Title: Little April Shower
Pairing: Cho Chang/Roger Davies (friendship), Cho/Cedric Diggory, Cho/Harry Potter (briefly), Blaise Zabini/Cho (eventually)
Year(s): Canon, with non-canon compliant content as usual; I love AUs xD
Rating: M, for obvious reasons. Language, graphic content, sex, etc. Usual warnings: Not suitable for the innocent-minded and children aged 18 and under.
I'm not very good at writing M-rated and rather graphic fics, by the by...
Blaise Zabini was a quiet, reserved boy. He never spoke unless it was socially required of him. His mother had taught him well.
Mrs. Zabini was a very thin proud woman. Beautiful in a powerfully striking way. Her hair was dark and wavy, making her seem very young - almost too young - to be a mother. Widowed for the seventh time, she hadn't found a suitable husband before Blaise began his sixth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Not that she had to - find another husband, that is. She had profited quite handsomely from the wills of her seven late husbands and had purchased a huge estate, a small private island, and a country house in Wales. Mrs. Zabini also owned a small flat in London - if 'small' can be loosely interpreted as six bedrooms. Of course, to Mrs. Zabini, a flat is very small, poor living, considering the mansion she established on her new estate. Mrs. Zabini took up residence in the large, imposing stone building as soon as it was fit to be inhabited, which meant after the socially required period of mourning, yards and yards of black skirt and the occasional crying spell. Had anyone not known Mrs. Zabini, which the lady would have thought virtually impossible, (she had been featured in the Daily Prophet, Good Witch, and any number of papers and rags reporting on the latest fashionable gossip), they would have thought the stone edifice oozed old money.
Blaise never quite understood his mother's incessant need for a man. He knew his mother's power and beauty. He saw how men worshipped her. He noticed how she laughed and smiled when she was the center of attention. If he wasn't her son, Blaise was sure his mother would want him to adore her. As it was, she spoiled him so he would love her. However, Blaise couldn't remember a time her eyes sparkled with true happiness since his father's passing.
Mr. Zabini had been a tall, dark man. He had short hair cropped close to his head. His face was handsome and his manners easygoing. He was a good dancer and had long, artistic fingers. He had a mechanical mind, but he wasn't very good with people. One night, he was repairing the local night club's bar. There had been a fight and most of the furniture and electrical lights were broken. Wires and cords dangled from the ceiling where chunks of tile were missing. Plaster and white dust covered the dark sticky floor. It just so happened that a biker gang was passing by. One thing led to another and Mr. Zabini was found dead the next morning when the bar owner arrived.
Blaise sometimes believed his mother had never gotten over his father's death. He didn't know much about Mr. Zabini, but Blaise felt a coldness settle inside his heart when he thought of his six stepfathers. He resented and hated them all. They were stupid, pompous bits of fluff who thought the world was theirs. They were rich, wealthy brats, some of them old, some of them young, but none of them knew that the 'Black Widow', as Mrs. Zabini was called, could outwit them all. Of course, Blaise had been very young, barely five years old, when Mr. Zabini had died.
Cho was the first of the Chang family to attend Hogwarts. Her father, who had always wished for a boy, had gone to schools on the continent and in China. Her mother's side was Muggleborn. Sorted into Ravenclaw, Cho's family was quietly proud of her achievement. Cho didn't talk much about her parents in school. Every time someone asked about her father, Cho's face hardened into an unreadable expression and the subject was quickly changed. That first year seemed so simple. New school. New friends. New things to learn. New home.
Second year was even easier. Old school. Old friends. Old home. New things to learn. Marietta was her best friend. They were inseparable, until the end. Or so they used to say, as silly schoolgirls will, with matching shoes and hair ties and fingers crossed over their hearts.
Third year, everything changed. Cho's popularity spiked when she became Seeker on the Ravenclaw Quidditch team. Cho had never considered herself pretty or popular. She had many pretty and beautiful friends. She knew talented people. But she didn't see herself as one of them. They were her friends and she was just Cho. Nothing more. Or so she thought.
