Chapter 27

Bathroom Bang (Cho Chang)

Harry leaned back in his chair, legs stretched out, a half-eaten croissant in one hand, the other drumming lazily against the edge of the table. The Great Hall was mostly empty, the Sunday morning lull leaving just a handful of students scattered around, nursing mugs of coffee, picking at toast, eyes bleary from late-night parties or study sessions.

The Gryffindor table was a ghost town — Ron and the other boys were still snoring upstairs, and Ginny was having a well-deserved lie-in. Harry smirked to himself, rolling his neck to ease the ache. Yeah, he’d definitely worn her out last night, slipping into her dorm after everyone else had passed out. The memory of her flushed, breathless, completely spent, made him chuckle under his breath.

He tore off another piece of his croissant, popping it into his mouth, letting the buttery flakes melt on his tongue. Peace and quiet — not bad, really.

Then, a flash of dark hair caught his eye.

Harry’s gaze drifted over to the Ravenclaw table, where Cho Chang was sitting with a couple of her friends, their heads bent close together, giggling over something in the latest issue of Witch Weekly.

Cho looked good. Really good. Hair glossy and loose over her shoulders, lips wrapped around the rim of her mug, eyes crinkling with laughter. It had been a while since he’d had a proper look at her. A proper taste.

Harry leaned back, arms stretching out along the back of the bench, a slow grin spreading across his lips. Yeah, she’d definitely still be up for some fun. He was sure of it.

Harry’s eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze fixed on Cho’s profile. His jaw clenched, his focus tightening as he pushed his thoughts forward, sliding them into her mind with the ease of someone who’d done it a thousand times before.

Prefects’ bathroom. One hour.

Cho’s hand jerked, the mug slipping from her grip and tipping over, coffee spilling across the table. Her friends squealed, grabbing napkins and shoving them under the spreading puddle.

But Cho didn’t move.

She was staring straight ahead, her eyes wide, her cheeks flushed, her lips parted in a small, breathless gasp. Slowly, she turned her head, gaze locking onto Harry.

Harry smirked, his eyebrows lifting, fingers drumming lazily against the table.

Cho’s lips curved into a slow, feverish smile, her eyes dark, glinting, before she turned back to her friends, cheeks still flushed, hands shaking as she mopped up the mess.

Harry chuckled, leaning back and stretching his arms behind his head, a slow, satisfied grin spreading across his face.

Yeah. This was going to be fun.

An hour later, the Prefects’ bathroom was quiet, the only sound the steady drip of water from the golden faucets into the massive, steaming pool. The room was thick with mist, the air heavy with the scent of lavender and jasmine, the enchanted candles flickering along the walls, casting long, dancing shadows.

Harry stood at the far end of the pool, arms crossed, eyes fixed on the door. He’d already shed his shirt, the cool marble beneath his feet a stark contrast to the steam swirling around him. His jaw was tight, his expression set, his gaze dark and unreadable.

Then, the door creaked open.

Cho stepped inside, closing the door behind her with a soft click. She was wearing her school robes, but they were slightly askew, her hair a little mussed, her cheeks flushed like she’d run all the way there.

She hesitated in the doorway, eyes wide, breath coming in soft, shallow pants as she met Harry’s gaze across the room.

Harry said nothing, just stood there, watching her, his expression cool, calm, controlled.

Cho swallowed, her throat bobbing, her hands fisting in the fabric of her robe as she took a slow, hesitant step forward. “You… called?” she said, voice soft, breathless.

Harry’s lips twitched, a slow, lazy grin spreading across his face. “You seemed distracted at breakfast,” he said, voice casual, like he hadn’t just pulled her in here with nothing but a thought. “Figured you might need a little… release.”

Cho’s cheeks flushed deeper, her eyes darkening, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. “Yeah,” she whispered, her gaze dropping to his bare chest, to the muscles flexing beneath his skin, to the line of his trousers hanging low on his hips. “I — yeah.”

Harry’s grin widened. “Robes off.”

Cho’s breath hitched, her fingers trembling as she reached up, pulling the clasp of her robes open, the heavy fabric slipping off her shoulders and pooling around her feet. Beneath, she wore nothing but a thin, white button-down and a short, pleated skirt, the hem swishing just below her hips.

