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Chapter 1 – Guilt and
Strategy
There were still no words in the English language to describe
how beautiful she was to him. Even with
the angry glare she wore and refused aim toward him.
“Cho, please try to understand…” Harry pleaded as he walked
hand in hand with his girlfriend down a school corridor. Though his love was holding his hand, she was
not speaking, nor looking, at her boyfriend.
“I told you I did it for your own good and mine as well. If something would have happened to you,
Love…” he said, squeezing her hand and shuddering from the thought before he
continued, “I would have allowed the bastard to kill me before I killed him!”
Pity he didn’t,
Harry thought shamefully.
Cho stopped their walk, released his hand, and finally
turned that beautiful angry glare to him.
“YOU taught me how to fight for just such an occasion, Harry! YOU wanted me to be as well trained as you if
something were to happen! BUT YOU
decided to hex me and store me away like a bag of grain while you went off
fighting! Now may I say ‘if something
would have happened to you’ and I wasn’t by your side to prevent it…”
“Love, they ambushed us!
No one expected Death Eaters and giants to storm the bloody castle! I – I panicked! I didn’t know what else to do!” he blatantly lied
for the first time to his girlfriend.
Harry had panicked, but his actions of stunning Cho and stowing her away
when ever he thought was necessary was not a hasty decision. He had made plans for just such a thing with
Dobby, set to be her guardian, months before that fateful evening.
Now, if I was only
brave enough to save in the most important way… he thought sadly, feeling
it nearly impossible.
The Ravenclaw threw her scowling look to the floor once
more. Harry slowly, and bravely
considering her fury, raised his hand to the soft cheek he loved. “Cho, Love, I…couldn’t bare the idea of you out
there. They knew who you were, thanks to
the bloody Prophet’s pictures and history of all your eighteen years on
earth! They would have sought you out
especially, knowing they could weaken me by hurting you. And with Ron and Hermione already out there,
I couldn’t…I just couldn’t have you…”
The hero’s words trailed off as he too watched the floor remembering
Seamus, Lavender, and their beloved Headmaster dying before his eyes and
feeling too helpless to save them. The
thought of seeing Cho in their position with an inability to stop it ensured
him that he had made the right decision.
“I’m sorry,” he apologized again, two words he said to the pretty girl
as often as ‘I love you’,
but two words he didn’t mean for this particular instance.
Cho exhaled in what seemed like understanding; at least
Harry hoped it was. “I don’t need you to
protect me all the time, Harry,” she said with less anger. “You’ve got to trust that I can, especially with
your training, take care of myself. I’m
meant to get a few bumps and bruises along the way…”
“Bumps and bruises are nothing compared to death, Cho!”
Harry interjected. “He wouldn’t have
simply nicked you with a curse, he would have had you
killed because you’re mine!”
“HE is now dead, Harry, thanks to
you. Yet, you still find the need to
shield me, protect me, keep me away! You wouldn’t allow me to go to the Ministry
with you for support after the battle because you said ‘Death Eaters are still
out and still hungry for revenge’!” Cho said with irritation. “Even with bloody Aurors around you, around
us if you would have let me go, you still kept me away for my ‘own good…’”
“Love,” Harry interrupted her again, “don’t you get it? I would do anything to protect you! I’d sacrifice my heart – erm,
LIFE for you!”
Cho’s eyes stayed on Harry, though they now read of
something other than irritation from their present quarrel. Gently, she eased her arms around his neck
before pulling him into a soft kiss.
Harry’s eyes still remained closed afterward as he rested his trademark
on his girl. “You drive me mad
sometimes, do you know that?” Cho asked quietly, and Harry nodded lightly. “But, Harry…” she said, lifting his chin and
shaking it gently until he opened his eyes.
When he did, he realized that his slip hadn’t slipped by the clever
Ravenclaw. “…you make me incredibly
happy as well. I hope you know that
too?”
There was a time that Harry had accepted that Cho was truly
his; that maybe he did deserve her, and perhaps he could truly make her
happy. From the day they became an
official couple to the public, up until the Easter holiday that school term,
Harry knew that they had made the right decision in being together and that
they could put their past behind them.
But it was during Easter dinner with her family in Hogsmeade that Harry
began to doubt himself. Meeting her
parents, her sister, and her brother who Apparated in just to meet Harry,
reminded the Boy Hero of what he had truly done to Cho on the Hogwarts Express
and several times afterward. As the Changs smiled at him at the dinner table, Harry could see
Cho crying and bound to the window ledge of the train as he invaded her most
personal space. As her mother spoke
kindly to him while beaming as brightly as her youngest child beside him, he
could see himself threatening and pounding away at Cho in the storage room,
hurting her for having slept with Michael and Vaisey. As her father patted him on his back before
they left, whispering for him to take care of his little girl, Harry could see
Cho mounted on the ledge of the Dark
Tower, reaching for
nothing and moments from falling to her death.
By the time he had kissed his ecstatic girlfriend good night
that night, Harry wanted nothing more than to throw himself off that ledge he
had placed her on and saved her from.
Because of that, something had been nagging at the Chosen
One since he met her parents. Something
had to be done to truly save Cho from him.
He had been on this roller coaster ride before. He wanted her more than anything, to love him
more than anything, but when she finally fell for him, he couldn’t bring
himself to willing be with her. She
deserved better, and he deserved Azkaban.
Then, he gave into himself and he was never so happy in his life. Now he was back on the down slope, feeling
his true unworthiness to be with her, unable to ignore those images or voices
of their past, unable to pretend their past never happened, and unable to take
it anymore.
The Gryffindor lowered his head once more at the
confirmation that they were no longer talking about the final battle. Though it wasn’t his plan to slip into the
dreaded conversation like this, it would do as a start to the inevitable. “I’m so sorry, Love…” Harry said, Harry
always said. “I…”
Cho sighed and kissed her boyfriend’s apology away. Cho always kissed his apologies away.
Harry’s apologies became commonplace in their relationship
once again. Before they admitted how
they felt about each other, he would say those words when he disappointed or
hurt her. But after the world knew about
them, sorry was something they both said, or giggled, to other people when they
were unable to keep their hands off one another in public. However, now they were often said by the
Gryffindor to his girl at random, even when no disagreement had taken place. No matter how often he said it, it never
seemed enough for his soul, for their past, for his selfish mistakes. However, Harry was dating a Ravenclaw; a very
intelligent Ravenclaw who knew him well.
His lost love would simply kiss his apology away when offered
arbitrarily, recognizing it for what it was, and insuring him non-verbally that
she was forever lost, forever his and forever forgiving.
But Harry’s regurgitations of ‘sorry’ as of late were only
the beginning of the sentences he had begun practicing his head over and over
again. Sentences that were often times
thwarted from being verbalized by the pretty girl’s lips…or more.
I’m sorry, Love, but I
think it would be best if we…broke up. I
love you more than life itself, but I can’t forget our past and what I’ve done
to you. I want forever with you, Cho,
and I know you want it too, but I feel so much guilt now that it’s killing me
inside. I’ve gone mad again, seeing
images of you screaming, crying, fighting me when we simply kiss, make love, or
you’re doing your homework. I knew I
couldn’t get away with what I did and from what I did. Although I got away with it by having you
love me and not going to jail, my pathetic soul and fucked up mind has finally
decided I pay for that unthinkable mistake, and dearly. I’m so sorry, Beautiful.
Harry pulled her closer, keeping his eyes closed, and hoping
to summon the courage his House represented.
Opening his mouth at an attempt to say the words he’d practiced, the Boy
Hero found himself thwarted yet again.
“I’m sick of ‘sorry’,” Cho whispered to his lips, looking
into his closed eyes and interrupting his prepared speech. “I don’t want to hear it anymore. Show me you’re sorry…for this argument,
Harry. Only this, because there’s
nothing else to be sorry for…” she whispered again, desperately trying to sound
convincing. Desperately, he wished it
could convince him. But desperately, he
wished his fortitude wasn’t already slipping away.
