Always There - Fanfic
Title: Always There
Author: Me, of course!lol Twocanz
Rating: I'll say R because it's not as naughty as some of my other stories.
Length: One shot *I'm getting good at this one-shot business, no more epics for me...yeah right!*
Pairings: Harry/Cho, Harry/Ginny implied
Warning: No beta...I haven't asked pisceskp_4 yet!lol
Summary: “I know you’re not…mine. I know I’ve missed my moment with you. But, I’ll always love you, Harry.” Cho squeezed his hand gently. “And whenever you need me, I’ll be there. Always.” *First-Time and an attempt at a missing moment from HBP*
also posted on adultfanfiction.net.
Harry slammed the infirmary door shut after storming out. He didn’t care to hear his best friends, or Lupin, or the Weasleys, or even his girlfriend Ginny’s comforting words after witnessing Dumbledore’s death. But that’s not the only thing that angered him. Snape had gotten away! He had been trusted by the Order and by Dumbledore and now he had proven himself to be the bastard Harry always knew him to be. No one had listened to Harry, regardless of how many times he had pointed out Snape’s truly wicked and questionable ways.
Reformed Death Eater? Not likely, obviously. People do not change.
Though his head was throbbing with the rage he was rightfully in, Harry was numb. He couldn’t feel his feet stomping through the stone corridors. He just remembered his body being too stiff and defenseless to move on the Dark Tower from Dumbledore’s spell. He couldn’t smell the remnants of smoke wafting through the halls from Hagrid’s hut a million miles away. But Snape’s sneer before he administered the final blow to the headmaster burned in his mind. He couldn’t even see the very few confused students, teachers and Aurors running passed him trying to find someone, something, some sense of how it all happened. Draco and Snape running through the lawn, running to their undeserved freedom, however, was very much so visible behind his eyes. He couldn’t even hear the orders being shouted out by teachers or Aurors drifting through the abandon halls he found himself walking through. No, only Snape berating him as Harry shouted curse after curse at him rang in his ears.
Finally, a sound penetrated the echo of the traitor’s criticisms in the hero’s ears.
“H-Harry?” a voice nearly gasped.
Harry looked up in the dimly lit corridor. Numb all over, he still managed slight surprise at seeing Cho Chang standing there. He was even more shocked to see her present state. The tears he knew well had parted her left cheek. Her skin was laced with a thin layer of soot or dirt, Harry wasn’t sure which. Her long raven hair seemed to be chopped awkwardly to her jaw line only on the right side of her head. Her almond-shaped eyes were red, wet, and wide as she watched him in her own shock. But what was more shocking to the Boy Hero was watching Cho’s hand slowly open at her side, seemingly unbeknownst to her, and seeing Hermione’s enchanted coin from a year ago fall from her fingers.
Before the coin hit the stone ground, Harry saw Cho bounding toward him. Before he had time to react, his ex-girlfriend flung herself on him. And though it was impossible for her to fall due the vice grip she had on him, Harry held onto her as if she would.
“Oh, Harry!” Cho nearly shouted in his neck as tears drenched his shoulder. “I thought… I heard that Professor D-Dumbledore was…” she sniffed hard.
As he held her numbly, he could see that her chopped hair on the right side was actually singed and burn, no doubt from a dodged curse. He would have never expected Cho to be out there fighting. Not the girl that everyone he knew, except Hermione, claimed to be selfish for crying over her dead boyfriend the year before. Not Cho Chang.
“I heard you were…you were with him, but… Oh, Harry, I thought you were…d-d-dead too!” Tears and sobs of joy came from the Ravenclaw, echoing in the empty hall and into Harry’s neck.
But Harry didn’t speak. He just held onto Cho without expression, without care, and without the ability to feel much of anything on his body.
“I’m so glad you’re alright!” she whimpered into his neck. “After my coin lit up in my pocket, I-I got all the Ravenclaws that were in Dumbledore’s Army and… Oh, Harry, all I wanted to do was find you!” Cho’s grip became tighter around Harry’s neck for a moment as he just looked over her shoulder at the fading candles in the hall, seeing Dumbledore’s dead body fly off the Dark Tower in his memory.
