Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Your Best Kept Secret ❯ Your Best Kept Secret II ( Chapter 2 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

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I want to thank my best friend as well as my wonderful Beta, A.D., U EFFIN’ ROCK!


You stand outside the door and wonder if she is still there. You are running late and you know how much she hates to be delayed. You hesitate for just a minute and also wonder if he’s there. Oh they don’t think you know, but you do. You know that she loves you, but you also know that she’s not in love with you. You know she prefers to be with him and you know that she is, in fact, in love with him. You can see it in her eyes when she looks at him, you can feel it in her touch when you make love to her. Yes she loves you, but she’s not in love with you.
You walk through the door, you hear the bells chime when you open it. You walk in and see her immediately. God she’s so beautiful, she sees you and waves you over, so you make your way to her and you hug her, she pretends to be happy but the smile is only on her face, its not in her eyes. You know that the only reason why you are together in the first place is because of Ron and Ginny’s death. You two needed each other at that time; you took comfort in one another because you felt the sorrow deep within your souls. You loved Ginny and she loved Ron so you knew how she felt and she knew how you felt. So you did the only thing that made sense to you, you pursued her and when you got her, you kissed her, you made love to her, because when you did this with her, you didn’t feel the emptiness or the sorrow. You felt something, it was something that you hadn’t felt since Ginny died and you knew she felt the same way, and you knew that she was taking comfort in your caresses and in your kisses. You know this… but that was a long time ago. Two years is a long time. And though you needed each other then, now you feel that you are only together because it’s just something that you are familiar with.
“Harry, Hi! I was wondering if you were ever going to show up. I missed you today.”
You know she’s lying but you smile none the less.
“Hi baby, I missed you too.” You lie as well.
You hear her gasp, at first you wonder what this is all about but then you turn and see him, the one you knew would be there. Its Malfoy, though he’s been on the good side for many years now, you still feel anger build inside you, but it’s not ‘cause he was evil, its because you know that Hermione won’t be going home with you tonight, she’ll be going home with him, she loves him after all.
“Harry, Draco look’s so lonely there, do you mind if we go sit with him.”
You swallow the rush of anger and try not to flush, fighting against it. Voldemort taught you to not wear your emotions on you sleeve at least you hope you aren’t showing any emotions. You smile at her and you tell her that it sounded great. You wonder when you got so good at lying to her. She walks towards the table that Malfoy is sitting at and you watch very carefully to make sure he doesn’t touch her in any way. He looks at you, you see a flutter of something in his silver, eyes but you aren’t sure what it is and then it’s gone. You see her wave you towards the table you grab your butter beer and her martini and walk towards them.
You hear him say,
“It’s been a long time Potter, how have you been holding up?”
You want to yell at him and call him names, you want to scream at him and ask him “Oh, do you mean how have I been since I found out you were shagging my girlfriend? Or how I’ve been since I’ve realized that she didn’t even love me, she loves you. How do you think it makes me feel you son of a bitch?!” You smile at him and you swallow the lump of anger in your throat, you hope he didn’t notice how upset you were,
“I’m doing quite well thank you. I’ve been doing a lot of over-time with the Ministry of Magic and barely have time for anything else.” You keep talking but you know that he really isn’t paying attention, you see him trying to be discreet when he leans over and inhales her scent, you want to jump over the table and beat the shit out of him, but you don’t, you hold back. You continue talking about un-necessary things and then you see him jerk you clear your throat and ask him if he is alright, he tells you he’s fine and uses some excuse about being cold, you know he is lying, you didn’t see it but you know, Hermione and you know that she is probably the reason for the way Malfoy was acting, you feel the anger churning in your gut, you think you may vomit, you quickly stand up, they don’t notice your distress you quickly make an excuse and tell them you have to run to the loo. You walk towards the back of the Three Broomsticks, you don’t even look behind you, because you don’t want to take the chances and see something that may cause you to do something you regret. You run to the nearest stall and wretch up the alcohol you just drank, you know you’re not sick from the butter beer, no you’re sick because of Hermione and Malfoy, you’re sick because you know that right now they are probably kissing and groping each other at this moment, you’re sick because she keeps stringing you along, you hate her right now because of how weak you are, because you can’t let her go. You’re sick because of Malfoy, because you know that you will never be able to be what he is to her. You walk to the sink and rinse out the taste of bile in your mouth, when you look up you see your reflection in the mirror, you look pale, your eyes watering, you begin to cry. You are angered even more, you punch the mirror and the glass shatters and your hand is bleeding. You tell yourself that this was a stupid thing to do and pull out your wand, you point it towards the mirror and say in a clam voice “Repairo” the pieces of glass go back into place, and the cracks disappear. You look down at the cut on your knuckles, you cast a quick healing spell and heal your hand immediately…it sounds strange but you feel better now that you got that out. You walk back towards the table you are sharing with them and sit down. You finish your butter beer. Mafloy offers to buy you another one but you politely refuse, ‘cause even though you got out some of your anger, you are starting to get upset once again. You tell them that you have an early meeting with the Minister of Magic, this is a lie, but you have to get away,
“Good night Malfoy, Hermione, Love are you coming”
“No” she says “I think I will stay a little longer, if that’s okay?”
“OF COURSE IT’S NOT BLOODY OKAY!” You want to bellow, but you don’t, all you say is,
“Of course, I will see you tomorrow. Take care Malfoy.”
