Supplements

A/N: Harry gets laid!

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She was much too close he could see every tear clinging to her eyelashes….


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“I’m grateful that we’ve been able to be friendly to each other,” Hermione spoke to Ron in the emptying common room. “I just have to wonder. Will we ever be together again?”

“I don’t know, Hermione,” Ron answered with a sigh.

“I still love you,” she told him softly. “I have so much trouble just going on each day.”

“You seem to be getting along well enough,” Ron commented. He rummaged through his bag for his Transfiguration homework.

“I-I guess I do, yeah.” Hermione pulled a roll of parchment from her bag. “I just wanted you to know how I feel.”

“Mmhm,” Ron mumbled, laying out on the hearthrug and opening his book.

“I guess I’ll just work on this letter.”

There was silence but for the scratching of quills on parchment.


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“Oh Harry,” Cho groaned as their kissing grew more passionate. Her tears were drying quickly as she focused on Harry. She started to pull at his clothes and Harry took that as a sign that he could undress her as well. He was having trouble unbuttoning her shirt, but he thought that complaining about it would probably be a mood killer. In the end, she noticed his trouble and brought her hands over to help him.

She wore a lacy blue bra under her shirt and Harry swallowed hard as he stared at the tops of her breasts. Though Hermione had been kind enough to perform oral sex on him once, Harry had never seen a woman in this state of undress before. In the time it took him to appreciate this fact, Cho worked her hands behind her back and started to remove her bra. Harry willed himself not to blink as it fell away from her body.

Cho’s breasts were magnificent. Harry guesstimated that she was a high B or C-cup, but he really couldn’t be sure. He did not have much time to dwell on the newly revealed skin because Cho brought his attention back to kissing and she resumed her actions of undressing him. He felt mildly nervous when she lifted his shirt over his head, but it was nothing compared to how he felt when she removed his trousers and boxers in one quick thrusting motion.

His erection sprang free like a stiff diving board that his pants had just jumped from. Harry’s hands remained idly in place on Cho’s back as he waited for her reaction to what she was seeing. She actually stopped kissing so that she could look down at his manhood with an admiring look on her face.

“Oh Harry, it’s gorgeous.” Harry felt he might pass out as Cho grasped his seven inch hard-on and gave it a few slow pumps.

“Th-thank you,” Harry stammered, barely able to remember his name in the wake of both the compliment and the pleasure.

“Are you going to finish undressing me?” Her other hand was moving over his upper body now, apparently delighted by his lean but firm chest and torso.

“Er – yeah,” Harry assured her, forcing his brain to focus. He hooked his thumbs in either side of her panties and brought them to the ground along with her skirt. He could tell that she had no pubic hair, but not much else was visible from this viewpoint and Harry very much wanted to see her. He noticed a table in the room and wondered vaguely if it had always been there before he remembered where he was. Still having difficulty forming sentences, he nodded to the table.

Cho looked around and understood his meaning. As they crossed the room Harry saw a thin cushion materialize on the table; this seemed to be what Cho required. She seated herself on the flat surface and spread her legs wide for Harry. For several seconds that felt like hours to Harry, he simply stared at the beautiful woman. She wrapped her arms around the back of Harry’s neck and pulled him closer.

“I want you inside of me,” she informed him in a tone layered with lust. Harry suddenly felt twice as hard as he had done before and some of his muscles felt like they were locking in place. “Harry,” she half-whispered in his ear, “do you mind if I talk dirty?”

“N-not at all,” Harry answered, eyes flickering back and forth between Cho’s breasts and her spread legs. He honestly had no preference how she talked to him at the moment.

“I want you in my pussy.” She nibbled affectionately on his earlobe.

Harry swallowed hard and stared at the inch of space remaining between them.

“I want you to fuck me, Harry.”

Harry rarely heard any of these words in any conversation, let alone in a moment like this. He was unsure of how to react to the words, but he had some definite thoughts how he felt about the meaning behind them. She wanted him. No matter how she said it, this was definitely a turn on. He rested his left hand on the table beside Cho and gripped his erection with his right. He pushed forward slowly and sheathed himself in Cho’s body. He had not noticed the very slight chill in the room until he had this to compare it with. Cho was warm and smooth and wet. Very wet.

“Give it to me, Harry,” said Cho sensuously. “Give me that big dick.” Harry pushed the rest of the way all at once at these words. “Ah-ahhh.” Cho sounded incredibly pleased by his actions. He began a slow thrusting rhythm and he caressed her thigh. “That’s wonderful, Harry,” she complimented; Harry grunted in response, having more than enough trouble focusing on thrusting and rubbing her thigh at the same time without adding talking to the mix. “You make my pussy so wet.” There as certainly no arguing with this statement.

Cho moved her mouth down to Harry’s neck, kissing and licking in ways that Harry had never dreamt of asking for. There was a great amount of tension mounting in the had of Harry’s penis as he felt Cho’s inner walls stroking him with each thrust. He had masturbated before, Hermione had orally pleased him once, he had even had occasional wet dreams, but this was different to any of those feelings. This feeling was most certainly the best of the lot. Some part of his brain mentally noted that this would be useful in producing Patrounuses in the future. Focusing on that thought enabled Harry to lessen some of the pleasure he was feeling, which was useful because he wanted to be sure that Cho enjoyed herself as well. If her moaning was any indication, she was having a very good time.

“I love your dick, Harry.” She brought one hand to his backside and pushed, encouraging him to go faster. Harry obliged her happily and the room was filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin as he picked up his pace. “That’s right, fuck me fast and hard.” He was surprised to feel that Cho was becoming even wetter than she had been just a moment before. Trying to distract himself from the new pleasure, Harry turned his attention to the hand on Cho’s thigh. He moved it slowly up her stomach and to her breast. He traced his fingers lightly over the soft mound of flesh, hoping this would keep his attention.