Still holding the seventh year as he watched the kindly old professor meet his end, it took Harry a moment to realize his neck and cheek was being sprayed with kisses. “No one knew…” Cho said between frantic, tear-soaked kisses to his cheek, “where you were! I kept asking…” she whimpered as she kissed his jaw, “had anyone seen you, while I was fighting…” She switched to his other cheek and his eyes began to blink somewhat, finally registering the affection he was receiving. “There was just so many of them, Harry! So many people fighting…” She moved to his neck and his breath caught slightly in his throat as his green eyes fluttered toward that fading candle in the hall. “But I-I did as you taught me…” Cho sniffed, kissing his cheek desperately. “I’m just so…glad you’re alright! I was s-s-so scared that y-you…”
Before Harry knew it, the fading candle he was trying to watch was blocked by the beautiful face of the Ravenclaw. Cho’s lips covered Harry’s, and instead of the desperate pecks she had been administering to his neck and cheeks, her lips stayed pressed against his. Though they had only shared very few kisses the year before, the softness of her lips and the tears that drenched them, were all too familiar to Harry. Soon the familiar swiping of her soft lips brushed against his, trying to will him into kissing her. And just as slowly as his eyes began to close, did Harry return Cho’s affections.
Her kisses chipped away at his numbness, causing him to be the first of the two to introduce his tongue into their play. Cho seemed to sniff back the last of her tears as she allowed Harry into her mouth. The two kissed in a manner they hadn’t managed to get to the year before. And unlike the year before, this kiss was laced with fading tears of happiness for the Ravenclaw, and no nervousness from the Gryffindor. The sixth year’s hand slid up and lost itself in the black tresses of the pretty girl. Cho mewed on his lips as if savoring his taste. Harry, on the other hand, wasn’t savoring her kiss. He was still far to numb too. He simply kissed Cho in the manner that Ginny had done to him a million times since they won the House cup.
However, Harry did feel it when Cho’s desperate kisses pushed him against the wall. Her vigorous mouth devoured his even more so with the wall keeping him in place for her. Harry allowed her to kiss him, doing all he could to keep up with her. With him pressed against the wall, her body flushed against his, Cho loosened her grip around Harry’s neck. Her kisses returned to his neck which took him by surprise. Every wet brush of her lips, every suck and even her tiny little bites to his throat helped ebb away the numbness but couldn’t destroy the rage.
One hand still loss in the frayed side of her raven tresses, Harry slowly began to kiss Cho’s temple and cheek as she fed on him. He could taste the dust and soot that had settled on her soft skin, but he could still taste that wonderfully soft skin. It began to register that Cho Chang was in his arms, under his lips and kissing on him as well. Something soft and gentle was in his arms after experiencing a night of torment, fear and anger. It felt freeing and relieving. His lips found her mouth again, desiring just a little bit more of that wonderful relief.
Soon, something hard was being stroked softly and gently through Harry’s pants when he realized Cho’s hand had snuck down in between them. He made no sound after he broke their kiss at the feel of her hand on him; on the erection he didn’t know he had. Rage still present, but numbness slowly fading, Harry opened his mouth to release his first moan of appreciation. However, before he could manage it, Cho’s lips covered his and again the two kissed vigorously against the wall.
Harry’s fingers clenched on Cho’s lower back, lifting her shirt slightly in the process, and allowing his fingers to grace her hot skin. His fingers also clenched in her hair, grasping a chuck of her raven locks as her hand picked up the pace on his hidden erection. Having still not managed it himself, Cho moaned on his lips as if she was being stroked, or perhaps because he was pulling to hard on her hair, Harry didn’t know which. Nor did he care. His hips began to buck lightly against her palm and his tongue searched every corner of her mouth. He couldn’t feel every part of his body yet, but Cho was definitely helping him get there.
Suddenly, the kissing stopped. And too his displeasure, her hand as well.
