FIC - Three Square Meals part 2
Saturday 1:15pm - Fire Dragon Restaurant
“Right this way, Mr. Potter. Your companion has already arrived,” explained the short Asian man, bowing as he walked and spoke to the war hero. “Might I thank you again for dining with us this afternoon?” he gushed as he slid open the paper door. Harry hated the never-ending attention and gratitude from all of Britain after so many years, but he plastered on a fake smile as he endured it now like a proper hero should.
“Oh, I’ll be thanking him enough for the both of us, Kiyoshi. Thank you,” said a gentle voice filled with playful mischievousness. Harry’s faux smiled turned genuine at the sound of his ‘companion’s’ voice.
The Auror’s attention turned to the private dining room. The walls were all the color of parchment and looked as though they were made of the same material. Wooden planks seemed to form the room’s skeleton. The warm body of the room consisted of a long table and spelled to hover four inches off the ground, already housing a tea service and pillows made of deep, angry to sensual reds with embroidered dragons wiggling and blinking on top of them. But the most stunning piece in the room was the person sitting on their knees atop one of the large pillows and their back toward the door. The slim figure was dressed in a long silky garb decorated in rich blues and pinks, and topped off with a lowered head of raven hair pinned in a neat tight bun by chopsticks.
Though he hadn’t even seen her face yet, Harry’s stomach flipped. It always did whenever he first laid eyes on Cho Chang, even from behind.
“Lea will be in shortly with your orders. Enjoy your lunch, sir, madam,” the host wished them before bowing out of the room as the door magically slid close.
As the door silenced the private room, Harry narrowed his eyes in confusion. “Our orders will be in shortly?” he echoed to the air because Cho hadn’t turned around yet to look at him.
Head still bowed toward the tiny table, she nodded tentatively. “Yes,” she replied quickly, “um, it’s…Japanese tradition that the woman orders for the man.”
Harry took a moment to scan his very limited knowledge of Japanese traditions. Though limited, he wasn’t sure he had heard of anything like that. But for the sake of argument, he’d let it go. Cho was brilliant at arguing, he knew well, being a voracious up-and-coming solicitor for both the magical and Muggle communities.
Besides, he hadn’t received a proper greeting yet.
“Whatever you say, my love,” he offered, kicking off his shoes and kneeling next to her on his own red pillow. “…long as I get my kiss, it could be a Japanese tradition to hex all green-eyed blokes with terrible rectum itch!” he joked before kissing her cheek.
He watched her face do all it could not to smile and her body do all it could under the mounds of material not to shake with laughter. The Asian beauty finally turned her head toward the smirking hero and placed a gentle kiss on his lips. “Well, that would just ruin dinner tonight, wouldn’t it?” she quipped flashing him her pretty smile before containing it and looking back toward the table.
“Yes, it would,” he said, smiling even harder as he sat on his bottom and crossed his legs on the pillow. Harry loved how easily he could joke with Cho about such things. Had it been over breakfast that morning, he would be suffering from third degree burns after wearing the delicious porridge on his naked body instead of eating it.
“So,” he began, ready to tell her how beautiful she looked in her colorful Kimono. But he was interrupted.
“Tea?” Cho offered sweetly, already reaching for the service.
Before Harry could reply, he was watching a graceful dance unfold in front of him. Each movement she made, from placing his tea cup on the table and sprinkling the grounds inside to pouring the water from the decorative pot and stirring the mixture in slow, calculated strokes, was elegant and intricate. Soon she was holding the cup to her lips, blowing the gentle steam away before handing it to him with a tiny smile and slight bow of her head.
He couldn’t explain why, but it was the first time his cock ever twitched from watching someone serving him tea. Perhaps that was why he could feel sweat teasing his hairline; perhaps that’s why he took the cup though he felt far too warm to drink a hot beverage.
“Thank you,” Harry nearly whispered as he bowed back. He had never bowed to Cho, nor her to him. He had only watched her do it to older Asian people she encountered at the Ministry. Cho Chang wasn’t one to bow to just anyone. Nor serve them. But as her lovely, almond-shaped eyes watched him expectantly, he didn’t dare ask why she was doing it now. “Mmm, very good,” he offered. Cho only smiled before turning to make her own tea in just as elegant and arousing a manner as she had for Harry.
