Rising Sun

Rising Sun

by Icarus

Heat rose from the ground, a last trace of the unseasonably warm week they'd been having. As they walked through the leafy green of the school grounds, Harry nuzzled close to Cho, who turned towards him with a smile. He caught her hand and pulled her towards Hagrid's:

"I know a spot."

Cho flicked her hair off her shoulder, hesitating somewhat. Harry stopped a moment. His shoulders sank impatiently and he urged her onwards. She looked at Harry, licked her lips nervously. And then followed.

He climbed the slope behind Hagrid's garden and watched her climb up just behind him. She had really long legs, something you didn't get to see when she was in school robes. His eyes darkened appreciatively. Cho had been pretty last year, but over the summer she had really filled out. He wondered briefly if that changed her balance as the Ravenclaw Seeker? He ignored that irrelevant thought, though, since Quidditch was not what he had in mind.

She slipped a little at the top of the slight hill, but he reached and caught her. Her face was slightly flushed from the climb. He liked it, and drew her into a kiss.

"Harry, people can see us from here," Cho said breathlessly.

That was actually the best part to Harry's mind, but he nodded and, with arm about her waist (slim.. firm.. his mind was reeling), he pulled her into Hagrid's overgrown snapdragons.

"Harry -!" But Harry already knew that worry: "Somnus!"

The dragonhead blossoms quickly ceased snapping at them, their tiny fangs still apparent as they drooped into sleep. Harry sank into the pleasant shade and stretched out. Snapdragons smelled sweet. "That'll keep them quiet for at least an hour."

Cho sat down beside him. He rolled closer. Cho smelled sweeter than snapdragons. He told her so, and she blushed.

Then he started kissing her. It was better here. No worries about someone walking in, or furtive locking spells they hoped would outlast whatever countercharm was fired at them. No straightening mussed hair and pretending they hadn't been doing what everyone knew they were doing. Or Ron's embarrassing smirk at him from across the classroom.

Here Harry's hands tangled in straight, silky black hair, he arched against firm curves, hand smoothed along her warm back. Her blouse had a nubby pattern that wasn't nearly as nice as her skin underneath. Here, they could... Harry began unbuttoning her blouse from the bottom. Cho didn't protest. His hands were slightly shaky, but he had it undone and saw her lacy pink bra, which was familiar, but still a rare tease. Clearer here, in shadowed daylight, he could see the faint dark outline of a nipple. Harry panted. He reached around, but couldn't get the strap undone.

"How does this dratted thing work?" he finally asked in frustration.

Cho giggled, and reached for the clasp. In the front. Oh. And then the bra parted. Ohhhhh.

She was smaller than he expected somehow, smooth curves of silky white with pointed dark nipples. Harry just stared for a long moment, insensible, trying but unable to drink his fill of the sight. He wanted to see all of her and he slid her blouse off her chest, swept it off her stomach. She lay underneath him, graceful, leaves in black hair that striped the ground with a wavy pattern, white skin against a white blouse. Then with a faint moan, he lowered his mouth to taste her breasts. She seemed amused by his reverence.

His hand slid between her legs, and he kissed her again. His own shirt was open. Harry couldn't exactly remember when that had happened, but he leaned against her breasts, smooth skin on smooth skin.

He had a hard time concentrating on the kiss though, as his hand explored the softness between her legs. He reached for the button of her trousers. Her hand stopped him.

"I just want to see you," Harry said. "All of you." He reached for the button again. She hesitated, then nodded, still breathless from the kiss. He slid her trousers down over her hips, hooking her panties with them -- she looked a little surprised -- and he pulled his dangling shirt off, too. It was in the way.

Her hair was dark and curly, and slightly mashed from being in her trousers. Harry laughed a little.

Cho's brow furrowed. "What?"

Harry slid his own trousers off and said, "We match."

"You're so weird."

And there he was, naked against her. Ron is never going to believe this, Harry thought.

He rolled Cho on top of him, just to feel the weight of her on his -- oh there. Like that. Her hair was a little scratchy but... oh. As he snuggled into her he felt the softness. She was wet. Yeah! It was so nice, but maddening at the same time. She wasn't moving, but he needed to. He rolled her back underneath him, kissing her again.

