The Great Library of Hogwarts was a bastion of knowledge, its walls lined with dusty tomes that whispered secrets of the wizarding world. Sunlight streamed gently through the arched windows, casting a warm golden hue over the rows of books. The air was thick with the scent of parchment and ink, and the library was serene, save for the faint rustle of pages and the occasional scratch of quill on paper. Harry navigated the aisles, his eyes scanning the shelves until he found her—Cho Chang, hunched over a table in a secluded corner, absorbed in her work.
She was engrossed in her studies, her quill gliding across the parchment with effortless grace, and Harry's lips curled into a mischievous smile as he approached. Cho was so lost in her work, she didn't notice him at all. Her eyes remained fixed on the text before her, unwavering in their focus.
Without a word, Harry slipped behind her chair, leaning in close. He let his breath brush against her neck before planting a soft kiss just below her ear. Cho's quill paused for a moment, but she didn't flinch or stiffen. Instead, she tilted her head slightly, as if making space for him, while her eyes stayed locked on the words in front of her.
"Hey, Harry," she greeted him, her voice light and pleasant, as though he'd simply appeared beside her and said hello.
"Hey, Cho," Harry replied, his voice low as he continued to trail kisses along the curve of her neck. His hands rested on the back of her chair, fingers lightly brushing against her hair as he took in her subtle scent of jasmine.
"What're you working on?" he murmured between kisses, his lips grazing her skin.
"Charms essay," Cho said, her voice calm and conversational. "Professor Flitwick assigned this ridiculously long one on nonverbal spellcasting. It's due tomorrow, but I'm almost done."
"Sounds dreadful," Harry chuckled softly, moving his lips down towards her collarbone, his touch gentle, almost teasing. Still, Cho didn't seem fazed in the slightest. Her quill resumed its steady movement, and she continued writing as if nothing was out of the ordinary.
"It's not so bad once you get into the theory of it," Cho replied, her tone still bright and cheery. She tilted her head again, giving him even more access without breaking the flow of her quill's movements. "You'd probably find it interesting, too, since you're already good at nonverbal spells."
Harry smirked against her skin, half in amusement, half in curiosity at her nonchalance. The lack of reaction was almost eerie, as though she didn't register what he was doing as anything out of the ordinary. He nibbled lightly at the spot where her neck met her shoulder, waiting for some kind of response—a shiver, a sigh—but there was nothing. Cho remained engrossed in her essay, her quill scratching away on the parchment.
"Do you think Flitwick will give us another practical exam soon?" she asked as if they were having the most ordinary of conversations.
"Probably," Harry replied, deciding to play along. He drew back slightly, watching her work. "You'll ace it, I'm sure."
"I hope so." Cho gave a small smile, still focused on her essay. "I've been practicing nonverbal spells for weeks now. It's tricky, but once you get the hang of it, it's actually pretty fun."
Harry leaned in again, pressing one last lingering kiss to her neck. Cho gave no indication that she found anything strange about his actions, her demeanor calm and undisturbed. She shifted slightly in her seat, not to pull away, but simply to get more comfortable, all while continuing her work as if Harry's presence was just another natural part of her environment. He let his fingers trail slowly down her back before slipping under the hem of her shirt. He felt the smoothness of her skin, his hands traveling upward until he reached the firmness of her lower back. Still, there was no reaction. Cho remained unmoved, her posture steady, her focus unbroken. Her quill continued to dance across the parchment as if nothing else mattered.
"You're always so focused, aren't you?" he whispered, half-expecting her to break from her trance-like state, to acknowledge his presence with something more than the polite chatter she always offered.
But Cho simply hummed in mild agreement, her tone light and pleasant, as if reciting a line she'd rehearsed a hundred times. "It's important to stay on top of things, Harry. There's always so much to do."
Her words felt hollow, devoid of real emotion. Harry's hands slid higher, revealing more of her abdomen as his palms traced the defined muscles of her midriff. He massaged her skin in slow, deliberate circles, waiting for any sign that she was aware of his touch. But Cho's body remained relaxed, her breathing steady, her mind wholly consumed by her work.
Determined to push further, Harry trailed his fingers up towards the bottom of her small perky breasts, enjoying the soft supple give of her flesh, digging his fingers in slightly harder than he normally would have given any other circumstance, but Cho didn't flinch. Instead, she shifted slightly in her seat—not to evade his touch but merely to get more comfortable. Her quill stopped momentarily, and she tilted her head, her tone unwaveringly calm. "You know, Harry, it's nice to have company while studying. It makes the time go by faster."
