Cho's Chic

Chapter 10

After a leisurely Sunday lunch for the extended Chang family at Sun Chang's home, Cho was about to leave the table, when her grandfather stopped her. "Please wait, Cho," he said quietly, "There is something I want to say to you." Obediently, Cho waited until they were the only two left in the room. Sun Chang then walked over to the door and closed it, and returned to his seat. He turned to Cho, and looked at her seriously. Cho waited expectantly.

Sun Chang spoke slowly, choosing his words carefully. "Cho, you know I have important business with Lucius Malfoy at the moment? Well, he has expressed an interest in playing snooker. He wants you to teach him how to play. He thinks that he turned the conversation around to this possibility with great skill, firstly admiring your talent as a seamstress, and later saying that he heard you were also good at the game. But in reality it was blatantly done. Now, Cho, I find this a very strange request. Or should I say, I would have found it strange except that I noticed you know him very well, even though you would have me believe that he is nothing more than a satisfied customer. You know him well enough to call him 'Lucius'. I saw this and more, although you think I am an old man who sees nothing. Cho, tell me truthfully, are you having a relationship with this man?"

Eyes downcast, Cho whispered, "Yes, Grandad."

"And is he kind to you? Or does his physical attraction outweigh everything else? For I can see that he is a very handsome man, and no doubt equally skilled in the art of lovemaking. There is no future in this, Cho. You know this, don't you, my child? He has a wife from a good family. He will not leave her. You will be but a passing fancy, to be cast aside at a whim."

"I know, Grandad," she said quietly.

"And yet, knowing this, you give yourself freely to him?"

"I do." She said this firmly, even though her chest ached so much that breathing was difficult.

"In that case, my child, even though I wish it were otherwise, I see that it would be futile to forbid this relationship. Continue to see him. Teach him the game if you will. But Cho, if ever he hurts you in any way, save by ceasing contact with you, for this is inevitable, he will answer to me. The Chang family will not permit any of our women to be misused. Remember who you are."

When Hermione mentioned to Harry that Cho Chang was seeing Bill Weasley, he almost exploded: "What?"

"Yes, he's taken her to a Quidditch match a couple of times. He's been to her grandfather's house a few times too. The family is very close, Cho spends a lot of time there. They all go there for lunch most Sundays. He gets on well with her family."

Harry glared at Hermione, incredulous at her wittering on as if everything were fine. "This is the same Cho who was shagging Lucius Malfoy? And you think it's fine for her to see Bill? What would Bill say if he knew? And was that a one-off with Malfoy, or is she still seeing him as well as Bill?"

Hermione had been wondering almost the same thing, especially following her encounter with Lucius Malfoy and the exchange with Cho, where Cho had seemed besotted with him. She guessed that the photo incident had not been the only time the two of them had been together, but she did not know the present situation. She wished Harry had not asked the question. "I don't know," was all she said. Harry remained furious, stomping round the room, muttering under his breath.

Hermione eventually said to Harry, "Well, Harry, are you planning on telling Bill, or are you happy just to shout at me?" Harry glared at her. "It's a reasonable question," she said, "Personally, I don't think that telling Bill is a very honourable course of action. It's just the sort of thing Draco would do, and you're better than him."

Harry remained furious, but had to admit that the idea of telling Bill was just too sordid. It would make him no better than Draco, sending him the photos in the first place. Grudgingly, he told Hermione this, for which she looked very relieved. However, Harry would not let the topic go, and continued to rail against Cho, wondering aloud what he could do. Eventually, it came to him: he would go and see Cho herself. Under the cover of giving her the photos in the same way as Hermione had done, he would confront her. If she had any sense of decency at all, she would stop seeing Bill.

Cho was in her grandfather Chang's games room practising snooker. The room was in a large cellar, with the strong floor necessary to support a full-sized slate bedded snooker table. It was dark, except for a cast iron wheel with a rim of flaming torches suspended on long chains above the table, and a small lamp above the score board on the wall. The room had been designed by a serious enthusiast, with a selection of cues and rests along the wall, and a small wooden glass-fronted trophy cabinet full of silver and gold cups.

Cho was dressed as for a match, with slim-fitting black trousers, a white shirt with a red bow tie, and a beautifully flamboyant waistcoat with a plain black front, and the back embroidered with a fierce red Chinese dragon. Her hair was secured at the back of her head with a large dragon-ornamented pin, so that she could concentrate freely on striking the cue ball into just the right place.

Lucius Malfoy, similarly dressed in shirt, trousers and a much plainer waistcoat, his hair tied neatly at the nape of his neck, entered the room on silent feet, and stood inside the door leaning against the frame, unnoticed in the shadows. He watched Cho line up a tricky shot and execute it. As she leaned over the green baize of the table, her legs apart for balance, and her small, neat behind protruding invitingly in her figure-hugging trousers, Lucius felt a stirring in his groin.

When she had successfully potted the blue ball into a corner pocket, he crept up behind her, and slipped his arms around her waist, lacing his fingers over the slight roundness of her belly. Cho gave a small start, but she recognised the familiar touch, and leaned back, tipping back her head in order to be kissed.

Lucius spoke into her ear, "I had three thoughts when I saw you just now. One, that you certainly know how to play this game; two, I admire your taste in clothes for the occasion - so much so that I too would like a waistcoat as beautiful as yours - I'm sure you can make me one?"

Cho leaned her cue against the table, and turned round in his arms. "I can make the waistcoat, yes. I don't do the embroidery myself, but I know where to get the best work." She put her arms around his neck, and leaned back to look at him. "What was your third thought?"

