexual pleasure, and hunger gratification was heavenly.
Harry stood in awe at the pretty girl playing with herself
while eating a cookie. “Merlin, Cho…you
can’t just…do that…” he said with difficulty.
Cho looked passed her cookie to the Boy Hero standing
between her legs. “Why
not? If you want to fuck me, then
by all means, pull my pants off and get inside me. But I must eat. I told you that earlier,” she explained
matter-of-factly.
“I…I…wanted to…feed you…” he stuttered, unsurely.
Cho shook her head.
She chewed and swallowed the last bite of the cookie and began licking
her fingers seductively as she watched him.
“Feed me then, Harry, before I cum on myself.”
Now Harry shook his head.
He then gently pulled her hand out of her pants, and stuck her wet,
glistening fingers in his mouth. Harry
sucked her digits until he could pull her pants completely off her body. As Cho lay naked on the preparation table
watching him, Harry undid his own pants, but did not expose himself
or even pull down his pants. Instead, he
reached over the table to the bowl of sliced fruit. Retrieving a slice of pineapple, Harry leaned
over the girl and rubbed the fruit piece on her lips. Cho licked the juice off her lips before
biting a corner off. The juice dripped
down her lips more, then down her chin as he rubbed it from her mouth, down her
throat, over her collarbone, pausing at her nipple to smear the yellow liquid
over it until it dribbled down her breast.
Finally, it trailed down her stomach where he squeezed the piece of
fruit until the sweet nectar collected in her navel. Harry quickly tossed the pineapple in his
mouth, before doing the same thing with another piece. Then came the
strawberry. Cho wanted to bite a bigger
piece off the tip he offered her, but she was so aroused that she wanted to
feel a large piece of her favorite fruit trailing down her body, juicing itself
on her hard nipples, before being squeezed in a pool of pineapple juice in her
navel. She watched the strawberry that
molested her so wonderfully be chewed away in her assailant’s mouth. It was beginning to be too much for the
Ravenclaw to take.
“Fuck me, Harry…please…” she begged.
Harry smiled at her.
“Just a second, Cho,” he replied, before taking to rubbing her clit
lightly with his thumb. Cho’s eyes
closed and she whimpered more as her pleasure nub was being stroked so
delicately. She barely noticed him taking another strawberry, dipping it in the
whipped topping, before rubbing it across her panting lips. As the soft confection caressed her lips, Cho
opened her eyes too see it, before taking a lazily bite. The strawberry and the remainder of it’s cream also followed the trail down Cho’s trembling body
as Harry’s thumb teased her clit. Smears
of whip cream were scattered on her creamy skin, with the bulk however, landing
on her nipple. Harry quickly chewed and
swallowed the remainder of the strawberry, before his hand found her hard tip
and he began rubbing the cream all around it.
“God, Harry…” Cho moaned.
“Please…take me…”
“I will, Love, but let me have my drink first,” he said
before lowering his head to the quivering pool of juice on her belly. Cho did all she could not to arch her back as
she felt Harry’s lips and mouth sucking the concoction off her stomach, then
licking up the remainder. But when he
trailed his tongue upward to her nipple and began licking and sucking up the
mixture of juices and whip cream, her body responded.
“I’m going…to cum…so…so hard!” she shouted breathlessly.
“Not unless it’s on my dick, you’re not,” he said, before
shoving himself inside her.
Every part of Cho’s body locked at his entrance, and the now
pumping inside took her to the orgasm she promised she’d have. Even Harry winced and moaned at how tight her
muscles contracted around his member. As
her body parts slowly began to unlock, Cho began to enjoy the ride of being
fucked while still coming down from an orgasm.
She loved the sensation of being filled to capacity, as Harry often did,
while still floating slowly back down to earth from her climax.
After awhile, the Ravenclaw could open her eyes to see the
Gryffindor thrusting all his glory into her, enjoying her in every way. His head was back, his mouth was opened, and her named spilled from her lips. It was hot for her watch, felt good enough to
take, but all she needed was a snack to watch the Harry Having Sex With Her Body Show taking place between her legs. So the pretty, sated girl reached for the
strawberries and began dipping them in the cream and eating them while her body
slid up and down the table. He felt
wonderful inside her still, plus the food mixed together was enough to put a
smile on the Ravenclaw’s face as she ate and got fucked.
Soon, Cho’s name was intertwined with that of a higher
power, and she knew her assailant would be cumming inside her shortly. Loving the feeling already of him shooting
his spunk in her cunt, Cho wanted to make it an even better experience. So the Ravenclaw made sure to get a big
strawberry, cover it in whip cream, and hold it near her mouth until she knew
Harry would release his juices. The
moment came, literally, with her name as it’s guide,
and Cho bit into her favorite fruit, during her favorite activity, with her
favorite liquid slicking her insides, from her favorite assailant.
Harry’s body collapsed on hers, but all Cho could do was
smile as she chewed.
“Merlin, Love…there’s no…way I could have…waited
until…tomorrow for that! I would have
been…wanking off…so hard tonight…thinking about…how
good you feel…I would have…pulled it straight off!” he explained breathlessly
to her neck, and snorted tiredly.
Cho snorted lightly as well with a mouth full of
pineapple. “Well, that wouldn’t benefit
either of us, would it?” She grabbed
another strawberry and dipped it in the cream, then licked and bit it. “Then, again, I would be alright. But I have feeling you’d still hex a bloke
for having me even if you couldn’t perform anymore,” she said, then sucked some of the cream off the berry.
