A Night\'s Escape

Thank God, Harry Potter thought as he stumbled into the bar. He’d been pub-hopping ever since he divorced Ginny. Hermione was right; he had been just stunting himself and Ginny by getting together. They weren’t soulmates; they were hardly even friends. He felt awful about himself, awful about Ginny, and awful about their long three years of marriage. Thank God he had a variety of pubs to drown his sorrow in and that noone had gotten too nosy about his business

Thank God, Neville Longbottom sighed as he slumped into the bar stool. He’d be at the Leaky Cauldron but he knew he didn’t want to run into his ex-wife Hannah again. Parvati was right; he should have married for love, not because his gran wanted him hitched immediately. Poor Hannah-she had found out that her hero could bleed and shattered her dreams forever. He had barely managed to get through a year before summoning up the courage to annul their marriage. Thank God he could wander from pub to pub without seeing his wife and had the ability to be as inconspicuously as possible.

Thank heavens, Cho Chang worried as she poured herself a drink. She wished other people could understand what had gone wrong, but they either blamed her or said that all muggles were untrustworthy. Luna was right; she should never take things at face value. The Ministry had betrayed everyone, every one of the boys she liked never took her seriously, and what seemed like a friendly invitation to a dance turned into a long, tense standoff with a band of muggle witchhunters. It really wasn’t his fault; he’d just given in to his principles like Marietta. This time, however, it was too late. She was incredibly grateful that her parents didn’t know she was dropping into bars drinking her past away.

Harry and Neville were too busy moping to take notice of each other until Harry sat down next to the other boy.

“Harry? What are you doing here?”

“I’ll tell you if you tell me why you’re here”

“Wife” Neville sighed and stared at the bar, unable to say anything else. It was enough for Harry.

“Ditto” Harry adjusted his glasses, which were slipping from his slumped head.

Neither of them looked at the other. The bartender, a tall, thin man in surprisingly elegant robes, broke the silence.

“Gentlemen? What will you be having?”

Harry came to. “Sorry?”

“A drink, boy. You are here for the drinks and not the atmosphere, aren’t you?” he tilted his head down to look at Harry.

“Sorry, I’ll have a fireburst. Twist. No ice” Harry wasn’t much of a bar-crawler, but he had lapsed into a practical alcoholic coma for a year, and this year he still considered each hangover preferable to his memories.

“And I’ll have an apple stinger” Neville wanted to avoid anything too strong- it reminded him of the Leaky Cauldron too much.

“Divorcees?” the bartender asked softly

Harry closed his eyes. Neville slowly nodded.

“You have my sympathies. I’ll get your drinks in a minute after I serve the other customers.”

Harry looked around the room. Around the tables there were many tired-looking wizards, what looked like a dwarf of some sort, and a toothless hag slumped unconscious on her table. There where three other figures on the counter; a sobbing young man, an unconscious old fellow in a tall hat, and…..

“Cho?”

“Harry?”

“What are you doing here?” Neville did a double-take.

“Same reasons as you” she said quietly.

There was a brief pause, broken by the bartender. “Another cherry sherry, miss?” he leaned over across the bar to ask Cho.

“No thank….wait, I think I will”. An idea entered her mind. She motioned to the two boys to sit down beside her and they sidled over, curiously.

“So, do you come to this place all the time?” she asked lamely

“I never go to the same pub twice” Harry put his money on the counter as the bartender gave him his drink.

“Me neither. I don’t want to be noticed” Neville added as he fished out his money.

Cho had already paid for her second drink “Same here. Don’t want anyone finding me. It’s hard just to run”

“It’s all you can do. You can’t stay anywhere” Harry’s visage darkened.

“It’s worse since you’re alone” Neville added
“Then let’s stay somewhere and not be alone” There was a hint of a smile on her face. Harry raised an eyebrow. Neville put down his drink, curious.

“Where are you staying?” Harry finally spoke up.