"Harry. Don't," she said into the kiss. He brushed the hair off her face and nodded. He devoured her again, and then had a sudden devilish grin.

"I know what you'll like."

Cho looked puzzled. He kissed the tips of her breasts, and she giggled underneath him. "That tickles." He beamed.

Harry wasn't sure how to do this part exactly, but Fred and George swore by it. They said it tasted bad at first, not to mention the kind of fishy smell, but -- here goes.

He was glad he had fair warning. But he was excited to find a clear sign of interest as he explored her with his tongue. His eyes glinted up at her. So. She acted cool, but she couldn't hide it now, no more than he could hide how hard he was. He searched with his tongue. There should be more... where was...oh, there! He applied his tongue vigorously and watched her sigh in response, wanting. He moaned as his eyes swept the landscape of her breasts, the silky thighs next to his face, and he buried himself in her. Harry clambered up on top of her; he just couldn't stand any more.

"Harry," she said breathlessly. "There's plenty of time for that."

"Let's... c'mon..." He slid along her and was rewarded with a slight gasp. His face was inches from hers, her angled eyes nearly round, but very dark. He moved slightly again. It was so slick now, so easy. "At least this much."

She nodded, and he moved against her, trembling. His pace increased, but he lost any kind of rhythm and slid off. There wasn't enough pressure. He really needed his hand but he wanted... oops. That slid a little close to, uh... they were both wide-eyed. "Um. Maybe underneath."

He slid himself between the cheeks of her arse. Smooth, round, but not wet. He got grass stuck to himself, and shook his head. He tried on top again.

"Harry --"

"No. Here," he said. And nudged, and then slid across the top of her. That was better. Much better. "See?" It was hard to keep up at any steady pace like that. This was so frustrating!

He pressed up against her harder than he intended. Oh, god, he was almost inside. Cho's eyes widened.

"Please?" he said. "I - I can't take this."

"Here?"

"Sure!" he grinned brilliantly. She laughed.

"I don't know."

He pressed up against her, rubbing. Pleading. "Please?" He moved into position and -- oh... so good. He pressed against that soft spot a little more firmly.

"Wait... Harry..."

"It's okay, it's okay," he said, breathless. He really couldn't do this much longer.

"Oh..." She looked up at his anxious face and said finally, "Don't tell anyone, okay? Not even Ron."

Harry nodded quickly.

He didn't go in as easily as he imagined. That soft place wouldn't give, but it felt so good anyway and he couldn't wait. He'd waited for this so long. He pressed harder, hoping that didn't hurt, but it wasn't doing anything.

"Harry?"

Shit, what if Cho changed her mind? "Shh. Just -- here."

Harry changed his position and got some leverage, hooking his hands over her shoulders. He thrust sharply, and felt her give, soft and warm. Oh God, almost. He tried again, a little harder this time.

She yelped and he felt himself inside. "Sh! Don't yell -- someone will hear us."

"It hurt!"

"Sorry. It wasn't going in!"

"Harry..."

"Shhh, it's okay, no one's coming."

"All right."

"Oh God, this is so good," he said. She smiled at him. He held himself still a moment, just feeling this, and then he started to move a little. Were you allowed to move like that? It seemed so coarse and animalistic. She was so tight around him, after only a few strokes, he surged inside her. "Wow." So this is what people were talking about. Amazing.

Cho had a slight disappointed crease between her eyes.

"Bloody amazing," Harry said, and rolled off of her.

Cho just stared up at the trees. She cuddled around him a bit, but Harry started to feel a little sticky, and uncomfortable suddenly; faintly guilty. He was highly aware of a rock, digging into his back. He didn't want to use their clothes to wipe up. He usually wanked in the shower where he could wash. He hadn't thought of this part. Of course, he hadn't planned this either, really. Not this far. Harry was impatient to get out of these bushes.

"Let's go," he said, reaching for his clothes.

"Now? Already?" Cho said. She frowned slightly.

"Yeah. We can wash up inside."

Once they were dressed, he helped her stand. He took a leaf out of her hair. Wouldn't do to run into Hagrid and have him guess where they'd been.