“You’re damn right I would,” he answered honestly, but
exhaustedly watching the Cho and Strawberry show inches away from his
face. Harry held himself up on his
elbow, and watched Cho take another strawberry and make love to it with her
mouth, it seemed. Cho, being so hungry,
did not notice as she took yet another and did the same. Her lips were red with juice and accented
with bits of cream. “Good Lord, Cho,
I’ve never been more envious of anything than I am at that bowl of
strawberries!”
Cho finally took notice of his watching her. “Oh…what, I’m hungry.”
“I see that, Love.
But if you lick and suck that berry once more, I may have to hex it out
pure jealousy!” he snorted.
Cho smiled lightly, but narrowed her eyes at him. “Get up and out of me and you won’t have to
watch me so closely,” she suggested, pushing him upward as she sat up as well.
Harry stood up straight and pulled out of his victim. “I’m always watching you, Cho, or haven’t you
noticed?” he replied, watching her pull the bowl of fruit and cream closer to
her.
“Well, I guess you may continue to watch me eat. You got your sex, now I get my food!” she
said before turning her attention back to the bowls beside her. Cho dipped another strawberry and licked the
cream off. “My, but this is delicious
cream, Harry. You should try it,” she
said, her attention strictly on the food in her hand.
Harry was still standing between her legs and was
practically breathing on her cheek as she bit into the fruit. “I have tried it, Love. But I do believed it tasted better the way I
had it; off your nipple. Anything off of
your taste marvelous,” he whispered lustfully, before licking her neck
slowly. Cho didn’t seem to notice the
tongue on her skin for she continued her assault on the berries. Harry sucked on her jaw line until he noticed
he wasn’t getting any reaction from the Ravenclaw. Releasing her love bitten skin, Harry sighed
before dipping his finger into her bowl of cream, and smearing it on her jaw
line and neck. His lips met her pale and
literally creamy skin once more as he lapped up confection. “Mmmm, Love,” he
said between licks, “it tastes even better off you.”
“Hmph,” was all she said as she
ate. Cho, again, barely noticed Harry’s
actions. She had her head to the side,
taking in her berries, chewing and swallowing them down her throat as he licked
up her throat.
Harry lifted his head from her neck, having devoured all the
cream, and having not gotten a reaction from her at all. “Fuck sakes, Cho, are you paying any
attention to me at all?” he asked, watching her lick the cream off her fingers.
Cho moaned at her fingers, then stopped mid suck of her
middle one and turned to Harry.
“Huh? What?” she asked, confused.
Harry shook his head as he narrowed his eyes behind his
glasses. He took her fingers still
covered with cream, and stuck them into his mouth, cleaning them slowly as he
eyed her. Cho only raised an eyebrow at
him as she watched him lick and suck her clean.
When he was done with her hand, Harry reached his own into the bowl of
whipped toppings and scooped a chunk out.
Pushing the bowl off the table afterward, the cream splattered on the
floor.
Cho looked scandalized.
“WHY did you do that?” she nearly shouted, heartbroken at the wasted
confection on the floor.
“Told you I was jealous. And I was thinking since everything taste so
wonderful off of you, maybe you’d feel the same way about me…” he answered,
before smearing the cream all over his mouth, and smiling slyly.
Cho narrowed her pretty brown eyes at him in
irritation. “You git,”
she growled, before grabbing both sides of his head, and yanking his chin down
with her fingers. The pretty Ravenclaw
leaned forward and slowly, then roughly licked the
cream off of Harry’s cheek near his mouth.
Then, she worked on the area under his nose and the smear across the tip
of it. She could feel Harry trembling
slightly, but it didn’t stop her, she wanted the cream. Slowly, she licked his other cheek,
swallowing the cream and the taste of Harry’s skin down her throat. Soon, his chin became her meal as she licked
and bit the bottom of his face. Cho
ignored Harry’s moans of enjoyment, because she was set to clean the remainder
of the cream off him, and had to issue a warning in advance.
“Don’t you dare try to kiss me, Harry. If you do, I won’t be licking any part of you
for a week!” she said, staring into his green eyes. Harry didn’t respond with words or head
gestures, his eyes were just dancing with the anticipation that she maybe
licking more at any moment. Cho took
that for what it was, and knew she may end up slapping the Gryffindor again
before the two exited kitchen that evening.
Leaning in anyway, Cho could feel Harry’s warm breath
spilling over his parted lips as she gently began licking the corner of his
mouth. She could feel the sixth year’s
hand grope her lower back in response of what she was doing. The Ravenclaw heard his breath catch in his
throat when the tip of her tongue outlined his top lip, taking the cream up
along the way. Now both his hands were
gripping her naked lower back, and Cho wondered if Harry would soon be pushing
her back down the table and pushing his hardening member inside her. She could feel him quivering even further as
well, when she flattened her tongue on his top lip and clean it with long,
slow, purposeful licks.
“Ch…” was all Harry could get out with out the full use of
his mouth. Cho kept his mouth opened as
best she could, happy that Harry was following the guidance of her fingers to
do so. Because when she took his bottom
lip that she had bit out of anger on so many occasions, and began to suck the
cream off, the Gryffindor’s moans nearly closed his mouth, ending their fun. But they didn’t, and Cho sucked his lip
almost as well as she often did his dick.
