Chapter 1: Fantasies
Different colors were filling Harry's brain. As he was looking around, more & more different flowers of varying colors & types seemed to appear. In the moonlight, he slowly began to realize that he was in a garden. 'A beautiful one at that,' he thought absentmindedly. 'I wish she were here.' This was followed by a reprimand: 'No, that's absolutely insane! She's with someone else.' But the other side of him sniggered, 'In a sense.'
A rustling of leaves brought him back to the romantic, serene world. Through the pale, silver light, he saw a beautiful, Asian girl.
'Cho,' he whispered excitedly
As if she heard him, Cho turned around as he gasped with awe. She was not beautiful. She was more. Wrapping her tender body was a cloth that seemed to be made out of the moonlight itself. As she slipped it off, she smiled at him, caressing her breasts, stroking her own body. He felt his body burn as he rushed to her, to touch her, to feel her, to be with her…
Harry woke up to a hard, pumping bulge in his pajamas. Placing his hand inside, he felt something warm and sticky.
'Not again,' he thought.
A hoot from his right let him know that someone or something else knew his dirty secret.
'Yes, yes, Hedwig. Don't tell anyone else,' said Harry as he forced himself up. Staggering around, he managed to find a tissue. Wiping his shrinking cock, the moonlight did not seem as pretty as before.
Suddenly, it all came back to him- Cho, the moonlight, Cho, the flowers, Cho, her beautiful, alluring body.
And somehow, he could not wait to get back to Hogwarts.