The unidentifiable tone in her voice sent a chill down his spine. It was empty yet full, fearful yet excited, reminding him a bit of Daphne's reaction as he had pushed her onto the table of the Great Hall before having his way with her. The contrast between his intimate, increasingly bold touch and her mechanical, confused, and nervous responses was unsettling.
Harry's hands roved freely now, exploring every contour of her abs, and her surprisingly braless slender chest pressing into her muscles with increasing intent. He sought something—anything—that would break through her mask, but Cho's serene composure remained unshaken. Her quill continued its steady march across the parchment, the faint scratching sound a haunting reminder of her detachment.
"You have an amazing body, Cho. I bet you know how to use it too," Harry said. Cho's face flushed with immediate embarrassment, and she quickly turned away, her hair falling over her shoulders like a shield. Her response was not what Harry had anticipated. The school portrayed Cho as Ravenclaw's queen—athletic, intelligent, and experienced, with numerous boyfriends in the Muggle world.
"Of… Of course I do!" Cho replied, her voice attempting confidence but faltering. The uncertainty in her tone exposed the discomfort beneath her exterior. Harry realized that Cho was struggling to maintain a role she wasn't entirely comfortable with. It became obvious. Her fidgeting, the way her eyes shifted away whenever the conversation became too intense, and the cracks in her façade all indicated that she was presenting a version of herself that didn't quite fit. Cho was trying hard to appear confident and worldly, but her insecurity was glaringly clear. Harry found her struggle both intriguing and pitiable. She usually carried herself with an air of composure, but seeing her vulnerable and unsure was a stark contrast. It was as though she were performing a part she couldn't fully commit to. The more she tried to appear in control, the more evident her struggle became.
Leaning in slightly, Harry's voice took on a probing tone. "Really? Then maybe you can show me sometime." His words were laced with casual curiosity, but he was keen to observe her reaction. Cho's response was predictable: a nervous gulp, wide eyes for a moment, and then a forced smile.
"Maybe… maybe I will," she said, her voice now quieter and lacking conviction. She seemed to shrink inwardly, struggling to maintain her composure. Her swift glance away revealed her anxiety about being exposed for her true self—someone overwhelmed by the attention and unsure how to handle it.
Harry noted the subtle signs of her distress—how her fingers fidgeted with her robes, her inability to sustain eye contact without blinking away. He realized that the confident, experienced façade she projected was merely a fragile mask concealing her real, insecure self.
He wondered what drove her to put on this act. Was it societal pressure? A defense mechanism against her own self-doubt? To others, she might appear to have everything figured out, but Harry could now see the fragility of that image.
And more importantly, he was wondering why she had just begun to act like this. It gave credence to his theory that he was somehow accessing the romance quests of these girls without having to match the requirements needed. Daphne was secretly a slut but had to hide it because of the expectations her father had put on her. Cho had some sort of insecurities that made her lie about her relationship experience. It made him wonder what else he would discover about his classmates. Taking another look at the girl in front of him he decided to give her a break from her embarrassment.
"Or I could show you something instead," he suggested, with a hint of intrigue. "I'm sure you'll enjoy it. That way you don't have to worry about anything. Let me take care of everything."
She nodded slowly, as he lifted her arms, removing her shirt completely, before stepping away and walking to the side of the table, crawling under it. He couldn't help but grin at the anticipation in his mind. For as long as he could remember, Cho was the girl he wanted to fuck the most out of anyone else in the school. She was beautiful, she was athletic, she was kind, she was smart, she was funny. She had no idea what was coming next, and that made it all the more thrilling for him. Peaked his head out from underneath, glancing up at her perky breasts with a smile. "Now remember, we're in a library so you have to be quiet."
Without another breath, he retreated back under and reached her slender tanned legs, and felt his way up her calves, his mouth replacing his fingers as he reached the hem of her skirt. Her breath hitched in her throat as his tongue brushed against her inner leg, leaving a trail of sensation that made her core tighten.