If Harry had nails, they would have been in her back by how forceful his
grip was on her now. The seventh year
tried to suppress the smile she had because of the power she possessed over the
sixth year at the moment. And just to
test it even further, Cho took her slender finger and scooped up the remainder
of the cream off his lower lip and stopped the sucking of his lips.
“Stick out your tongue,” she whispered seductively. Harry didn’t need telling twice and the
tongue that had given her so much pleasure in so many areas was sticking out of
his gaping mouth. Cho did allow the
smile to tug at the corner of her lip, as she took her cream covered finger and
wiped it on the tip of Harry’s tongue.
“Don’t close your mouth, that’s for me to eat,” she whispered again, and
just her words alone made him shudder.
Cho tilted her head to the side, making sure her lips didn’t touch
Harry’s in the slightest as she stuck her tongue out and licked the wet, cream
covered tip of his. The feel of his
taste buds on the wet tip, made Cho just as wet between the legs. As she gave it another lick, she did all she
could not to put her foot up on the preparation table, and shove Harry’s
fingers inside her. She licked it again,
and took a breath, Harry’s breathes that were rapidly flowing into her mouth as
he quivered heavily. Then, Cho placed
her tongue on the bottom center of Harry’s lower lip and slowly licked up his
lip, over his protruding tongue, and up the center of his top lip.
The next thing the pretty Ravenclaw knew, Harry twitched
violently, grunted, and something was rained on her leg. Cho looked down to see that Harry had cum on
himself, and herself, and she couldn’t help but to
snicker. Harry was breathless and red
with embarrassment when she looked back up at him. Then, Cho dipped her finger in his leavings,
put it in her mouth and smiled. “My
other favorite cream,” she said slyly.
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“See, it’s really quite simple!” said Professor Flitwick to
his seventh year students. “Thank you,
Mr. Vaisey. I’m please to see your doing
so well after coming out of that coma.
Now another volunteer…ah, Miss Chang?”
Cho bit her bottom lip.
She still hadn’t mastered the spell, though she had tried it on several
occasions. Then again, all her studying
had been effected by her sexual bouts with Harry. Just another reason on her list to hate the
Boy Hero…fuck him thoroughly, scream his name, and cum each time, but hate him
nonetheless. In fact, she was nearly
late for Charms that day because Harry had decided to toss her on a desk and
make a mid-afternoon snack of her femininity.
“Oh, do not be so nervous, dear. You have mastered the disillusionment charm
for different parts of the body, so a full body should not be any trouble for
you now,” explained Flitwick, coaxingly.
The class all turned to the pretty, popular Ravenclaw who
was chewing her lip in apprehension.
“Yes, sir,” she consented then walked up to the front of the class.
“Splendid! Now
remember, Miss Chang, non-verbally. It
is most important to be able to use this quickly and quietly in case you are in
a bind of some sort.”
“Yes, sir,” Cho repeated, nervously. The Ravenclaw then took a deep breathe, and
placed her wand tip on the top her ponytail.
The incantation ran through her mind, and she felt what seemed like cold
liquid flowing over her body. She knew
she was now invisible to the class, but it was now an issue of how long could
she maintain it; that was always her challenge.
“Wonderful, Miss Chang! Now, let us see how well you maintain it this
time. Go on to your seat; we will be
checking on you shortly,” said Flitwick.
Cho nodded though he couldn’t see it, and walked down the
aisle to her seat, passed many invisible students. When she sat down, she eased her seat forward
indicating that she taken her seat. As
the tiny professor called on his next student, Cho heard a heavy breathing
behind her and the sounds of stroking.
She knew the sound of meat being stroked considering how many times she
had done it to Harry by itself or when it had been in her mouth. Cho thought it was odd at first to hear to
the noise of someone obviously masturbating in her classroom, until she
remembered that Vaisey was sitting right behind her.
“You’re lovely…even while invisible,” whispered the
perverted Slytherin behind her. “I may
have been in a coma for three weeks, but I can still feel your mouth on me,
Cho,” he added along with more strokes.
“You’re disgusting to be doing that in a classroom, Arch!”
she turned around and whispered.
The Slytherin snorted quietly. “No one can see me, baby. It’s hard to maintain with such a wanton
lovely in front of me. Care to get down
on your knees here in class and suck me off like before?”
Cho’s face was contorted into complete disgust though no one
could see it. She thought back to her
irrational decision to let him fuck her mouth while Michael fucked the rest of
her. It had been Harry’s fault she’d
done it, now she was subjected to such offensive advances from half the boys in
the school. Ironically, Cho knew that if
she told Harry about any of them, particularly this one, half the boys in the
school would be in the hospital wing.
And even though he hadn’t admitted to it, Cho knew the reason one
Hufflepuff that had shouted out something perverse to her in the Great Hall
ended up walking around with a neck brace for a week was because Harry had
heard him.
“Sod off, Arch!” she swore in a whisper.
“Whoa! Cursing, Miss Chang? Different for you.
Guess my dick in your hot, wet, gob gave you a dirty mouth, didn’t it?”
he replied lustfully in a whisper.
Cho turned around in the seat and faced the front with a
scowling look on her face. Harry was far to easy on you, you disgusting
pig! she thought.
But he was right about one thing, cursing was different for one Miss
Chang. And it was all due to a dick she
had had in her mouth, in her hands, in her vagina, in her dreams; Harry’s. If she wasn’t cursing Harry out for trying to
kiss her, or pulling her away from her studies, or existing at times, she was
begging him to “Fuck me harder!” during sex, or simply whispering in his ear
when ever she wanted it, “Fuck me, Harry.”
