Despite Hermione's warnings, Harry continued to fornicate with all the witches he could without concern or contraceptive. The redhead Susan Bones was quite the lovely lass and bountiful in bosom. The blonde Hannah Abbott had proved to be a fiery vixen in bed. Romilda Vane tried to drug him, so he just said "fuck it" and fucked her; good thing she was hot. He had gone through so many women that it was harder to keep track of who he hadn't been with. When he went into Tonks' office for his "tutoring assignments," he was surprised to hear a new name appear on the list. He couldn't believe that he never realized, Cho had never stepped up until now.
Harry was a little excited, she was his first crush, and he was finally going to have the chance to enact on his feelings from forever ago. The orders instructed Harry to arrive at the Quidditch field and to "bring something nice to wear." On the selected day, he trotted down to the stadium and waited in the dead middle of the large arena. After a few minutes, a shy figure stepped out of the shadows and walked up to him. "It's nice to see you today," she said, timidly. Harry replied back, "You look nice too." Cho blushed, she felt a small amount of shame, having to use scholarly excuses just to meet up with a boy.
All the times he caught himself staring at her during his adolescence flooded back to him. Being of asian decent, there truly was no one else like her in the entire school. Her long, black hair draped down the sides of her exquisite face, her piercing eyes could give a basilisk a run for it's money, and her smile had him with butterflies in his stomach. She had a slim figure, which gave her a dainty, almost fragile appearance; a cunning deception to those who knew her well. It was almost a dream come true for Harry to finally spend time with her, even if he had to be on his best behavior.
The girl swallowed her pride and spoke, "I guess..I'm in charge of this evening." "Anything you want," he said, "So long as it fits under the blanket of reproductive education." Cho closed her eyes in anticipation and nervously extended her arm to his. She felt her fingers brush against his and grasped hold, opening her eyes to see that, yes, she was holding his hand. This power was too dangerous for one person to have alone, the ability to hold hands with a boy any time she wanted, it felt improper in a good way. She squeezed his hand tighter, her entire face turning red as she indulged in her perversion.
Cho had heard all the tales from her classmates about Harry's sexual prowess and it intimidated her. Having little experience with boys, it created an image of raw masculinity and unprecedented vigor in her head. This pinnacle of wizard-kind was her toy for the next 8 hours, and she was going to hold the shit out of those hands. She spun as best she could a justification for why this could technically counts as a health lesson, "I-um..feel it would be best to..experience signs of affection in order to..better understand relationships..which are crucial for reproduction…obviously." Harry found it a little odd that her ambition was so low, but he was to follow the ladies' lead and let her dictate where the night went.
"Well, we're holding hands. Now what do we do?", asked Harry. Cho couldn't believe how easy this was, he was obligated to do whatever she said. "I believe we should..sit together for a while..and talk," she replied. The two of them sat in the bleachers of the empty Quidditch stands and talked to each other about basically nothing. Minutes passed like seconds as Harry and Cho shared stories and occurrences that happened to them. A little way in, Cho pulled out a basket she had prepared and presented two sandwiches. They partook in the afternoon snack and continued chatting for the next few hours. When the sun began to set, Cho thanked Harry for his time and walked back to the castle by herself.
Harry couldn't help but feel a little disheartened by this encounter. The next one didn't fare that much better. A week later, Cho asked for another session with Harry at the Bridge. It was a pleasant meeting that ended similarly with her waving goodbye and being on her merry way. This continued for a month as Cho progressively got braver, if you could call it that. Her hand holding evolved into a hug before moving on to a pinky swears and nose nuzzles. There was even one time where Cho found the nerve to give Harry a peck on the cheek, truly scandalous.
Anybody could tell that she was just gaming the system for dates, essentially renting a boyfriend. One day at the Owlery, Harry tried subtlety putting some ideas in her head, "Are you sure you need more practice with the affection basics?" "Oh yes, you're an amazing tutor," she said, "Really, you've helped me quite a lot, but I think I still need more time understanding these certain aspects." Growing impatient, Harry pressed, "I'm just saying, if you stay in this area for so long, you'll never get to learn about…advanced affection." Cho's face went beat red, she would die of embarrassment if she tried to kiss Harry. What if she messed up so horribly that he never wanted to see her again? She couldn't allow that to come to pass.