He quickly reached out and removed her skirt, revealing her naked legs beneath, her toned yet soft thighs peeking through the top of the thigh high stockings that were mandatory for the Hogwarts girl uniforms. His fingers danced along the sensitive skin as he kissed his way upwards, sending shivers down her spine. She moaned softly, feeling herself becoming wetter by the second, as Harry felt a jolt of desire course through his veins. He couldn't wait to taste her. Without hesitation, he slid his head forward, his mouth seeking out the heat between her thighs.
He gently pushed her panties aside, revealing her naked pussy for the first time. As he gazed upon her. He could see the gentle curve of her vulva, with the sensitive inner lips peeking out from beneath. The skin on her labia was darker than the rest of her tanned skin, matching the color of her nipples in its rich hue. Her pubic hair was neatly trimmed and very short, providing an unobstructed view of her delicate folds. His fingers gently parted her lips, revealing her small swollen clitoris at the top.
Harry's tongue darted out, tracing the outline of her entrance, and she felt a shiver run down her spine as he explored every inch of her pussy. The moment his lips touched her skin, she moaned softly, and he knew he had her right where he wanted her.
As Harry continued to delve, he marveled at the intricate details of her anatomy, taking note of each sensation and reaction from Cho. Her moans grew louder as he licked and kissed her, his tongue dancing around her clit in a tantalizing rhythm. As he continued their encounter, Harry found himself becoming more and more addicted to the sensation of Cho's pussy as he buried his face in her warmth, tasting the sweet tangy nectar of her desire.
As he licked and kissed her, he felt her legs tremble beneath him, a clear sign that she was enjoying every moment of this intimate encounter. Her moans grew louder, and he reveled in the knowledge that he was responsible for her pleasure.
As Harry's lips wrapped around her clit, his fingers began to explore the depths of Cho's cunt. The feeling of his middle finger rubbing against the top of her inner walls caused her to squirm beneath him as he enjoyed the hotness of her.
Cho's thighs tightened around Harry's head, pulling him closer. "Oh, Harry... just like that..." she gasped, her voice trembling. As his touch sent waves of pleasure through her, she arched her back, her body responding instinctively. "I-I can't hold on..." she whimpered, her breath coming in ragged bursts. The intensity between them built until Cho's body convulsed beneath him. "Harry!" she screamed, her voice echoing through the room as she teetered on the edge of ecstasy, lost in the moment.
He didn't stop his assault on her lower lips, and Harry could feel Cho's body tightening around his fingers, her hips bucked wildly beneath him, urging him to continue, as he sunk his tongue deeper into her wet folds. Gingerly, he added a second finger into her, and pumped in and out of her, trying to find the one spot in particular he had always heard about. It became obvious quite quickly that he was successful, as Cho's body began to tremble uncontrollably, her moans growing hoarse as she surrendered to the pleasure coursing through her veins.
She arched her back, her voice soft but urgent. "Don't stop, Harry," she pleaded, encouraging him to continue. He didn't disappoint, burying his face between her legs as his lips and tongue worked in perfect harmony, driving her wild. "Yes, just like that," she moaned louder, her hands gripping the tablecloth as she surrendered to the pleasure flooding her senses. "I need you... more," she whimpered, completely lost in the moment. Harry, more than happy to oblige, sank his tongue deeper into her wet folds, savoring every second of her desire.
With each stroke of his mouth and curl of his fingers, Harry could feel her arousal growing. "Oh, Harry... I'm so close," Cho gasped, her voice trembling as his tongue circled her clitoris, pushing her closer to the edge. Her breath hitched, and with a final deep thrust of his fingers, she shattered, crying out in ecstasy as waves of pleasure overwhelmed her. "Yes! Oh!" she moaned, her body trembling uncontrollably. She collapsed onto the table, gasping for air. Harry, still between her legs, drank in her juices, savoring the taste-slightly bitter with a metallic tinge, but with just enough sweetness that he knew he could easily become addicted to her.
Harry crawled out from beneath the table, brushing a stray cobweb from his hair as he rose to his feet. Cho seemed in a daze, but was startled at his sudden appearance. Her wide eyes tracked him as he dusted himself off and straightened his robes. With a quick, playful grin, Harry stepped beside her, his presence bringing a faint blush to her cheeks. It was interesting to compare her programming to Daphne's, she seemed a lot more active than the Slytherin, which for a minute he considered the possibility it was because of a higher friendship level, but quickly determined it didn't matter too much at the end of the day.
"All done," she said shakely, smiling at him dazed, as she reached forward and set down the quill she had still been grasping in her hands, nearly snapped in half at how strong she had been gripping it.
