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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_Rowling
  Relationship:
      Cho_Chang/Harry_Potter
  Character:
      Cho_Chang, Harry_Potter
  Additional Tags:
      Fanfiction, Het, Hogwarts_Era, Oral_Sex
  Stats:
      Published: 2010-10-11 Words: 1603
****** Mending Bridges Broken ******
by luvscharlie
Summary
     Cho Chang is determined to mend what went awry between she and Harry
     Potter.
Notes
     Warnings: Underage, oral sex, improper use of the Room of Requirement
     Author's Notes: Originally written for nonprofit_whore's request at
     the 2009 hp_summersmut exchange on Live Journal
Cho knew where to find him. He was not all that difficult to figure out. Boy
hero or not, he was still just a boy on the cusp of manhood, and she'd learned
from experience they were all very much the same.
She could hear the roar of the crowd outside as she wandered the empty
corridors of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She had only heard
second hand about the incident between Harry and Draco Malfoy that had landed
Harry in infinite detention with Professor Snape, and the details were vague at
best (at worst, hyped up to the degree that the rumours of lascivious goings on
in Moaning Myrtle's bathroom between Harry and Draco only grew wilder and more
detailed with every passing day). She turned a deaf ear whenever she could.
The only sound as she moved down the seventh floor corridor and farther away
from the pitch where the Gryffindor Quidditch team was bravely facing down
Hufflepuff without their star Seeker was the gentle swish of her skirt as she
rounded a corner. She passed by the tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy trying to
teach trolls to dance the ballet once, twice, then a third time and the door
appeared. She wasn't sure whether she should knock, but thought better of it
and turned the handle.
Harry startled at the sound of the creaking as the door swung forward to allow
her entry. He stood alone in the centre of the room, worried lines etched far
too deep on such a young face, Cho thought. This war was aging him; aging them
all, and stealing their innocence.
"What are you doing here?" he asked, his tone one of clear contempt. He still
had not forgiven her for Marietta's indiscretion last year. Perhaps
"indiscretion" was sugar coating it, but that was the way she preferred to
think of it.
"I thought you could use some company."
"You thought wrong." Harry turned from her to stare at a spot somewhere over
the suit of armour that had seemed to stand sentry over their secret meetings
last year.
Cho opted for a smile, in an attempt to thaw the air. She walked briskly around
to place herself directly in his line of vision. "Perhaps. Yet the room did let
me in, so it must be in agreement with me. You shouldn't be alone."
Harry opened his mouth to offer protest, seemed to think better of it, then
closed his mouth without sound, doing a fairly impressive mimic of a fish. Cho
attempted not to smile. Smiling would not earn her any bonus points with Harry.
She hated this really. It was a paying of dues, in a way, but in truthfulness,
she hated that the tables had turned. After all, last year it was Harry vying
for her attention. This year, he could barely look at her without disgust so
evident in his face.
"You know, Harry, you might throw me a wand here. I'd like to mend what was
broken between us last year."
"Broken trust doesn't mend so easily, Cho."
"Look, I don't now, nor did I then, agree with what Marietta did, but how long
do you plan to hold that against her? Against me? Last year things were—well
they were hard for all of us, not just for you, Harry."
Harry let out a sigh and the emptiness of the room made it reverberate off the
walls. He walked over to the velvet draped sofa that appeared out of nowhere
just in time to catch him as he sat. There are times this room is just creepy
in its ability to read our needs.
"Harry," Cho more sighed than said as she moved to sit beside him, "can't we
move past this? I don't agree with what Marietta did, but she was scared just
like—"
"Just like the rest of us. We were all afraid last year. None of us wanted to
cross Umbridge, but some of us felt there was no choice, and none of the others
gave us up no matter how scared they got, or who it put at risk for them to
remain a part of Dumbledore's Army."
Cho sighed and turned for the door. She opened it and started to walk through,
looking back once, then growing angry and slamming it closed again. This was
important after all. Far too important to give up so easily. She'd worked all
of summer holiday planning out in her head how this would go, how she would
mend this bridge between them and make things right again, and she wasn't about
to let his streak of stubborn male pride go and ruin it all.