The hero looked away as he cleared his throat and mentally begged his penis to behave. For the time being, that was. Luckily, the waitress came in with their orders just as his libido told him to go to hell.
Harry hadn’t a clue what he was eating. He had never had traditional Japanese food before. And the chopsticks in his hands meant to keep it that way. Cho sat stoically beside him as she ate her food. If Harry hadn’t been fighting with his meal in the awfully warm room, he would have asked her what spell she had put on herself to make her so quiet, so unlike herself.
When the frustrated hero finally fisted both sticks together in one hand and raised them ready to stab the still undetermined meat substance in his bowl to either make it obey or end its miserable existence, a delicate hand wrapped around his wrist.
“May I?” came the sweet voice of his lunch companion. Harry nodded as Cho removed the bowl and evil wooden utensils from his incapable hand. With gracious ease, she scooped a portion of meat and rice into one clump on his sticks-of-death-charmed-only-to-work-for-her-apparently. “I do believe I have taught you several times how to use chopsticks, Harry?” Cho commented gently as she held the food-laden sticks in front of him.
Harry allowed her to put the food on his tongue. As he chewed it, he realized that the food was also charmed to taste better when fed to him by this beautiful woman. “You have, Cho. But those bloody things hate me. I believe they’ve been charmed to work against me. I shall take them to the Ministry with me on Monday and have them properly checked for indigenous curses.”
The Ravenclaw did all she could to hold back her laughter. “Eat, you,” she said with much-controlled effort, holding out another portion of food.
Harry swallowed another bite of food, smiling at the lovely in front of him doing all she could not to flash that smile he loved so much. “So, feeding me; this is new,” he said with his mouth full of freshly placed food.
She had fed him before, actually, but shooting whipped cream into someone’s mouth from a bottle while naked in the backroom of a pastry shop just wasn’t the same as a meal.
Cho blushed slightly as she lowered both her gaze and his bowl of food. “It’s…uh, a Japanese tradition.”
Harry smiled underneath his narrowed eyes. “Is it?” he asked, knowing very well that she was even more unsure then he was if that were true.
More food was swiftly shoved into his mouth. “Yes!” Cho said quickly and fed the rest of his food to him in silence.
As they sipped their drinks, Harry was beginning to get worried about the silent Cho. That was fine with him because he had gotten highly turned on while she fed him his meal. Her silence kept him chewing instead of trying to find a way to sneak into those yards of fabric she had on.
Who was he kidding, he was still trying to figure out a way in.
“I haven’t had a chance to tell you how beautiful you look today, Cho,” Harry complimented.
Cho blushed like they were still back at Hogwarts, something the twenty-three-year-old rarely did these days. “Thank you, Harry. This Kimono is quite lovely. Japanese tradition, you know?”
Harry nodded at the colorful fabric and then shook his head at her response. “It is lovely, but you are beautiful. Then again, you’re beautiful in denims and a t-shirt,” he added. Cho bit her lip and blushed further as she looked down into her cup submissively. He wasn’t use to this Cho, but Harry had to admit either the room temperature was put on Hell or it was extremely hot to see her act this way.
“Finished?” Cho suddenly asked, reaching for Harry’s half-full glass.
“Er, yes,” Harry replied only because she was already taking the glass from his hand and setting it on the low table.
Cho gracefully turned toward him on her knees. Harry wasn’t sure if they were going to leave now to continue their ‘lunch date’ in the fashion they traditionally did. Traditions were certainly what Cho had in mind during their lunch, and she seemed far from receding from them.
“Shall we go?” asked Harry, eyeing her nervously. “We could head to - ”
“It is Japanese tradition for the woman to bow after a meal, Harry,” Cho interrupted delicately.
Harry raised an eyebrow and opened his mouth to speak - certain that that was not a Japanese tradition at all - but suddenly Cho bowed.
A beautiful head of hair locked in place by two chopsticks was all Harry saw hovering just above his lap. Though he wore jeans, he could feel the heat from Cho’s breath blowing gently over his hidden erection. Perhaps it was still just the high heat of the private dining room he felt penetrating his clothes, but nonetheless warmth was filling his groin.
“Tr-tradition, Cho?” he asked, not sure why he was stuttering. When her nose slid lightly up his bulge and pulled away, his breath stuttered as well.