"Good job," Harry said, leaning forward over the table with a grin, as he noticed she had been writing her essay the entire time, although her handwriting had become noticeably more shaky as the writing went on. "What are you doing for the rest of the afternoon?" he asked, leaning against the table beside her.
Cho looked up from her work, her eyes locking onto his. Harry's heart skipped a beat as she smiled at him, still looking thoroughly pleasured and significantly frazzled.
"I don't know... I guess I'll just go for a walk or something," she replied, trying to sound casual as she tucked her notebook into her bag.
Harry's eyes sparkled with amusement. He knew exactly what he wanted from her today, and he was going to make sure he got it. "Why don't you spend some more time with me instead?
"Harry," Cho said, her voice steady and alluring, "I'm more than happy to spend some time with you."
Harry's eyes lit up with excitement at Cho's response. He was accustomed to such odd mood swings from the characters around him at this point, and had mastered what exactly to say to turn the conversations to his liking. "That's what I wanted to hear," he replied, his tone dripping with satisfaction.
Harry pushed Cho forward against the table, his hands gripping her hips as he guided her into position. She bent over, her bum lifting high in the air as she looked up at him through her lashes. "Oh! You want to... I mean yeah! That sounds... I mean... Of course I knew you wanted to... You know… it's just we are in a library and all…" Her eyes shifted as her face flushed in a dark blush, to which he smiled at her act of bravado.
"It's okay, Cho. You don't have to worry about a thing, I'm sure you'll be perfect." Her black panties clung to the side of her mound, exactly how he had left them, emphasizing the curves of her ass and thighs. Harry's eyes locked onto them, his mind racing with desire as he imagined peeling them down and burying his cock within her warm pussy.
He reached out, gently tracing a finger along the edge of the. Cho shivered at his touch, her breath catching in her throat as she anticipated what was to come.
With a quick flick of his wrist, Harry pulled her panties down, exposing her bare ass to his gaze. Harry's eyes danced over her skin, tracing the contours of her ass and pussy as he prepared her by stroking her length with one hand as he unbuttoned his own pants with the other. Cho wriggled in response, her body arching backward as she without a quiet moan
Harry positioned himself behind Cho, his cock throbbing with anticipation. "Are you ready?" he whispered in her ear, his breath hot against her neck.
"Yes," she gasped, her voice barely above a whisper, trembling with excitement.
He guided himself to her entrance, the slickness of her arousal mixing with the remnants of his teasing touches. Slowly, he pushed inside, her body tightening around him as a moan escaped her lips.
"I… You… You feel so big!" She gasped for air, her body still sensitive at the rather large sudden intrusion. "Harry... oh... yes," she breathed, struggling to steady herself, her voice breaking as her body trembled with each inch he filled her with.
His hips began to move, thrusting steadily into her warmth. "You feel so good," he groaned, gripping her hips as he set a rhythm.
Cho's ass lifted to meet each of his thrusts, her cries growing louder. "Don't stop," she pleaded, her voice filled with need. Her panties lay forgotten on the floor as their movements became more desperate, every thrust sending waves of pleasure through them both.
Harry's hands roamed freely over Cho's body, never lingering in one place for too long. His touch was electric, and every time his fingers grazed her skin, she trembled beneath him. "God, Cho," he groaned, cupping her breasts, his thumbs flicking over her nipples, eliciting a sharp gasp from her.
"Harry... please," she whimpered, her grip tightening on the edge of the table as her legs shook.
He responded with a deep thrust, making her cry out softly. "You like that?" he whispered against her neck, his breath warm and teasing.
"Yes," she breathed, biting her lip to stifle another moan.
The rhythmic slap of their bodies was barely masked by the quiet rustle of pages and the soft murmur of students just beyond the shelves. It was risky, dangerously so, but that only made Harry's pulse race faster.
"You're being so good for me," he murmured into her ear, his voice low and teasing. He thrust into her again, harder this time, making her shudder as she struggled to maintain her composure.
The sound of their bodies colliding was like a forbidden melody, mixing with the quiet of the library. Every thrust, every soft whimper from Cho, added to the symphony of their illicit encounter, and Harry reveled in it.
Cho's body trembled violently, her breath hitching as she neared the edge. Harry could feel her tightening around him, her pussy pulsing with each thrust, desperate for release. "You're so close, aren't you?" he whispered, his voice thick with lust, never slowing his pace.