She smiled on the Quidditch pitch as the first game of the season started, Hufflepuff versus Ravenclaw. Nervous, she clutched her broom and turned her head around randomly at the blurry figures standing across from her. She vaguely remembered a head of brown hair before she was mounting her broom and kicking off to Madam Hooch's whistle. She dodged blue and yellow robes until she was far away from the rest of the players. Looking down, she could see Roger, Jerry, Duncan and Jason dancing across the field as they chased the Quaffle and dodged Bludgers. Cho focused her attention on finding the color gold - a hint or sign of the Snitch.
Instead, Cho's eyes found a glint of greenish grey - a pair of eyes. She felt a shiver run down her spine when she saw him staring back at her. He had a pleasant smile, a handsome roguish face, and a well-built stocky body. She took several moments to look him over as she had never seen him before. His smile softened slightly as he swerved to avoid a Bludger. Abruptly, he sent a curt gentlemanly nod in her general direction and flew off towards the other side of the pitch. Coming to herself, Cho shook her head and pointed her broom down. Right, she was here to fly. Here to get the snitch. She was definitely not here for boys. There's plenty of time for that later, she thought to herself.
Luckily, Cho, being smaller and lighter than Cedric, had been able to catch the Snitch. It was an exhilarating three-hour match. But even with Cho's victory, Hufflepuff had scored more than enough points to take the game. Apparently, Duncan had been knocked out by a Bludger and Jerry had tried to be both Keeper and Chaser when Connor unwisely left the goal posts unguarded in a fit of temper. Cedric gave Cho a wink before the teams dismounted and left the pitch. Despite the defeat and the small cheers for Hufflepuff, Cho was happy about the game.
Oblivious as usual, Cho didn't realize that Cedric, along with several other boys, had been interested in her for awhile. Cedric was two years older and had seen her Sorting. He remembered her face - being one of the few Asian girls at Hogwarts probably helped. Roger Davies, her Quidditch teammate, also took an interest in her and vouched for her spot on the team, although she never found out. Plenty of other boys wanted to get to know her. Always surrounded by friends, Cho wasn't open about her personal life, making her seem unapproachable and off-limits to boys.
The year passed so quickly despite all the horrible events. Pretty soon, it was the third week of April, 1993. 19 April was Cho's fourteenth birthday. 23 April - Cho was in the library and Roger found her there. It was an awkward conversation, but ultimately Cho agreed to go on a 'friend-date' with Roger.
1 September, 1993 - fourth year. Cho and Roger had been so-called 'dating', if it was even that, for almost five months. Over the summer break, Cho had written to Roger but had only met him once in London. Her family sent her away for all of July to visit relatives in Germany and Italy. Cho knew it was because of Roger. Her father, resenting her being born female, was very strict and in consequence didn't approve of her having a 'boyfriend'.
18 December, 1993 - Roger and Cho, an admired couple, mutually parted. Cho's friends supported her. The Hogwarts gossip mill said nasty things about them both. She hadn't liked Roger as more than a friend and had only kissed him once. It was a gross memory. Roger was one of those people who believed that a kiss meant sex. She was not ready for sex with anyone, let alone a person she didn't even like in that way. To put it lightly, Roger was annoyed with her and Cho worried that he wouldn't forgive her. But her fears were unfounded and she remained friends with Roger.
1994 was a happy year for Cho. To start with, Harry Potter had smiled at her during a Quidditch game. He was a year younger than her, but she was flattered. The boldest Hogwarts gossips were rumored to say Potter fancied Chang. A fanciful Quidditch romance. It helped they both were Seekers.
1 September, 1994 - fifth year. By sheer coincidence, Cho ran into Cedric in the train corridor. After a short conversation, they moved to their separate cars. 10 October - no Quidditch, but plenty of gossip. By the first week of December, Cho said yes to Cedric. Within a week, Cho found herself in the Owlery sending a package to her parents. Turning around, she almost ran into Harry in the doorway. Mumbling a brief, "Sorry," she waited for him to move. When he didn't, she sighed and asked him politely to move or enter. Harry, taking this as an invitation, asked her to go to the Yule Ball. But just at that moment, the owls decided to shriek, making it impossible for her to hear him.