Cho scratched her head. “With…um…Marietta Edgecomb”

Harry’s face fell. Neville didn’t blink and slowly drank

“Well, what did you have in mind, Harry?” He turned to the other boy

“What?” Harry blinked

“About where we’re going, right?” Neville looked confused, “I’m staying with Seamus, so I don’t think it’d be a good idea

“Oh yeah. I’ve rented a flat in Dartford. There’s nobody there” Harry shrugged and took a sip from his drink.

“That sounds good. We can take the Knight bus” Cho nodded

“But we just drank!”

No one asked what they would do there.

Fortunately for all concerned, the Knight Bus wasn’t the only bus in line. There was the more-expensive, less frantic Street Skiff. It may have looked like a Thames Clipper made by Robert Fulton, but no one got seasick and actually became less tipsy. Still, its aptly named skipper Eric Hartman must have learned how to drag race from Ernie Prangs considering the sheer speed of the trip.

Cho took in Harry’s flat-it was very simple and obviously furnished in a hurry. There were cobwebs in the corners and a thin layer of dust.

“Why don’t you live at Grimmauld place?” Neville asked Harry as they walked into the room.

“Oh, Ginny insisted we move into the Burrow and we had a spat about it. We gave Grimmauld to Andromeda and Teddy. It’s not much, but I’m still looking for a job”


Another pause. Everyone could tell the others were thinking the same thing: now what?


“You know, Luna told me whenever I feel down, do something completely odd” Neville seemed to say offhandedly.

“Alright, Neville, do something odd” Cho crossed her arms with a grin.

“What?” His eyes wided.

“Yeah, do something random” Harry added

The other boy sighed, then put a finger in his mouth and his wand pointed at his throat, and let out a passable imitation of a kazoo used as a train whistle. All three laughed uproariously at the sound.

“Your turn, Harry” Neville giggled

Harry looked sheepishly, then he pulled out his wand and tapped it against his head. A flurry of colors burst across his hair, rippled around in colorful spirals, then turned black again. The laughs were louder than before.

The boys looked at Cho. She paused in thought, then something went off in her mind. Yes, she could make the fun last all night long…..

She stood up daintily and then began to slowly twirl her way across the room. She danced over to door, closing it with a motion that made her hair lash like waves breaking on the surf. She slid back and forth, twisting her hips at the boys as she made her way to the bed. She was dancing to her own music, a tune not only secret to them but to her as well. All she could do is move to it without trying to make it out.

She danced and danced, not really knowing why or caring why. There was no music, but she felt a rhythm go through her, a rhythm she had to express. She stepped out of a shoe, kicked the other one across the room, and slid across the floor on her socks. She twirled, her robes flapping up to reveal her shorts. With a saucy smile, she slowly unbuttoned her robe, each button coming undone to a dance move. She didn’t have to look at the boys to notice they were sweating.

Good. The last button came undone, and she slowly swayed her shoulders, outer robe slipping off inch by inch. It didn’t reveal much flesh, but it freed up her movements and hinted at her body underneath. The robe finally fell to the floor. At a real strip club, she would have been laughed out, but the boys were enthralled.

For Harry, old feelings for her stirred up. He remember each butterfly in his stomach, each shiver down his spine, each magical gaze into her deep eyes, each moment he could smell her hair or count her faint freckles. Her tears paled in comparison to her warmth and her grace. When Ginny entered his life, he forgot about Cho, but never made the connection-it was the Cho in Ginny that he loved.

For Neville, it was the first time his toes curled up since Hermione gave him a peck after the battle. Hannah was a marriage of utility, of convenience. There was no soul, no love, and no warmth. He didn’t know Cho very well, only that she was beautiful, benevolent and way out of his league in every way possible. He never considered she would turn her eyes to him.

The dancing became more active, more dramatic as she twirled and leaped. Again, she repeated her procedure on the inner robe, the black contrasting sharply with her white shirt and red skirt, emphasizing her curves. She didn’t care about her dignity. She didn’t care about the time or the place or the people. All she cared about were her feelings, her instincts, her passion. For once, she just gave herself into her own needs. So many times she had put others above her, but now she danced and displayed just for herself.