You walk out the door wallowing in self pity and guilt. You don’t apperate back home like you normally would, you decide that you need to take a long walk to get things straight. You know you have to break it off with her, you know you should because really, aren’t you doing the same thing to her? But if you do this, then it means it’s really over, that she will no longer be your anchor. But you know you must do this, you now you must let her go. If you let this continue much longer you’ll only end up doing something you regret in the end not that you haven’t already... you find yourself walking towards the Leaky Cauldron, you step inside. You go straight to the bar an order a double shot of fire whiskey. You quickly take the shot and feel the whiskey burning its way down through your throat and then a pooling of heat in your stomach. You order another, you don’t care what happens now, right now you just know that this will numb your feeling of dread. You take the shot again, you feel like you’ve been here for hours, but you know it’s only been a few minutes. You pay the bar tender and stand up to leave, you sway and almost fall over, when you feel a gentle hand grasp your arm. You look at the small dainty hand and wonder who’s it is. You look from the hand to the arm, up to the shoulders and then at her face…it’s Cho Chang. You smile at her,
“Cho. Long time no see…how have you been” you slur.
She smiles at you and says,
“I knew that you would be here.”
You look at her and smile again,
“Have you been looking for me, then?”
“Yes” she whispers. “I’ve missed you so much! The Quidditch season is over until next year, so I’m back here for a couple of months before we start practicing for another season.”
“I’ve missed you too…” you whisper back, “I’ve been going crazy not seeing you and not being able to hear your voice.”
She looks you in your eyes, her beautiful brown eyes staring into your deep green eyes. Her eyes, they aren’t the same color as hers, but for some reason you find Cho’s much prettier. You love the almond shape of her eyes, you love the way her bottom lip looks, full and pouty. You stare at her mouth, you want to kiss her, you want to take her here because you need her, but you know that it would be a bad idea. She runs her fingers through your hair, you break out in goose bumps. You quickly reach for her hand and caress it. You pull her towards the door and when you are outside you pull her into the alley next door. You gently push her up against the wall and lean in to kiss her and take possession of her lips, she moans giving you the chance to explore the inside of her mouth. She tastes like pure honey, she wraps her arms around your waist and pulls you closer to her as she deepens your kiss. This time it’s your turn to moan, Oh gods she feels so good. You can feel her voluptuous breasts pressing against you, your cock hardens, she gasps because she feels you, she feels it pressing up against her abdomen. Merlin you need her right now, you need her to rid you of the sorrow you are feeling. You reach up and caress her left breast, it so soft, you feel her nipples harden, you unbutton her blouse as you hungrily suck on her bottom lip. You get impatient and accidentally pop off most of its buttons, she doesn’t seem to mind and if she doesn’t mind then neither should you. You pull away and lift up her lacey white bra, and immediately suck on her nipples, first the right one then the left one. She arches into you, you try to pull away and apperate back to your place, but your mind is hazy with lust. You lift up her skirt and run them along her backside, then across her lower abdomen. You find your way inside her lacey knickers, oh gods, she so wet, so hot. You use all the power you can muster and try to pull away from her, but she keeps a hold of you. You look her in her eyes, you know she’s aching to feel you inside her,
“Cho” you whisper, “Don’t you want to go to my flat?” you ask her, quietly.
“No, Harry! I can’t wait right now, take me here, I don’t care, all I know is that I need to feel you inside of me! I need you to put out the fire burning inside me.” You think that this would be a funny comment if you were someone else, but right now all you care about is shoving your cock deep inside her and pumping into her until you come.
“Are you sure you want to do this, here, now?” you ask.
“Gods yes!”
So you caress her leg and she wraps it around your waist, you crouch a little to get at the right angle, she wraps her other leg around you. Her back is against the wall, you cast a disillusionment charm in case some one decides to find there way back here. You undo your belt buckle and then you trousers, your cock springs out, You move her knickers aside, you can feel her heat before you even plunge into her. Your dick twitches with anticipation, then without a second thought you shove it inside her. Oh god! You shiver from the feel of her sheath wrapped around your velvety hardness, you slowly start to move, pulling almost all the way out then slamming back into her, her tit’s jiggle as you plunge into her over and over again. You push in, you pull out, then slam into her again, push in, pull out, slam, push in pull out, slam. You begin to speed up, every time you slam into her you know that you’re hitting her spot, she is breathing heavily now and every time you hit her spot, she screams in rhapsody , you know you are about to explode, you feel her sheath clenching around you so tightly, you can’t move as fast, but it doesn’t matter because you feel it coming you slam into her one last time and you almost growl as you cum deep inside her womb, you’re coming so hard that you almost collapse to the ground, your legs feel like jelly and you’re light headed. God that felt so good. You feel as if there was a weight lifted, but you know it won’t last long.
You let go of Cho as she slides down, you gently pull out of her, oh Merlin, you’re so sensitive now. You lean into her, still heaving for breath trying to get oxygen into your brain, lest you faint from the sheer pleasure of the orgasm you just had. You place a soft kiss on her lips,
“Thank you” you say. She smiles at you and says
“Oh, this isn’t over” She pulls you towards her and apperate’s the both of you to her flat. She leans into you and begins to take off your clothes, your cock begins to harden again. You spend the whole night fucking forgetting all the troubles of the world, right now it’s just you and her. No one else, no Hermione, no Malfoy, no nothing… Tomorrow you will worry about them, tomorrow you will break up with her, because you know that you are falling in love with Cho and Hermione with Malfoy, you know this, so you must end it…but for right now it’s just you and Cho and no one else.
End Part II