"No, I'm comfortable where I am," she asserted. Harry knew it probably wasn't the best idea to push the topic on someone who didn't feel ready, but even gentlemen have a limit for bullshit. Getting an idea, he strained, "My word, it's so hot, do you mind if I aired myself out a little?" "O-okay I guess," answered Cho, a little weary. "Thanks," said Harry as he unbuttoned his shirt and revealing his defined abs. He let his shirt loosely hang open while continuing to chat with Cho like nothing was wrong. The girl's eyes were transfixed on his impossibly gorgeous muscles, counting each one individually.
"You know what, it just looks weird like this," said Harry, "I'm going take the whole thing off." He flexed the shirt off his body and let it drop to the ground, exposing his lean back. Before she knew it, Cho was getting a private strip-tease. The topless Harry Potter gave a giant sigh of relief as he sat on the steps to the lower levels, "You would not believe how hot it can get for me this time of year." It didn't matter what he said, Cho couldn't hear him over the sound of her own heartbeat. She looked up and down the adonis' body, marveling at his broad shoulders, salivating at his bulging pecs, growing moist from his…
'Oh my god,' Cho screamed internally. She only glanced over it with her eyes, but looking back, there was clearly a pronounced bulge in Harry's jeans. And if she wasn't mistaken, there was also a tip poking out from the top. He caught her staring, "Oh that, that's just my penis. I'm sure you've seen it a couple times in class." "I tend to…look away during those parts," she confessed. "Ooooooh, so you've never actually seen it before," Harry intrigued, "Would you like to see it?" She instinctively shook her head in fear. He shrugged, "I suppose you're right, no use in taking it out if you can't put it back in the box."
The metrosexual marvel had Cho by the balls, well, in a manner of speaking. His gaze beckoned her to his side like a snake charmer. "Wait," she yelped, "I mean, is it..painful?" "Yes," Harry said, "You see, with jeans this tight, my balls are getting crushed. It's so uncomfortable, you can't begin to imagine." "Would it help if I..let them out for a little bit?", she offered. "Would you?", he said seductively, "Oh, that would be so helpful." She extended her digits and fiddled with his belt, 'It's okay Cho,' she internalized, 'It's just helping out a friend in a medical emergency.'
As she continued working his fly, Harry moaned, "Oh yes, I can't wait for they're release." 'Focus Cho,' she demanded of herself, 'You're not doing anything dirty. All you're doing is letting his private parts breathe. Harry's a friend, a classmate, he's…' She stretched his boxers past his balls and watched his penis jut out like an ivory tower, '..a man,' she concluded in awe. Cho could see every pulsing vein and velvety texture up close, his spongy head was flushed with blood and leaked fluid from it's tip. She couldn't help but start cradling it, feeling it's warmth and inhaling it's musk. Her hand moved on it's own and found it's way to his girth, lazily pumping it up and down his length.
"Cho," he poked her out of her daze, "You're stroking my cock." Only now realizing it to be true, she reeled back in shame. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," apologized Cho. "Don't be, it felt good," he said. Recognizing that she had gained the man's favor, she muttered, "Would you like me to keep going?" "I would," he said. Cho didn't know what to do, this certainly felt like taking advantage of her friend, but he also just said he wanted her to continue. Settling her internal struggle, she justified it as simply helping a friend find relief in an orthodox way. After all, his pants were still technically around his waist, that had to count for something.
She gingerly wrapped her fingers back around his member and began stroking. Harry felt all that tension over not getting nookie melting away; blue-balled for a month and finally he was getting some action from her. He relaxed his muscles and got situated, this nut was a long time coming, but it's gonna be worth it. Feeling no need to show off or endure for extended periods of time, he dropped his inhibitions and allowed his orgasm to come naturally. He wouldn't fight it, he wouldn't hold it back; there was no such thing as premature, whatever happens happens.
All this time, Cho watched Harry's face moan every so often, an affirmation that she was doing her job correctly. She wanted to help Harry with his problem, but at the same time, she genuinely wanted to know how a penis worked. Tonks had tried to explain it in class many times, but Cho still couldn't quite wrap her head around it. Ironically, she was probably the only student who needed legitimate tutoring for it's intended purpose. She felt his cock throb in her hand, responding in kind to her strokes; Cho was thrilled that she could be of such help to Harry.
Cho's hand felt too good, Harry could tell his release was nigh. Leaning back and letting the rush take him away, he burst rope after rope of hot gooey semen with a hearty groan. The shock and surprise made Cho screech in panic, the sudden discharge giving her a fright. She watched as Harry expunged his seed from his balls vigorously. The girl swelled with shame and embarrassment, having pushed herself onto him and taken advantage of his disposition. He sighed, "That felt sooo g-" Before he could finish, Cho bolted for the stairs and ran away in tears. Harry knew he'd gone too far and tried to run after her, only to find she was already gone, leaving him spent and mournful at his actions.