There was a gasp from Neville when her inner robe fell to the floor. The shirt bared her arms, the skirt was high enough above her knees to show long, long legs; it wasn’t much flesh, but Cho had timed it right to cause a reaction. Merely taking off a piece of clothing was enough to cause a sting of heat flush through the room. She paused, posing so that they could take her in for a moment, and began moving again, faster and more vigorously. She arched her back, extended her arms, raised herself in the air, then danced across the floor. She twirled, hair flying and skirt flashing. Cho felt as if she had become a goddess, a being above her normal self, worshiped by all and capable of anything.

She hadn’t felt like this since Harry kissed her for the first and last time. She smiled beatifically at the two boys gazing at her and twirled again. She slowly reached for her skirt, loving the tension in the moment, only to dispel it by grabbing her wand. With a motion, the floor was cleaned and she slipped off her socks. Balancing on the balls of her feet, she began to slowly move back and forth, unbuttoning her blouse.

It was too much for Neville. “Oh, Cho. You’re perfect….” He blurted out, only to turn bright red.

“Really?” She tried to hide her interest. She slowly walked towards him, pale blue bra and lightly tanned skin flashing tantalizingly. She leaned over slightly to meet his gaze and captured his light hazel eyes with her own dark brown ones.

“Do you like me?” Cho leaned closer, heart speeding up

“Yes”. It came out as a whisper, “Do you like me?”

“Yes” Her whisper was even fainter, and was quickly cut off by a passionate kiss. It came out of nowhere, yet sent shockwaves through both wizards. Cho’s eyelids fluttered, surprised by Neville’s response. It felt too good to go back, and it felt like there was an untold story behind the whole thing. Was she in love again?

As they finally pulled back, they were both panting and sweating, but never broke off their gaze.

“That was the first time I’ve kissed someone and liked it. I didn’t know kisses could make you feel like that” he admitted.

“It must have been horrible for your first kiss to have no feelings” Cho was shocked. Her first kiss with Cedric introduced her into a whole new world she hadn’t dreamed of.

“Mine was fantastic” Harry added impishly.

“You liked it, didn’t you?” Cho reflected his smirk.

Harry looked sheepish, but before he could say something, Cho kissed him deeply, feeling him stiffen then relax, meeting her warmly. Mmmmm, she thought, that was much better than the first time.

“That was better” Harry seemed to agree with her as he smiled after pulling back. He had forgotten what that kind of kiss was like. Ginny was a great kisser, but Cho had something special to her. Something totally unique to her. He moved to kiss her again, but she pulled away with a smile and started to dance again. She finished unbuttoning her shirt, and began to slide it off her shoulders. She tried to do it as slowly as possible, but something inside her made her hurry.

Her shirt hit the floor, Cho stepping over it as she danced, feeling the boys’ gazes on her. She knew they were staring at her, but part of her was too intensely into her dance to care, and the other part loved how their worshiped her. No resentment, no impossible expectations, no dilemmas or betrayals or deception. Just her and them. This was the most skin she’d ever shown to a boy: smooth shoulders, firm belly, slight cleavage, her white bra and skirt clinging to each curve. Cho knew she was beautiful, but only because she had been told so. She thought so many other things were much more important.

She danced on, slowly slipping off her skirt. As she flung it into the pile of her clothes, she gave a playful shake of her hips at the boys. It was only after she had turned around again that she noticed them taking off their own clothes. Harry had just taken off his shoes, while Neville took off his outer robe. Cho stopped, planting her fists on her hips.

“What’s going on?” she asked

“It’s, um, getting hot” Neville weakly offered, kicking off his socks

“And you’re taking off your clothes anyway” Harry shrugged, slipping off his outer robes.

“I’m not complaining” she grinned, and continued her dance until she sat on the bed. She slowly moved her hands to her back, slowly unhooking her bra. She was determined to make this as long as possible, but she felt distracted by her own lust and loneliness. Just to feel a man’s flesh for a little while….

By this time, the boys were down to their shirts and pants, the sight of which drove Cho to finish it. The straps of her bra inched down her shoulders and arms as she swayed back and forth. Both Harry and Neville had stopped to watch her, breath held in anticipation. Then she slipped off her bra.