~*~*~

Upstairs in the Gryffindor bedroom Ron gawked. Everyone else was gone, and he and Ron sat in the window alcove. They were supposed to be doing homework, but Harry couldn't keep his mind on his Charms textbook, and no wonder. He had missed Quidditch practice -- he totally forgot! -- and Harry tried to make excuses. But he went in circles and didn't make any sense. Finally, he'd told Ron. Ron certainly accepted that explanation.

"No kidding - you did? Really? Whoa," Ron said. He leaned closer. "So, ah, how was it?"

Harry basked in the admiration of his best friend as he described the afternoon. He'd actually been feeling a little strange, not disappointed, no. Not exactly. He really didn't know what he felt. But now, Harry started to feel pretty good about it all, as Ron stared open-mouthed at each salacious detail. Harry beamed proudly at his best friend and Ron shook his head. This was a little more like he'd expected to feel.

On the way to dinner, Seamus approached him, "Hey Potter! Well done, mate!" and clapped him on the back. Harry blushed.

Fred and George caught up with him later.

"Joined the ranks of men, have you?" asked Fred.

"You know what means --" said George.

"-- you need a cold shower!" added Fred.

Harry suddenly felt his arms pinned behind his back. It was Ron, grinning. Oh, shit. He'd forgotten about this. Ron was supposed to have kept it quiet! Though he hadn't minded Seamus. Neville was there, a towel draped around his neck, along several other Gryffindor boys, probably whomever they could gather up. They hooted as Harry laughed and struggled on Ron and Seamus' shoulders. It was no use; they were a lot bigger than him.

The Gryffindor boys carried him out to the lake, and on the count of --

"One - Two - Three!"

-- they threw him in with a skidding splash. The Hufflepuff Quidditch team hovered and watched with interest, stalled in their practice. Harry sputtered as he sat in the shallows, and spat out cold water.

"For the honor of Gryffindor, Harry --" Fred intoned in a mock ceremony as old as Hogwarts. The others joined in: "-- keep it in your knickers!" they shouted, and laughed hysterically.

Neville handed Harry the towel as he climbed out, coughing.

Harry was soaked, dripping with freezing cold water. He'd had sex for the first time. His friends had teased him mercilessly.

It was a perfect day.

~*~*~

At breakfast the next morning, the Great Hall was abuzz. Fred and George toasted Harry from the end of the Gryffindor table, embarrassing him horribly. Harry felt slightly uncomfortable at the idea of seeing Cho again, and was grateful that she didn't show up at breakfast.

At lunch, Malfoy was a bastard as usual:

"That filthy tart will have anyone, even you, Potter," Draco spat. Harry knew Draco was just jealous and so only grinned at him. On the other hand, it was good thing Cho wasn't there to hear that. She'd missed breakfast and lunch. It was weird -- where was she? Harry hoped she wasn't sick. It had been rather damp under the bushes.

At lunch, Hermione refused to sit by them, giving both Harry and Ron the cold shoulder; she wouldn't explain why. "As if you don't know," she fumed, turning her back.

Ron shrugged. He couldn't figure girls out either.

Outside the Great Hall, Harry nearly walked directly into Cho Chang. She was flanked by a cluster of her friends. They did not look pleased and exchanged meaningful glances.

"Harry. We need to talk," Cho said, calmly. Uh-oh. Calm was never a good sign with her.

She pulled him aside to the trophy room, locked the door with a quick charm, and proceeded to berate him roundly. Harry couldn't even get a word in edgewise as she ripped him for telling the whole school, which was not his fault -- the only person he told was Ron. And he certainly didn't tell Malfoy!

"You promised you wouldn't tell!" Cho said, furious to the point of tears.

"But I had to tell Ron! He's my best friend!" Harry said, exasperated. How could she not understand? You don't keep things like this from your best friend!

"You care more about your best friend than you do about me!"

"Of course I do!"

Even as the words left his lips, Harry knew that was not the right thing to say.

Later, Harry's books and scrolls were flung angrily across the Gryffindor bedroom, a chair kicked over in the corner. The others let him be -- of course the whole school already knew.

On the whole, when Harry had a chance to think about it, with his eyes hot and squeezed shut, it was sort of a relief she had dumped him. Sort of. Things had changed really fast, too fast, and he hadn't known what to do.

It made things easier. In a way.

Finis.