Harry’s eyes dragged down her body, slow, deliberate, taking in every inch of her — the slight rise and fall of her chest, the way her thighs clenched together, the way her nipples pressed against the thin, translucent fabric of her shirt.

“Closer,” Harry said, his voice dropping lower, rougher.

Cho swallowed, her heels clicking against the marble as she stepped forward, her knees brushing against the edge of the pool, her breath coming in short, sharp pants, her chest heaving beneath her shirt.

Harry reached out, his fingers slipping beneath her chin, tilting her face up to meet his gaze. “You remember how this goes?” he murmured, his thumb brushing over her bottom lip, feeling her shiver beneath his touch.

Cho nodded, her lips parting, her eyes heavy-lidded, her pupils blown wide. “I remember,” she whispered, her voice shaky, needy.

Harry’s grin widened, his thumb pressing against her lip, pushing it down, watching her mouth open, her tongue darting out to meet his skin.

“Good,” he said, voice low, dangerous.

Harry’s grin sharpened, his grip tightening on her chin, fingers digging in just enough to keep her there, head tipped back, eyes dark and dazed. His other hand slipped into her hair, threading through the silky strands before twisting tight, yanking just enough to make her gasp. Her eyes went wide, pupils blown, her chest rising and falling in shallow, desperate pants.

“You look like you’re starving,” Harry said, voice low, rough, dripping with taunting amusement. His thumb dragged down her bottom lip, smearing it, feeling the wet heat of her mouth as her tongue slipped out again, chasing the taste of him. “Are you?”

Cho swallowed, her throat bobbing beneath his fingers, lips parting as she tried to catch her breath. Her eyes dropped to his chest, to the hard lines of muscle, the sweat glistening in the hollow of his collarbone, then lower, to where his trousers hung low on his hips, the outline of him unmistakable against the thin fabric. Her hands twitched at her sides, fingers flexing like she was seconds away from grabbing him.

“Yes,” she said, voice breathy, needy, her gaze flicking back up to his. “I — I need it.”

Harry’s grin widened, and his thumb slid into her mouth, pressing down on her tongue, feeling the hot, wet slide of it as she sucked, lips closing around him. Her eyes fluttered shut, cheeks flushed, a soft, desperate whimper slipping past her throat.

“On your knees,” he said, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous growl. “Now.”

Cho’s knees hit the marble floor with a soft, echoing thud, her palms sliding up Harry’s thighs, fingers digging in just enough to leave marks. Her eyes stayed locked on his, pupils blown, lips parted, breaths coming in short, sharp pants.

Harry reached down, fingers tangling in her hair, gripping tight, holding her there, her cheek pressed against the hard length of him, the heat of him searing through the thin fabric. He pressed forward, letting the tip brush against her lips, smearing her mouth with the wetness already dripping down.

“You remember what to do,” Harry said, his voice a low, rough murmur, each word drawn out, dripping with command. “Open up.”

Cho’s lips parted, and Harry’s grin stretched wider, fingers tightening in her hair, pulling her forward, dragging her down.

Cho’s lips parted, her mouth wet and inviting, and Harry didn’t waste a second. His grip tightened in her hair, twisting just enough to keep her where he wanted her, just enough to make her gasp, her nails digging into his thighs as she steadied herself.

“Yeah,” Harry muttered, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous murmur. “That’s it. Stay right there.”

Cho’s eyes stayed locked on his, her mouth open, her tongue slipping out to flick over the tip of him, tasting the salt and heat already pooling there. Her breath hitched, a soft, desperate sound escaping her throat as Harry pushed forward, his cock pressing against her lips, smearing them with wetness.

“Go on,” he said, his thumb stroking her cheek, his eyes dark, unblinking. “Show me how much you missed this.”

Cho didn’t need to be told twice. Her mouth opened wider, taking him in, inch by inch, her tongue swirling over him, the heat of her mouth searing against his skin. Harry’s jaw clenched, a muscle ticking as he watched her, eyes narrowed, nostrils flaring as she took him deeper, her eyes fluttering shut, a soft, helpless whimper vibrating against him.