Harry didn't hear from Cho for the next couple weeks, and honestly, he felt he deserved it. How could he betray her trust like that? It was just awful. He insisted that tutoring being suspended until further notice as penance. For a while, Tonks' classes were a solo act, teaching the students about the inner workings and generally being less entertaining without Harry. Some of the girls thought it was unfair to them for him to suddenly drop-out unannounced, but the wiser ones could tell he was deeply troubled and felt it best to keep their distance. To force himself onto someone as innocent as Cho, his first love, Harry was ashamed of himself.
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One dreary day, Harry was walking alone down the streets of Hogsmede, trying to enjoy himself. It wasn't busy, what with the weather being so terrible today. He was hoping to get a bite to eat and maybe even find a newspaper that hadn't been sold yet. Slogging along, he failed to notice as his path crossed with that of a familiar face. "Um..hey," said Cho. "Y-Yes?", Harry replied. The meeting couldn't have been more awkward for the both of them. "I..uh, needed to get something from here," she said. He responded, "And I..uh.." Suddenly, dark grey clouds rolled in and the sounds of thunder filled the sky above.
It began to rain. Hard. They went from perfectly dry to soaked in a few seconds. Harry's first instinct was to shield Cho with his coat and run them to the nearest shelter. Locating a pub, he furiously banged on the door, but no one answered. Fiddling with the knob, he found the door to be locked despite all the lights still being on inside. Giving up, he ran Cho with him to the next closest building and found the door to be locked there as well. They continued from door to door, getting more and more frustrated that everyone in town seemed to have up and vanished. He pointed his wand to the sky to see if he could just disperse the clouds, but they didn't seem to budge.
As the rain kept piling on their clothes, Harry was running out of options. Cho shivered from the cold and rubbed her nose, giving a soft 'Ach-oo.' Harry knew he had no choice; with the castle too far a trek, the closest place they could go to for safety was the Shrieking Shack. The journey was dreadful, their shoes were ankle-deep in rainwater as they trounced across the marsh. Approaching the entrance, Harry shouldered the door open just in case this one was also miraculously locked. Their garments dripped everywhere as they shuffled into the dry sanctuary miserably.
Trembling, Cho pulled out her wand and cast a heat charm on herself, her clothes magically dried. Doing the same, Harry reasoned, "Well, we may be safe now, but I still think we should wait for the storm to let up before leaving. Rain this hard usually doesn't last long, so it should end pretty soon." He tried his best to be civil despite knowing how tense the situation was. Neither of them wanted to bring up the incidence at the Owlery for different reasons. Eventually, it was Cho who swallowed her pride and spoke first, "I'm sorry." Harry did not expect those words out of her mouth. "It was wrong of me to force myself onto you like that," she continued, "If you hate me, I understand. I just can't take the silence anymore."
He couldn't have been more confused, "Why are you apologizing? You're completely faultless." "Don't say that," she protested, "I feel terrible enough as it is, I don't need you excusing my behavior like it was nothing." "I was the one who took advantage of you," Harry countered, "I thought you didn't want to see me again." "Of course I love you-I mean, wanted to see y-I mean…oh no," she tripped over her words before sighing. Without thinking, she'd confessed her love at the worst possible time, and now, surely, he was going to steer clear of her forever.
She braced herself for the worst reaction, when instead, he stepped forward and hugged her. "Did I do this to you?", he asked. Cho nodded her head solemnly, "I have..trouble speaking..when I'm around you," she admitted. "You wanna know something," he leaned in, "I love you, too." Goosebumps coursed over Cho's skin when he said that, she couldn't believe he would return her affection in kind. He continued, "Which is why I want to give control over to you. Anything that happens in this shack, stays in this shack. You know, like the first few times."
Breaking away, Cho thought to herself. He was right, this would be the perfect place to be alone with Harry, but could she work up the nerve. As she thought, the sounds of the rain pattering on the roof soothed her; gave her a sense of ease. Cho always loved the rain, it was an indescribable joy when she was a child to hear the storm outside her window at night as she doused to sleep. The smell was more pleasant than any perfume and the cool wafts of air brought comfort in ways she thought she was alone in. Making up her mind, she opened the windows of the main room, letting the rushing storm sound echo all around.