Her self-consciousness kicked in, making her blush when she saw the awestruck looks on the boys’ faces. Well, what did you expect? It’s a striptease, isn’t it? She argued with herself, then suddenly tugged her knickers down, determined to see this through.

“Now it’s your turn” she sighed triumphantly and sat down on the bed. She grabbed her wand from the pile of clothes, tapped the bed once, and then lied back down waiting. She felt exposed, cold, vulnerable. She was waiting for the boys to make their decision. They could just leave, or laugh, or violate her, or do absolutely nothing. She put her trust in them and their decisions.

There was a brief pause. “I love you, Cho” Harry sighed as Neville tugged off his shirt.

“I can’t believe you’re doing this, Cho. I can’t believe you’re doing this, Harry. I can’t believe I’m doing this” Neville stammered as Harry took off his own shirt.

Cho smiled at them, noting their physiques. Neville was stout, dusted with light brown hair, and muscular from hard garden work. She noticed faint scars painted across his face and back, making Cho wince with pity. People who thought his round face and round build made him a tubby little twerp were superficial and arrogant. Harry was his complete opposite; sleek, pale, and slender; his wiry build enhanced by his Qudditch experiences. His scar had never repulsed her, and she had learned to ignore it, since it wasn’t part of what he was. People who thought Harry’s scar was the only thing to him had no idea how to judge a character and what made a man.

Off came their trousers, and their boxers followed soon after. They were putting themselves on the same level as her. They may have thought they were being elevated, but Cho felt it was she that was elevated. They proved their worth, they stayed loyal, they made themselves into something. Cho looked down in shame. She flinched, startled when Neville walked over to her and put his hand on her shoulder.

“Cho, Harry once told me that I was worth twelve of Malfoy. You’re worth twelve of me. You’re worth twelve of Harry. You’re worth more than any other person I know, even my parents, or Hannah or Luna or Hermione. Never tell yourself you’re worthless, my gran told me, and you’re worthier than I could ever be.”

With that unexpected, uncharacteristic speech, he kissed her. She kissed him back, holding their lip lock ever as Harry embraced her from the side. Just the three of them, bare, on the bed, together.

She tried to ignore Harry suckling her ear, distracted with swirling her tongue around Neville’s. It was too much, though, and she spun around to kiss Harry fully. Of course, this let Neville take a shot at sucking on her neck. She couldn’t help but laugh when she pulled back, caught between two lusty boys.

“Can’t you share?” she quipped.

“Good idea” Harry returned to her left ear. Neville was too busy licking and sucking her other ear to comment.

Cho let out a sigh, hanging her head back as she relished the double sensation. She felt like a virgin again, in a brand new realm of brand new senses sending her to brand new heights of ectasy.

She reached another height when they moved down her face and nursed on each side of her neck. She couldn’t lean her head one direction or another without leaning into a kiss. She was trapped, trapped in bliss. She expected them to move down, but to her surprise they moved to her hair. They must have said something or given a signal to each other, but she didn’t hear anything. They were perfectly coordinated, nuzzling and stroking her long, soft, raven tresses and relishing each strand.

Fortunately for Cho, they moved down her flowing locks, latching onto her shoulders, moving down the smooth slopes with their worshiping mouths. She noticed in the midst of her joy that each boy had a different technique: Harry licked her in both long and short strokes, warming her skin with each caress, while Neville gently sucked on her skin, enveloping her with his warmth. In concert, it was perfect.

She stiffened suddenly with a gasp when they came to the gentle lines of her round breast. She felt herself growing warmer and warmer as their mouths moved down the slope, tenderly worshiping her. She felt a shudder go right through her body when they reached her nipples, feeling as if she was on fire with sheer pleasure. Harry’s tongue swirled around one, while Neville nursed on the other.

She was too busy recovering to notice how wet she was, but when they moved down her torso, treasuring each rib and gently pampering her belly she couldn’t help but feel it again. She giggled when they took turns tasting at her navel, but the feelings they inspired silenced her giggles with gasps. They moved to her sides, tracing her up and down. Finally they reached her hips and she closed her eyes again at the wonderful sensations.