“Yes, Harry,” she responded quietly to his zipper. Something underneath the zipper twitched in response. “It is…also a Japanese tradition for the man to…feed the woman after a meal,” she explained, her voice low but tainted with arousal.
Harry was completely confused for moment; his head reeled from real or faux Japanese traditions to feeding a person after they’ve eaten. When her nose teased his hidden cock once more - this time a little harder as if she was aware of his confusion - the hero understood. But there in the middle of the restaurant made the hero nervous. Harry and Cho had gotten into many naughty things in many interesting locations, but a hot box made of paper was not ideal.
A set of lovely, almond-shaped eyes peered up at him. “Feed me, Harry,” she pleaded quietly.
To hell with where they were!
The Auror reached under the lowered head of the solicitor. With just two fingers he undid his pants because Cho did not seem ready to raise her head to give him room. Under her watchful eye, Harry pulled his erect member out, doing all he could not to hit the beauty in her face with it. However, his dick stood in his hand under the same watchful eyes and nothing more. Cho didn’t budge. He gave himself a gentle stroke near her face as if to give her the incentive to do what he expected her too. Yet she didn’t move even a little in her bowed position.
The Ravenclaw always seemed to know when her Gryffindor was confused. Her eyes lifted to his once more. “Feed me, Harry,” she repeated, this time her voice a quiet but undisputable demand.
The hero did as he was told, not having the restraint to hold back any longer.
Sliding his hand under the perfect bun and covering the nape of her neck, Harry lifted her head. Cho’s eyes lowered as her mouth fell open in anticipation. He knew his Ravenclaw just as well as she knew him, and Harry did exactly as she requested. Aiming his hard cock toward her open mouth, he was far from gentle as he pushed her head down. Harry hit the back of Cho’s mouth and felt her taking a breath to ease him slightly in her throat. He could feel her opening and quivering around his swollen head and pushed hers down just a little more. Cho gagged and Harry smiled mischievously at the bun and chopsticks below. The young man loved to make the Asian beauty gag on his dick, and she loved it too. The feeding could now commence.
Clasping the side of her head, Harry lifted it once more and pushed it down, falling into a breath-taking rhythm. The witch’s mouth took to sucking the hard shaft as her treacherous tongue danced around it. The hero raised his head and cursed to the ceiling but quickly went back to watching himself fuck Cho’s gorgeous face. Relentless in his efforts - just as she liked it - his hips began to lift in turn to his lowering of her head. The Ravenclaw sucked his purpling cock like she hadn’t been fed properly in a week. Saliva coated Harry’s dick and slid down his sac though she seemed to be doing her best to suck the skin right off. The sweat rolling down his face incorporated with the sounds of his meat being slurped and feasted on was driving him mad. His groin screamed with the need for more of that glorious mouth, making the hero feel like he needed not only to get his cock in her mouth but his balls too if he could.
“Good, Cho… so fucking good!” Harry groaned in the heat of the paper-made room. A thought occurred briefly in his mind. He wondered if he had put a silencing charm on the room so the patrons next door couldn’t hear him getting spectacular head. And spectacular it was, so much so Harry had to speak again. “Love, so close! I think I may…I may…” he stammered, not possessing the power to stop ramming her head down on his pulsing cock.
Luckily, his Ravenclaw possessed the power. He wasn’t sure how she managed it -considering that he had such a strong grasp of her head - but Cho had released his dick from her mouth and was on her feet in one swift movement. Harry swallowed the heat of the room, the grunt of disappointment from their connection breaking and the swear word from his halted pending release. He opened his eyes to the rich blues and pinks of her Kimono, covering the body he wanted badly. Cho stood there motionless with her hands folded in front of her as if she hadn’t been giving him head to within an inch of his life. He watched in shock of why she had stopped and why she hadn’t proceeded to strip and fuck him.
“Cho…?” he called quietly, narrowing his eyes at her.
Cho lowered her head and tightened her hold of her own hands. “It is Japanese tradition…”
Harry growled. He was done with all the faux Japanese traditions. “Fuck tradition, Cho! Your mother’s Korean, your father is Chinese and you were born in Scotland, love! Now you take that bloody thing off, or so help me I’ll fuck you right through it!”