As Cho began to pull him somewhere he wasn’t looking, Harry’s
stomach began to sicken. He knew very
well what ‘showing’ his remorse would entail.
It wasn’t that he didn’t love making love, fucking, licking, kissing,
having raunchy sex with his Asian beauty, it was that something else had become
commonplace in their relationship.
Something that he had done all he could over the past few months to
control, but was failing miserably. He
just hoped it wouldn’t happen again this time.
Unfortunately for the Chosen One, it started the moment he
opened his eyes to the room he had been led to.
It had become a room for quickies. A fun room when they couldn’t make it
anywhere else fast enough to have each other.
However, the storage room near Ravenclaw tower wasn’t always a room of
fun. As they walked inside, Harry instantly
saw flashes in his mind of fighting Cho down to the floor.
“Come here, you!” Cho commanded seductively as she held his
hands and backed up against a wall.
Before pulling him into a kiss, the Ravenclaw accidentally kicked an
empty bucket. The sound of the bucket
flipped over on its side, caused Harry to break the kiss abruptly, seeing
images of himself throwing a similar bucket at Cho’s
legs during a fight.
“I love you, Harry,” she whispered to his lips before
kissing him again.
“I hate you, Harry!”
he heard her voice echo in his mind.
Shaking his head to kill the echo, he broke the kiss
again. “I-I love you t-too, Cho,” he
whispered back to her smile, as he heard her begging for him to leave her alone
in his mind.
The pretty girl’s lips took his once more as her hand began
to roam his chest, his hair, then down to his neck. As he felt her slender fingers caress his
bronze column, Harry could see himself being choked by her in a fit of rage in
their past. When she nibbled gently on
his bottom lip, he could feel her teeth sinking into that flesh out of anger
when he attempted to kiss her months ago.
And when Cho lowered his head to her neck, pushing her head against the
stone of the wall, Harry could see flashes of the times he pushed her into the
wall out of jealous rage.
The Gryffindor released the Ravenclaw and stepped back
quickly, unable to take the images anymore.
He felt the ever-present apology on his tongue, ready for release, as he
rubbed his eyes under his glasses. Before
he could utter those sorrowful two words, ready to find an excuse to avoid
lovemaking at the moment, and hopefully regain some of the strength he needed
to say what should come after those words, Cho spoke instead.
“No, don’t take your glasses off, yet. Let’s the get them steamed up a bit,” she
requested, smiling slyly as she stepped toward him. “Besides, I want you to be able to see me
when you - hmm,” she said, raising an eyebrow suggestively, contemplatively, “ooh,
bind me to the wall, Harry. You haven’t taken
me like that in ages.”
Pulling him closer, the body of the Ravenclaw rubbed up
against the Gryffindor just as suggestively as her eyebrow had risen. Trying to pull away again, the Gryffindor
felt nauseous. “N-no, Love,” he said
quickly, already seeing images of him binding her to walls of a washroom
cubicle against her will.
Cho raised her eyebrow for a different reason this time;
confusion. “Why, Harry?” she asked. Harry knew his love had figured out a reason,
not the soul reason, why he said sorry so often and so randomly, but Cho still
hadn’t caught on as to why Harry never liked to dominate her sexually
anymore. He hoped to keep it that
way. “I miss that…”
Because you’re mad,
Love! No one misses being raped unless
they’ve been abused so often, they don’t know any better! he thought.
“I-I-I… No, Love,” he
repeated to her shoes.
Cho sucked her teeth.
“Why, Harry? You’re making up
with me for the events of the battle, I deserve to get what I want. And I like it when…”
“You know why you like it, Cho?” Harry suddenly asked,
snapping his head up to look into her irritated eyes. “It’s because you don’t know any better,
isn’t it? I did that so often when I
was…raping you,” he said, swallowing hard as he paused but determined to carry
on, “that you don’t know life without it!
That’s not normal, Cho! We’re not normal. And it’s all because of me…”
“God!” Cho nearly shouted stepping
away from the wall. “I’m so sick of this
story! I don’t care that we’re not
normal; we’re in love, that’s enough!
Why can’t…”
“It’s not enough!” Harry interjected, feeling that courage
he lost slowly building again around the nausea swimming in his stomach. Tonight would be the night he’d break her
heart, as well as his own. “It’ll never
be enough because I’m not worthy of yo…” But Harry’s ill-fated words were interrupted
when his girlfriend slammed her pretty lips into his. Cho’s arms clung to his neck in her often
desperate need to kiss his apology away.
At least Harry felt she thought it was a simple apology coming out of
his mouth. But since his other few
attempts at breaking up with her had been dismissed by just the same kiss that
lead to more, he had a feeling his Ravenclaw victim knew more then she let
on. Then she let him let on, at least.
Judging by the deep kiss, Cho wouldn’t be letting him go
anytime soon, or in any way. Harry’s
nausea became even more pronounced, sure he would soon be hearing the screams
or seeing the images of pounding away at her on the floor out of anger, if he
had to lay her down and make love to her, or tie her
up as she requested. He knew he couldn’t
handle that again. He had reached his
limit.
“Love, please…” Harry begged, pulling her away gently. “I can’t…”
A growl escaped the seventh year’s pursed lips. “SHUT UP!” Cho shouted suddenly.
Frustration had taken over the once lustful expressions of
the pretty girl. Putting her hands on
Harry’s shoulders, Cho pushed the Boy Hero against the wall hard. Nausea began to subside in said boy’s stomach
just as suddenly and the idée fixes of their past as well, allowing him to
enjoy this moment. Grabbing the folds of
his button down school shirt, Cho ripped opened the material, sending buttons
flying across the storage room. Heat
rushed through the Gryffindor’s body and his appendage hardened. The near growl of the girl as she yanked his
shirt off his shoulders and off his body made him lift his hips up from the
wall instinctively. The Asian beauty’s
face scowled as she ignored his hip thrust and looked fit to rip his belt out
his pants as she undid it. The button
made it, but Harry’s zipper didn’t survive the frustrated seventh year’s
eagerness and irritation. His dick was
already weeping when exposed, just as eager as she was to feel her skin, her
hand, her mouth or not be touched at all for the pleasure of torture. A torture Harry felt he deserved.
Practically naked, Harry soon found the tip of a wand
pointed at him. The pretty, aggravated
face behind the wooden instrument made his heart soar and sore. And the wooden instrument suddenly made his
arms sore as each was bound to the wall respectively. Harry got harder, if possible, becoming
lightheaded from all his blood needing to fill that part of his body. Cho dominating him sexually was the only way
he could stomach it lately, and his love had his insides burning with desires
with no horrific images of their past.
After his pants, socks and shoes were cursed away, he soon found his
ankles spread and bound to the wall as well.
His ass cheeks scraped lightly against the stone behind him, while a
cool breeze attempted to calm the heat pouring from his body. The forceful Ravenclaw, who seemed far from
done with him, had his penis at full and painful attention.
However tortured he felt at the moment, it was nothing
compared to what he began to feel as he watched Cho undressing herself in front
of him. Her frustrated, beautiful brown
eyes stayed focused on him as she stripped completely. A moan escaped the reluctant hero when the
pretty girl’s body slid against his, allowing the head of his erection to slide
up her belly. “Ssssss,
Love,” he hissed.
“Shut it, Harry,” Cho demanded quietly, digging her nails
into his side as she took over his mouth.
The seventh year kissed the sixth year the way she felt,
frustrated, irritated and extremely horny.
Harry’s lips were almost literally devoured by Cho as she bit, sucked,
licked and chewed on them. The Chosen
One’s only choice was to moan and grunt as his girl assaulted his mouth and
scratched down his sides with her long nails.
He pulled hard at his restraints, wanting to touch her but grateful that
he couldn’t so the torture could continue.