"Mhm... I can't... I'm gonna-" Cho gasped, her voice breaking as the pleasure overwhelmed her. Her hands gripped the table harder, knuckles white as her body tensed.
Harry kept his rhythm steady, pushing her further, his cock relentlessly hitting all the right spots. "Come for me, Cho," he murmured into her ear, the command sending her spiraling.
With a cry, she came undone, her body convulsing around him as her orgasm ripped through her. Her pussy clenched down hard, almost painfully, milking every inch of him as waves of pleasure crashed over her. She gasped, shuddering as she rode out the high, her entire body trembling in his arms.
As the pleasure subsided, Cho's body continued to tremble with aftershocks. Harry's breathing was ragged as he gazed down at her, his eyes burning with desire, as he slowed his tempo to control his own release, slowly building inside.
"Fuck," he groaned, his cock still pulsing within her. "You feel so good. You have no idea how long I've wanted this. Fuck you feel so tight, it's so damn good to finally claim this pussy. Don't you even dare think I'm finished with you just yet." He reached his hand down and gave her clit a tiny squeeze as he buckled his hips upward, sending her on to the tips of her toes, before he continued to roll his hips into her.
As they rutted like rabbits, their lewd gyrations inevitably drew the prying eyes of curious onlookers. Harry, his dick buried deep inside Cho's wet pussy, didn't give a flying fuck; he was too far gone in the throes of ecstasy to notice anything else. A perverted hunger consumed him - he craved to fuck her senseless, to brand her as his own property, and assert his dominance over her submissive little body. With a primal roar, he yanked Cho off the table, spinning her around to face him as her thighs clamped around his waist. His cock never left her dripping cunt as he carried her towards a hidden alcove near the entrance to one of the sprawling library aisles. He brutally impaled her on his throbbing shaft as he stalked her like prey, enjoying her muffled screams before he ripped his dick free from her quivering hole and stood her up, crushing his lips against hers in a filthy, tongue-thrusting kiss that left them both gasping for air and covered in spittle as he ravaged her delicate face with his lust-fueled gaze.
"I want you on the floor," he snarled, his eyes blazing with raw lust. "Now," he barked, his voice dripping with demand.
Cho's heart pounded in her chest as she seemed to understand what Harry craved. He could easily guess she had never been taken like this before, and he felt a twisted sense of pride in her reaction. Something about the brutal way Harry demanded it sent a wave of thrilling excitement coursing through her veins. She was desperate to please him, to submit to his dominant desires.
Harry lowered Cho to the floor, her knees bending as he helped her position herself on all fours, grateful for the plush rug underneath that cushioned her knees. She may not be real, but he still cared for her, after all. He stepped closer behind her, his cock still throbbing with need, and Cho whimpered softly at feeling the head of Harry's cock pressed against her dripping pussy. She braced herself for the impact, and Harry was not dissuaded in the slightest. And then, without warning, he rammed into her, burying his cock deep within her quivering heat. Cho screamed out in surprise, her body jolting as he took her with a vicious ferocity she hadn't anticipated. It was immediately obvious this was going to be a much rougher, deeper, more primal fuck than before. She gasped as he pulled back before surging inside her again, stretching her to her limits.
Harry took a moment to savor the feeling of her tightness gripping him, the heat and the wetness, before he began to set a punishing pace. He watched the muscles in her back tense and relax with every brutal thrust, her soft muffled cries echoing off the walls. His own breath hitched in his throat as he picked up the pace, his eyes locked on the sight of her body moving in time with his.
Her body was a sinful monument to passionate tension as Harry's hips slammed into her from behind, her round, firm ass a perfect cushion for his thrusting thighs. He fucked her with increasing speed and intensity, his balls slapping against her wet folds with each ruthless stroke. Her breathy gasps grew louder with each thrust, filling the vast library with the sound of their depraved coupling.
But even as the shock threatened to overwhelm her, Cho felt herself becoming increasingly aroused. The raw brutality of their tryst excited him, and Harry could feel her responding to his every vicious thrust, her pussy clenching around his cock as he ravaged her from behind. He marveled at the sight before him. Her body, normally so sleek and elegant, was now contorted in a submissive pose, her ass presented to him in the air with each brutal thrust as she moaned and cried out in ecstasy.