Cho took a noticeable breath but didn’t change her facial expression. “As you wish, Harry,” she replied quietly.
The hero growled once more as Cho’s hands began to slowly perform another elegant dance in removing the beautiful garment. He hadn’t the patience for it; besides that, if he watched her do something like the tea-making performance once more, he’d cum right on his jeans. Harry yanked Cho’s hands away from her Kimono. He had no idea how to get into it without ripping or spelling it away, but that didn’t stop him. The pulling of a flap here, the yanking of a string there, the Asian beauty’s body jerked back and forth without complaint or change of submissive facial expression as Harry stripped her. Soon she was completely naked in front of him, not having even worn underwear.
Harry gawked at her perfect body, naked and covered in a patina of sweat. “Japanese tradition -- no knickers?” he asked with a smirk. Cho only offered him a blush in response. This time, however, he could see all the places the blush stained. Except one place. “Turn ‘round, gorgeous,” he commanded lightly. She did as she was told, and soon Harry had a view of miles of soft skin with a pretty bottom. “Now bend over and hold your ankles,” he whispered, placing his hands gently on her lower cheeks. “It’s my turn to feed.”
Cho followed his instructions, exposing her pink pussy to its viewer and suddenly gasped as Harry’s tongue swept over her wet hole. His tongue slid back into his mouth to swallow the taste of Cho Chang. She tasted better than anything he had eaten that day. And eat Harry did, tonguing her hole and flicking her clit in rapid succession. Neither of them cared that if Lea or their host walked into the room, they would see the beloved hero’s face buried deep into the twat of the lovely, young woman.
“Sssss, mmmm…ohh,” Cho moaned and hissed in pleasurable distress. Her thighs were quivering, and her nails dug into the skin of her ankles as Harry brutalized her pussy with his tongue. “Harry - oh, God - Harry, I can’t…take it…can’t…much longer…” her whisper screamed, seeming fit to shake herself into a pile of jelly on the floor or simply fall face down on the soft pillows laid out in front of her.
Cho’s distress and steadily weakening knees only fueled Harry’s desire to pleasure her more. He could feel the sweat under his palms as he held her trembling hips. In an effort to keep her upright until he had his fill, Harry snaked his arms between her legs, rested his forearms over her hips then held her cheeks open, exposing herself luridly for him. The hero’s head retracted back and forth as he tongue-fucked the Ravenclaw mercilessly. His pink muscle was coated in the thick juices it continued to pull out of her quivering channel. Without warning, the Auror pulled his tongue away and latched his lips to Cho’s entrance and began to suck, desperate to drink from her just a little bit more before his dick would ravage her tight track. Pleas and swear words fought their way out of the Asian beauty’s mouth, both in English and Chinese. Drool ran down the hero’s chin and dribbled on his shirt. The sounds of his slurping were greedy and loud, and Harry could care less. It was Japanese tradition to slurp one’s meal loudly as a sign of appreciation; that Harry knew to be true.
When he lowered his mouth to show his appreciation just as hungrily to her clit, the Asian beauty’s knees buckled.
Now Cho was on all fours in front of him, panting heavily, desperately trying to gather herself. Her still exposed pussy glistened from his saliva and her lubricants, while beads of sweat slid down her back. Unfortunately for the Asian beauty, the sight of her in such a state set Harry off. He nearly ripped his shirt off before pushing his jeans past his knees.
“Get over here, you!” he demanded in a growl. But he didn’t allow Cho time to do as she was told. Harry raised himself up on his knees, grabbed her around the waist with one hand, held his erection in the other and eased her back as his cock entered her well-eaten pussy.
“MMPH!” Cho groaned into the air as she found herself seated and full on Harry’s lap. As she adjusted to her body being manipulated by the hero, the chopsticks holding her bun in place were pulled out and thrown to the side, allowing her long, raven tresses to fall over her glistening back.
“Mmmm….” Harry dug his nose in her thick hair lovingly and gently, inhaling shampoo and sweet sweat. His next action was anything but gentle, however.
Calloused hands wrapped around Cho’s elbows; thick fingertips dug into the pits of her arms. Cho was no longer playing the submissive role, and she followed Harry’s lead instead of obeying his command. He pulled back on her arms as if they were the reigns on a horse, and the Asian beauty took that as her cue to begin her ride.