Had he the ability to reach her at the moment, he would have held her
head in place to continue their hungry kisses because he was sure the pending, lovely
torture would be far too much for him.
Gnawing his jaw, Cho only lightly licked her teeth marks
before issuing an even hard bite soon after.
Harry threw his head back hard against the wall as his victim ate his
throat, feasting shamelessly, harshly, and mercilessly on his bronze column.
“God, Love!” he praised the ceiling.
“I told you to be quiet, Harry!” Cho scolded before issuing
a lustful, yet painful bite to his collarbone as she pinched his nipple. Harry bit his lip as the next moan threatened
to call out her name. He bit even harder
when the wicked mouth of the one he loved lowered even further on his
body. Flexing his taut muscles, Cho
seemed to be sharpening her teeth on him as she slowly eased her way down. Her nails made blood red tracks down his
sides, over his hips and seemed to try and bury themselves into his
thighs. The seventh year’s talented
tongue worked his dark brown nipples, pulling and tugging with her hungry
teeth. Harry trembled and pulled at all
his binds though he was no where near wanting to be set free.
He wished he hadn’t looked down when instead of getting to
her knees in front of him, Cho simply squatted.
Her gorgeous creamy thighs were opened and Harry could see passed her
pert nipples to the sparse black hairs covering the opened, swollen lips
between her legs. Nails still deep in
his thighs, the pretty Asian girl began to caress his manhood with her perfect
face. Rubbing her soft skin against his
hardness like a cat in desperate need of attention, Harry wish she had allowed
him to take off his glasses when he tried earlier. Watching her worshipping his penis without
the use of her hands or her mouth was torturing him even more. But he could still feel it when he closed his
eyes briefly, her moans of appreciation for what she felt helping to keep his
eyes that way. His moans of appreciation
escaped him as well when he felt her tiny nose easing up the bottom of his
shaft. Harry didn’t want to look, but
when he felt her nose teasing the vein under his dripping helmet, he couldn’t
help himself.
The beautiful almond-shaped eyes he adored were closed. A tiny smile teased the corner of her mouth
as her nose teased his dick. Cho seemed
lost in her own little world of pleasure, unaware that Harry was foolishly
watching her enjoy herself. But watching
her enjoy herself had gone to the next level too quick for Harry to close his
eyes. A set of nails released his thigh
and slid between the ones of the Ravenclaw.
First, Harry felt her tongue slide up his shaft, then saw her fingers
slide over her clit. The moan of her new
added pleasure escaped her and entered his ears, and his moan escaped him and
entered hers when her talented tongue made its way down his shaft and over his
sac.
“Love!” Harry nearly shouted,
unable to help it as she lapped at his balls, then sucking each as gently as
possible. “Fuck!” he swore next as her
gentle sucks were accented with vibrations of her whimpers from pleasuring her
own self.
“Not yet,” Cho said evenly, sounding more in control of herself then he thought possible for the way her hand was moving
between her folds. Before he had time to
admire her strength, he shouted to a higher power when his heated flesh was
suddenly buried in the pretty girl’s mouth.
The last set of nails released his thigh and the fingers wrapped around
the base of his aching dick. Sucking
hard as she stroked him just as hard and playing with herself
just as roughly, Harry felt thankful when his eyes closed on their own. It hardly mattered, he learned, for he could
still hear Cho slurping up his manhood like it was her last meal. He could hear her fingers sliding through
thick wetness he could already taste from memory alone. And her signals of pleasure were meeting his
ears repeatedly as they vibrated through his manhood. It was far too much for him to take any
longer.
“I-I’m going to…to…cum!” he announced, feeling his hips
moved forward from the power of her sucks.
“Shit!” he shouted, feeling his thoroughly licked sac tighten and ready
to release.
“Don’t think so!” Cho said, after yanking him out of her
mouth with a heavy suction noise.
Harry opened his eyes when he felt a tip of something hard
on the base of his penis. He saw Cho’s
wand there and soon felt something tight placed around his dick, stopping his
pending orgasm. “Love, what…” he tried
to ask, but soon found his manhood plunged into the mouth of the seventh year
once more.
Watching Cho suck him as if her life depended on it, threw
Harry into a lust-filled frenzy. His
hips began to jerk forward, thrusting his saliva coated meat into her mouth
even deeper, even farther, even more so making him want to cum. The sound of her gagging just a little made
him want that climax even more, but he didn’t seem able too. His erection throbbed with need for release
as Cho’s tongue swirled around his head.
It felt so good, it hurt. He
appreciated the torment, deserving and craving it down in his soul, but his
body felt fit to explode.
“Merlin, Love, I want t-to cum!” he declared, begged, nearly
shouted between the loud slurps of the Ravenclaw. “But it won’t…it won’t…come out!” he said in
strained confusion.
Cho released him from her mouth once more, but continued to
stroke him just as hard as she sucked.
“I know,” she said, looking up at him with narrowed, lustful eyes as she
continued to fondle her clit. “You hurt
me, so you asked for this!” The seventh
year kept her lidded eyes focused on Harry’s as she molested the both of
them. Panting in her squatted position,
she still issued her demands with fervor.
“Keep your eyes on me, Harry…” she ordered breathlessly. “I love it when you watch me…”
“God, Cho!” Harry protested, becoming even more turned on by
her words and thrusting his penis more into her hands. “Please, Love?”
He could see her biting her lip, getting lost in her own
pleasure. “No,” she breathed, “not until
I’m…wet enough.” Her lovely brown eyes
fluttered closed as she touched her herself under his watchful eye, and then
squinted shut when she shoved his meat back into her mouth. A strangled cry escaped Harry from the feel
of her hungry, wet orifice once more. It
became an even harder cry when the pretty girl’s teeth grazed his dick just the
way he liked it.
“Oh, shit, Love, oh, GOD!” Harry yelled,
his pelvis alit with the pending, restricted orgasm. Barely able to keep his eyes opened to watch
her eyes trying to watch his again, his emerald gaze caught sight of her hand
lowering even more inside her folds. The
Chosen One watched and felt Cho suddenly shudder with her mouth full, knowing
her fingers had just entered her cunt.
The sensation, and the beautiful sight along with it, made Harry’s eyes
want to roll back in his head. With a
few strokes inside herself causing Cho’s lips to tremble around his heated
flesh, the Gryffindor saw her glistening fingers free themselves of his most
favorite meal. Praying to a higher power
with all his might to not only be able to cum, but that she would bless him
with a taste of her slender digits, Harry had no time to be disappointed when
she slid him out her mouth.
Licking her wet lips laced with her saliva and his pre-cum,
Cho stroked him as she reached between his legs. “Tell me if I’m wet enough, Harry,” she said
so lustfully, he would have ejaculated right in her face at that moment if he
were allowed. However, before he had
time to question her, Harry felt two wet fingers breech his sphincter without
warning.
“AHHH!” he shouted shamelessly. A sinister smile teased the corner of her
shiny lips before she plunged him back into her mouth and began fucking his ass
with her vaginal juiced fingers.
Every muscle in Harry’s body tensed and relaxed, tensed and
relaxed over and over again. Feeling so
close to cumming, then feeling it subside only slightly, before rushing through
his body almost angrily soon after was torture, wonderful torture. When he felt her nails scrap him gently
inside his track, he nearly screamed.
That, however, was nothing compared to her slender finger grazing that
ball of nerves inside him that could send him clear into the heavens with
orgasm. But he couldn’t cum. The juice that he normally lapped up between
her legs was being spread inside his ass, a place he never imagined it to be,
turning him on even more. The mixture of
pleasure and pain was unreal and nothing like he had ever experienced
before.
It was complete agony, and Harry loved it.
Suddenly, his appendage was free, from Cho’s mouth that
is. “Sssss, do
you want me now, Harry?” Cho asked through gritted teeth, unable to take her
own torturing of him anymore as she stroked his purple erection.
