07- puddifoot's

As he lied face-up to the ceiling on his four-poster bed, Harry bemused himself with images of Ron's face and build, but the same concerns arose, with the complicated poisonous ivy grown on their relationship. Harry didn't want to overthink it anymore: he uncaged his mind from the eventful day, and joined the others with newfound carefreeness in the great hall for dinner when the time came.

The night blipped by with scarce dreams and a full stomach. Harry had spared no expense of stomach storage, and had stuffed his face last night. The steady stream of snow seemed to thicken overnight, and meek sunlight shone through the dormitory windows. Harry got dressed and went down for breakfast with Ron. The small Sunday morning shone as the precedent to the first Hogsmeade visit of the Christmas holidays. Harry suddenly remembered the note from two days before.

"Dunno, man, could be anyone." Ron said as he read the handwritten note. He didn't seem to approve nor disapprove of the note, as he just seemed exhausted and drained. Harry noticed this, and said,"You don't have to come to Hogsmeade today if you don't want to, I'll be fine on my own." Ron persisted, by the circles of black under his eyes were evident.

"It's fine, you can stay here and rest, you deserve it, I'll even buy the things you need for you." Ron finally caved, and collapsed into his bed, as Harry readied himself for this 'date'. Deodorant was an essential of course, as Harry applied the one that Dean had gifted him for Christmas, as it smelled quite pleasant. Harry wondered whether he should shove his legs for the occasion, but finally decided against it, as it would take too much time, and he might not even like this person. Dean, Seamus, and Neville had asked Harry if he wanted to go with them, but Harry kindly rejected the offer, making up an excuse instead of telling them about his date. Harry wore his newly laundered tee and trousers, which complimented his looks flatteringly in his eyes. He put together the finishing touches like breath mints and hair gel, and decided that he was ready.

The village of Hogsmeade had once again transformed into a whimsical, gingerbread, fantasyland, as snow and icicles glazed the shells of each store and building. Colorful Christmas decorations were still warmly littered around the path, with a wreath here, and a tinsel roof there. Small crowds of carolers patrolled the streets, merrily laughing and sipping warm butterbeer on this snowy day.

Harry immediately paved his way to Madam Puddifoot's hearty tea shop, the supposed 'most romantic place in Hogsmeade'. Harry's heart did a somersault as he realized he was about to find out who 'C.C.' is.

Extravagant pink and magenta walls stemmed around him as he entered the store, frantically searching for his date. Everything was heart-shaped in this place, from the stained glass windows to the mouth-watering scones and the little white teacups. A single figure sat at the far corner of the shop, and she seemed to be waiting for someone. Harry was positive that this was his date, and he nervously and subtly walked up to her. Before he could even reach the seats, Harry's jaw immediately dropped to the ground.

Cho Chang,

the girl of his dreams, was sitting cross-legged at the empty table, casually smiling and gesturing for Harry to join her. Harry was too stunned to even process what was going on at the moment, quickly sitting down on the opposite side of the table, parallel to her.

He suddenly felt awkward to have not shaved his legs.

"Howarebyou?" Harry mumbled.

"Sorry?" Cho gave a cute chuckle. "I mean who- how are you, Cho?" Harry restated awkwardly."Oh I'm fine, thank you." Cho replied, still smiling.

"I wasn't expecting you here." Harry admitted. "I heard that you were on a cruise with your parents."

Cho's face twisted, perplexed, and then quickly replied. "Oh, the trip was cancelled, so I didn't have to go back home for the holidays." "Oh, I'm sorry to hear that, you wanna order?" Harry asked."Sure." she replied, and fetched the waitress.

"Um, I'll have a warm tankard of butterbeer." Harry said to the impatient waitress, who quickly scribbled his order down on a notepad."I'll get the same thing." Cho said. The waitress hastily hurried off to the kitchens, leaving the two alone again.

"So, Cho, you wrote this note?" Harry pulled up the piece of paper. "Oh yeah.", she nodded, and added "Sorry Harry, I didn't know how to do it, with your friends there all the time, and I really like you." "It's alright, because I also kinda had a thing for you, but I never thought you'd like me back." Harry admitted.

Cho smiled in delight and reached over the table to peck him in the cheek. A warm tingling sensation set off like a fire alarm inside Harry, and his heart jumped for joy, as the tankards of butterbeer were delivered to their table.