Chocolate eyes pleaded with him well before her passion-swollen lips spoke. “Can I…? May I…? Please, Harry…” Cho’s whispers begged as she grabbed his belt buckle. Harry didn’t say a word as the two stared into each other’s eyes and Cho undid his pants. Even as she lowered herself to the ground in front of him, neither spoke, nor did Harry show any expression on his face. He watched his dick become exposed and sitting in a hand he had never thought he would. Well, he had imagined it since his third year, but after his fifth, he never thought he’d see the day. Yet, there Harry’s erection was, sitting proudly and held gently in the hand of the Asian beauty.
Still unable to show any expression on his face and still numb in most places, Harry bit the inside of his mouth a little when she began to stroke him skin to skin. Her small, creamy white hand slid up and down his bronze shaft, squeezing just right at his girth, and grazing his sensitive head as he watched. Just as he began to feel his breath becoming heavier and the sight of another hand stroking him would soon become to much to handle, it stopped. Now, Harry bit his entire tongue when his entire length slid into Cho’s warm mouth. The many times Ginny had done this to Harry in their short relationship, his knees buckled instantly, swear words flew from his mouth, and he couldn’t keep his eyes opened no matter how hard he’d try. But with Cho Chang on her knees in front of him, sucking him magnificently well, Harry braced himself against the wall, held his lip in his mouth and attempted to watch her worship his penis.
The Ravenclaw’s oral pleasuring looked far from what her expression read. It didn’t look like a pleasure for Cho. Instead, Harry saw need, relief and desperation on her face as his dick slid in and out of her mouth. The lapping of her tongue to his sensitive helmet was tantalizingly rough and deliciously hungry. And when she put him back deep into her mouth, grabbed his hip for leverage, and fucked his manhood with her pretty face, she looked near tears again though she took him in as if she couldn’t survive without it.
Harry watched her feeding on him, listening to her slurping back his pre-cum and her own saliva. As he felt his face actually contorting into an expression somewhere near enjoyment, his hand snaked through her black locks to feel her head move in rhythm to the sounds of sucking. The blessed sounds fought the sounds of battle from his mind. The numbness had skated away from that region of his body completely. Harry felt his sac tightening as the anger began to subside. A voice in the back of his mind told him he was close to climax and that he should tell her, but he couldn’t utter any sort warning to the Ravenclaw giving him pleasure and taking his pain away.
It didn’t seem he had too, however. Before he had a chance to unload, Cho was back on her feet. She slammed her mouth to his, sucking away his air and throwing off his ability to kiss properly for a moment. He could taste his skin and pre-cum on her lips, in her lips and on her tongue. Never experiencing it tasting so intoxicating, the Boy Hero returned her needy kisses furiously. While doing so, Harry heard zipping and felt the seventh year shifting as she devoured his mouth. But he didn’t know what she was doing. Then, he felt his wet and desperately sucked penis touching soft skin. Instantly, he broke their kiss and saw Cho kicking away her jeans and panties from around her feet. Their eyes met again and he could see that desperation and need laced with desire and worry in her almond-shaped eyes.
“Please, Harry…” Cho barely whispered.
The Asian beauty rested her arms against his chest, naked from the waist down and offering herself to him. Harry watched her beautiful eyes watching him and looking near tears at the fear that he’d turn her down.
“Hmph!” Cho whimpered suddenly on his mouth. Harry didn’t want to turn her down. Instead, he turned her around, placed her against he wall, and slid his hand between her legs. The pretty girl’s back arched against the wall as her legs opened wider for his hand. Harry could feel his erection slide up her belly as his hand slid through the slickness of her folds. Her whimpering hadn’t subsided on his lips, in his mouth, or on his exploring tongue especially as his fingers delightfully tortured her clit. The sixth year’s fingers tickled and pinched at Cho’s pleasure nub until she shook against the wall helplessly.
Then, there was that hole.
