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Jolly good Cho
Harry was lying in bed, still feeling triumphant about the pleading apology he had received from Cho about the second Cedric incident. He was glad that she had seen the error of her ways and was pleased that she was, again, his and only his.
The monster in his chest stirred impatiently.
"Patience, my pet, we shall see her soon, and then she will be mine." Harry replied.
Harry got up early, intending to post a letter to Bill about his upcoming stag night, which Harry was organizing.
He walked to the owlery, whistling happily, and approached Hedwig. Then he heard a small cough behind him.
It was Cho Chang.
"Hi hunky," she said, "Is that a wand in your pocket or are you just pleased to see me?"
"Both, baby," Harry replied. Then he realized that Hedwig had not yet returned from her last mission.
"Oh, no owls," he said sadly, "I can't post my letter."
"Why don't you post it in my slot?" Cho whispered, with a saucy wink.
Harry raised an eyebrow, then turned to see Hedwig return.
He fingered the device that he would have used to tie the letter onto Hedwig's outstretched leg, then thought of a killer chat up line that just couldn't be ignored.
"This leather thong would look much better on you," he said suggestively, spinning the thin strip around on his finger.
Cho walked seductively towards Harry, her tiny hips swinging and her chest thrust high.
"Too late," she said, sliding up her skirt to reveal her left thigh, "I'm already wearing one."
Harry pounced.
He pinned her against the wall so there was no escape from his body – not that she was complaining. He started peppering her heaving bosom with kisses and she grabbed his bum with a fiery,
"Come to me Harry!"
Their lips found each others and soon their cries were blending in with those of the owls hunting. Harry gently nibbled at her bottom lip, and, using hoover like sucking action he drew her tongue further into his mouth.
He ran his hand through the hair that would never lie flat and came up for air.
"Phew, that was a good workout," he sighed.
"Ooh, don't stop, me and Cedric did it all night long up here." moaned Cho.
Harry let go of her abruptly and she fell to the floor with a crash.
"CED, I'M SICK OF CED!" he screamed, before flouncing out, tears pouring down his cheeks, leaving a very confused Cho to her very confused thoughts.
Harry rushed angrily down the corridor, his erection throbbing painfully. He turned to go down the stairs to breakfast when Colin Creevey rushed up to him. Harry groaned. He just wasn't in the mood for socializing.
"Hi Harry!" squawked Colin.
"What do you want?" barked Harry, a little viciously.
"I think that we need to talk abut what happened." Colin replied simply.
"Well I don't," retorted Harry, "So good day to you Colin." He sprinted down the stairs, so missed the loom of rejection that flew across Colin's face.
The Great Hall was unusually empty. Harry sat down at the Gryffindor table, where the only other person was Neville. He pulled a platter of sausages towards him and smothered them in mustard.
He was so busy eating them that he didn't notice Cho sneaking up behind him.
"Obliviate!" she whispered. "That should take care of any bad memories."
Harry didn't even move, the only thing that happened was that his angry, sad, expression changed to that of dreaminess and content.
"Hey Harry." said Cho. "You're sausage looks nice!"
"Yeah………want to taste?"
Cho grinned (she'd always been a memory charm expert) and leaned in to kiss him on the lips.
Harry, in the heat of the moment, swept all the dishes off of the table with a clatter then threw Cho on top of it. He climbed on himself, and ripped his clothes off till he was left with just his underwear. Cho followed suit.
A very startled Neville gawped at the couple, then noticed that a huge bowl of popcorn had appeared next to him. He began to eat, and then sat back to enjoy the show.
Harry straddled Cho, then grabbed a goblet of juice. He poured it all over her sweaty body, then slowly licked it off.
"Mmmmmm……..pumpkin juice,"
Cho sat up, took one of Harry's feet in her hand and began to sensually suck his big toe.
Neville cheered and clapped, thoroughly enjoying himself.
Then the doors to the Great Hall banged open to reveal McGonagall and Dumbledore.
"Dang……they stole our spot," Dumbledore whispered in McGonagall's ear.
She blushed pink, but then marched over to Harry and Cho.
"Mr Potter? Miss Chang? Explain yourselves." She said angrily.
"Sorry," they replied, "We just got carried away."
"Cedric would NEVER have done anything like this," shouted McGonagall, her nostrils flaring.
"CED, I'M SICK OF CED!" yelled Harry, and charged out.
Cho sighed with relief. At least she hadn't done the damage this time.
Neville, who had now moved on to cola bottles, watched Dumbledore and McGonagall with a smile playing about his lips.
Who'd have thought that oldies could move do fast?
Dragon sword master, this had better be enough! But there is more, so don't worry if it's not. And how come we are absent from your favourite stories list? Pheonix lover, we would like to know what you want more of, so we can please our most dedicated fans! Please review again guys! Also, for those who didn't realize, Just FF died because this is based on the book Enduring Love. HENCE THE NAME. Also, please say why Cho sounds Australian. Thank you.