The draft rolled in and brought a chilly scent of freshness. "There," she pointed to the middle of the room, "I want you to take me there." "I don't get it," he confessed. "I like rain," she responded in kind. Shrugging, Harry laid on the wooden floor of the shack stiff as a board. Even with a willing participant, Cho was still shy about showing off her body. "I promise not to look," he said, covering his eyes. "Thank you," she said. "Even though I'm already getting hard thinking about it," he flirted back. Indeed, Cho watched as the crotch of his pants grew larger. She focused back on the task at hand.
Article by article, piece by piece, Cho slowly stripped herself of her attire until she was completely nude. Getting bolder, she instructed, "Keep those eyes closed," and toyed with the buttons on his shirt. She then proceeded to pull Harry's shirt off his body, exposing the same impressive physique she saw weeks ago. Moving down to his waist, she unzipped his pants and pulled them down. Removing his shoes, she dragged the final piece of clothing off Harry's body, leaving him in a state of undress. "Am I allowed to open my eyes yet," he asked. Cho thought about it for a second, "Mmmmm, no."
"Oh, come on," he whined. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," she instinctually apologized. Realizing his mistake, he backtracked, "No no no, you're good. I just got…greedy is all. You're right, this is your session, you get to set the conditions." "Session?", she puzzled, "You do remember this isn't an official tutoring, right?" "Sorry," affirmed Harry, "Force of habit. Please continue." Keeping his eyes shut, Harry lay still and waited for Cho to make the first move. Easing closer, she brushed his penis with her hand, re-familiarizing herself with his body. Cho crawled over Harry's torso and hovered over his face. He looked so helpless and vulnerable, the power over him made her dizzy thinking about what she could do to him.
His lips looked so inviting, she inched her face into his to the point she could feel his breath on her cheek. Mustering all her bravery, she pressed her lips into his and savored the feeling. Her first kiss and she didn't even faint. It was like magic, for lack of a better term. Lowering herself down on him, Harry could feel two wonderful balloons squish down on his chest. He wished he could take but one look at her assuredly amazing pair, but he knew this was a big step for Cho and refused to take control away from her while she was doing so well. This was meant to be a spiritual journey, she would have to find herself in the passion before he could join her.
Harry's rock-hard prick was pushing against her stomach, begging for attention. As it so happens, Cho had needs too, and they were screaming for her to ram that thing inside her. She knew that it was unladylike to pounce on a man like some crazed wild-woman, but the drive to do just that was slowly winning out. Her fears of what it would feel like to lose her virginity swirled in her mind. Cho knew that she was going to get nowhere fast if she let her worries keep her from potentially enjoying herself. She sat up, raised her groin above his cock, aimed it for her pussy, and sat back down on it in quick succession; all so that she wouldn't have time for second thoughts.
"OWWWWWWWWWW," she screeched from the pain. Taking the entire length inside her in one fell swoop was not a smart move. Concerned, Harry immediately asked, "Do you need help?!" "NO!", screamed Cho, covering his face to make sure he couldn't see her, "Stay where you are!" She gritted her teeth and look down, Cho saw the blood trickle out of her from where her hymen was split in twain. There was definitely a sense of loss, but if it meant she was finally a real woman, then it was worth it. Letting the soreness pass, Cho started easing her body on his cock like a hobble horse.
It still didn't feel good, but it didn't feel excruciating anymore. She grabbed his shoulders and rocked her pelvis into his dick, getting a feel of how this was suppose to work. "Hey, I can't tell what you're thinking like this," he said, still having his eyes closed, "Can you tell me if your feeling good?" "Better than before at least," she exerted, "Give me a minute, I think I'm finally getting something." Harry sat back and enjoyed the ride. He had to admit, the storm did bring a unique atmosphere he hadn't known before, and the blindness gave a feeling of uncertainty that forced him into a fun, submissive role.
Cho was getting into the groove; with the pain all but gone, she believed everything was falling into place. Not only was she enjoying herself, but she was pretty sure Harry was too. The way he moaned her name as she rode him like a stud, Cho's heart skipped a beat every time. She handed her virginity over to him on a silver platter, embracing his girth with open arms and spread legs. The feeling of fullness guided her to euphoria and made her yipe with every prodding of her cervix. While not normally on his back during sex, Harry did his best to thrust upward in tandem with Cho's rocking.