All of which he loved and did as instructed, and all of
which turned her on more because she was so willing to say it. She had turned into Harry’s ‘Dirty girl with
a dirty mouth’, which he loved to call her.
But as irritated as the pretty Ravenclaw was at the sexual
advance toward her in class, and the misfortune of having to listen to Vaisey
cum behind her, Cho was happy that she had maintained her charm during the
remainder of class. In fact, her tiny
professor had to stop her by calling out her name when class was dismissed
because he hadn’t seen her when everyone had started filing out. “Well done, Miss Chang,” he praised as she
took the charm off of herself, before walking out of class.
Cho walked to dinner with a smile on her face. She had smiled through her last class of the
day as well because she had been proud of herself for her work in Charms. Now all she needed was a nice romp with Harry
to make her day complete. But it was
another Gryffindor that stopped her on the way into the Great Hall.
“Hiya, Cho!” greeted Cormac to Cho’s surprise.
It had been the first time Cormac had spoken
to her since the rumors weeks ago about her threesome. He hadn’t even tried to hit on her like the
other boys had since, but she figure he was waiting until now.
“Hi, Cormac,” she replied with
less enthusiasm then before.
“How…how have you been?” the seventh year boy asked
nervously.
According to Harry,
I’m really good, she thought to herself.
“Fine. And you?” Cho asked wanting to get to his
insulting request and then to dinner.
“Alright I guess. I
didn’t make the Gryffindor team. So
close, thought I had it, but my broom…I dunno what
happened really…” he said.
And you’re expecting
me to drop to my knees and make you feel all better, right? You’re awfully cute, and I would love too,
but Harry would kill you…
“Oh, rotten luck, Cormac,” Cho
said sincerely. “But it’s our last year,
so you’ll be off to bigger and better things soon.”
Cormac smiled at her. “You’re right, Cho. Which brings me to why I was waiting here for
you…sorry, sounds creepy, me waiting here for you but…well, I wanted to ask you
something…”
Cho nodded, resolving that this was the point of
insult. “Cormac,
if you’ve come to ask if those rumors about me are true, then save your
breath. Believe what you want. And if you do believe them and think that I’d
be willing to go a round with you…” I probably could if it wasn’t your death
warrant… “The answer is no! And another thing…”
“Cho!” interrupted Cormac, his
eyes narrowed in confusion at the pretty girl.
“I…don’t believe everything I hear, for one thing. And if they were true, and I could care less
if they were, then it probably only happened because you didn’t have proper
boyfriend to take care of any…needs you may have.” Cho was thunderstruck by his words and the
sincerity in his eyes as he spoke them.
She knew her mouth was hanging open and closed it quickly. “Now,” he began again after a moment a
silence, “I trust you’ve…gathered I’d like to…change that, well your boyfriend
status at least. Right?”
Cho’s mind was still trying to get around what he said a
moment ago, so there was no comprehending his last statement. “Uh…right,” she said, unsurely.
“Brilliant, so…” he began with a smile from ear to ear.
Then it dawned on Cho what he was actually asking her. “Oh wait, Cormac, uh…no. Well…”
Cormac’s smile disappeared. “Oh, I see,” he said solemnly.
Cho felt awful. “No,
I just mean…a boyfriend…right now…I can’t…but…”
“Hogsmeade, then?” he asked tentatively. “Just a date…here and
there…at least?”
Nerves shot though Cho.
She didn’t know what to do. She
did like Cormac and she had already agreed to go to
Hogsmeade. But Harry was nuts, and Cho
didn’t know what he may do to Cormac.
“Cho?” Cormac
called after she had fallen silent for a minute.
“Oh, right, Cormac. Um, yes, Hogsmeade is still…on,” she said
already seeing his head bandaged and his arm broken as he stood in front of her
beaming from ear to ear.
“Brilliant. Two weeks
then. And then maybe we could…discuss
studying together…sometime as well?” he asked holding the Great Hall’s door for
her.
If you survive
Hogsmeade with both of your eyes, then yes, Cho thought morbidly,
accurately. “Yes…we’ll discuss that
too,” she answered tentatively, but then her nerves really spiked when she saw
the Golden Trio and their fourth heading down the hall. Harry hadn’t noticed Cho and the smiling Cormac yet, so she nearly leapt into the dining area. Rushing to her table, Cho decided she’d have
to find away to approach the subject with Harry about her pending date. Either that, or hope that Madam Pomfrey had
enough Skelo-Grow to reinstate all of Cormac’s bones once Harry was done with him.
************
Later that night, Cho got out of bed. She removed all her clothes, but kept her
slippers on. Her roommates lay sleeping,
some snoring, unaware of the naked girl heading out the door. Cho tipped-toed down the stairs, then peeked
into the common room. It was void of
everyone except Rowena Ravenclaw’s statue, and now a naked Cho Chang. The pretty Ravenclaw continued her light footing
to the main door, but before she went outside, she touched the tip of her wand
to the top of her head. Cho’s body was
already a little cold from walking around naked, but the cool sensation
spreading over her body as she began to disappear made her shiver. No matter, of course, she was going to go get
warmed up.
The seventh year walked through the empty school invisible
and as naked as the day she was born.