When his hand eased further back and sunk into an extremely tight, extremely wet, extremely eager opening, she nearly shouted in his mouth. “OH, G -,” the pretty girl barely managed out on Harry’s plunging tongue. And in rhythm with his plunging tongue, his finger turned into two and began pumping inside her and against the stone wall. The Asian beauty groaned helplessly under his control, but she quickly lifted her leg up and open even wider, given the Boy Hero even more access to her cunt and clit. Cho’s nails dug into Harry’s shoulders as she held on to them for leverage, being that she was on one leg now, and from his deep kisses and punishing hand.
Cho’s body was trembling and melting against him, for him, and on his hand. Harry may not have been too able to feel every part of his body yet, but he enjoyed the control he had over her. It was Cho’s turn to buck against his hand wantonly, suck in his kisses desperately and feel close to orgasm. Harry marveled slightly at how she managed it all on one wobbling leg.
Paying attention to all that was Cho at the moment had almost made the unbearable events of that evening slip away. Almost. Unfortunately, as he reveled in the small victory of them disappearing, they came back full throttle. The cave. Malfoy. Dumbledore’s pleading for Snape. Dumbledore’s death by Snape. Snape!
“Hmph!” Cho groaned again against Harry’s lips, but this time he was sure it was because he had just bitten her lip in anger. The Boy Hero pulled away from the Ravenclaw’s mouth, hoping his vocal chords had the ability to at least produce a ‘sorry’. But as he freed her aching mouth, Cho’s arms snaked around his neck and pulled him back to her for a bruising, yet forgiving, kiss.
Abandoning the apology he couldn’t say anyway, Harry released Cho’s snatch. Instantly, he heard a whimper of protest and not pain, but he didn’t care. He knew what she really wanted and although he’d never done it before, he was sure she could show him how. Kissing her hard into the brick wall, Harry eased his hands down Cho’s hips, over her bottom and then down the back of her thighs. The pretty girl’s lips began to tremble even more so on his, but she didn’t make a sound, only met his hungry kisses. In one swift movement, Cho was lifted off her feet and up on the wall. Their kiss broke temporarily and Harry could hear her swallowing hard before returning to his mouth. Easing her down and ready to enter, he briefly remembered that Ron’s brothers had warned him and his best friend about first-times; how brilliant it would feel for boys and how long they won’t last. But Harry didn’t care at the moment about how long he would last; he was done ‘trying to impress’ Cho ages ago.
The Gryffindor did note how much more Cho’s lips were trembling on his, though she kissed him even more passionately then before. He figured she knew the routine well and this was how it was suppose to work for girls. He did find the trembling lips, and oddly, all over her body, intoxicating; that symbol of fear, erotic. When he felt his weeping head at her entrance, or at least what he hoped to be her entrance, he could feel those numb parts of his body spark while hers shook even harder. And the moment he sunk deeply into the wet heat of the Asian beauty, breaking through her tightness, the Boy Who Lived felt electricity shoot through every part of his body. Every nerve was suddenly awake. Every ounce of him alive. And every scene, sound, feeling courtesy of that evening’s events were now dead and gone.
“Shit!” Harry’s whisper shouted into her jaw after he released her mouth.
“Ssss, ouch!” Cho whispered, much quieter then him.
But Harry still heard it. And at that moment, he realized he had felt his dick sliding through her track, hitting some barrier, then continuing on. The Weasley boys had told him and Ron about virgin girls, but he was sure Cho couldn’t have been one. Not the way she sucked him off moments ago! Not that way every boy wanted her. Not the way he wanted her once before. But the quivering, yet tense, girl in his arms, up against the wall, and filled nearly to capacity with his member had her nails even deeper in his shoulders and breathing heavily through her nose.