Lucius leered at her. "I was watching you as you played. Leaning over the table like that - it was very inviting indeed." His hands slid down her back to hold her behind, pulling her close. Eyes twinkling at the thought, he whispered in her ear, "Tell me, have you ever done it on a snooker table?"

Cho giggled, and said, "Oh Lucius, you are awful! But it would be impossible, It would ruin the nap! We might even rip the cloth, not to mention the possibility of stains! This table is Grandad's pride and joy. He'd be bound to spot it if we sullied his precious baize."

They kissed each other long and deeply. Cho eventually pulled away from him, and said, "I thought you came here to learn how to play?"

"Ah, yes, I'd forgotten. You're so delightfully distracting. Come then, if you insist."

There followed a session where Cho taught Lucius the basic rules of snooker, and also how to pot the ball in various situations. Wizard Snooker was different from the Muggle game in that, as long as a single red ball remained on the table, the pockets automatically returned the potted coloured balls to their own spots on the table. The cues automatically chalked themselves and the cue ball cleaned itself between each shot. If a rest was needed, it could be summoned simply by saying its name. The score board was automatic, with the brass slider moving to record the points for each player. The board also acted as umpire. A pair of bulging brown eyes watched the progress of the game, occasionally making pronouncements such as "Free ball".

Lucius proved an able pupil. Cho was surprised that he was prepared to be advised, she had expected him to resent being shown what to do. It was a very intimate lesson, as she correctly placed his body and hands each time, only partially of necessity pressing different parts of herself against him in turn as she did this. After an hour of this teasing, by mutual agreement they decided to stop, flushed both with exertion and repressed desire. Lucius closed the door, and noticing that a large key sat in the lock, turned it. He and Cho drank deeply of each other, exploring the other's body with greedy hands. It seemed as if neither of them could get enough of the other. Lucius scanned the room over Cho's dark head, looking for a suitable place to lay his lover. The space was stark and masculine, with no soft furnishings, the only flat surfaces the stone floor and the snooker table. He also saw the eyes of the umpire watching them. "Is the umpire trustworthy?" he asked Cho, who had forgotten that they were being observed. Cho replied, "We can modify its memory afterwards. But I'd rather we covered it up too. It can see but it can't hear."

The vision of Cho bent over the table returned to stimulate Lucius' imagination. "Just a moment," he said to her, crossing to where he had left his wand. He then used a summoning charm, and opened the door, waiting expectantly, until his cloak, which he had left upstairs in the entrance hall, arrived with a dramatic swish and placed itself over his arm. Putting the cloak on one side, Lucius relocked the door, and turned his attention back to Cho.

Carefully, he undressed her, admiring both with his eyes and his tongue the feminine curves emerging from the formal male clothing, and putting on one side those items soft to the touch. He helped Cho to undress himself, and similarly sorted his own clothes. She looked at him enquiringly, admiring his body in the flickering torchlight: the firm muscles of his chest and shoulders, his flat stomach, his slim hips and the erection waiting eagerly for her attention emerging from its dark gold nest.

Lucius gathered up the softer clothes and his cloak, and took them to the table, laying first the cloak and then the other items as soft padding overlapping the edge. He covered the umpire's eyes with Cho's waistcoat. He then led Cho to the table, and showed her what he had imagined, turning her to face the green baize, and bending her forwards so that her forearms rested on the clothes, and her buttocks faced him. Bending over her from behind, his hands crept over her breasts, and his erection slid between her legs to tease her warm, moist cleft. "Is it okay for you like this?" he purred in her ear, as he kissed her shoulders. She replied breathily that she was fine, and spread her legs wider, standing on her toes and raising herself to allow him to reach her more easily. Entry was less straightforward, but they were both equally eager to achieve this end, and the sensations as he slid inside her from a new angle made her groan with pleasure, as she pressed her round breasts into his hands, willing him to stroke her nipples. As they moved backwards and forwards together, she felt stimulated in an entirely new way. One hand worked its way down maddeningly slowly, and flicked against the small nub of sensitive flesh she had been longing for him to touch. He spread her wetness across her clitoris as he teased it with a knowing finger, their thrusts increasing in frequency and urgency. As she felt him expel his essence inside her, his finger brought her to her own climax with a cry of ecstasy. Lucius held her close with his other arm, his finger remaining in place to absorb her orgasm, and press her to new heights each time she thought she was spent. Finally, too sensitive to stand his touch, she removed his hand and placed it on her breast, standing upright once more and leaning back into him, her climax continuing in ever decreasing tremors.

After they were dressed again, with a few tell-tale creases in some of their clothes, Cho anxiously checked over the snooker table for evidence of misuse. Lucius' arrangement of their clothes had however protected the baize, and the green material showed no sign of stress. Lucius laughed softly, saying quietly to Cho, "Well, now you can say you've done it on a snooker table. I wonder what your grandfather would say?"

Cho laughed, and blushed at the thought, and the words Sun Chang had spoken came back to her. How would it all end? For end it must, she knew that.

But for now, she was going to continue this reckless affair with Lucius Malfoy, the most dangerous man she knew, and also the most intoxicating.

Note:

For anyone unfamiliar with the game of Snooker, which was invented by the British army in India, it is related to billiards and pool, and is played on a large table almost 6 ft x 12 ft ( 1.8 m x 3.6 m ). There are 15 red balls, and 6 others known as the "colours". Hitting a ball into a pocket is called "potting" the ball. However, as you will have seen, they don't play much really…