“YES, LOVE, YES!” Harry shouted through his sore vocal
chords.
Cho had a hard time getting her fingers out of Harry because
he didn’t want to let them go. Harry
wasn’t sure if the reason he didn’t want to let them go was because they felt
so amazing inside him or if it was because he had no idea how he could survive
being inside her, not knowing if she would grace him
with the freedom of cumming. But just as
he was about to ask the naked Ravenclaw standing up, still stroking his soaked
dick, her talented tongue invaded his mouth once more. His body returned to the
flexing and relaxing state, wanting to grab his love and kiss her breathless,
then pull them both to the ground and fuck until they could no longer
move. But the Gryffindor remained
restricted in everyway, being solely at the mercy at his irritated girlfriend.
However, as Cho took a moment to gnaw harshly on his bottom
lip, Harry found the opportunity to ask for his dick’s freedom. “Please, Love…” was all he could manage out
before his tongue was challenged to wrestle with hers. “Mmmmm…” he moaned
in her mouth. “Beautiful, please, may
I…” he whimpered.
“No!” Cho declared without hearing the rest of his request. Finally, she released his aching erection and
Harry took several breathes of relief.
But that relief disappeared quickly when he watched Cho turn her back to
him, grabbed the back of a conjured chair, take hold of his dick once more
before impaling herself with it from behind.
“Oh, God!” they shouted in unison.
Harry began to realize as Cho’s round bottom bounced off his
pelvis repeatedly, that being fingered in the ass and sucked mercilessly while
restricted from cumming was nothing compared to being fucked under
restriction. “Cho, Love, baby, please…”
he begged to no avail. The Ravenclaw
holding the chair, pinching one of her nipples and fucking him hard, ignored
his words completely.
“Ssss, oh, yes!” Cho grunted,
hissed, moaned as her cunt slid back and forth on Harry’s dick. “Fuck!”
Hearing her cursing and watching his dick disappearing and
reappearing between her cheeks made Harry feel sure was going to die if he
didn’t cum soon. Cho would have every
right in the world to pleasure herself until his demise for what he had done to
her. Harry hated that those thoughts
were starting to invade his mind at that moment, considering that Cho was
taking him this time. Usually he was
tortured with thoughts of their past when he was taking her, when she was on
her back underneath him, when he was being rough with her sexually. As he watched the Ravenclaw enjoying herself
in front of him, he saw flashes of having her bound to the window of the
Hogwarts Express when he raped her for the first time. Her moans of ecstasy were beginning to enter
his ears as her pleading screams to stop.
The sound of her creamy white bottom reddening as she slammed it against
his hard pelvis did not sound as erotic as it always did for him. Instead, it sounded hurtful, forceful,
hateful…
“NO!” Harry shouted at the images in his mind. They couldn’t take over this part of their
sexual life. If he allowed it, he
couldn’t stomach being with her anymore sexually. “Love, I need to cum!” he demanded
desperately, knowing that release would wash those thoughts away.
“Not ye…”
“I NEED IT, CHO!
Please, Love!” he demanded.
Cho didn’t react right away, only pumping her pussy a few
more times on his hardness in silence.
Then finally, she reached for her wand on the chair. “Cum hard in me, Harry,” she whimpered.
The shameless words needed not be spoken; he was sure to cum
until his mouth was dry. But Harry was
grateful for those words, allowing his mind to shift back to the wonderful sex
his love was having with him. “Yes, Love!”
With a swish of her wand, the bind around his dick released
and Harry took in several needed breaths.
“Fuck!” he shouted, feeling that building orgasm clawing at his insides
now, knowing it was free to spill.
Cho uttered the same swear word, pounding him with all her
might. “Cum, Harry! I’m going to…going to – SSSSS – going to cum!”
But the Boy Hero beat the Ravenclaw to the punch. Shouting incoherently to the ceiling, Harry
came from every nerve in his body. Every
cell he possessed seemed to be having their own little
orgasms, turning Harry into an entire entity of climax. He couldn’t even hear Cho cum, but her
feminine muscles squeezing around his exploding dick he felt ten fold. And it seemed that Harry’s orgasm wouldn’t
stop. A never-ending stream of semen was
filling his girl so much, he could feel it seeping out
the sides of her entrance as her tensing cunt milked him for every drop he
could produce.
Spent beyond belief and filled with Harry’s love, Cho fell
forward. The Gryffindor’s heavily lidded
eyes could barely see his girl slide off his still aching but gratefully sated
manhood. She slumped over the chair
before eventually falling to her knees.
Feeling ironically free, Harry allowed his binds to keep him from
hitting the floor along with his love after his knees buckled, causing him to
hang like a naked marionette from the wall.
The gentle sounds of their attempts to catch their breaths eased his
eyes closed. Harry reveled in the still
lingering sensations of pleasure and pain; coming down from the blessed orgasm,
while experiencing pain in his wrists and ankles from his binds after having
pulled against them repeatedly. His
muscles also ached from tensing over and over again during sex. And his head felt like it was spinning.
“That was…brilliant,” he whispered more to himself then his
naked girlfriend on the floor. The sex
had been brilliant; being manipulated, tortured and controlled by his love was
extraordinary. However, still floating
around his spinning mind, Harry’s orgasm hadn’t completely destroyed those
lingering feelings of guilt that crop up during their sex. He sighed heavily from exhaustion and that
realization.
“Oh,” said a gentle, yet equally exhausted voice from the
floor, “I’m sorry I left you up there, Harry,” said Cho. Still on her knees, the pretty Ravenclaw
transfigured the chair she was leaning against into a blanket. Laying her naked body gracefully across it,
she looked up at Harry, swished her wand and allowed him to fall on the blanket
beside her.
“Ah!” Harry groaned falling to the hard surface covered with
the soft blanket. “Thanks for the
warning, Cho.”
Giggling, the naked girl scooted closer to him, placing her
hand on his cheek and kissing him with her smiling lips. “Oh, I’m sorry, Harry,” she said with very
little sincerity.
Harry opened his eyes and smiled back at his girl. She was beautiful lying there smiling after
sex, flushed and spent from the activities she initiated and controlled. Though he knew that look well, it still made
him take an extra breath as he admired her beauty. “You’re not sorry at all, are you?” he asked
knowingly, touching her soft cheek. Cho
giggled even more.
“Well,” she began slyly, kissing the palm of his hand, “you
were a very naughty boy, Harry, for what you’ve done.”
Though the Ravenclaw smiled just as a slyly as her words,
Harry’s smile disappeared. She was
right, he had been naughty and he deserved the torture he received. Granted, her use of the word ‘naughty’ was
far too nice for what he had done to the girl, but he would accept that if that
was easier for her to describe it. He
was just glad that Cho finally realized it as well. He was grateful for what he felt to be their
last time together. Selfishly, however,
his heart ached knowing it was about to be broken.
Suddenly, the face of the pretty, smiling girl turned
serious. Harry held his breathe, waiting
for Cho to tell him to go straight to Hell, get out of her life, or give him a
fifteen minute head start to run before she called McGonagall to summon the
Aurors. “I’m sorry, Harry…” she began
sadly, pulling his hand away from her cheek.
He closed his eyes ready to tell how much he’ll miss her, and how he’ll
always love her. But more importantly,
he was glad he wouldn’t have to break up with her himself. “…I didn’t realize… Oh, Love, I’m so sorry…” she said to his
surprise, and to his surprise, kissed his wrist.
Harry opened his eyes to see Cho’s concern ones eyeing his
bruised, raw and streaked with patches of blood wrist. The future Healer was examining it before
touching her wand to it and saying a spell Harry had never heard before. The Boy Hero watched his victim kissed his
mended wrist before reaching under him for his other. “Ssss, oh, Harry…”
she hissed, seeing the blood peeking through his worn skin. “I didn’t mean for this to happen…”
Disappointment caused Harry to sigh more than his wounded
wrists. His hope that Cho had come to
her senses had been dashed. As he heard
his love uttering his favorite words repeatedly while holding and kissing his
healed wrists, he shook his head. “No,
Love, don’t be sorry. I don’t want you
to be.”