Harry lifted his head from her chin and could see pain etched across her pretty features, with her eyes shut tightly. “Ch-Cho?” he whispered. She didn’t respond. “Cho, have you…ever…” Finally, she responded, seemingly only able to shake her head and not open her eyes. Although, presently inside something that felt insanely wonderful, Harry also felt shocked beyond belief. “Then, why…” he asked, suddenly feeling that constant guilt ever present in his life. Before he could think to finish his statement, Cho began to urgently kiss at his lips, still with her eyes shut tight and face contorted in pain. “No…n-no,” he began, muffled by her attempts, “we…must stop! You can’t do this for your first…”
Finally, the chocolate brown eyes of the lovely girl opened, as her limbs tightened around his body. “No! Please, Harry, please…” Cho begged between kisses. “I want this! I want…you.” Her kisses tried to will Harry back to where he was a moment ago, but the Gryffindor wasn’t returning them in the same manner as before. “I know,” Cho whispered into his mouth anxiously, “that you’re not mine. But I’ll always…love you, Harry. So if you could please…just give me this - just give me you - for right now…” Needy kisses accented each sentence, each plea, each declaration. “Please, Harry…”
Harry allowed her to kiss him again as he thought about it. He knew she deserved something better, something different, something sweeter and romantic for her first time. There had been a few dreams of her that he had that didn’t end in him banging away at her like a dog in heat. Those dreams had sense passed, being replaced by ones of Ginny. But the desperation in Cho’s voice, in her kisses and in her eyes didn’t allow him to think about it for too much longer. He understood dire need, and the willingness to sacrifice anything, including himself, to get it.
Harry conceded to her wishes and returned Cho’s pleading kisses.
Never had Harry felt anything so tight around his dick. Never had he even grasped his girth with such strength. Never had he felt anything as wonderful as this. Cho’s newly broken-in pussy clung to him as strongly as her arms did around his neck. And as Harry pulled his hips back and eased in for his first stroke, her cunt sucked him in just as greedily as her mouth was doing his own just above.
“Merlin…” Harry barely whispered in her mouth, losing himself in the feel of a woman’s insides. Tight, wet, unbelievably hot inside, his dick didn’t know if it just wanted to stay blissfully buried or thrust in and out. When her muscles seemed to involuntarily clench on him, he grunted and desired the friction thrusting would only create. As he hips began to move back, ready to bang her into the wall, something struck the Boy Hero. Remembering in his clouded mind of ecstasy that Cho was just as much a virgin as he was, Harry opted to take his time with her. So what was meant to be a fast thrust, glided forward slowly through her walls before retracting back and doing it again. It was still paradise for the sixth year. And at that speed, he could savor Cho in his own way.
The Ravenclaw had a hand full of Harry’s unruly hair as he claimed her body. Easing the hunger from his kisses to longer more sensual ones to keep pace with his hips, Harry hoped this would help Cho relax a little more. But the seventh year’s kisses hadn’t eased on him. The pretty girl’s lips, in fact, stayed hungry, though trembling. Regardless, Harry continued taking her slowly, even though her wet walls were begging him to push through them more fiercely; to fuck her roughly.
“H-Harry…?”
He barely heard his name squeak from her lips. Had he not felt the whisper in his mouth, he would have never registered it. “Yesssss… Oh, yes, Cho…” Harry moaned to her jaw line as he rode her slowly.
“Don’t…” she began again breathlessly, and then whimpered. Her lips landed on his forehead and his hair was balled even further in her hand. “…go easy on me, please…”
Harry nodded absentmindedly, not entirely registering what she was saying. “Yes…I’m going easy on - ssss - on… Bloody hell, Cho…” he replied, finding her mouth once more eagerly.
But Cho pulled her lips away. “No, Harry…” Her whimpers were suddenly clearer. “Don’t go easy on me. Please, Love?” she begged and soon followed up with a groan from the gentle movement between her legs.
Harry shook his head as best he could, still lost in the feeling of Cho’s cunt while thrusting gingerly inside her. “No. Slow… You need - oh, sodding - you need slow and…easy…” he answered breathlessly with his eyes closed and his forehead resting against her cheek.
Cho’s lips found Harry’s again, still quivering and still hungry before she broke away. “No, I want you to enjoy me, Harry.”
The Boy Hero’s mind was too sex-laden to process anything nutty being said to him, especially with his prick encased in something so extraordinary. “Good God, Cho, do you have any idea how amazing you feel?” his whisper nearly shouted as he shifted even more inside her, hoping to prove his point. “I am enjoying you! It’s so tight…so bloody, fucking tight!”