They moved inwards, nuzzling her pubic hair as if they loved the sensation. She arched herself in frustration as the moved away from her greatest treasure, but her groans turned to moans when their lips and tongues moved to the inside of their thighs. The boys teased Cho’s soft skin as she spread her legs encouragingly. Closer and closer they went, until she felt two things: Neville’s sucking had stopped and Harry’s tongue touched her clitoris.

Cho felt herself explode. She hadn’t felt like this since when she tried her first wand in Olivander’s shop, only better. She didn’t know she could feel like this, feel like she was made of magic itself. Then she exploded again as she felt Harry’s fingers enter into her, rubbing and stroking her slowly. And again when she felt Neville’s mouth attach itself onto the nipple he hadn’t visited. Every time she felt she could take no more, something else happened to make her reach a new height. For a minute she fought, struggling to keep herself from coming. The pleasure was agonizing, or perhaps it was pleasurable agony she felt. She couldn’t tell; all she could do is writhe and scream and finally come, nails sinking into Neville’s scalp and legs clamping on Harry’s head.

It was all she could do to struggle to keep breathing. Harry was trying to take in as much of her as possible, while Neville’s suckling had turned softer again. Eventually, the two boys crawled up to kiss Cho. She smiled at them.

“That was wonderful” she sighed, kissing each one of them.

“It was” Harry agreed.

“Fantastic” Neville added.

They rested for a while in silence, just trying to get themselves together.

“So, is that it?” Harry finally said

“So what if it was. It was brilliant” Neville sighed

“Wouldn’t you like some more, though?” Cho turned to smile at him

“Oh, um, sure….”

Cho laughed. “Neville, we can do this all night. I want to”

“Is that a proposition?” Harry lit up

“It’s an order” Cho playfully flicked Harry’s nose, “Besides, I want to repay the favor”

“Repay the favor?” Neville asked.

“Sit up” she ordered, “You, too Harry”. She patted both their laps, dangerously close to certain centers of their heat.

The boys sat up at the head of the bed, with Cho sitting up to face them. She was pleased to find them fully aroused as they took in her body again. They sat there, ready but uncertain of what Cho was going to do.

And both moaned when her hands grasped their members.
They weren’t quite symmetrical, Cho noted. Harry’s was slim and long, and Neville’s was shorter and thicker. Kind of like the boys, she considered with a grin. She slowly stroked them in unison, flicking the foreskins, cupping the testicles, and gently caressing all in between.

She couldn’t help but relish their moans and gasps as she closed her grip and leaned closer. Cho could feel them tremble and smell their sweat. She leaned forward to adjust her grip, and then kissed each one of them. Her mouth teased Harry’s left nipple and Neville’s right ear in quick succession, her hands relentlessly arousing them.

“Now, which one of you gave me that wonderful blowjob?” she broke into a grin as she pulled back. Neville could only moan, but Harry raised a trembling hand. With a lunge, she was on him, kissing and licking all over his body. She went down his sweating torso, slowly making her way to finally come to his prick. She noticed how her breath sent Harry shivering, her touch increasing his breathing rate.

Finally, she went down. She had done it before on the insistence of her former husband, but this time it was for love, this time she was in control, this time she actually enjoyed it. He was warm and hard but still soft. She pulled back, kissing the head and licking his foreskin back, then softly sucking on the very tip. She closed her eyes, but she could feel him writhe and hear him cry out. She was sure to make it slow. Fortunately, it looked like Harry had also had this happen before, and seemed to control himself.

She was so focused on Harry that she forgot about Neville, who was slowly crawling around her. Cho noticed something moving on the bed, but she didn’t want to disrupt her concentration, and kept her steady rhythm. It wasn’t until something warm and wet touched her curve of her arse that she realized where Neville had gone. The sensation slid up and down each cheek, teasing and tempting her to turn around. She shuddered, but didn’t move. Then Neville did something to her that made her moan.