“Fuck,” Harry growled, his grip tightening in her hair, his other hand cupping her jaw, holding her steady as he thrust forward, just enough to feel the back of her throat constrict around him. “Knew you’d take it like this. Knew you couldn’t wait.”

Cho moaned, her hands sliding up his thighs, nails scratching lightly over his skin, her mouth working him, sucking, swallowing, her cheeks hollowing as she moved, her head bobbing, her eyes rolling back beneath heavy lids.

Harry’s smirk deepened, his hips rocking forward, pushing himself deeper, feeling her throat tighten, hearing the soft, wet sounds echoing in the empty, steamy bathroom. “Good girl,” he murmured, his voice dropping to a rough, filthy rasp. “So fucking good. Knew you’d take it all. Always do, don’t you?”

Cho’s eyes snapped open, dark and dazed, her gaze locking onto his, a wicked, wanton glint flashing in their depths. She hummed around him, her tongue swirling, the vibration shooting straight up Harry’s spine, his fingers tightening in her hair, his hips jerking forward.

“Fuck, yeah,” he growled, his breathing ragged, chest heaving, the air thick and heavy around them. “That’s it. Just like that. Take it. Take it all.”

Cho’s hands dug into his thighs, her nails leaving crescent-shaped indents in his skin as she took him deeper, her mouth hot and wet and relentless, her eyes never leaving his, that wicked, taunting smirk still pulling at the corners of her lips even as her cheeks flushed, even as her breaths came faster, harsher, more desperate.

Harry’s head fell back, a dark, low groan tearing from his throat as he thrust forward, fingers tightening in her hair, pulling her down, holding her there, his cock buried deep in her throat, her lips stretched around him, her eyes watering but still locked on his, that glint never fading.

“God, yes,” he grunted, his jaw clenched, sweat dripping down his temple, his entire body tense, tight, coiled. “Take it, Cho. Take every fucking inch.”

He gave her a quick break as saliva pooled at the sides of her mouth, although she seemed desperate to keep going, so Harry obliged.

“Now, let’s try that again,” he said.

Cho’s mouth fell open, tongue slipping out, eyes locked onto his, pupils blown wide, lips quivering. Harry didn’t hesitate. He slid himself back inside, slow and deep, his cock pressing against the back of her throat, feeling her shudder, feeling her throat tighten around him, hearing the wet, slick sound of her sucking, swallowing, moaning.

Harry groaned, his head falling back, jaw clenched, fingers twisting tighter in her hair as he rocked his hips, thrusting deeper, harder, feeling the heat of her mouth, the wet slide of her tongue, the way her lips stretched around him, pink and swollen and perfect.

“Fuck,” he growled, his voice rough, ragged, every muscle in his body tense, coiled. “You love it, don’t you? Love being on your knees for me, mouth full, eyes all glassy like you can’t get enough.”

Cho whimpered, the sound vibrating around him, sending a shock of heat straight through Harry’s spine. He shoved himself deeper, feeling her choke, feeling her throat constrict, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes, but she didn’t pull away.

“Good girl,” he muttered, his hips rocking faster, harder, his breaths coming in harsh, ragged pants. “Take it. Take every inch. Show me how much you fucking missed it.”

Cho’s fingers curled behind her back, her knees spreading wider against the cold marble, her mouth still working him, sucking, swallowing, taking him deeper, harder, wetter, the sound of it echoing in the empty bathroom.

Harry kept his grip firm, fingers twisted in Cho’s hair, holding her in place as he rocked his hips, slow and deliberate, thrusting deep, feeling her throat tighten around him. Cho’s eyes were glassy, dark, her mouth stretched wide, lips swollen and slick as she sucked him down, taking every inch, every thrust, every filthy, breathless command.

Harry’s jaw clenched, his teeth gritting as he watched her, the way her cheeks flushed, the way her nails bit into her own wrists behind her back, like she was barely holding herself together. His cock dragged against her tongue, sliding in and out, slick and hot and relentless, the wet, obscene sounds echoing around the steamy bathroom.

“Fuck, yeah,” he muttered, voice rough, a dark, dangerous rasp. “You look so sexy with my cock in your mouth.”