“But, Harry, it was all for fun and…I took it too far,” Cho
replied, miserably. “I should have known
better. I know what can happen to wrists
when…”
“That’s right,” he interjected quickly, seeing her ability
to continue fading anyway, “you do know how wrists can look when bounded to
something while sex is had…or forced…”
His words now trailed off, not being able to continue himself.
“Harry,” Cho whined, scooting even closer and pulling his
healed wrist under her arm, “stop it.”
Leaning his head forward, he rested his trademark on his
girl. “It’s true, Cho. I…”
“Ssshhh…” Cho instructed behind
sadden, yet irritated eyes. Putting her
finger on his lips to silence him even further, the Ravenclaw soon followed
with her own lips.
The once again giggling Ravenclaw’s kisses had grown deeper,
stronger and suggestive. Harry went with
the flow of his love, his hands lost in her raven tresses as his heart ached
underneath her. But he was soon no
longer underneath her when Cho pulled at his shoulders, never breaking their
kiss, and rolled him on top of her on the blanket. Now with her hand lost in his raven, unruly
tresses, the pretty girl wrapped her leg over Harry’s hip. The reluctant hero allowed himself to be
kissed by his love. Allowing what had
been ailing him lately to be kissed away once more. Also, allowing Cho to disregard the obvious
problem in their relationship. He soon
became just as lost in her kisses as she was in their relationship.
Her lips were soft and warm, a glorious place for him to
be. They were beautiful, sweet and
forgiving, often making him feel weak.
The hot haven between her legs that he often enjoyed, and had taken
numerous times without permission, was his sanctuary, his freedom, his
downfall. The slender body now lying
under him, harbored a heart that ached for him, that
he ached for, that he had promised never to break again. It also held the soul that was intricately
woven to his; a soul he had shattered and helped to heal…improperly. The beautiful lost girl underneath him loved
him unconditionally. And he loved her so
much, it hurt.
Harry’s love for her hurt because it was so strong, but it
also hurt because he knew he didn’t deserve her, he was unworthy of her, and
knew that his selfish need for her had convinced her otherwise. It hurt even more so because Harry had no
idea of how to rectify it without hurting Cho even more. Her kisses, her body, her sex, and her smile
torn down his ability to end their relationship by his own will. He just no longer possessed the courage to
let her go, and Harry was sure that if left to him to make it happened, it
never would.
Something had to give, something
had to save Cho, because the hero she cherished could not.
*******************************************
“God, I love you, Ginny!” Cormac McLaggen moaned moments before spraying his love inside the
Gryffindor girl.
But Ginny hadn’t heard him, at least not his voice. Harry was presently saying those words to her
in her mind, he was presently thrusting roughly inside her, and he was
presently holding her tight as his semen blessed her inner sanctum. It wasn’t Cormac;
it never was, though he was her boyfriend.
It wasn’t even Dean Thomas
who she was secretly sleeping with as well.
It was Harry; it was always Harry.
And as far as the pretty redhead was concerned, it will always be
Harry…until she possessed him again.
As the fifth year came on Harry/Cormac,
she cringed. When would she be able to
have him again? It seemed
impossible. The way the Ravenclaw bitch
was constantly attached to his side. The
way she would run to Harry for one last kiss goodbye before heading off to
class or with her friends. The way he seemed
unable to smile for hours until she was in his eye sight. It seemed impossible, even with all of
Ginny’s efforts in getting Harry all to herself.
Her secret letter full of pictures and stories to the Daily
Prophet about “Harry Potter’s new love” should have helped. It should have, at least, ensured a
kidnapping of the nuisance from Death Eaters at one of the last two Hogsmeade
trips. But no, IF the loving couple even
took the trip with their fellow classmates, Harry - no, Cho - would be latched
onto him so tightly they could have never succeeded in capturing her.
Then there was Ginny’s selflessness at staying by Harry’s
side during the final battle, saving his life numerous times, while trying to
find out where he had stashed the raven-haired tramp. It had proven to be just as ineffective in
receiving what was important. At best,
it succeeded in the death of a stupid dark lord, not leaving Harry utterly
shattered that his girlfriend had been murdered so that Ginny may pick up the
pieces.
What more could Ginny do?
As Cormac was presently placing
light, sweet, loving kisses on his girlfriend, whispering pledges of his
undying love, Ginny was livid. She was
often livid, though very good at hiding it behind her smiles. The Gryffindor girl felt thoroughly
shafted. She had been screwed out of the
love of her life because Cormac had kissed her tears
away on a few occasions. It wasn’t fair,
and she still hadn’t forgiven Hermione for blurting out the truth.
But was it the truth?
Had she pushed Harry into Cho’s arms because of her innocent,
emotion-driven indiscretions? Did it
warrant a break-up of the happy couple?
Were they truly happy? Did it
truly matter? Harry was hers as far as
Ginny was concerned. She had earned her
right to be with him, waiting in the shadows as Cho cried her chance away the
year before, waiting in the shadows watching him cracking under the pressure of
the world around him, then waiting in the shadows until he finally noticed
her.
Now waiting in the shadows again made Ginny realize that
maybe it wasn’t her indiscretions that drove him away. The fifth year had listened to Harry
apologize to Cho randomly when the two were not noticeably fighting. She had listened to them make jokes about
making love in the rain while it had still been winter. The redhead had even heard the traitor-Hermione
telling Harry she’d understand if there was something he wanted to tell her
about him and Cho. No, Ginny was certain
there was more to the disgustingly happy couple other then Cormac’s
desperate kisses of comfort. And the
fifth year was determined to find out.
************
Walking through the halls that night, satiated, sore, still
loved and in love, Harry berated himself for losing his courage once more. He needed another way to help him save his victim. Breaking up on his own wasn’t possible, but
Harry didn’t know what affective bit of action he could take.
Walking into the portrait hole, he heard an ineffective bit
of action taking place.
“No, Ron, not yet,” Harry recognized his female best friend
giggle. He also recognized his male best
friend’s sigh of disappointed. “I
promise, soon.” Harry could hear the
smile in Hermione’s voice, with a hint of anticipation as well. He wondered if Ron could hear it too.
“Alright, Hermione,” Ron said sadly, and Harry was sure his
friend was oblivious. “But for now…”
Harry stood in the tiny hall before the common room and
smile, listening to his best friend’s muffled squeals, giggling, and kissing
passionately somewhere in the darken room.
He knew Hermione’s late study sessions always ended this way, that’s why
he opted to let Cho help him study for his finals once her NEWTs
were completed. However, those ended in
the way Ron wished his would end.
Footsteps could be heard coming down the boys’ staircase,
and Harry felt it best to reveal himself as well since Ron and Hermione were
already scrambling to right themselves.
“Hi, Harry,” said Ginny, seeing him and ignoring her brother
and former friend on the couch. “Late
night, was it?” she smiled, Harry unable to see the glint of disgust in her
eyes.
Instead, he blushed.
“Yeah, a bit,” he said, hiding his scarlet though healed wrists. “You too, I reckon, coming from down the
boys’ stairs.”
“Ginny!” Ron chimed in angrily from the couch. “What were you doing up there? The only reason you should be up those stairs
this late at night is to talk to your brother and I’m down HERE!”
Ginny sucked her teeth, rolled her pretty brown eyes, and
swatted her hand toward the redhead boy on the couch. “Shut it, Ron. Besides, how would I have found you up there
if I really needed you, if you were down here rolling around with a…” Bitch!
she thought spitefully, glaring at Hermione. “…a, I mean, your girlfriend?” the littlest
Weasley nearly growled through clenched teeth.