"Sorry, I didn't catch that."
Harry blushed. "I was wondering - would you come to the Yule Ball with me?" He spoke very quickly. It took Cho a moment to understand what the poor boy had said. Worry and fear overtook her expression.
Biting her lower lip, she said for the third time, "I'm sorry, Harry. I can't go with you."
"What's wrong with me?" Harry asked, exasperated. The only pretty girl he liked and she didn't want him.
"Um, it's just that, you see," Cho was a bit flustered. "I would love to, but Cedric asked me first." She tilted her head to the side, watery eyes silently pleading his understanding. Harry just nodded and finally moved out of the entryway so Cho could slip by.
The Yule Ball. It was beautiful. Everyone wore their best outfits. Girls wore dresses of every shape and color. Boys wore dress robes and long cloaks. Professors were formally attired in more colorful colors, although Prof. McGonagall wore the same shade of emerald green out of habit. Of course Prof. Dumbledore had the gaudiest colors - almost tie-dye in nature. Cedric was a natural at dancing. Cho had so much fun, she didn't even realize how the time flew by.
Outside in the garden, Cedric found a shaded tree with a bench. They sat happily in silence. She turned to face him and he suddenly kissed her. It was the perfect moment and the perfect kiss. It was like a match made in Heaven, as her Muggle relatives would say. Cho blushed faintly, staring into his pale grey eyes. Eyes that changed color, unlike hers. His light brown hair greatly contrasted against her brown-black locks. His pale skin was three shades lighter than hers. His wide eyes were two sizes bigger. He was at least half a meter taller, too. Everything about Cedric seemed so perfect. She sighed and he kissed her again.
Cedric, unlike Roger, didn't ask anything of her. Cedric, unlike Roger, was content to just sit in silence and enjoy the moment. Cedric, unlike any other boy Cho had met, was perfect for cuddling. Feeling the chill air, Cho shivered a little. Cedric slid an arm around her small frame and hugged her body protectively. She relished in his warmth and leaned on his shoulder. Her arms naturally wrapped around his body and she smiled like a contented cat. Eyes shining, Cedric memorized the moment to always keep the memory as a reminder of a good night.
1995 was too harsh a year for Cho. She lost everything. It was so unfair. Cedric. He was so - so innocent. So happy. The perfect gentleman in every way. And she had once been the happy girl who had everything. Until Life came along and stole all happiness away.
February, 1995. Winter recess was over. School resumed. Life went on. Cho had told her parents about Cedric. Her father didn't approve, but her mother was supportive. Family as usual. Cedric, in Cho's father's opinion, had been too charming. But Cho brushed off her father as she normally did. He liked Cedric, that's all she wanted.
Cedric told Cho about the advantages of being Prefect and Head Boy. They were going to meet in the Prefect's Bathroom, but it was too difficult to schedule a time when they were both free and the room was unused. Instead, they used the Quidditch locker room. No one was playing and it was about the same size. Kissing and touching skin on skin led to much more. Cedric, at just over two meters, momentarily paused as he took in Cho's appearance. She was just shy of being half a meter shorter than him. Her unblemished skin looked so pretty in the fading sunlight. She was small and, he felt, very fragile-looking - as if he would break her just by touching her. She was nervous and he tried to put her at ease.
He removed her clothes and let her remove his. He kissed her slowly, gently, to let her know he would listen to her needs. Contrary to popular belief, Cedric didn't have much experience with girls. He knew what he needed to know about girls and sex, but he didn't know firsthand. Cho wasn't interested in learning from someone like Roger, but Cedric - Cedric was different. Everything about him meant warmth and kindness. At this point, she would do just about anything for him.
