Disclaimer: I own absolutely none of the characters in this fic. And I
know that Cho and Percy are WAY WAY WAY more than a year apart. So there.
~Fic starts here~
Percy pulled away from Cho for a minute. She looked up from her position on his chest, confused. Had she done something wrong? He had SEEMED like he was enjoying it. Hell, that hand on her ass TOLD her he was enjoying it. "Did I do something wrong?" she asked, worriedly.
"Hell no! I, um, I just wanted to know a couple of things, you know, about you, before, I, err, you know, accidentally lose control and ravish you"
Cho raised an eyebrow on that. "Are you so sure that you're going to lose control?"
"Hell yeah."
"Well, for one thing, I want to become a singer."
"WHAT?"
"Never heard me sing?"
"No."
"Well you can, after you finish ravishing me."
Percy grinned. Let the ravishing begin. (an: ravishing NOT in the pervert, bodice-ripping, undies tearing, crap romance novel sort of way. PLEASE. I mean COME ON. Fanfiction.net would totally trash this fic before you could say 'sex'. So yeah. No abstinence breaking. And sorry this an is so long)
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Cho looked up from the bathtub, content. Well. She had gotten a totally fulfilling experience, and she still had her underwear on. DAMN. Percy Weasley was a first-class snogger. Like he had a masters in snogging or something. She wondered where he had LEARNED to kiss like that. Surely, you couldn't just be that good NATURALLY. She turned around in the tub, snuggling on his chest. He growled good-naturedly. She sighed. He was so comfy. In a manly, muscled sort of way. "So . wanna hear me sing sometime?"
"Yeah."
"When?"
"Now."
"OK." She snuggled closer to his chest and started to sing, softly.
"Sing up, Cho. Can't hear what you're singing. Or it may be that I'm so distracted by the vibrations caused by your larynx on my chest."
She blushed and started to sing louder. Her rich, golden voice filled the prefect's bathroom and bounced off the tiled walls. The acoustics were perfect. (an: for all you people who sing in the b-room, you know what I'm talking about. If you don't vocalize yourself in the necessary room, try it. Seriously. The acoustics in the bathroom are prolly the best in your whole house. And I will stop now.).
"Cuz I'm tired, and I'm scared, but I've got to survive, cuz baby, I've gotta tell ya, I'm still alive."
Percy grinned. Her voice sounded gorgeous. Hell, she looked gorgeous. All laying down on his chest in only her bra and panty. She had everything for success: looks, voice, talent, everything. "That sounded good . I've never heard it before . who did it?"
"Umm . me."
Percy gaped. She had made that up? That gorgeous little ditty? Whoa. "Is there more?"
"Sure." She paused for a second and began again. "You used me, abused me, and what did you get? Sorry hun, but I'm not dead yet . cuz I'm tired, and I'm scared, but I've got to survive, cuz baby I've got to tell you, I'm still alive."
After all the echoing had stopped, Percy had a funny thought. And he didn't like it. "Umm, Cho?"
"Yes?"
"Did the lyrics come from any personal experience?"
"Yeah."
"Who?"
"Oliver Wood."
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AN: YES, YES I KNOW!!!! This chapter is way short. But I had to fit this in SOMEWHERE. As for the song, yes, that is all mine. Ya hear? Copyright of Leftywrite? OK? I already composed the tune. And have a couple verses. So there. No stealing. OK? Trust me. I'll find out and sue you. Hahaha!! No, seriously. Please. Don't. that would be just plain me and stupid. Stealing someone else's creative smoothie. (get it? Creative juices? Make a creative smoothie? Oh, never mind. Leave me be.). so yeah. And I will update it. And for all ya'll hormone-charged people that love saga and want more of that bodice-ripping, panty-tearing junk, yeah. I MIGHT just put that in. Kinda infuse the whole dry-sarcasm things with the hormone-babbling things. If you want. Just email me your review of the whole thing. Thanx to the anonymous person who did. At least ONE person is telling me what they want. I mean, come ON people. No offense, I totally love you all, but goodness. You remember that little line on the review-maker thingie? A good review tells the author what to improve? Or something like that? It really does. So PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE review this. And sorry for the long-winded notes. ;p
~Fic starts here~
Percy pulled away from Cho for a minute. She looked up from her position on his chest, confused. Had she done something wrong? He had SEEMED like he was enjoying it. Hell, that hand on her ass TOLD her he was enjoying it. "Did I do something wrong?" she asked, worriedly.