The smell of the rain overwhelmed her senses while the draft made her body tingle with goosebumps. Her walls wrapped lovingly around his cock and pumped him for everything he had. Harry could feel himself ready to blow at any moment and gritted his teeth to last just a bit longer. The patter of the rain drowned out their groans and wails as Cho's loins gripped tighter and tighter, begging for release. No longer able to fight the inevitable, Harry came and spread his seed like a fire hose. The climax set her off and made her body clench up, wringing his cock even further. Her juices flowed her sopping puss and pooled with excess semen onto Harry's crotch.
Catching his breath, Harry wheezed, "I kept my promise…can I look now?" Feeling he deserved it after being so good, she told him he may. He opened his eyes, finally able to witness the magnificent nude form of Cho Chang. His sight started at her face and descended down, analyzing her every curve. Her breasts were plump and perky without a hint of sag, her pale skin covered every inch of her body, and her elegant legs were a marvel unto themselves. She was just as beautiful as he thought she would be. Cho made an awkward face and Harry asked what was wrong. She pointed down, leading him to discover he had accidentally gotten hard again from looking at her.
Unable to contain himself, Harry say up and kissed Cho on her thin lips. Realizing that might have been too forceful, he backed away, only for her to pull his head back into it. He couldn't have been any stiffer. Cho pried herself off his erection and stood up, "Thank you Harry. I'm not sure I would've been able to do this without your help." She helped him to his feet and hugged him tight. Once again, that naughty knob was distracting them from their embrace with an uncomfortable lump. "That's not going away any time soon," she sighed. "Speaking of which," Harry added, watching the storm.
Despite all the time that passed, it still wasn't going down. It didn't look any lighter either, Harry dreaded that they might have to board up for the night if this keeps going. He requested, "Can you help me close the windows?" Cho obliged and walked to the glass, closing it while Harry went to the other side of the room to do the same. Using their wands, they made the interior more livable, dusting the furniture and repairing the dilapidated bed. Eventually, they made a serviceable shelter inside the Shack for the two of them to take cover in. Acknowledging a job well done, Harry went to pick up his clothes and put them back on.
Before he could, Cho tugged on his arm sheepishly and asked, "Do you mind if we try something?" She was irresistibly cute, Harry responded, "Well sure, what did you have in mind?" "Follow me," she instructed, and she led him to the door. Opening it, she flicked her wand and a spiral of magic shoot out before ascending into the clouds above. She then stuck her hand out into the rain and waited, slowly, she felt the temperature of the rain change from cold to lukewarm. Taking a deep breath, she stepped out into the rain, letting the water douse her like a shower.
Harry was astonished at what he was seeing, "What are you doing?", he shouted over the downpour. She looked back, "Come on, join me." "But I'm naked..you're naked..we're both totally naked!", he sputtered, "What if somebody sees us?" "There's nobody for miles out here," she argued, "Besides, the brave Harry Potter shouldn't be afraid of a little rain." He was taken aback by how bold she had become in such a short amount of time. "Alright," he said, "I'm coming out." Harry covered his groin as he bared himself to the elements. This felt nothing like what he did with Luna, at least there he wasn't soaking wet like an animal. Cho extended her hand and escorted Harry across the yard, squishing their toes in the mud where they tread.
"You really do like rain," he continued to shout. "I've never done this before," she cried back, "But I've always wondered what it would be like." "Having sex in the rain?", he asked. Cho stopped in her tracks and turned to him, "Making love in the rain," she corrected before wrapping her arms around him. She lathered his back with warm rainwater and scrubbed it into his hair, getting him scruffy and mangy-looking. Figuring he might as well get into it, Harry wormed his hand around back and grabbed Cho's butt cheek. Getting inspired, he dipped her like a ballroom dancer so he could squeeze her titty and work her ass at the same time. Cho couldn't have been more turned on.
Spying an old, worn fence on the property, Cho got up and led Harry there. She approached the fixture and leaned her back against it while also leaning her arms over it for support. Cho spread herself against a post with open legs, "You know what to do," she told Harry. With the rain pouring down her body, hugging her curves and flowing along her breasts, she was too alluring for Harry to possibly say no. He inched closer to her, angling his cock in preparation. The man didn't stop inching forward as he slid his dick inside her. She grimaced, adjusting to his size yet again. The woman looked up and saw his intimidating aura within the storm. He latched his hands onto the fence and bent his pelvis back before slamming it back in.