She made her way up to another Tower, and soon found herself standing in
front of a fat, sleeping lady in a pink dress.
Cho cleared her throat to get the woman’s attentions, but the woman’s
snores proved to be louder. So instead,
Cho decided to speak.
“Dragon breath,” Cho said.
“I’m sure yours doesn’t smell up to par right now, either,
Missy!” grunted the sleeping Fat Lady as the portrait began to open. Then she lifted her round head up to get a
peek at who she had just let in, but saw no one. “Hang on…”
But it was too late; Cho had climbed through a portrait hole
of a House she had never been in. She’d
been watching the Gryffindor Tower for a few days, well, watching when Harry
left alone so that she may grab him and have her way with him in a near by
corridor. But in her hormone-driving
watch, she had heard the password several times. So because she had only his mouth on her
crotch that day, Cho decided to use her newly mastered charm and nearly learned
password, and take the reluctant hero in his own bed.
Walking through the common room of gold and scarlet, Cho was
also glad to see that no one was there.
She didn’t know how long her charm would last at this point, so she
needed to get to her destination quickly.
Thinking of her own House and how the boys’ stairs were on the right and
girls on the left, she decided to try to the right set first. Judging by the snores in the rooms she was
approaching, she could tell she had chosen the masculine side of the House.
Having climbed to each floor, reading each door to see the
years, Cho finally found the door marked for sixth year boys. With the lightest click she could master on
the door knob, she tip-toed inside the room.
Now it was only an issue of finding the right bed because all the
scarlet curtains were closed around each four-poster. She peaked in one and before she looked to carefully at the person, the smell of sweat and dirty
socks filled her nose.
No! No, not Harry for sure, she thought as
she walked away fanning her nose. She
checked another, but this time she only opened it enough to sniff. This one was not so bad, but he smelled like
flowers and grass. That wasn’t Harry’s
smell either. Cho knew her assailants
smell just as good as he knew hers.
Finally, she decided to try the bed by the window. She parted the curtains only a little and
sniffed. Woodsy fresh scent met her nose
and she could tell Harry had just washed his hair because that’s the way it
always smelled when he came to her in the middle of the night or on Monday
mornings.
Cho pulled the curtains back further, and the moonlight
shone down on the scar of her favorite assailant. He was asleep with no nightshirt, and his
hand seemed to be under his blanket on one of the body parts she needed at the
moment. Cho smiled a little at the
prospect of doing to Harry what he had done to her on several occasions; climb
into her bed in the middle of the night, disrobe her and already begin tasting
her body until she woke up in a frenzy of desire.
But as the mischievous Ravenclaw climbed her slender,
invisible body on the Gryffindor’s bed, she realized of the two, she was the
heaviest sleeper. “Who’s there?” Harry sat up quickly from his bed moving, and
already had his wand pointed toward the end of his bed. Disappointed that she wouldn’t be able to
imitate his actions, Cho simply flicked her wand at his curtains, putting up a
silencing charm. She shifted once more
on his bed, causing him to aim his wand even straighter with the tip lit
directly at her. Cho grabbed his wand
from his hand and marveled at how fearless he still looked in his green
eyes. Just an extra turn
on for the horny girl.
Ready to reveal herself before he began punching at random
in the air, Cho leaned forward until she was a few inches from his face, then
tapped the tip of her wand to her head, causing a warm sensation to pour over
her. “Boo!” she said quietly. Harry smiled although his eyes widened in
shock. He leaned forward to kiss her,
but she pulled back and slapped him lightly.
“No, I’ve told you.”
Harry rubbed his slightly stinging cheek as Cho sat back in
her all her glory on the foot of his bed.
“How…did you get in here and…my God, your naked!”
Cho shook her head at the sixth year in pity. “Very perceptive, Mr.
Potter. The disillusionment charm
is how I snuck here. And I’ve known the
password for Gryffindor
Tower for about a week
now,” she explained nonchalantly as she watched him gawking at her naked
body. “Harry?” she said when she didn’t
receive a response from him as his eyes racked over her form. She loved when he’d stare at her body, it
always made her hot. Then again, she was
always hot, that’s why she was naked in Gryffindor Tower
in the middle of the night on her rapist’s bed.
“Yes…Love? Oh, right,
all week and… Hang on,” Harry said
finally taking his eyes off her thighs, and looking into her chestnut brown
eyes. “You’ve had the bloody password
all week, and this is the first time you’ve come to me? For God sakes, Cho, we nearly got caught in
the hallway fucking the other morning because we couldn’t make it to any
classrooms in time! Had you taken care
of that the night before, we could have a least had strength enough to make it
into a room!”
Cho narrowed her eyes even furthered. “You’re blaming that on me? You’re practically a Ravenclaw girl you’ve
spent so much time in my dormitory, why didn’t you come to me? And besides, what’s with just eating me out
today? As good as it may have been, you
know that’s not enough for one day, Harry!” she retorted angrily.
Harry’s glower turned to a smile. “Good, was it? I do believe the word you used was ‘Amazing’,
if I’m not mistaken, of course,” he said smugly.
Cho sucked her teeth in a Marietta fashion. “I was…cumming…when I said that, so…”
Harry climbed out from under his covers and headed toward
her with his smile. “Correction: You were cumming HARD when you said
that. Could barely lick you clean, there
was so much, Miss Chang,” he said huskily.
Cho turned up the corner of her mouth in a sneer as he got
closer. “Point is, Mr. Potter, it wasn’t
enough for today. I’ve come to collect
what’s due to me.”