Standing naked in front of him, Cho felt embarrassed. She didn't like her body, her lack of curves. She felt uncomfortable taking off his heavy clothes and removing his pants was really awkward. Why did boys have to be so difficult? she wondered silently. When he stood naked in front of her, she felt even more ashamed. Is this really what people found so interesting? She could have done without this particular experience. It helped that Cedric had reinforced the room with spells so no one would bother them, hear them or see them. Cedric was so talented! But she still felt uncomfortable.
Until the kiss. It was the most pleasant kiss she had ever received in her life. It was all butterflies and foxgloves - soft, gentle, slow kisses that spoke of respect and understanding, but a dangerous trap - it drew her in and ensnared her. They were both in this together, both in the same boat of unknowledge. Both wanting to know and find out what this sex deal was all about. And so she gave in to temptation. She allowed him to kiss her deeply. To hold her possessively in his large arms. To crush her body with his against the locker room wall. She let him touch every inch of her body. Let him explore her sensitive skin. He let her do the same to him. Allowed her to hold him, kiss him, touch him in that special loving way. She had that smile, the wonderful smile that only he saw, and he loved her even more for it.
She did many things she had never done before. He did many things he had never even dreamed of. And both found their pleasure in each other. She wasn't demanding, but she had kinks he was willing to work out. She figured out his quirks, his sexual desires, and tried to live up to some of them. He conjured a bed so her first time would be as comfortable as possible. She screamed at first as the pain was overwhelming. But as he moved against her, the pain started to subside. The second time was even easier and after half an hour she didn't feel any discomfort at all. She let him watch her as she straddled him and rode him until he climaxed. He turned on the shower and used the water to help ease himself into her entrance. Once inside, he lifted her up and held her against him as he shagged her senseless. She took him in her mouth and gave him the blowjob of a lifetime. She let him cum all over her face. Even though her friends called it a demeaning act, she enjoyed it as much as he did. She wouldn't have done this normally, but Cedric was always kind and would never let her feel ashamed of anything because he would only do things she enjoyed. He would never hurt her.
He devoured her and she satisfied him. It was the perfect night.
Hardly four hours had gone by when they left the Quidditch locker room, both sated in their own ways. Stumbling a little, acting as though drunk on fire whiskey, they lay down together under a large oak on the grounds, too tired to walk any further. Cho gazed upwards at the stars and sighed at how pretty they looked. It was a clear night and the heavens seemed to gaze kindly down upon the couple. Cedric stared only at Cho and hugged her even closer to his side. He was so lucky, he thought. She was beautiful and amazing - the perfect girl for an imperfect guy. Cho finally looked up at him and was lost in his green-grey eyes. Beautiful orbs of the finest colors. Cedric made the word 'handsome' seem an inadequate adjective. He was so perfect and she felt such a mess. But in the darkness, under the glittering stars and the green canopy of leaves, they were content with each other, relishing their sex-driven euphoria.
All this happiness was gone in an instant. The bubble burst - pop! No closure. No ending. No reason. Just because. Because the Dark Lord. Because Harry Potter. Because stupid. Because Dumbledore. Because no one suspected Moody wasn't really Moody even though he didn't always act like Moody. Because Moody is apparently very moody. And touchy. And easy to impersonate even by someone who didn't know him.
Cho had no one to blame. And no one comforted the broken girl. Hurt beyond repair, she found solace in the lone wolf. The shadow. Her shadow. He alone seemed to understand her situation and how much of a bitch Life could be.
Note: So, this is my first attempt after having been gone for a long time. Yeah.
I never really liked how the whole Cho/Harry thing happened because everyone seems to blame Cho. But really, Harry was quite a prick to her - he expected her to love him and forget about Cedric. A little jealous, Harry? Like, who can do that only six months after their previous boyfriend's death? Anyway.
I think I decided to commit to this pairing (Blaise/Cho) when I read some fics and decided I didn't like the way they were portrayed. I don't think Cho wants revenge - she ends up reconciling with everyone. And I don't think Blaise cares. It's the attitude of if I don't have an interest than I don't care because I really don't care about it. Oh well.
And no, my M-rated fics aren't gonna get any better because writing these things takes me too long *squicky* ewwww. I hate anatomy. I really do...