It was time to be firm.
"All right, Harry. I've had enough. This whatever-it-is between us ends. Now."
Harry looked up from his place on the sofa clearly startled at her new found
voice of confidence. She noted his attention and silently reminded herself not
to let her voice crack in fear. Confidence. Confidence was of the utmost
importance.
"I want to put this behind us. I want to move forward. I want to go back to
that place where we were only starting to discover this thing that was
happening between us." Cho took a place beside him on the sofa, scooting in so
close that Harry might have moved away from her had there been anywhere else to
go. The sofa had immediately shortened itself so that there was only room for
the two of them to sit there—very closely together. There were times she loved
this room's intuition… even if it was creepy. It was dead useful in moments
like these.
Before Harry could interrupt and tell her to leave, Cho charged on. "A lot's
happening, changing outside these walls, Harry. I'm not sure that the school's
even safe anymore. I mean, Dumbledore's only one wizard. How long can he really
keep us all safe from what's waiting out there?"
Harry sighed in response and lowered his head. His posture slouched in a manner
that seemed, for lack of a better term, defeated.
Cho wasn't sure what possessed her to do it. Perhaps it was some unknown pull
over her that this magical room had, but she leaned forward and kissed him. A
soft brush of her lips over his, timid at first, but growing in confidence when
he didn't push her away.
There were things Cho knew she was good at; things of which she had some
experience, and she felt fairly certain Harry had none. Well, assuming those
rumours about him and Draco Malfoy in Moaning Myrtle's bathroom were
fabricated. Dear Merlin, let them be fabricated.
It was now or never.
"I can make you forget… for a little while. Things we do in here, well, maybe
they'll block out the outside world for a bit. A safe haven, if you will. It's
somewhere you don't have to be the chosen one. You can let down your guard and
just be Harry."
Harry swallowed visibly hard and leaned back. She could tell she was getting
through to him, wearing down his defences. "Will you let me, Harry? Will you
let me help you forget?"
Rather than answer her, Harry kissed her. His lips were warm against hers, his
resistance at an end as they broke apart, and she moved from the sofa to kneel
between his knees. Trembling fingers reached for his zip, and she waited for
his nod of assent to tug it down.
Harry raised his hips as she pulled down both trousers and pants to his ankles.
The warmth of his hardening flesh as her fingers wrapped round felt right in
her hand. Harry gasped as she made contact.
"Have you done this before?" she asked.
He shook his head reaffirming her belief that he had not. His eyes were closed,
head thrown back against the sofa. "No. Have you?"
"A few times." Cho took him in her hand and began to stroke, his hard, velvet
skin moving easily within the circle of her fingers. He moaned lightly, head
lolling about at the new sensations her ministrations were drawing from him. "I
can make it better, if you want?"
"Better?" Harry croaked incredulously. "Better? Seriously? It gets better?"
Cho smiled then leaned over him, flicking the under side of her tongue over the
head of his cock.
"Oh, Merlin!"
"Better?" she asked.
"Uh-huh. Better." Harry's voice was so high pitched that the words came out in
a squeak.
Cho wrapped her lips around him and began to move, her tongue trailing up and
down his shaft as she suckled. She felt Harry's timid hand move into her hair,
stroking her locks and brushing them behind her ear so that he could watch her.
Looking up at him as she moved her mouth, setting a rhythm, Cho winked, and she
noted that the corner of Harry's mouth turned up in a conscious smile.
Her mouth moved no more than five times up and down before he lost control. He
pulled her from her knees to snuggle in beside him on the sofa.
"That was— well, I don't know what that was, but I do know I liked it."
"Your eloquence astounds me, Harry," she said with a snort of derision.
"Give me a break, yeah? My mind's not exactly functioning at full capacity."
                                      ~*~
It wasn't perfect. She'd certainly had far more spectacular sexual encounters.
But, it was a start to mending what they once might have been on the path to
having… perhaps could have again. And for now, that was enough.
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