Harry kept his smile and nodded. “Well, we here in Gryffindor Tower
aim to please,” he said jokingly, but with heavy hints of desires in his tone.
“Is that right?” said Cho, trying to suppress a smile as his
large callous hands grabbed her under her knees.
“That’s right,” he said pulling her until she was lying down
with her head at the foot of his bed.
“Now, let me start by giving you a tour.
See the lovely four-poster?” he waved around as he stood on his knees
between her legs. “This is the best
place in the House to be…well besides this place, mind you,” he said lustfully
as he ran a finger down her wet folds, causing her to shiver. “This place is wonderful no matter where you
enter it at. Which
brings me to introducing you to the staff of Gryffindor Tower…”
Cho narrowed her eyes but allowed the smile to tug at the
corner of her mouth. “The staff?” she
asked, lifting her hips a little just to watch his eyes follow her pelvis rise
and fall.
Harry only nodded for a moment as he watched her. Then he reached inside his pajama pants and
pulled out his hard penis. “The staff,”
he simply replied.
Cho’s mouth watered, but she ignored it. She wanted him in her lips, but only one set
would receive him tonight. “I think…I
know that staff…well…”
Harry nodded once more, and mimicked Cho’s half smile. “Nothing like getting reacquainted, don’t you
think?” he said evenly, before opening her legs even more, and easing inside
her waiting cunt.
“God, yes!” Cho said, receiving
what she had wanted. A different smile
tugged at her mouth as he began to ride her insides. It was the smile she always got and always
did what she could to suppress it when Harry would first enter her. She had learned to accept her body’s praises
of appreciation, but she couldn’t let him see her smile, from that at least.
“I don’t know…how I made…it all day with…just tasting
you…Cho,” said Harry in her ear as their bodies rocked together. “It nearly…drove me mad!”
Cho’s nails were dug into his back, but he stopped wincing
from that pain weeks ago. “Then…why…did
you?” she asked, then hissed at the pleasure he was causing.
But Harry didn’t answer her.
Instead, he began to thrust into her a little harder, and Cho arched her
back wanting to feel every thrust fully against her body. Harry seemed to need to feel her more as
well, when he grabbed the headboard at the foot of his bed and pulled at it to
accentuate his thrusts. Cho released one
of his shoulders and put her hand palm flat on the board to push as he pulled,
helping in his efforts.
He seemed to appreciate it as his moans heighten in her
ear. “God, Love…oh, God…”
Though she didn’t need to because of the silencing charm on
the bed, Cho bit her lip to keep from moaning as much as she wanted too. Actually, the pretty girl loved hearing their
sex. She loved the sound of their bodies
colliding, the squeaking of the bed when it wasn’t charmed silent, the moans of
her assailant praising a higher power and her, and on a rare occasion, her own
moans mixed in. Right now, she heard their
bodies, and Harry’s moans now turned into just heavy breathing near her
ear. Cho felt his lips sweep across her
sweaty temple as he tried to kiss it, but couldn’t. As his thrusts picked up so did his attempted
kisses of her cheek.
“Are…you…okay, Cho?” he asked. He always asked since she told him about the
time he hurt her out of anger over her threesome. Cho noticed when they had the rougher sex,
which she loved, he would always ask her how she was
feeling before he fucked her harder.
“I’m…okay, Harry.
I’d…tell you…” she whispered back, rubbing the back of his head to
assure him she was alright.
“’kay,” he said, before lifting up
on his one elbow and hovering above her as he pulled at the headboard, and
pushed deeper inside her. “I…can’t…seem
to get…in you…as much…as I…want!” Harry said between thrusts.
He was already pushing in to the hilt with every thrust,
driving Cho crazy with pleasure.
“You’re…in me…Harry…deep inside…God, so deep…”
“I want…deeper…I can’t get…deeper…” he grunted, pulling and
pushing inside her.
Cho lifted her legs even further up until they were
practically locked around his shoulder blades.
Her stomach suddenly felt full and he grunted in appreciation. But she knew it wouldn’t be enough. She knew when he complained about not getting
in deep enough, there was something else wrong.
But at the moment he felt to good to ask him
anything, and not that she cared anyway, she just wanted what he was thrusting
inside her. And as the Ravenclaw got
fucked in the Gryffindor sixth year boys’ dormitory, she clung to her assailant
and allowed herself to be ridden until they came together, yelling each other’s
name to the heavens.
Harry had fallen to pieces on her trying to come down from
the Heaven he had shouted her name too.
Cho was contently lodged under his warm body, though her spirit was
floating around above with his. When she
felt the soft kisses on her cheek again, she knew he was practically back to
earth, and if she didn't get down there soon, she’d have a reason to slap
him.
“Are you alright?” he asked in heavy breathes he was still
trying to catch.
Cho turned her head toward the one resting on her
shoulder. She couldn’t see anything but
his ear and her arm around his shoulder, but she responded anyway. “I’m…fine, Harry, honestly.”
“I…just can’t get…deep enough inside you, sometimes,” he
said with exhausted exasperation.