Harry found the rest of his date to go extremely well, as they exchanged jokes and comments about professors. Harry and Cho were both laughing uncontrollably and hiccoughing through their sips of butterbeer as Harry joked that Professor Vector looked like a deformed eel.

With no warning, Cho suddenly grabbed Harry's arm and pulled him into a hot, messy, passionate make-out session. Tastes of warm butterbeer and spearmint peppered Harry's lips, as the pair explored each other's tongues, finding and tasting every edge of the hot lips and throat. Harry's dick welled in the warmth, and hardened rapidly, as Cho rubbed her hands on his shoulders seductively. When the two finally broke apart, their faces were filled with a new joy, and a new desire. They caught each other's eyes and knew exactly what they were both thinking of.

Without a word, they quickly sprinted out of the tea shop and back up the path they came down. The flights of stairs leading to the Gryffindor common room were no obstacle compared to the burning longing they had for making love. As the portrait of the Fat Lady came into view, Cho shouted:

"Protege Totalum!", and the painting swung open to reveal the rosy common room inside. Without another thought, Harry led Cho up to his empty dormitory, and pushed her onto his bed.

"Oh, please make love to me, Harry Potter." Cho squealed. Harry shut the windows and locked the door, and went back to passionately kissing Cho, as her hands undid his shirt buttons, stripping Harry's torso naked, and gasping slightly as she saw Harry's toned body.

Harry hastily took his tie off, and used his teeth to quickly undo Cho's shirt buttons as well, unveiling her sexy sports-bra underneath.

The bra was next to come off, revealing her humongous, juicy titties that bounced up and down like that woman in the floo porn.

Harry was immediately reminded of the sex dream he had about Cho not long ago, therein her pussy streamed with sexual fluids. Harry then wrapped his lips around her nipples and sucked on them as Cho's tongue found Harry's belly button.

The two moaned in sexual pleasure, and Harry dwindled his fingers along Cho's skirt, and ripped it down her gorgeous legs. Cho moaned louder, and Harry took off his trousers in such a haste that his zipper was now jammed. Harry tore off his boxers and revealed his hard red penis. Cho inhaled sharply at the sight of his dick, and Harry wasted no time to insert his schlong through the hole between Cho's bouncing melons, shoving it straight down her throat.

Cho choked, but a gleeful glint in her eyes urged Harry to keep mouth-fucking her, as she sucked on his shaft. Her hot saliva glazed his entire cock, and Harry pulled it out for a second, wetting her tits with the saliva off his dick. But Cho quickly engulfed the cock with her lips again, gulping down her saliva profusely, and blowing Harry the best he had ever known.

The luxurious taste of Harry's hard cock trained her to beg for another sloppy deepthroat. Small ejections of telltale cum were starting to cake the tip of Harry's penis, just to be licked clean by Cho's talented tongue. Once he reeled back again, Cho spread her legs, exposing her tight vagina to Harry.

It was somehow even better than Harry had imagined, and was already oozing with a transparent pus that Harry wanted to taste so badly. His tongue wounded its way to the hole, nearing the opening. Harry licked his lips and swooped straight in, and as his taste buds touched the fluid, a heavenly taste warmed his tongue, as he continued to blow her vagina with pleasure.

Cho groaned and moaned, as Harry varied his approach into her pussyhole, from fingering to blowing. But Harry couldn't wait anymore, as he retracted his fingers and retrieved a butterbeer condom from his front pocket and rolled it tight onto his large cock. Harry then grinned and unmercifully rammed his dick into her. Cho screamed and moaned and begged him to carry on, and Harry punctured Cho's tight pussy profusely, his huge dick squeezing with the lubrication of her tasteful, alluring, wetness.

"Fuck! Cho, you're so tight!" Harry grunted deafeningly, as the friction between her soft vaginal skin and his dick in the latex sleeve became increasingly and tantalizingly pleasurable.

Harry humped her with all his might, and moaned in pleasure as his dick became sore.

But at that exact moment, Cho's vagina started sealing itself, and Harry's dick was pushed back out of her sphincter. Harry dazedly looked up in bewilderment. "What the fuck is going on?" Harry shouted at Cho, whose apologetic face suddenly contorted and bubbled as if under magic's influence.

Harry didn't understand. What was happening? But as Cho's black hair became lighter and shortened, and her face became more squared, Harry suspected he knew exactly what was occurring: it had to be the work of a certain polyjuice potion that Harry had had many experiences with.

And as Harry glared back at her, he was mortified to see the face of no other than his housemate, Colin Creevey.