The bushy-haired girl sighed and looked away under the fifth
year’s glare.
“Oh, calm down, Ron,” chimed Harry, walking closer to
Ginny. “You’ve got to understand that
commencement is in a few days. We both
stand to lose both our…” The thought
finally occurred to Harry that Cho would be gone in a few days and it would be
awhile before he saw her again. Though
this should have saddened him, having said a million times he couldn’t do
without her for too long, he now saw an opportunity. Her being gone until sometime in the summer
may give her time to think about their relationship, or at least give Harry
some time to think of some better way to save her from him.
Simultaneously, the redhead standing next to him saw an opportunity
as well. With Cho gone, Harry would be
all hers. Ginny would have ample time to
manipulate her love into loving her again, just as Cho had done over winter
break. It sounded like a lovely payback
for the conniving Ravenclaw.
“That’s right,” Ginny said, sounding too elated at the prospect
of her boyfriend being gone in a few short days, “they’ll be gone.” With that, she wrapped her arms around
Harry’s neck and gently kissed his cheek.
Gently meaning it wasn’t heavy or quick, however it did linger for
longer than necessary.
“Uh, Ginny…” Harry began, feeling uncomfortable and suddenly
shameful that he hadn’t told Cho that he and Ginny had become friends again
after the war.
“Thank you, Harry, for sticking up for me,” Ginny whispered,
still holding him around the neck while peering into his eyes seductively.
Harry swallowed hard at the physical closeness, wishing it
would end because a different nausea had set in. “Uh, don’t…mention it?” he said unsurely.
Ginny giggled, noticing his discomfort but still staying latched
to his neck. When she spoke, her warm
breath tickled his lips. “I won’t, and
neither have you I see. Still haven’t
told her we’re friends again, have you?
Not that it’s a secret or anything,” she said knowingly, while the rubbing
the back of his hair. Harry felt he would
push his new friend off him at any moment.
Slightly irritated at her words, and the fact, Harry pulled
himself out of her arms. “Right, no reason to be kept a secret. Just haven’t gotten around to mentioning it,
is all.”
The distance he put between them was covered instantly by
the redhead and her lips replaced themselves on his cheek once more. A sly smile pulled away from his kissed skin,
along with nearly whispered words.
“Night then, Harry.”
As she walked backward toward her stairs, keeping her eyes
on the Boy Hero, Harry took a breath. “G’night, Ginny,” he said expressionlessly.
What have I gotten
myself into? Sod it, I have bigger
problems, he thought as he took to his own stairs.
*****************************
It was sickening.
They were sickening. How could he stand her? Ginny thought,
as she played with Arnold,
her pygmy puff, on the front lawn of the school. Though the ‘they’ she was thinking about were
nowhere near her, the thought of Harry and Cho consumed her everyday. Harshly, she petted Arnold as she remembered her happier days
with the Boy Hero. The days with Harry
waiting to see her every morning…when he was not overly exhausted, or nowhere
to be found for some reason. Or those
sweet kisses he used to give her…that sometimes tasted tangy, or he seemed lost
in thought as he administered the more lustful ones. His most romantic act, though out of
jealousy, of attacking Cormac because he must have
heard a rumor that they had kissed. Then
there were their bouts of lovemaking.
They were innocent and sweet, and Ginny reveled in the fact that she was
Harry’s first. She thought back to how
he was always too afraid to initiate it, Ginny always having to even suggest
it. She loved how he was always so
turned on, he couldn’t look at her for fear he would cum quickly, she was
certain. And how all that time he kept
it secret about how much he loved her until she accused him of liking…
“Hang on!” she said angrily to no one but her puff. “It…it can’t be…true. He couldn’t have liked that little whore
before he told me he loved me! But…why
did I hear them whispering about wishing to have Hagrid’s hut to themselves
again?” There was an odd squeaking noise
coming from under her tense hand as she continued to pet her pygmy puff. “Bloody HELL!” Ginny
shouted and slammed her hand down on the blanket she sat on. The squeak became even louder and she
realized Arnold
was under her hand. “Oh, Arnie, I’m sorry!” she said picking up the puff and straightening
its fur. Ginny kissed her pet. “I’m so sorry! It’s just that bloody cu…”
“Whoa, what happened here?” asked a male voice her heart
heard before her ears. Ginny still
startled as she turned to see Harry leaning against her tree. “Is he alright?” he asked with concern.
Her heart leapt and her sadden face became more
pronounced. Raising her hand to the sixth
year with the disorientated puff trying to float above it, Ginny wished hard
for a tear to appear in her eye. “Well,
I just don’t know, Harry,” she said worriedly.
“Have a look and tell me what you think.”
Harry nodded and leaned closer to her hand eyeing Arnold as worriedly as the
redhead seemed. Ginny’s took in his
scent. She loved that fresh forest
smell. Thinking back, she remembered
going into Ron’s room when Harry would stay at the Burrow just to smell his
pillow. Funny how that habit hadn’t
changed, even at Hogwarts. Ginny inhaled
deeply, and it quickly reminded her of Professor Slughorn’s potions lab.
“I think he’s alright,” Harry said,
breathing over Ginny’s hand as Arnold
tried his best to hover properly. “But
I’d say no heavy petting for sometime!” he chuckled as he straightened up and
Ginny smiled instantly.
“Thank you, Harry,” she giggled. “I’ll see to it that Arnold is stroked gently from now on,” Ginny
added, then winked.
“Brilliant,” he
smiled, though not seeing her wink as his eyes scanned the lawn.
Ginny noticed his eyes beginning to wander as well and
thought quickly on how to get them back on her.
“Um, Harry, you know I think…Arnold
may have…bit me when I smash – er, accidentally
smashed him. Care to see if my hand is
alright as well?” she asked with an insincere sugary voice. As the words made their way out, she lifted
her pygmy hand further up.
Harry snorted lightly to the grounds of the school, eyes
searching for something he hadn’t found yet.
“You’re a big girl, Ginny. You
can take care of your -
Oh, there’s Cho! Got to
run!” he whispered suddenly, rushing off and leaving Ginny’s hand and puff in
the air.
The sugary voice and matching expression disappeared
instantly. The whore was walking with the
traitor-Hermione, followed closely by the naïve brother of the angry girl. “He cares more about this sodding puff ball
then he does me…” she mumbled angrily.
“Have you told her yet, Harry?” Ginny shouted louder than necessary,
considering Harry hadn’t advanced much from her seated position. The Golden Boy’s back tensed instantly. “About us, that is! Our friendship; have you told her yet?” she
asked venomously.
Harry turned only his head back toward his
ex-girlfriend. “No,” he said quietly, as
if all the students scattered near by hadn’t heard her. “I’m…working on it. Bye, then!” he waved behind him as he ran off
to the raven-haired girl that just caught sight of him.
Ginny watched, as she always did, as Harry rushed the
already giggling Ravenclaw and scooped her up in his arms. They kissed, as they always did and she
always watched, as if it were the last kiss they’d ever share, or like they
hadn’t kissed each other in months. It
was always so desperate, so passionate, so needy. Ginny had only experienced those kinds of
kisses from Cormac and Dean,
never from Harry. She wondered where
that passion had come from, but she still reveled in what she had noticed
lately.
Watching the raven-haired couple devour each other mouths
then reluctantly pull them apart, Ginny noticed that only Cho smiled as Harry
rested in his trademark on her forehead.
The littlest Weasley smiled when she noticed that Harry couldn’t open
his eyes as he stayed locked in the clutches of the Ravenclaw whore. The fifth year had begun seeing this behavior
a lot lately. The couple would kiss like
it was the new air, but Harry would never look at the seventh year afterward. Ginny was certain that Harry was completely
disgusted with kissing his girlfriend, not wanting to see her pathetic face,
but to sweet to tell her otherwise. The
constant apologizing of Harry to Cho that even Ginny had grown accustomed to,
mixed with the glorious fact that Harry seemed to be keeping their newly
repaired friendship a secret seemed unhealthy for a happy relationship. The redhead hoped that the combination of
them all meant that there was still a chance for her with Harry.