To
hide? she thought to herself. Cho knew she was Harry sense of control in
his world where he felt everyone and everything controlled him. The Boy Hero was a pawn in this game of Good
vs. Evil. The media and everyone around
him have gone from praising him, to dubbing him insane, to praising the very
air he breathes. There was no sense of
stability in his life, knowing that at some moment, any moment, Voldemort would
appear to extend Harry’s scar all over his body. At times, Cho felt he wanted it to end, for himself to end. But
she knew he was too strong willed to kill himself. And through some of the very little talking
they’ve done since they started this ‘relationship’, he’d made it clear that
Voldemort will die at his hands, even if it meant him dying as well.
But until that moment of freedom arrived for the Boy Wizard,
Cho was his place to bury himself away from the world. His place to have a
physical release of his frustrations.
His place to go against the label of hero and good
boy, which the world had placed on him.
And if he was truly mad, like they have said in the past, or will say in
the future, then with Cho it was on his own terms. She often wondered if the wizarding world did
switch their present opinion of Harry as Holier-Than-Most to Nuttier-Than-All,
would he’d go back to being the sweetheart she once adored.
But for right now, Harry was her assailant, and Cho was his
escape.
“If you got any further in me, Harry, you’d possess me. And you already do to an extent,” she tried
to joke, touching his sweaty cheek hidden from her by her own head.
Harry rubbed her shoulder gingerly and sighed. “Hmph,” he said to
her joke.
Cho sighed again.
“What’s wrong, Harry? I know
something’s bothering you. I didn’t read
any articles praising your socks this morning in the Prophet, so what’s the
matter?” she asked.
“Nothing,” he lied into her neck.
“Fine,” she said, releasing his shoulder and cheek and
trying to sit up. But she was stopped
when his hold around her tightened, keeping her sweaty naked body in it’s
original place.
“Okay…it’s just…my meetings with Dumbledore are…wearing on
me,” he answered her neck. Cho never
asked what his meetings with Dumbledore were about, and he never volunteered
the information. She just assumed it had
something to do with the war. And though
she hated Voldemort more than she hated Harry, she did hate Harry so to get
that personal was not an option. It was
only an option when it effected her receiving what she needed.
“Oh…” she said, not wanting to ask any further questions,
but his lock around her was not allowing her to get up either.
“That’s why I couldn’t…see you again today. I would have, believe me, Cho,” Harry said
sincerely.
“I believe you, Harry.”
He tightened his hold around her. “I will try not to let it happen again,” he
said, nuzzling his face more into her neck.
Cho recognized this act.
“Okay,” she answered blankly.
“Okay,” he said quietly, giving her one soft kiss on the ear
before burying his face even more in her neck.
Cho lay there for several silent moments looking at his
canopy above. He was always so obvious
to her she wondered why he didn’t realize it.
“Harry?” she called. Suddenly,
she heard him taking long, steady breathes as if asleep. “Harry…” she repeated, but he didn’t move,
just breathed. But when she moved, or
attempted to move, out of the Gryffindor’s arms, they tightened once more. “Harry, stop it, you’re not asleep!” she
scolded him.
“I was…just about at least.
And you could be asleep too, if you close your eyes and try it!” he
explained exasperatedly.
“Right, so one of your roommates can come
and check on you and find a naked girl in your bed? No, I’m not staying with you!” Cho argued,
trying to pull out his grasp, but he wasn’t relenting.
“Just one bloody time, Cho? God!
What would it hurt?” Harry retorted.
“Let me go, Harry,” she warned evenly, not struggling at
all.
“No,” he responded just the same.
“I’m warning you, Potter,” she said, angrily.
“Don’t care, Chang,” he retorted. But he soon regretted it, when she freed her
arm and slapped him hard across his sweaty face. “DAMN IT, CHO!” he yelled grabbing his cheek,
pulling out of her and sitting up. “Why
must you always slap me?”
Cho sat up as well.
“Why must you always try to sleep with me?”
“Bloody hell, Cho! I thought…just this one time…since it’s the
first time you’re here in my bed…”
“Doesn’t matter where, Harry, the answer is still no!” Cho
said, retrieving her wand and scooting to the edge of his bed. With a tap of her wand to her head, she
disappeared before his eyes. The
curtains of his bed opened and closed, but before they did, she could hear him
cursing in anger.
Cho tried running to Ravenclaw Tower,
but her tired legs didn’t allow it. She
walked quickly hoping to make it back before her charm ended, not knowing how
long she could hold it irritated. But
she wasn’t only irritated at Harry as a thought crossed her mind.
“Damn it! I forgot to
tell him about Hogsmeade!” she said out loud to herself, startling a painting
of an old man sleeping in rocking chair and causing him to tip over in fear.
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I have to find a way
to tell him! Cho thought a few days later while laid on a desk with a mouth
full of Harry and two of his fingers under her skirt and inside her vagina, in
the middle of dinner.
Harry and Cho always sat either back to back at their
tables, or facing each other. Which ever
way his friends and girlfriend chose, the two would be able to drop hints to
the other if they wanted to go for a quickie during the meal, or talk loudly to
their friends about the plans for that day so the other would know. Today, Harry had given Cho the nod during
dinner then got up and left. Cho waited
five minutes and left, finding him waiting for her around the first corridor
corner. Then they were off to one of
their favorite empty classes on the first floor. They had one for every floor.
Now, though lost in immense pleasure of Harry fucking her
mouth and fingering her, Cho thought about how to tell him about
Hogsmeade. She had avoided it the past
few days, just telling herself the sex had been to
good each day to think straight. So she
promised herself that if they shared an oral moment soon, she’d tell him…if her
mouth wasn’t full. Presently, it was, so
she’d have to wait until he lubricated the back of her throat with his
offerings before she could speak.