Cho whimpered, her eyes rolling back as Harry’s cock pushed deeper, the head pressing against the back of her throat, forcing her to swallow around him. She looked like she was loving it..

Cho’s breath came in short, sharp pants, her body trembling, her thighs pressed together, shifting against the cool marble as she tried to relieve the ache building between her legs. Harry saw it, the way she squirmed, the way her hips rocked forward, desperate, needy, fucking herself against nothing.

Harry’s grin widened, wicked, sharp. “Want it that bad?” he asked, pulling back, letting his cock slide free from her mouth, the tip glistening, her lips wet and swollen, her eyes dazed and half-lidded.

“Yes,” Cho breathed, her chest heaving, her tongue slipping out to lick the taste of him from her bottom lip, her gaze locked on his, dark and desperate. “I need it.”

Harry’s hand tightened in her hair, yanking her head back, forcing her to look up at him. “You think you deserve it?” he asked, his tone mocking, taunting, eyes narrowed as he dragged his cock along her cheek, smearing her skin with wetness, feeling her shiver beneath him.

“Yes,” she said again, louder this time, her voice rough, ragged, her thighs rubbing together as she tried to hold herself still, tried to keep her hands behind her back like he’d ordered. “Please, Harry.”

Harry chuckled, low and dark, his thumb stroking her cheek, feeling the heat of her skin, the way she was shaking, barely holding herself together.

 “Get up.”

Cho moved quickly, scrambling to her feet, her knees shaking, her hair wild and tangled around her face, her chest rising and falling with every desperate, gasping breath. Harry’s eyes dragged down her body, from the flushed curve of her cheeks to the wetness glistening on her inner thighs, the thin strip of her soaked panties visible beneath the pleated skirt.

Harry’s grip tightened on Cho’s hips, his fingers digging in, leaving red marks against her skin as he dragged his cock along her slit, the thick, heavy length sliding through her wetness, teasing, taunting, making her shudder beneath him.

Cho’s breath hitched, her nails scraping against the marble, her legs spreading wider, her back arching, pressing herself against him, desperate, needy, ready. “Please,” she gasped, her voice breaking, her body trembling as Harry’s cock slid back and forth, coating himself in her slick heat. “Harry, please.”

Harry’s grin sharpened, wicked, smug. “You’re so wet,” he murmured, his breath hot against the back of her neck as he leaned down, his chest pressing against her back, his cock slipping lower, nudging against her entrance but not pushing in. Not yet. “You’ve been dripping for me since breakfast, haven’t you?”

Cho moaned, her hips rocking back against him, desperate, her skin flushed, her body shaking as she tried to press herself down onto him, but Harry’s grip tightened, holding her still.

“I asked you a question,” he said, voice dark, low, dripping with command. “Answer me.”

“Yes,” Cho gasped, her forehead pressing against the cool marble, her eyes squeezing shut, her breath coming in short, sharp pants. “Yes, I’ve been — been dripping for you. Thinking about you. Fuck, Harry, please —”

Harry’s chuckle was low, dangerous, his hand sliding down her thigh, fingers trailing over the curve of her ass, teasing, taunting. “Bet you were touching yourself too,” he said, his tone dark, mocking, his fingers sliding between her thighs, brushing over her swollen clit just enough to make her whimper, her hips jerking against his hand. “Weren’t you?”

“Yes,” Cho breathed, her body shivering, her legs spreading wider as Harry’s fingers dragged through her wetness, circling her clit, rubbing slow, deliberate circles that made her gasp, made her knees shake, made her entire body quake beneath him. “Yes, Harry — was touching myself — thinking about you — need you —”

Harry’s jaw clenched, his cock throbbing against her, the head slipping against her entrance, so close, so fucking close. But he held back, grinding against her, dragging himself through her wetness, coating himself in her, feeling her tremble, feeling her body rock back against him, desperate to be filled.

“You want it that bad?” he asked, his hand sliding back up her body, his fingers tangling in her hair, yanking her head back, forcing her to look up at him, her cheeks flushed, her lips parted, her eyes dark, glassy, wrecked. “You want me to fuck you?”