From his position mounting her, he leaned over her arched back, and grabbed a fistful of her silky black hair, giving it a gentle tug so he could plant a kiss onto the top of her head. "You're so beautiful, Cho," he growled, his voice low and husky with desire. "I've wanted this for so long."
Cho bit her lip, trying to stifle a whimper as Harry began to move in earnest. She was so wet for him, her body practically quivering with need. "Harry," she breathed, her voice trembling. "It feels so... good."
"I know," he said, his teeth gritted as he fought to keep his own pleasure at bay. "You're so tight, Cho. I can't get enough of you. God this tight little pussy is driving me crazy." He slipped his cock out, giving it a gentle rub over her dripping lips, before dipping it back in and repeating, enjoying the shiver she gave as his tip brushed against her darkened folds. With one hand still gripping her hip, Harry trailed his other hand down her back, the tips of his fingers brushing lightly over the curve of her spine. He felt her shiver at the touch and knew she was ready for more. His fingertip reached the base of her spine and hovered over the puckered entrance to her ass, the barest touch sending a jolt of pleasure through her body.
Cho's breath hitched as Harry's thumb began to circle her anus, the sensation foreign but incredibly arousing. She let out a small surprised gasp. "What... what are you doing?" Her voice trembled slightly, a mix of shock and excitement.
He leaned in close, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, "I want to try something out, that's all. Don't worry, just relax and let me take care of you."
Applying more pressure, she felt her body begin to yield to his touch. Harry took it as a sign to push gently, and she gasped as his thumb slid in, stretching her open slightly. "Oh my god," she breathed, her eyes wide with a mix of surprise and pleasure.
As if sensing her hesitation, Harry leaned in close once more, his breath hot against her ear. "Don't worry, Cho," he hissed. "I'm not going to fuck your ass today, there's someone else I want to try that with first."
Keeping his thumb planted in place, his cock slid back down, in and out of her dripping heat, the friction building between them like a raging fire. Cho's pussy gripped him tightly as he dipped deep into her, The grip from her sex milking his shaft for every drop of pleasure, as he pounded into her relentlessly. The sight of her dark labia seemingly sliding in and out with him, hugging the girth of his shaft sent shivers down his spine as he increased his speed.
Their breathing grew ragged, punctuated by the sound of slapping skin and moans of ecstasy. The library around them faded away, replaced by the intense connection between Harry and Cho. Her heart pounded against her ribcage as Harry Potter's strong hands gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. The sensation of Harry's cock, thick and hot, pumping into her from behind sent shockwaves of pleasure through her, and she moaned his name, a sound that was as much a plea for more as it was an expression of the ecstasy that was building within her.
Cho's eyes squeezed shut as Harry's strokes grew deeper and more deliberate. The rug beneath her felt like it was moving with every thrust, and the books around them seemed to whisper ancient secrets of passion in time with their rhythm. Her breath grew ragged, and she could feel her body building towards something she hadn't experienced with him before.
"I'm... I'm... going to..." she stuttered, her voice trailing off as the intensity grew. With a sudden jolt, it hit her. Cho's next orgasm with Harry crashed over her like a wave, making her body convulse and her nails dig into the rug. She let out a cry that was muffled by the fabric of the rug. Harry's grip on her hips tightened, his pace never faltering as he pushed her through the peak of pleasure. She could feel him swelling inside her, his breath hot on her neck as he whispered words of encouragement. The sensation was overwhelming, and she couldn't help but push back against him, meeting his every thrust with an eager arch of her back.
Suddenly, Cho's body tensed again, her muscles locking up as she reached another orgasm. Her pussy convulsed around Harry's cock, dragging out his own climax as he thrust into her one final time. "Fuck!" he groaned, his cock twitching within her as he spilled his seed deep inside her warmth.
As they collapsed onto the floor, their bodies still entwined, Harry couldn't help but feel a sense of triumph. He had taken Cho in the most primal way possible, and she had reveled in it just as much as he had.
But even as they caught their breaths, Harry knew that this wasn't over yet. There was more to come, more pleasure to be extracted from her in the future. At this point he had nothing but time, and plans to enjoy as many of his classmates as he could were quickly forming.
He gently withdrew from Cho's spent body, helping her to her feet before pulling her close for a kiss. Their lips met, tongues intertwining in a passionate embrace as he cupped her face in his hand, enjoying the moment for one last time before he left her standing there, his seed leaking out from her legs, and his pants still on the ground next to her.