The time had finally come, and cum is what they did. Harry filled her mouth, and she drank it
down. Then, she nearly broke his two
fingers inside her when she clenched her feminine muscles and drenched his
hand. Harry fell into a chair next to
the desk she laid on, as they both tried to compose themselves quickly before
the dinner period was over.
Cho turned her face back toward him as her breath began to
steady. She saw him rubbing the sweat on
his forehead into his hair with one hand, and licking his fingers that had her
on the other. “You…can’t kiss Ginny
with…that mouth. She’ll…smell me on
you,” Cho said coming out of her haze.
Harry continued to lick his fingers apathetically. “She hasn’t before. Or at least, she doesn’t care or something,”
he answered honestly. Cho often wondered
why she would see Harry be so bold as to kiss Ginny after he may just have
eaten Cho into insanity less than hour before.
Harry always used cleaning charms on himself, but even Cho has smelled
herself on his breath hours later.
“Besides, you’re not to be wasted.”
“Oh,” said Cho. After
another moment of trying to gather courage to tell Harry about her date, Cho
sat up on the desk. “Um…Harry?”
Harry looked no where near ready to leave, or tuck his spent
member in at that. He was relaxed after
their sexual play, and she thought maybe this was the best time to present
it. “Yes, Love?” he answered, still
trying to catch his breath after he was done cleaning Cho off his fingers.
Cho pulled down her skirt after using a quick cleaning spell
on herself. “Well…um…Hogsmeade is coming
up and…”
Harry’s eyes widened with joy, to her surprise. “I’ve been thinking the same thing, Cho! We should both pretend to be sick and stay
back. Then we can shag all day anywhere
we please…well just about. The first and
second years will be around I suppose.
But sod them, we can do…”
“No, Harry,” Cho interrupted his scheme, that would have
sounded fine if it hadn’t been for date with Cormac. “That’s not what I was thinking. See…well…
Okay, you know… No…um… Look, Harry, I’ve…got a…date…for Hogsmeade,”
she explained to her wringing hands on her lap.
She couldn’t look into the green eyes of her assailant for a
moment. And when he fell silent for over
a minute, she wanted to turned completely around and not face him at all.
“Do you?” he said evenly after that long minute. Cho opened her mouth to speak, but nodded
instead. “And who do you think your going to Hogsmeade with,
Cho?” he asked in the same manner.
“Who do I think?”
Cho asked, looking at him and becoming angry.
Calm yourself,
Cho. Calm yourself! If you two get into a big row, he’s more than
likely going to go after Cormac because he’s mad at
you.
What do you mean? He’s likely to go after Cormac
anyway!
Yes, but maybe you can
coax him into letting you go without incident.
Well, broken bone and blood more like for Cormac.
Just be nice?
Can’t
hurt.
“Well, uh, Harry,” she began again, calming the anger
inside, and wringing her hands again. “Cormac McLaggen. He asked me ages ago before…the three…er…” she stopped herself from mentioning the threesome
because it often times set Harry off. “I
mean, before…we…you and I…came to an understanding about…what we do.”
Harry was quiet for a moment, several to be exact and Cho
was nervous. “I see,” he said in a low
tone. “And you couldn’t tell him to
bloody well piss off when he was smiling at you by the Great Hall a few days
ago, ‘eh? I’m sure he was reminding you
of what you said! I’m sure you could
have told him if he wants to keep
some of his most favorite body parts, he should find someone else to go with!”
“Harry, for goodness sakes!” Cho
shouted unable to contain herself. “It’s
a bloody date! Just one! I’m sure I’ll be to
much of a nervous wreck that you’ll jump out the bushes and attack him to seem
worthy of a second date!”
Harry stood up, knocking the chair over behind him. “NO ONE is to TOUCH YOU BUT ME!” he yelled.
Cho slide off the desk and stood in his face. “I DON’T LET PEOPLE TOUCH ME ON THE FIRST
DATE! SOME PEOPLE DON’T EVEN ASK FOR A
DATE, THEY JUST TAKE…NO, SORRY, RAPE YOU!”
“Is that it then?” he growled. “You want to fuck him? That’s why you want to go on this date?”
Cho wanted to slap the scar right off his forehead, but she
knew Cormac wouldn’t last the night if she did. “No…Harry…” she began trying to compose
herself. “I…you’ve
worn me out…well, worn me down!
I’m…sexually…satisfied. Well, my
insatiable needs are often met by you.
So I’m not out searching for others, believe me! I just want to go out on a date with
someone. Someone nice. Someone that I like. Someone who’s not going to throw me on a
table at the Three Broomsticks and fuck me silly! I’ll come back to the castle afterward for
that, and I’m sure you’ll be waiting,” she tried to sound humorous, but Harry’s
expression didn’t read of someone who wanted it.
“I still don’t want you…doing anything with him!” he said
evenly.
“Look, Harry, I…under normal circumstances, am NOT that kind of girl.
I actually like him. So I would
take things a lot slower,” Cho offered, hopefully.
“I don’t want you taking things anywhere with him!” Harry
growled again. “But have you bloody
date, then. Fine! But I’ll be watching you, Cho,” he warned
before tucking in his sated penis and stalking out the door.
Cho watched him leave and stood there for a moment. “Well…that went better than I thought. Now let’s just hope Cormac
makes it to the next weekend.”
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