Pecking gently at his lips, she spoke between kisses. “I want you to…enjoy me the way you want too. The way you really want too, Harry.”
Head shaking again, he answered her. He knew the way he really wanted to enjoy her would leave her partially paralyzed. And although he was done with trying to impress Cho Chang, he wanted it to be a good experience for her as well. “I want you…to enjoy it too, Cho,” he answered her honestly. He would never tell a soul what was happening at that moment, so it shouldn’t matter, but he knew he wanted her to love it as much as he did.
“I will,” Cho answered honestly as well, tasting his lips sweetly. “I’m with you, aren’t I?”
Of all the girls over the past few years that had made it quite obvious that they wanted Harry for their own, including his present girlfriend, none had managed to make it sound more appealing then his ex-girlfriend. Savoring Cho Chang soon became an idea lost. Fucking Cho Chang had become the new reality.
Steadying his legs while positioning her body on and against the wall, Harry prepared to fuck for the first time. Allowing her to do as she pleased with his mouth, the Boy Hero’s hips eased back, and then slammed forward.
“Ah!” Cho nearly shouted after throwing her head back against the wall.
Something in the back of Harry’s mind registered her scream and made him feel guilty again. But something wonderfully hot and snug around his dick made him quickly forget.
The Gryffindor began to thrust his way into the pretty Ravenclaw just as roughly as he wanted, just as much as she knew he needed too. Cho’s legs were tight around his body, still stiff as she took him in, still moaning to the ceiling of the corridor as he loosened her walls. Harry’s mouth, though mumbling obscenities as he took the girl, found her pale column and feasted happily. He wanted her mouth, desired to taste her tongue as he fucked her, but the Asian beauty’s body was sliding up and down the wall roughly with her mouth open and releasing the air he was presently fucking out of her.
Though the seventh year felt amazing to Harry, he worried that maybe she wasn’t enjoying it as much as he was. He was doing as she asked, fucking her without abandon, but she didn’t seem to be relaxing at all into the wonderful moment they were sharing.
“Cho…” he breathed into her ear, “are you…alright?” Harry opened his eyes to see hers still shut tightly, her head still back and quickly nodding. Her face, he noted, expressed just he opposite of her answer. He slowed his pace just a little.
“N-no,” Cho grunted in obvious pain, “f-faster, Harry!”
Her bravery through lies made him want to hold her tighter. Kissing her neck gently, he slowed down even more. “I - I need you to relax for me, Cho,” he said pleadingly. The pretty girl nodded again, but after a few more strokes inside her, she still hadn’t managed too. “Please, Love,” he whispered to her cheek, kissing it softly.
The Ravenclaw took several breaths as he kissed her jaw line. “I-I’m trying, Harry,” Cho whimpered as she lowered her head from the wall. “I really am…”
Harry wished he knew what to do to make it easier on her. He suddenly wished he could lay her down in a bed, pull a blanket over them, and take all the time she needed to enjoy their moment. The thought led his gentle kisses up her jaw and toward her mouth. “Kiss me, Cho,” he whispered. She did as he asked, and Harry kissed her tenderly.
Their sensually sweet kisses were intoxicating for the Gryffindor. Pleasantly, he found that the more they kissed this way, the more she began to relax into his movement. Although still blissfully tight, Harry found himself sinking more easily into the pretty girl. He moaned all the way inside until he had no more to offer her. The vibrations of his moan mingled with her own as their kisses grew stronger. They were no longer wild and hungry like before, but more passionate and fulfilling.
The Ravenclaw’s body no longer slid roughly up and down the wall. Harry may not have been taking her slowly, but he was taking her more tenderly, enjoying the sensation of every inch of his manhood sliding in and out of her track. Feeling Cho relaxing in his arms, Harry found himself getting lost inside her. Nothing existed in the world beside him and Cho Chang. All he knew was her lips and tongue on his own, her hand in his hair and arm around his neck, and her body wrapped around his hips while her wet center wrapped around his dick.