Jet black stray hairs stuck to her back while the rest hung in between the Ravenclaw and the Gryffindor as she leaned her head back and rolled her hips on his lap. Harry held tightly to her arms as he watched her lower cheeks tighten and spread with each swivel of her hips. He tried to keep watch of what she was doing on him, but the effect of her actions was causing his eyes to flutter close. Cho rode his cock with sensual circular motions, allowing him to feel his girth twist inside her snug space.
“Yeah, that’s it…” he breathed hungrily behind her. “Take it, love.”
Cho did just that.
“Fuck!” Harry whimpered suddenly as Cho used the leverage his holding her arms gave her and began to buck her hips, pulling at his cock with her tight pussy.
He opened his eyes and watched his purpling meat slide out of her and then disappear into her body in rapid motion. Cho’s backside began to redden on her ride, and Harry wanted nothing more than to be able to spank it as she fucked him. Desire overtaking him, Harry’s hips began to join the fight, pulling her down by her arms as his hips thrust upward into her wanton snatch. The sweat of her body and his palms began to make his hands slip from her arms, but the hero was strong and quick, holding her tighter as their bodies slammed together in the private dining room.
“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me…” Cho began to chant breathlessly, desperately, into the warm air. It was her typical mantra when their sex had gotten to that point of no return. He loved hearing his beauty demand what she wanted and Harry was always happy to oblige.
Releasing her left arm, Harry’s left arm swept across the tiny, hovering table, knocking everything to and fro. Grabbing Cho’s hips, he pulled the bouncing beauty off his dick and tossed her on her back across the table. He was back inside her in seconds, biting and licking her lips as his large hand found the edge of the table above her head.
“I said ‘fuck me!’” Cho growled with her lip caught between his teeth.
“Yes, love,” Harry obeyed and began ramming himself ruthlessly into her core.
The charm holding up the table swayed against the power of the hero’s hips drilling into a gorgeous, young woman. They worked with and against each other. Cho lay in the middle of the power struggle: legs spread and high up Harry’s back, hair splayed across and over the table, screaming her pleasure into the air of the paper room and becoming the most delectable meal Harry was sure the restaurant had ever served on that table.
The sounds of the slick and squishy connection of their bodies magnified by the rapid thrusts of the Gryffindor were only second to the moans, pants, groans and demands of the two lovers.
“H-harder, Harry…har - ”
“Shit, Cho, fuck!”
“Like that, Harry - sssss - oh God…”
“Bloody - tight - bloody - brilliant!”
“Mmph! Mmph! Mmph!”
“Play with that pretty little clit, love!”
“Yes, Harry… Ooooh, yes!”
“Gonna…gonna…”
“Oooo, cum in me, Harry!”
Harry always did what Cho told him too. He came so hard he was sure he had dented the edge of that magically charmed table. Spunk spewing forcefully into her pummeled, slick walls, he felt his lunch and lunch companion spasm around his pulsing cock. The Gryffindor purposely buried his face in Cho’s neck as she screamed her release, his ear numbing from the satisfied cry. If he lost his hearing for life from the Ravenclaw’s orgasm, it would be well worth it.
The little-table-that-could was now a blessing for the hero, holding him and Cho up for a moment while they tried to catch up with their breathing. The beauty finally grunted softly in Harry’s ear, and he knew the cue well, moving his weight off her body and bringing her with him as he settled back on the pillows. The solicitor pulled her pretty Kimono up over their naked, slick bodies and draped her arm around his waist possessively. The Auror kissed the top of her sweet, sweat-laden tresses.
“That was amazing, Cho,” Harry smiled to the ceiling of their private room.
“Mmmm,” was her response, nuzzling even more on his shoulder.
He chuckled. “Shall I suspect that Lea had been instructed not to enter this room for any reason until notified in some sort of way?”
“Your suspicions are viable and correct, Mr. Potter,” Cho replied in her best attorney tone. “No doubt she knows what we were up too anyway.”
“Having a nice quiet lunch like a proper lady and gentleman, of course!” Harry countered haughtily, just barely repressing his snicker. It escaped him anyway. “Blimey, love, that’s a trick you haven’t managed yet.”