Cho could feel the two boys touching her; the thin seeker tenderly stroking her long hair, the stout gardener sliding his fingers into her. She moaned right onto Harry’s member, causing him to cry out even louder. Harry and Cho together struggled not to come to quick, to come together. Neville’s mouth was on her, her mouth on Harry, both licking and sucking and devouring their flesh. It was like their tongues and lips worked in concert.

Cho thrust her hips back at Neville’s face, causing his fingers to plunge in deep while his mouth finally touched her clit. He sucked long and hard, causing Cho to moan and suck deep on Harry in turn. Within moments, both ex-athletes came with shuddering cries. Cho felt something warm and wet hit her cheek as she pulled off with a scream of orgasm, but paid it no mind in her mindless ecstasy.

She rolled onto her back, feeling like she had just exploded. Neville crawled up beside her, panting and licking his soaked fingers and lips. She turned to look at Harry, who had his head titled back as he struggled to get back his breath. Cho smiled at him, then turned to smile at the other boy.

“Um, Cho, you’ve got some….” Neville was first to speak, gesturing at her cheek. His finger picked some up as he tried to wipe it off her face, only for her to lick it and draw his finger into her mouth. He moaned as Cho sucked on his finger hard, relishing their combined tastes. He managed to pull free long enough to scrape Harry’s discharge off her cheek, but she quickly sucked on every finger of his hand touched with the semen.

“You like it?” Cho heard Harry ask and turned to kiss him to confirm it.

“You didn’t have to do that” Harry insisted

“I had to, after what you did to me” Cho said, then kissed him again.

She turned to kiss Neville and grinned at him, too

“You, however, didn’t have to do that” she laughed.

“I had to, after what you did to me” he quoted her innocently, inspiring another kiss

Again, they lay there, still excited about what they had experienced. Cho was shocked how much the boys liked her, and how they seemed devoted to her happiness instead of their own. Neville was shocked about what he could accomplish and how much someone actually cared for him. Harry was simply shocked that he was doing this with the last people he could imagine without getting into something really disturbing.

Needless to say, in a few minutes they wanted to do it again. Cho took the first move once more, grasping Neville’s prick firmly and sensuously licking him. It was his turn to suddenly become overwhelmed by heat and agonizing pleasure. He shuddered as she licked her way up and down and around the same way she did with Harry. However, this was his first blowjob, since Hannah’s idea of foreplay was squeezing his manhood in the least comfortable way possible. This, however, was perfection. This was something amazing. This was something he never expected to feel.

Cho’s hands went up legs, hips, stomach and chest, tweaking his nipples and running her fingers through his pubic hair. Neville in turn massaged her back and ran his fingers through her hair. When she responded by sucking him harder, however, he froze up and just whimpered as her mouth worked her magic.

She was ready this time, managing to both keep her concentration and watch Harry slink around her. But instead of orally pleasuring her from behind, he planted kisses on her lower back, working his way up. This was still enough to set Cho on fire, especially when his hands slipped from her hips, caressed her stomach, and cupped her breasts. When he squeezed, Cho moaned just as she was taking in more of Neville. Cho intensified her writhing and sucking as Neville screamed her name and Harry moved his hips against hers.

Neville cried out her name again when he felt Cho’s hand reach around and squeeze his arse. Through blurry vision, he managed to make out the reason why-Harry had entered her, thrusting into her writhing body, causing her to spasm with each movement. To his surprise, however, her mouth never strayed from his prick, her hands kneading his cheeks devotedly. He knew he couldn’t last long.

Cho continued her sucking, harder and faster, losing control as Harry drove her to an inevitable orgasm. She knew both Neville and herself were at the brink.

As to confirm this, she heard him say, “Please….Cho….I’m gonna…..can’t stop….”

In response, Cho continued to nurse on him, refusing to stop. She could hardly slow or stop anything. Harry was driving her mad and she was determined that Neville share the joy. Fortunately for her, Neville finally came in her mouth, flooding her with his flavor. She wasn’t too much of a fan, but she sucked it up for several reasons; she couldn’t stand much longer of Harry’s wonderful efforts, she didn’t want to leave a mess, and she just wanted him to feel good.