“Oh, Harry…” she moaned into his mouth when she was allowed to break away for air. He could hear her enjoyment. No begging, no pain, just feeling as overwhelmed with pleasure now as he was. “It feels so…mmmm…”
Echoing her moan, Harry’s lips hovered over hers as he spoke. “Cho, you feel so…”
“Faster now, Harry,” Cho requested in a lustful whisper, interrupting him. “I can take it now.”
“Are you sure?” Harry asked breathlessly, wanting to comply, but knowing he wouldn’t last much longer if he did. He didn’t want it to end.
“Yes,” Cho whispered into his mouth before taking his bottom lip into her teeth gently. “Please…” she added before reeling them back into their loving kisses.
Harry did as she requested, feeling no resistance in her body. He felt his dick riding through the tight slick walls more easily then when he tried to fuck her before. He felt her legs less tense around his body, but holding on tight. He felt the reason for that as Cho’s hips began to move forward to meet his every thrust.
“Brilliant…” Cho whispered as though to herself when she broke their kiss for air and Harry savored the skin on her cheek.
Coincidentally, that same word was running through Harry’s mind repeatedly when their bodies fell into a rhythm together against the wall. As his rhythm began to speed up automatically, so did Cho’s without missing a stroke. Their kisses also stayed in sync with one another; sensually sweet, sensually deep, and sensually breathtaking.
That was until someone became too overwhelmed to continue them.
“Merlin, Cho! I’m going to…” Harry declared into her mouth, but still trying to keep her kisses.
The hand lost in his messy black hair, began to tug on his messy black hair. “Oooo, cum for me, Harry…” Cho begged, licking his lips. “I want to feel it inside me.”
Her lustful words were the Boy Hero’s undoing. He swore on her lips loudly before being blessed to cum inside a pussy for the first time.
“Mmmm, so good…” Cho grunted and moaned as Harry filled her, still pumping inside her and meeting her every thrust forward. The Gryffindor thought that entering a woman’s body was the best feeling on earth. He quickly learned it was nothing compared to cumming freely and hard inside of Cho Chang.
Suddenly, there was desperate need to feel her cum. He was warned that girls don’t always cum the first time, but Harry was determined. He needed to cause and feel Cho’s release. After what she’d given him, no more pain, no more rage, and a mind-blowing orgasm, she deserved the world. However, Harry’s legs were weakening from his first sexual orgasm. Luckily, his hips were still sharp, applying sharp movements between the girl’s legs and praying silently that he wouldn’t cause them both to fall to the floor. He thanked God for the wall behind her.
Cho was moaning freely to his forehead, then nose, then cheek, then into his mouth, seeming unable to close her own. Harry opened his eyes to beautiful girl who had offered herself to him, who had taken away his present pain, and who was first crush and now first lover. The Asian beauty looked blissfully lost in the sensations he was giving her and it was wonderful for him to watch. Her soft lips were parted for panting out his name as he attempted to fuck her to completion. Harry soon muffled the sounds of his name by slipping his tongue into her warm mouth. He kissed Cho deeply until he finally heard the name of a higher power being muffled on his lips and tongue. Releasing her mouth, he gasped as he felt her become even tighter then when he first entered her.
“Oh, Harry! Oh, God!” Cho whispered loudly, squeezing her eyes tightly, digging her nails into his shoulder and clutching a healthy chunk of his hair in her hand. The tightness felt wonderful on his satiated, but still hard, dick. Yet, feeling her juices mix with his own inside of her felt even better.
Resting his forehead on her cheek as she rested heavily against his head, Harry and Cho held each other in the empty corridor. Their breathing was the only sound heard, though Harry was sure his heart was beating loud enough to wake the Giant Squid. They seemed to be holding onto each other forever, frozen in that moment of time - in their moment in time. At least that’s what it felt like to Harry’s near wobbling legs. But he didn’t want to put her down until she was ready, and also because he knew reality would set in soon after.
“Are you okay, Cho?” Harry whispered to neck gently, not trying to sound as though he wanted to leave her anytime soon.
The pretty girl nodded, swallowing the last of her heavy breaths. “I’m fine, Harry. You?” she asked in a whisper.