Cho turned her head and bit his shoulder. “Watch it, Potter, or I’ll have you summoned as an expert witness for every trial I’m assigned too. Besides, we’ve played the gentleman and the lady bit before, haven’t we?” she said with a smirk. Harry remembered that lunch at the Worchester Horse Stables. Role playing, riding crops and red bottoms - God, but he loved his weekends. No ‘meals’ were more fun then The Madcap Sexual Escapades of Harry Potter and Cho Chang.
“We have,” he admitted with a smile, ignoring the sting of her bite. “But look at today, we’ve done the submissive whore routine too and…”
“Oh, yes!” Cho said gleefully. “You looked hot in that pink leather corset and those black boots, pimping yourself off to me in that alley that time. Then we…”
“SSHHH!” Harry admonished, looking upward toward the paper doors as if her words were the one sound created in that room that shouldn’t get out to the ears of the other patrons. “I…didn’t mean that time,” he whispered, his cheeks reddening from embarrassed blush, not flush of sex. “Besides, that bloody skirt was too loose on my hips. I don’t know how you talk me into to these things. Regardless, I meant other times.”
Cho raised herself on her elbow. Her sweaty, perfect features contorted into confusion and concern. “You didn’t like it?” she asked worriedly.
Harry smiled and gently touched her cheek. He still marveled over how stunning she really was after so many years. “I loved it, Cho. Just surprised by this one, is all.”
She smiled as well and leaned down to capture his lips in a soft kiss. “Good. Want to keep surprising you - keep you guessing. We play a lot, but you go right into character, expecting it beforehand. At least this time I made you take a moment to figure it out.”
He nodded in understanding. “Never want me to get complacent, do you, love?”
Her sly smile on the corner of her mouth forced heat to his pelvis. Harry had to calm it down. He did have dinner plans, after all. “That’s right, Harry,” she responded. It was because of Cho that he had dinner plans at all.
Cho reached for Harry’s wrist and looked at his watch. She sighed in slight frustration before settling on his shoulder once more. Harry understood her actions and sighed as well before holding her closer.
“So, how was breakfast this morning?” she asked, the smirk in her tone undeniable.
Harry smiled briefly and then soured: just like his morning, full of joy then grief. “It was…good,” he said unconvincingly.
The Auror couldn’t see his lunch companion worry her lip, but he could sense the tension in her body. “The food or the…meal?” she asked.
He sighed in a different sort of frustration. “The food was excellent, as usual. The meal was…bloody good,” he said, his voice going low as he remembered the redhead in nothing but an apron. “But afterward…” He exhaled heavily, knowing he didn’t need to finish. This wasn’t the first breakfast-gone-awry that he had had and that he had told Cho about.
“Oh, I’m sorry, Harry,” Cho offered sincerely. “But you know it’s got to be difficult for her…”
Harry kissed her forehead, thanking her for her concern. Then tickled her rib under the Kimono soon after as he giggled, causing her to jump. “I’m sure you are very sorry. It’s your bloody fault it’s ‘difficult for her’!” he accused.
The Asian beauty giggled on his shoulder. “It is not!” she declared through her smile.
“Is too, Councilwoman!” Harry chided. “Had you never set foot in the Room of Requirement for the final battle…”
Cho knew it to be true as well. After the final battle, Harry and Cho had developed a friendship again. Having not gone back to Hogwarts with Hermione and Ginny, he had constantly seen Cho at the Ministry while she studied Magical Law. Once the bulk of the remaining Death Eaters had been rounded up, Ginny had pushed for her and Harry to be together again. She hadn’t been the only one to push. Ron had been relentless in his efforts, and with the lost of Fred, the Weasleys had a need to make the family whole again. Harry, however, couldn’t bring himself to be with Ginny and Ginny only, especially after spending so much time with his new, lovely, fiery best mate.
Feeling comfortable enough to confide in Cho about any and everything as their friendship grew, Harry told her about his issues with Ginny. Cho simply listened for sometime until finally she presented his case to him. In her best impersonation of an actual attorney, she presented him the facts about his life. A madman had killed his family and attempted to kill him when he was only a baby. He had been tormented as a child by his so-called family. When he had finally entered the wizarding world, he was free, elated, and loved. However, he soon found out that the same madman and his minions sought to take even that joy from him. He tried love but the lunatic had managed to make both attempts difficult in one way or another. His world praised and degraded him with the change of the wind. He had lost loved ones and mentors. And all he suffered had been beyond his control, far from his choice, and before he had even reached eighteen years old.