If this woman wanted a wild man, she was going to get it. Harry was motivated to fuck Cho with as much strength as humanly possible. It started slow, but the frequency of his slams quickened. Their wet flesh slapped together with ever thrust, emphasizing the power the young, virile wizard had in him. Cho had no pain, no doubt, no fear, this was nothing like the first time. She felt like something had just been unlocked within her, a bestial desire which could never be truly quenched. Her mind was flooded by thoughts of longing for his dick going in and out, emptying her and filling her, over and over again. Nothing else mattered in this moment, just the pleasure and the ecstasy.
Harry relentlessly backed her against the post, digging his feet into the mud as he did so. By now, Cho's legs couldn't stop spasming; she did her best to hold herself up with her arms, but the majority of her weight was being held by Harry's cock. There was no time to take his hands off the fence and hold her, that would be time wasted not fucking her. He was honestly getting a bit scary with how primal he was, but that was just what Cho liked. She screamed his name to the heavens, not caring if anyone did hear her or not. There was no way she could go back to holding hands after this, she needed cock in her life; she needed Harry's cock in her life, constantly.
The force of the slams was starting to crack the foundation of the fence. Cho's insides and Harry's length were a perfect fit when he went balls deep. It was almost as if they were made were one another's genitals. Harry felt a swelling in his balls and knew the time was nigh. He thrust harder and faster to milk it out as soon as possible. "I'm gonna cum," he gritted through his teeth, "I'm gonna fucking cum." "Give me to me, you bastard," she cried without thinking. Just like that, he grunted hard and bust a nut inside Cho. His dick spasmed so intense, it practically vibrated while he shooting his load.
The two of them were exhausted. Cho continued to have shaky legs and Harry was just tried enough to lean against her for support, making the fence finally break. Harry landed on top of Cho with a big "OOF", the fence battered to pieces. "I'm sorry, are you all right?", he immediately checked. Though slightly weak from the sex, Cho gave a thumbs-up and pulled Harry's head in for another big kiss. Harry propped her up to her feet, before decided the gentlemanly thing was the better approach and carried her in his arms. "Oh, you're so strong," she teased, fiddling with his hair. She didn't care if all the other girls had their way with him, tonight, he was all her's.
It's late at night, and Harry and Cho were just about ready to go to sleep in the Shrieking Shack. Cho had to admit, she felt a perverted sense of glee with the prospect of literally sleeping with Harry. Without any pajamas, they crawled into bed naked together. Cho was warm and snug in the bed, she loved warm beds, almost as much as rain. Harry piped up, "Hey." "Yeah," she said. "You were fantastic," he praised, "I never knew you had it in you." She thought about all the progress she'd made today, "Well, I guess I had to make up for all the lost time on all that kindergarten stuff, right?", said Cho. Harry wrapped his body around her's so they stayed warm, "Truth be told, I do like holding hands with you."
An internal squee rang in Cho's head, Harry truly was the perfect man. Lying in bed, hearing the house settle, another thought alarmed her, "I just remembered, isn't this place supposed to be haunted?" With no candles or lights in the house, it was incredibly spooky at night for the superstitious. "Nah, that was a Dumbledore rumor," he played down, "Long story, go to sleep." "But what if it's true?", she stressed. Harry sat up, "Is it going to keep you up all night?" "Maybe," she shamefully admitted, pulling the covers over her eyes. "Well, I guess the only way we're gonna be able to scare off the ghosts is if we wail louder than they do," he said, positioning himself on top of her, "Or I could fuck you unconscious." "I am okay with either option," Cho said bluntly.
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Meanwhile, just along the edge of the forest, Hermione was peering through a pair of binoculars. "Okay, I'm calling it a night, I think they got it out of their system," she said to a trio of other witches. "Aw jeez," "Finally!", "Why is she so important?", they all said over one another. Hermione responded to the last one, "Big softy had a crisis after supposedly breaking his first love's heart. Whatever the case, he's bound to be back in business after that." "I hope so," said Katie Bell, "I've been going crazy all weak without his dick."
"Should I turn the storm charm off?", asked Parvati Patil. "Nah, I think they're going for another round. Better to encourage a few more sessions just in case," Hermione elaborated, "Besides, it'll wear off by morning anyway." Lavender Brown yawned, "I never knew this plan was gonna be…sOooooooo long. Or wet." "Well, that's your fault for going out in the rain to stick your tongue out," said Katie. The girls walked back to the castle, leaving Cho and Harry to fuck their doubts away. True to his word, Harry did fuck Cho into unconsciousness to finally get some sleep.
Two days later, Tonks announced Harry's return to the class. The students couldn't have been more pleased to hear, especially one previously-timid witch in particular.