Harry chuckled lightly against her cheek. “Me? I’m more then fine, aren’t I? I’ve just experienced the most amazing feeling of my life! And with a beautiful girl, no less.”
Cho giggled and it made him smile. “I could say the same. Except the girl bit, of course.”
They laughed lightly, still holding each other tightly in the same position. Soon, the tiny bit of joy disappeared and Harry felt reality creeping back in.
“Your legs,” she began quietly as if she didn’t want to say it out loud, “they must be tired.”
Harry knew it was pointless to delay the inevitable. However, he didn’t move an inch. “A bit.”
Cho was silent before sighing. “Oh. Alright, then…”
“But if your legs,” he interjected quickly as if the thought just came to mind, but mostly as a distraction, “are tired, then I can hold you up for a little while longer.” He hoped the hope wasn’t evident in his tone.
Apparently, it wasn’t. “No, they’re fine, I guess. I wasn’t exactly standing on them, was I?” she said, trying to giggle and bring the humor into their reality.
“Oh,” he said reluctantly, not wanting to help her accomplish that. “Right, then.”
Slowly, Harry slid out of her warmness. He released Cho’s right leg, then her left and allowed her to slide off his waist. Their eyes stayed locked on one another’s as Cho was lowered to the ground. Standing on her legs, she, too, wobbled as he did. They both kept their arms attached to the others. Half naked and watching each others eyes, neither of them spoke as they stood there.
Harry had moment to marvel at how beautiful Cho Chang really was, even with half her lovely hair singed off. He watched the beautiful girl he just had sex with leaned forward on her tip toes. Harry’s lips were ready to taste hers again, but it was only his cheek that was blessed.
“I’m so glad you’re alright,” she said, touching his cheek and looking back into his eyes.
“Alright?” he asked, wondering why she was still talking about his legs.
The seventh year nodded her head. “I can’t imagine what I’d have done had you…with Dumbledore.” With that, Cho hugged Harry around the neck tightly. His arms instantly went around her and held her close as he took in what she was really talking about. “And...poor Ginny for that matter. I know that pain…somewhat…” she said to his chest.
The mention of his girlfriend made that reality come in full speed. Harry let go of the Ravenclaw and stepped back. Cho’s arms reached for him once more, but she lowered them in understanding.
“I’m sorry,” they both said in unison.
“No, it’s alright,” they both said in unison again.
Now they both giggled.
“Reckon, we should…” began Harry.
“Right,” Cho said, reaching on the ground for her pants and hastily putting them on. Harry fixed his clothes as well.
After zipping up and straightening his shirt, Harry wiped the sweat on his forehead into his hair and watched Cho. The pretty girl was near the enchanted coin she dropped the moment she ran to him. Harry walked closer to her for a moment as she stood in silence just examining the galleon. It seemed to take a moment for her to acknowledge his presence, but eventually, she looked up into his eyes.
Cho’s chocolate brown eyes were just as sad as they had been the year before. He hadn’t seen that look at all in their present term of school. But tonight it was back as she penetrated the green of his eyes with sincerity. “Harry, I…” she began then paused unsurely. She stuffed the coin into her pocket and reached gently for his hand. Harry took it without hesitation. “I know you’re not…mine,” she started again, “and I know I’ve…missed my moment with you. But…I’ll always love you, Harry.” Cho squeezed his hand gently. “And whenever you need me, I’ll be there. Always.”
Before Harry realized it, Cho was on her toes again and kissed him gently on his lips. She had broken away from his grasp of her hand and began walking the way she came in. “Good bye, Harry,” she said sadly, giving a gentle wave as she walked away.
Harry stood in awe for a moment. Cho always had that affect on him. But as he watched her progress down the hall, something inside him didn’t want her to go just yet. “Cho, wait!” Harry said, running toward her.
Before she could turn around properly, the pretty girl had a mouth covering hers. Harry needed one last taste of her lips; of his first crush; of his first kiss; of his first lover.
Cho would be there whenever he needed her. Harry couldn’t wait until the next time.
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