Cho moaned, her back arching, her hips grinding back against him, her ass pressing against his cock, the slick slide of him making her shudder. “Yes,” she gasped, her voice breaking, her nails clawing at the marble. “Yes, Harry, fuck me, please —”

Harry’s grin stretched wider, dark, dangerous, his breath hot against her cheek as he leaned down, his mouth brushing against her ear. “Good girl,” he said, his voice a low, filthy rasp. “You know what to say.”

Cho’s entire body tensed, her breath catching, her thighs quivering as she pressed herself back against him, her ass grinding against his cock, her hands braced against the wall, fingers curling, nails scraping against the stone. “Please,” she whispered, her voice shaking, desperate, wrecked. “Fuck me, Harry. Fuck me hard.”

Harry’s eyes darkened, his jaw clenched, his grip tightening on her hips as he lined himself up, the head of his cock pressing against her entrance, feeling her shudder, feeling her body tense, feeling her entire body ready, begging, dripping.

“Since you asked so nicely,” he murmured, voice dark, filthy, his hands gripping her hips tight, his fingers digging in, holding her still.

And then he shoved forward, burying himself to the hilt in one rough, ruthless thrust, a low, guttural groan tearing from his throat as Cho cried out, her back arching, her nails clawing at the marble, her body trembling around him, clenching, pulsing, squeezing.

Harry grunted, his hands tightening on her hips, his cock dragging out slow, torturously slow, only to slam back in, hard and deep, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing around the steamy bathroom, filthy, desperate, raw.

Cho’s cries echoed against the walls, her breaths coming in short, sharp pants, her entire body rocking forward with every brutal, relentless thrust, her knees shaking, her fingers slipping against the marble as Harry drove into her, over and over, harder, faster, deeper.

“Fuck, yeah,” Harry growled, his jaw clenched, his body taut, his hips snapping forward, thrusting deep, feeling her pulse and shudder and clench around him, her cries getting louder, higher, desperate. “You take it so well. Take every inch, Cho. You love it, don’t you?”

“Yes,” Cho gasped, her voice breaking, her entire body trembling, her cheeks flushed, her nails clawing at the marble, her ass slamming back against him with every thrust. “Yes, Harry, yes — love it — love how you fuck me — harder — please —”

“Turn around,” Harry said, his tone firm, commanding, eyes dark, jaw set. “Hands on the wall.”

Cho’s eyes flashed, her lips parting in a breathless, needy moan as she spun around, her palms slapping against the cool marble, her ass jutting out, skirt riding high on her hips, the thin lace of her panties clinging to her like a second skin.

Harry stepped up behind her, his chest pressing against her back, his hands sliding up her sides, fingers digging in just enough to make her gasp. “Knew you’d behave,” he murmured, his lips brushing against the shell of her ear, his cock pressing against her ass, grinding slow and hard, letting her feel exactly how much he wanted this.

Cho whimpered, her hips rocking back against him, her nails scraping against the marble, her breath coming in soft, desperate pants. “Please,” she whispered, her voice shaking, her legs spreading wider, arching her back, pressing herself against him.

Harry’s hands moved down, fingers hooking into the waistband of her panties, pulling them down slowly, inch by inch, letting them slide over the curve of her ass, down her thighs, until they pooled at her ankles. He leaned back, dragging his cock along her slit, feeling how wet she was, how ready, how much she’d been waiting for this.

Harry’s grin stretched wider, his hands gripping her hips, holding her still as he leaned down, his mouth brushing against the back of her neck, his breath hot against her skin. “You ready?” he asked, his voice a low, dangerous rasp.

Harry’s grip was relentless, fingers digging into Cho’s hips as he drove into her, every thrust hard, rough, ruthless. Cho’s cries echoed through the steam-filled bathroom, bouncing off the marble, mixing with the wet, obscene slap of skin against skin.

Harry’s jaw was clenched, sweat dripping down his temple, his teeth gritted as he pounded into her, his cock dragging against her walls, feeling her clench around him, tight and hot and soaking wet. The sound of it was filthy, her wetness dripping down her thighs, slicking his cock as he slammed into her, over and over, harder, faster, deeper.