“Ohhh Harrrry,” she moaned slowly. “That feels amazing.” Her panting was doing nothing to help in his fight against the rising tension in his impossibly hard penis. He moved his hand to her other breast and teased the nipple. “Oh dear God!” she gasped. Harry worried for a moment that he had done something unwanted, but she soon dissolved into more groaning. He pressed her nipple down with his finger and she moaned for him. Fascinated, he tried the other nipple and received the same response. “Keep fucking me, Harry,” she reminded. Harry hadn’t even noticed, but his thrusting had slowed as he focused on Cho’s breasts. He redoubled his efforts.

“That’s right, fuck that tight cunt.” Harry had not heard this word before, but it did not take much effort to guess its meaning. He wondered how many other words Cho had in her repertoire. “Harry, Harry, Harry.” She panted his name several times and it sounded like, if it were possible, that she was having an even better time than he was. Harry tried to imagine something better than what he was experiencing, but failed. “Do you like my pussy, Harry?”

“I love it,” Harry answered shortly. He looked down at where their bodies were joined and was intensely aroused by the image of his manhood sliding in and out of Cho, slick with her own wetness. “This is the most wonderful thing I’ve ever felt,” he assured her. He looked up again and squeezed her breast a bit more roughly then he intended, but she groaned the same as before. He had never fully understood his classmates’ fascination with breasts until this moment, feeling Cho’s soft, malleable mounds in his hand.

“Your cock is so fucking amazing!” She panted. “Ram me with that big cock.” Again Harry’s arousal was magnified by the sound of Cho’s desperate need to have sex with him. “Ohhh, I love that huge dick in my cunt!” Harry nearly lost control for a number of reasons, not the least of which was her praise of his size. He was forced to stop to keep from spilling his seed too soon.

“Harry?” Cho squirmed and Harry’s penis throbbed in a way that was both wonderful and slightly painful.

“Cho,” he grunted, “I’m gonna – we need to slow down for a minute.”

“Are you about to cum for me, Harry?” She squirmed some more and Harry’s eyes rolled back in his head. “Do you wanna shoot your big load in my pussy?”

“Yes,” Harry answered, looking at the ceiling. “I can’t hold back.”

“Maybe we should switch positions.” Even this comparably tame sentence sounded remarkably sensual. “Look behind you,” she suggested.

Harry glanced around and noticed a new cushion on the ground, not dissimilar to the ones used for stunning practice. He pulled himself slowly out of Cho, amazed at the pleasurable sensation of suction as he did so.

“I want to be on top now,” she informed him. With a slight push, he fell back onto the soft cushion and watched Cho crawl overtop of him. “Do you want me to ride you, Harry?” She reached back and gripped the base of his erection; Harry nodded. “Do you want to feel my wet pussy running up and down,” she pumped him slowly, “all over your dick?” Harry groaned and nodded again. Cho raised herself to a squatting position; her thighs were spread wider and her feet planted firmly on the ground as she lowered herself onto his erection. Harry placed his hands on her hips as she began slowly moving up and down.

“Ohhh Harry,” she moaned his name again. “It feels so good to have that dick in my pussy. So looong,” she drew out the word, “and thick.” She was going faster now and Harry’s head was positively swimming in ecstasy. “Tell me how much you like my pussy.”

“It’s bloody fantastic,” Harry groaned. “I’ve never felt anything like this before.” Cho was practically bouncing now and Harry busied his mind wondering how her thighs could endure the workout. With that thought he moved a hand to her inner thigh and caressed it gently. He looked again to the spot where their bodies connected and groaned again. Fearing too much happiness, he willed his eyes to move upward and found an equally arousing sight.

“Do you like watching my tits bounce, Harry?” Cho panted.

“They’re beautiful,” Harry commented.

“Want a closer look?” She leaned forward and her breasts were now swaying in front of his face. He extended his tongue to lick one of her nipples as it brushed past his face. “Mmm, suck my tits, Harry.” He gently suckled one nipple and then the other, causing more erotic moaning from Cho. They continued like that for a moment before Cho laid down against Harry’s body. She kissed him once.

“I want you to grab my ass,” she instructed, “and fuck me with all you’ve got.” Harry obeyed. It was a bit more awkward thrusting into Cho from this position, but he managed it easily enough. “That’s right, Harry,” she encouraged. “Pound my pussy with that big dick. Ohh yes, fuck me hard!” Harry felt nearly delirious with pleasure as he devoted himself to Cho’s commands. “Yes! Yes!” She screamed in mirth and that increased Harry’s delight as well. “I’m almost there, Harry,” she assured him. “Almost there, almost there, almost there,” she was whimpering now and even that sounded sexy to him. She rocked her hips to meet Harry’s thrusts and Harry felt as if his penis was about to explode in ways it had never done before.

“Harry, Harry, Harry,” she whimpered some more.

“Cho,” he said, feeling that he should say something in return and unable to think of anything but her name.

“Ohhh!” Her body shuddered briefly and then stiffened. Her back arched, pressing her breasts even further against Harry’s chest. He felt squeezing and rippling sensations against his manhood and it was all he could stand. With an almighty grunt he released his semen into Cho and his lower body shook with the pleasure of his orgasm. Cho lay panting in his ear and he could feel her inner muscles still working against his stiff member. Harry felt wonderfully peaceful in having relieved himself and in bringing so much pleasure to Cho as well. They both lay breathing heavily for several minutes.


He returned to the common room half an hour later to find Hermione and Ron in the best seats by the fire; nearly everybody else had gone to bed. Hermione was writing a very long letter; she had already filled half a roll of parchment, which was dangling from the edge of the table. Ron was lying on the hearthrug, trying to finish his Transfiguration homework.