Cho’s closing argument was simple: After all he had suffered, after he had sacrificed himself to save the wizarding world, he deserved to live, not settle. Not so early. And not because it was expected of him.
Harry couldn’t agree more. That afternoon was the first time they had made love.
His inability to let go of Ginny (and vice versa) morphed into an odd arrangement of him splitting his time between the only two girls that had ever held his attention for more than one night. Ginny hated it but complied. Cho was more than thrilled.
“You know, I could come over tomorrow morning. Help Ginny with breakfast, Harry,” she offered with mischief evident in her voice.
“Hmm, you don’t cook, love. Remember?” Harry replied, his smile mirroring her tone. “What ever would you do in my kitchen tomorrow morning?” he asked in mock-confusion.
“Oh, I’ll have a little something to eat, and you’ll come down to watch me do it. Maybe even join me. You’ll love it!” Cho suggested, her voice husky as she nipped at his earlobe.
Harry felt his sated cock twitch at the thought of Cho having Ginny for breakfast while he watched. It wasn’t the first time she had offered it, and it never failed to make him consider combining his meal companions. However, he knew Ginny would never go for it. And it would be breaking the non-verbal rules.
“Naughty girl,” Harry declared before pulling her away from his throat and kissing her hungrily.
“For you, I would be,” Cho said when they broke apart, eyes locked onto one another, smiles matching.
Harry rubbed his thumb over the soft skin of her jaw. He could get lost in those almond-shaped eyes forever. But that would be settling, and Cho had convinced him to get his fill until he knew for sure what he wanted. “I know you would, beautiful,” he whispered. “You are already…and it had better only be for me!” he demanded gently, smiling even brighter. “Who was that bloke I saw you with in London last week?”
Cho huffed in mock frustration. “Jealous, are we?” she accused, settling back on his shoulder.
“Yes, damn it!” he said in his same tone.
Cho snorted lightly. “He’s a lawyer in the Muggle office I’m working in. Nice chap. We’ve been out on a few dates.”
“Hmph! I’ll just have to have him checked out thoroughly by Muggle Liaisons! Could be some Muggle lunatic meaning to corrupt your virtues!”
The Asian lovely laughed. “My virtues have been thoroughly corrupted by a certain boy hero, haven’t they? Wonderfully so.”
“You’re the brains of this outfit, sweetheart, not me,” Harry reminded her. “Everything we’ve gotten up too - I’ve gotten up too -- has come from the Ravenclaw in this mix, not the Gryffindor.”
“Oh, yeah!” Cho said in mock recognition. “Speaking of my virtues, when am I going to get a return on my investment?”
Harry knew what she was talking about, but he played along anyway. “Investment?”
Cho sat up on her forearm and looked down at the hero. “Yes, my investment. When do I get…dinner?” Her sly smile returned.
Harry captured her lips in a kiss suddenly. After releasing her, he looked at his watch and sat up, causing her to do the same. “Oh wow, look at the time! We should get dressed and get going, don’t you think? Shall we go for ice cream?” he said loudly, trying to change the subject.
The raven-haired woman glared at her raven-haired counterpart. “Remember, I’m the brains of this outfit? You’re evading my question, Mr. Potter.”
Harry reached for his shirt and threw it over his head. “Smart and beautiful, not to mention a brilliant shag and fierce friend. That’s why I love you, Cho,” he said quickly before dropping a peck on her lips and reaching for his pants. The hero appreciated how easily he could tell Cho he loved her without complications. They both knew what it meant and what it didn’t.
Cho huffed. “I love you too, you selfish, little wanker!” she admonished with an irritated smile as she got up to get dressed.
The Auror paused in his attempt to dress as Cho began folding their blanket across her body. “Thanks to you…I am for once,” he said with the utmost sincerity.
The solicitor stopped fiddling with the string on her pretty robe and smiled sincerely in return. “Enjoy your dinner tonight, Harry…for the both of us.”
A smirk played across his lips, matching that of the lovely’s. “I intend too, love,” he promised.
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Part 3