Seconds after she finished swallowing, she finally came herself. For the third time that night, the world spun and whirled as she screamed, impaling herself on Harry. She clenched around him, clawed at the sheets, and arched herself against the bed as she came. She swore she could feel every part of her body clench and release in rapid succession. She could hear Harry’s final yell as his warm essence spilled into her, but she was too busy in her own rapture to care.

Trembling, she collapsed on the bed, hanging limp as Harry’s arms wrapped around her chest and his breath fanned her hair as he climbed up her exhausted body. He was light, but even if he wasn’t, she was too blown away to do anything but lie there with her head on Neville’s lap. Even after half an hour had passed, she didn’t really move when Harry sat up, pulling her onto his lap, and kissed her neck sweetly.

Again? Again? Again? Merlin, Harry was insatiable. She had to admit, though; she was pretty insatiable herself, and welcomed every caress. Cho was frankly excited, turning to kiss Harry over her shoulder, and then turned to kiss Neville, who had sat up and embraced her. Just like when they first brought her to an incredible climax, they covered every angle of her body with hot kisses. She could feel their erections rubbing her: Harry’s pressed against her arse and Neville’s rubbing against her mound.

“Cho”, Neville stopped sucking on her ear to ask her, “How can we do this at the same time? I mean….there’s not….”

“I have an idea” Cho kissed him back, then turned to Harry, “Harry, do you still have your wand with you”
“Hm? Oh, right” Harry reluctantly tore himself from Cho’s warm flesh, groping for his wand in the dark. Finally, he found it, casting a spell he had often used in his times with Ginny. A glowing sheath surrounded his penis, protecting him, cleaning him, smoothing his passage and even making a shudder go down his spine. Cho could only imagine what it would feel like.

Neville, on the other hand, was too busy getting Cho worked up. She could feel his hot mouth on her neck, her shoulder, her nipples, her stomach. His head nuzzled the familiar heaven of her cleavage, his touch making her shiver. It felt so good. He moved down, worshiping her stomach before finding her mound. Harry was frustrated by the fact that Cho was being occupied, but he knew it would help her come and he couldn’t help but feel aroused by her sweaty mutterings and convolutions.

“C’mon mate, give her a break. We’re in this together” Harry insisted

“No, no……” Cho gasped, “don’t stop. It feels too good” She let out another moan as Neville’s tongue reached her clit and suckled on her opening. If he did want to leave, he still couldn’t as her long legs wrapped around his shoulders and pinned him in place. Harry, tired of being left out, captured Cho’s mouth and cupped her breasts. After a few more minutes, Cho finally came, her legs bursting open, allowing her trapped lover to pull back, dripping with her juices.

“Take me”, she whispered. She could feel them around her, sensing their anxiety, smelling their sweat and hearing their labored breaths. She knew they wanted to end this, and she had no intention of disagreeing.

And so Cho felt ecstatic when the boys both entered her. Harry was in her rear, sparking with magical power. Neville was at her front, flowing into her already soaking vagina and pressing his broad chest against her own soft one. She felt every ridge, every hair, every pulsation. It felt so brilliant. She’d never felt so full, so warm, so consummated. As they slowly thrust faster and deeper, all she could do is squirm. However, no matter how she squirmed, she only impaled herself deeper on one, the other, or both.

She had often felt trapped-by expectations, by circumstances, by the assumptions of her friends, by the cruelty of people like Umbridge and Snape and the Death Eaters, even by her own marriage. However, as the boys sandwiched her and cradled her body between them, she felt trapped in a different way. Cho was trapped by people who didn’t care about her foibles, who didn’t expect her to do something for them in order for them to consider her perfect. They just assumed she was perfect already.

They weren’t fucking her only because she was beautiful, or only to satisfy their desires, but to make her feel special. She had felt so alone, but now she was surrounded. This thought alone was what brought her to climax, brought her to a long scream, brought her to one last earthquake that strangled her with joy and made her slip into sleep as they collapsed into the bed for the last time that night.