"Hell no! I, um, I just wanted to know a couple of things, you know, about you, before, I, err, you know, accidentally lose control and ravish you"
Cho raised an eyebrow on that. "Are you so sure that you're going to lose control?"
"Hell yeah."
"Well, for one thing, I want to become a singer."
"WHAT?"
"Never heard me sing?"
"No."
"Well you can, after you finish ravishing me."
Percy grinned. Let the ravishing begin. (an: ravishing NOT in the pervert, bodice-ripping, undies tearing, crap romance novel sort of way. PLEASE. I mean COME ON. Fanfiction.net would totally trash this fic before you could say 'sex'. So yeah. No abstinence breaking. And sorry this an is so long)
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Cho looked up from the bathtub, content. Well. She had gotten a totally fulfilling experience, and she still had her underwear on. DAMN. Percy Weasley was a first-class snogger. Like he had a masters in snogging or something. She wondered where he had LEARNED to kiss like that. Surely, you couldn't just be that good NATURALLY. She turned around in the tub, snuggling on his chest. He growled good-naturedly. She sighed. He was so comfy. In a manly, muscled sort of way. "So . wanna hear me sing sometime?"
"Yeah."
"When?"
"Now."
"OK." She snuggled closer to his chest and started to sing, softly.
"Sing up, Cho. Can't hear what you're singing. Or it may be that I'm so distracted by the vibrations caused by your larynx on my chest."
She blushed and started to sing louder. Her rich, golden voice filled the prefect's bathroom and bounced off the tiled walls. The acoustics were perfect. (an: for all you people who sing in the b-room, you know what I'm talking about. If you don't vocalize yourself in the necessary room, try it. Seriously. The acoustics in the bathroom are prolly the best in your whole house. And I will stop now.).
"Cuz I'm tired, and I'm scared, but I've got to survive, cuz baby, I've gotta tell ya, I'm still alive."
Percy grinned. Her voice sounded gorgeous. Hell, she looked gorgeous. All laying down on his chest in only her bra and panty. She had everything for success: looks, voice, talent, everything. "That sounded good . I've never heard it before . who did it?"
"Umm . me."
Percy gaped. She had made that up? That gorgeous little ditty? Whoa. "Is there more?"
"Sure." She paused for a second and began again. "You used me, abused me, and what did you get? Sorry hun, but I'm not dead yet . cuz I'm tired, and I'm scared, but I've got to survive, cuz baby I've got to tell you, I'm still alive."
After all the echoing had stopped, Percy had a funny thought. And he didn't like it. "Umm, Cho?"
"Yes?"
"Did the lyrics come from any personal experience?"
"Yeah."
"Who?"
"Oliver Wood."
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AN: YES, YES I KNOW!!!! This chapter is way short. But I had to fit this in SOMEWHERE. As for the song, yes, that is all mine. Ya hear? Copyright of Leftywrite? OK? I already composed the tune. And have a couple verses. So there. No stealing. OK? Trust me. I'll find out and sue you. Hahaha!! No, seriously. Please. Don't. that would be just plain me and stupid. Stealing someone else's creative smoothie. (get it? Creative juices? Make a creative smoothie? Oh, never mind. Leave me be.). so yeah. And I will update it. And for all ya'll hormone-charged people that love saga and want more of that bodice-ripping, panty-tearing junk, yeah. I MIGHT just put that in. Kinda infuse the whole dry-sarcasm things with the hormone-babbling things. If you want. Just email me your review of the whole thing. Thanx to the anonymous person who did. At least ONE person is telling me what they want. I mean, come ON people. No offense, I totally love you all, but goodness. You remember that little line on the review-maker thingie? A good review tells the author what to improve? Or something like that? It really does. So PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE review this. And sorry for the long-winded notes. ;p