Suddenly, Harry’s inability to look at Cho changed. Unfortunately, his
inability to smile, as well.
Ginny watched as the sickening couple fell down to the grass as Ron and
Hermione set out a blanket, shook their heads at the two, and sat down. Ginny grimaced at their laughter as her hand
cupped Arnold. She sneered evilly as she watched them
playfully wrestle far from the blanket the traitor and her brother had set
up. The redhead felt nauseated when she
saw Harry pin Cho down by her hands as the Ravenclaw giggles turned to a
seductive stare and she bucked her mid-section up lightly to tease Harry. Ginny’s hand relaxed and a smile crept across
her face when she noticed that her love lost his ability to smile, looking just
as nauseated as she felt moments before.
But when Harry flipped him and Cho over, now with the Ravenclaw
straddling and pinning him down, the Boy Hero’s smile reappeared and Ginny’s
teeth and hand clenched tightly. The
fifth year didn’t notice the wetness in her hand as she watched Harry lift his
hips to the giggling girl on top of him.
“Bloated cow! You don’t deserve him!” Ginny said through
her clenched teeth as she watched them kiss once more. “What you deserve, you little bitch, is…”
“Oi, what’s that pink stuff
seeping out of your hand, Gin?” asked Cormac, having
just found his girlfriend. “Is that…is
that Arnold? Oh, no!” he exclaimed, sitting down next to
her. “What happened?”
Ginny only just realized that Cormac
was talking to her, that he had sat down, and that she had apparently just
killed her pygmy puff. Still, she kept
her eyes on the kissing couple. “He, uh,
bit me.” The redhead rubbed her hand on
the blanket she sat on, carelessly wiping away her tiny friend. Oddly, there was only sadness from the
seventh year sitting beside her for the puff’s abrupt end. “No one…hurts me,” she said coldly, watching
the raven-haired whore refusing to let go of what belong to Ginny. “Not without expecting me to pay back the
favor.”
**
“Can’t you two stay off of each other for five minutes?” Ron
asked as Harry and Cho rolled their way back to the blanket.
Hermione giggled.
“Oh, Ron, leave them alone. They
can’t help it; they’re fiends! I’ve read
all about them!” The two couples laughed
together. “Curious, the book didn’t seem
to provide all the answers I was hoping to retrieve,” the bushy-haired girl
said knowingly to her raven-haired friends.
Harry ignored his inquisitive friend as Cho made herself comfortable between his legs. Instinctively, he wrapped his arms tightly
around his girl’s waist, and instinctively she sat back further against him to
fit just as perfectly as always in his arms.
Just as instinctively, Harry did what he normally did when behind Cho
for any reason; he buried his nose in her long raven hair. Inhaling her scent as if it were for the last
time, he barely heard Cho and his best friends in conversation. His actions didn’t distract his girl, she was
used it. Cho had a knack for getting use
to things and accepting them the way they were.
The thought made Harry’s heart hurt and he took his nose out of the
thick tresses as if he didn’t deserve to have it there.
He didn’t, as far as he was concern. He didn’t deserve the love he received from
his victim. He didn’t deserve her
intensely sweet, or intensely sensual kisses. He didn’t deserve access to that wonderfully
soft, wonderfully warm, wonderfully tight safe haven between her legs. He didn’t deserve her beautiful smile
greeting him every morning, or the sadden eyes that parted with him at
night. And most importantly, he didn’t
deserve the words of love she uttered with that beautiful smile or when said
under those saddened eyes.
Cho told Harry how much she loved him everyday. And everyday he would tell her the same,
feeling the words to be nowhere near enough to express how he truly felt about
the pretty Ravenclaw. But that was just
it, bursting with love, Harry’s heart still hurt. At least his heart began to hurt after the Easter
holiday.
Still, Cho sat happily between his legs, laughing with his
best friends who accepted her without a second thought, and fitting even more
perfectly into his life. Even still,
Harry sat with the pretty girl between his legs, ignoring his friends and girlfriend’s
conversation about her graduation, and feeling unworthy of even being able to
hold her between his legs.
After feeble attempts to end the relationship, what could
Harry possibly do about it now?
“I can help you, Harry,” a voice shook him from his sickened
heart and stomach. He looked up the see
that Hermione was staring at him with her eyebrows knitted together in
confusion or concern. “Are you
alright? Did you hear anything we said?”
she asked.
Harry hadn’t heard a single word. “I-I’m fine,” he lied behind Cho. “Uh, no, I didn’t hear what - help me with
what?”
Hermione exhaled, Ron snickered, and Cho turned to watch him
curiously. “With
finals. After Cho’s graduation
tomorrow, you’ll actually have to study with us. It’s a miracle you’ve attained anything she’s
helped you with since you can’t keep your hands off her,” Hermione joked.
“Yeah, I understand your trouble, mate. Can’t bloody concentrate
with this one next to me!” Ron snickered once more, grabbing Hermione
around her waist and burying his face in her neck.
Hermione squealed with laughter momentarily, trying to fight
Ron off with very little effort. “Yes,
but we’re not like them, are we?” she giggled as Ron sprayed kisses on her
cheek.
“Not from lack of trying on my end,” Ron mumbled in her ear,
though everyone could hear.
Harry watched his best friends kissing and giggling happily
as Cho watched him. He envied their
relationship very much. The most
distressing thing in their past was all the arguments they had, that hadn’t
changed. Harry wished the only bad thing
in his past with the girl between his legs was thinking of her as a human
hosepipe. He’d even settle for having
just had an affair with her while being with Ginny. That way she would have willing gave into
him, wanted him, and drove him insane with the slightest touch. But, unfortunately, there was something much
darker in their past. Something the
nearly-pinned-to-the-ground-at-present Hermione was still trying to get out of
him. Something he had promised his
victim he’d never tell for fear he’d get his just dessert and she would be free,
though she didn’t see it that way.
“What’s wrong with you?” Cho whispered as if she already
knew the answer while Ron and Hermione continued to playfully struggling in
front of them.
Harry turned away from his best friends to his love. “N-nothing.”
The almond-shaped eyes he adored watched him for a moment in
silence; boring into his mind, it felt.
“Hmph, thought you’d never lie to me, Harry?”
Things have changed
tremendously, Love…
The Gryffindor had broken that promise many times after
meeting the Changs, usually with the same word he had
just used. “I’m fine, Love,” he said,
hoping that would be enough. When her
eyes continued to bore into his skull, he kissed her cheek. “Really, Cho. I would really miss you – I MEAN, I’m GOING
to really miss you,” he corrected himself quickly, wanting to hex himself for
the slip up. “I… All this talk of graduation is getting me
depressed, I suppose.”
Cho considered him for a few minutes more as Hermione
finally managed to pin the redhead boy down in front of them. “Fine then,” she said suddenly, still eyeing
him knowingly, “come with me and I’ll…un-stress you.”
Before Harry had time to react, Cho had busted out of his
grasp, was on her feet, and presently holding her hand out to help the
reluctant hero to his own. He took her
hand with his body already anticipating what was to come, though his mind
fought against his hormonal urges. He
wondered if Cho ever had to deal with that kind of internal conflict. Maybe if she knew how it felt, she would
understand how taxing it was a person’s sanity.
“Love, we…really don’t have to…” he tried, hoping he had to
strength to keep himself off her. He feared
the inevitable return of the distressful images and voices of their past.
Cho’s expression changed to disappointment. “I graduate tomorrow, Harry,” she said sadly,
the tone chipping away at his fortitude already. “And…you’re not to deprive me, remember?” It was if he could hear the cracks developing
in his strength over his best friends wrestling. And when Cho wrapped her arms around his
neck, lightly kissed his lips, and whispered in his ear desperately, “I need
you, Harry,” the destruction of the hero’s will power was complete. At least for the moment.