Cho’s fingers scraped against the marble, nails leaving crescent-shaped indents as she braced herself, her knees shaking, her back arching, her ass slamming back against him, taking every inch, every brutal thrust, her breaths coming in short, sharp pants. “Fuck, yes,” she gasped, her voice breaking, her cheek pressed against the cold marble, her eyes squeezed shut. “Harry, fuck — so deep — so fucking good —”

Harry grunted, his hips snapping forward, his hands sliding up her back, fingers trailing over the sweat-slicked curve of her spine, feeling her shudder beneath him. “Yeah?” he muttered, his voice rough, dark, filthy. “You like being fucked like this? Like a filthy little slut?”

Cho moaned, her nails clawing at the wall, her hips rocking back against him, meeting every thrust, her body desperate, needy, wrecked. “Yes,” she gasped, her breath hitching, her thighs quivering, her body tensing every time he drove into her, so fucking deep she could feel him everywhere. “Yes, Harry — love it — love how you fuck me — don’t stop —”

Harry’s grin was savage, his hips slamming forward, his cock hitting that spot inside her that made her knees buckle, made her eyes roll back, made her entire body tense and shudder. “You’re dripping all over me,” he growled, his voice a low, dangerous rasp, his hands grabbing her ass, spreading her open, watching his cock slide in and out of her, wet and slick and messy. “So fucking wet. You love this, don’t you? Love being fucked like this. Used like this.”

Cho’s moans grew louder, her fingers slipping against the marble, her body shaking, her breaths coming in short, desperate gasps. “Yes,” she cried out, her voice cracking, her head falling back, her hair wild and tangled around her flushed face. “Yes, yes, yes — fuck me, Harry — fuck me harder — please —”

Harry’s hand came down hard against her ass, the sharp crack echoing through the bathroom, making Cho cry out, her body jolting forward, her pussy clenching around him, tighter, hotter, wetter.

“Fuck,” Harry grunted, his hand sliding up her back, grabbing a fistful of her hair, yanking her head back, forcing her to look up at him, her eyes glassy, dark, desperate. “You love that, don’t you? Love being fucked like a little slut, bent over, dripping, begging for it.”

Cho’s breath hitched, her cheeks flushed, her lips parted, her eyes locked onto his, glassy and dazed. “Yes,” she moaned, her body trembling, her ass pressing back against him, grinding against his cock, the slick, wet slide of him sending shocks of heat through her. “Yes, Harry — harder — fuck me harder — use me — please —”

Harry’s grin stretched wider, dark and smug, his hips snapping forward, his cock slamming into her, deep and rough, feeling her shudder, feeling her body quake beneath him, her pussy tightening, pulsing, squeezing. “Yeah,” he growled, his fingers digging into her hips, holding her still as he pounded into her, each thrust harder, deeper, his breaths ragged, his jaw clenched. “Take it. Take every inch. Show me how much you fucking love it.”

Cho’s cries echoed through the bathroom, bouncing off the walls, filling the steamy, lavender-scented air, her body jerking forward with every thrust, her legs shaking, her knees barely holding her up.

Harry’s hand slipped around to the front of her body, his fingers sliding between her thighs, finding her clit, rubbing slow, tight circles, feeling her shudder, feeling her body tighten, feeling her breaths come faster, sharper, more desperate. “You gonna come for me?” he asked, his voice a dark, filthy rasp, his mouth brushing against her ear, his fingers pressing harder against her clit, his cock slamming into her, deep and relentless. “Come on, Cho. Show me how much you fucking love it.”

Cho’s entire body tensed, her eyes squeezing shut, her lips falling open, a strangled, desperate moan slipping from her throat as her climax hit her hard, her pussy clenching around him, her legs shaking, her nails scraping against the marble as her entire body shuddered, wrecked, ruined, completely undone.

Harry groaned, his jaw clenched, his hips slamming forward, feeling her tighten around him, feeling her come, feeling the wet, slick heat of her dripping down his cock.

It was enough to tip him over the edge.

He came ferociously deep in her pulsating pussy. His thick cum filled her up perfectly. Both of them just stood there for a second, legs trembling, trying to catch their breath’s.

“Fucking hell, Harry.” Cho gasped, “You’re getting so fucking good at this.”

Harry smiled as he kissed the back of her neck, before whispering in her ear, “Good, because there’s plenty more to come.”