“I’ll see you two later,” Harry said to Cho’s eyes. “Ron, try not to get the both of you chucked
out of school for indecent exposure,” he jibed before being dragged away by the
Ravenclaw. His friends only giggled and
squealed in response as the couple walked away.
Harry smiled at them as he continued to watch while Cho lead
the way. When he finally looked forward,
he noticed the littlest Weasley and McLaggen sitting
where he left her. He smiled and nodded
to the couple. But he smirked when McLaggen seemed taken by surprise when Ginny suddenly flung
herself on him, kissing him deeply, and flush against the tree. He knew Ginny would miss her love after
tomorrow.
**
The castle was practically empty as students took to
studying or lazing around outside in the beautiful weather. Cho hadn’t said a word since declaring what
she wanted as she led Harry down the first floor corridor. Soon, the couple turned into their favorite
first floor get-away classroom. Harry hoped
with all his heart he’d be able to get through it without seeing her tied down,
screaming hatefully, or crying sadly. He
prayed she’d take him this time too. He
was hardening just thinking about it.
After she closed the door, Cho walked over to her
boyfriend. He watched her walk as if she
was in slow motion. Her beautiful face
seemed to glow even without sex. Her
long, raven hair was his absolute weakness.
And those lips coming toward him made him forget his own name at times. Closing his eyes and preparing to taste a
small part of Heaven, Harry was surprise when he didn’t receive it at all.
“This has nothing to do with my graduation, does it, Harry?”
Cho asked suddenly, causing Harry to open his eyes in shock.
“I-I-what?” he stammered.
Cho sucked her teeth in her best friend’s fashion. “This…what you’ve been doing since you met my
parents, Harry. Don’t think I haven’t
noticed.” The Ravenclaw crossed her arms
and tapped her foot in front of the Boy Hero.
“Love, I…” he attempted.
“No, don’t tell me another lie. Don’t tell me this is about missing me after
graduation. And don’t, for the love of
Quidditch, say that you’re sorry again.
I’m sick of hearing it, Harry!
I’m sick of you wearing that look on your face randomly. Like your world is moments
from coming to an end! He’s gone
now! There’s no Dark Lord out there
trying to kill you anymore! So that
leads me to believe that something else…someone else is making you…unhappy,”
she said sadly. “Am I…”
Harry crossed to his girlfriend quickly as she lowered her
head. He put his arms around her and
held her close. “No, Love, you don’t
make me unhappy. You’re the only thing
that makes me happy besides those two perverts making out on the lawn right
now!” he tried to joke, but Cho didn’t take the bait. “I love you, Cho,” he said with all his soul,
squeezing her tightly in his arms. “I
want you to be happy.”
Cho pulled back, loosening his grip on her so that she may
look him in eyes. “I am happy with you,
Harry. I’ve been trying to make you see
that. Even with the way…things came to
be,” she said, lowering her head once more.
The sight of her doing that made Harry’s heart hurt even
more. If she was truly happy, the
mention of it wouldn’t have that effect on her, he was sure. But she held onto him regardless of how it
affected her. Harry always believed that
she was the strongest emotionally of the two of them, but he was beginning to
see that that was not the case. He would
have to be the stronger one and do whatever was necessary for her. What now was exactly the question. Making her understand maybe
a start; at least a new approach.
“Love…” he said gently, lifting her chin,
“maybe you’re…not as happy as you think.
Maybe…”
Cho pulled completely away in a huff. “Don’t tell me how I feel, Harry! I know how I feel! I know what’s best for me! I know what makes me happy!”
Harry lost his strength to push her further. Another attempt dashed for the time
being. Now, he just wanted to hold her
and get the angry, hurt look off her beautiful face. “I’m sorry, Love. I…”
“AHH!” Cho screamed to the ceiling. “STOP SAYING THAT!” she yelled. Before he could reach for her once more, Cho
stalked out of the room.
He thought about going after her, he even ran to the closing
door, but Harry allowed it to close in his face. Instead, he sat on the floor with his back
against the wall.
Harry always had his back against the wall.
*****
Ginny came from under the tapestry she had been hiding
behind when Cho screamed in the room.
Her intentions when following them into the castle, ignoring Cormac’s questions and nearly puking at the sight of her
brother kissing the big-mouth bitch, was to listen to them having sex. She had done that numerous times, wanting
numerous times to burst into whatever classroom, closet, storage room she’d
follow them to and hex them both. Most
importantly, she wanted to hear something go terribly wrong. It never did.
Not like today. Still hadn’t
found out what was so wrong in the perfect couple’s life, but she was grateful
not the have to listen to the two have sex and to see that Harry didn’t care to
go after the raven-haired whore.
Ginny walked away with a smile on her face.
*****
The night before Cormac’s
graduation, Ginny was on her knees in a Gryffindor bed. Two large hands were on her slender shoulders
and a sizable dick was slamming into her wet track. The large hands helped push her back as the
hips of her lover pounded her small, pale bottom. The redhead’s lip was being chewed
mercilessly as she took in the hard, thick appendage. It made her scream every time, but tonight, they
didn’t use a silencing charm on the bed.
In fact, the curtains of the bed were partially opened.
Sweat dripped for the tiny Ginny’s chin as she was being
fucked roughly. Her lover was doing all
he could to keep quiet as he rode her tight space, though their bodies were
slapping together loudly. The fifth year
loved the danger of possibly getting caught, so she almost always refused his
request to quiet the bed, themselves, or at least put
a deafening charm on his roommates. Not
doing that only added to the intensity of their sexual play, at least that’s
what she told him.
Having her red-haired snatch deliciously torn apart at the
moment, Ginny watched raven hair caressing a lightening bolt scar. A bronze, shirtless torso she had kissed on
very few occasions, was exposed, taut, rising and falling in his sleep and
making her lick her bitten lips. The
strong, calloused hand of its owner was hidden in his pajama bottoms, lightly
stroking the dick she had sucked several times to get hard before she was
blessed to mount it.
Watching that body, that hand, that boy while her pussy was
being delightfully violated made her crazy with desire. Ginny believed herself to be crazy anyway
these days with the number of disturbing thoughts that went through her
mind. So she didn’t care what Dean’s
reaction would be if she abruptly stopped their fucking, stunned him, and
mounted that sleepy erection Harry had across the room.
Just as she considered the action, she heard the door to the
boys’ dormitory click quietly. Dean was
oblivious to this, lost in his world of Ginny’s red pussy. But Ginny trained her ears on the sound, not
seeing anything in the pale moonlight that shone through Harry’s window. However, she did notice Harry suddenly
springing awake.
“Love?” she heard him say.
Then a female giggle could be heard, and Harry’s curtains seemed to
close on their own.
“No!” Ginny said angrily in a loud whisper, punching the
bed.
“Wh-what’s that, Ginny?” Dean
asked breathlessly, not stopping the action.
She nearly growled as she spoke. “I said…‘no, uh, don’t stop’!” she lied.
“Yes, Ginny,” Dean said obediently, grabbing her hips and
lifting them slightly as he continued to pound her.
Normally, Ginny’s eyes would be rolling back in her head at
Dean’s actions, and her orgasm would be moments away and harder than anything Cormac had ever managed in her. But with the thought that the Ravenclaw had
snuck into the Tower, was in Harry’s bed, and was more than likely fucking him
while Ginny was in the same room made the redhead turn her body off from was
happening to her. She was livid. Again. Her and Harry had made love in the bed at
least twice. And now that cunt had taken
her man and was taking her man only a few yards away. Ginny knew she could go over there and rip Cho’s
hair clear out of her head, she was so irate.
All she needed now was for the traitor bitch to come in and fuck her
brother with the curtains open for everyone to see. That would send her right over the edge. A scary edge she was already tittering on.
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