This is how you do it

This is the option where Cho shows Ginny exactly how good she is without an advantage...then how good she is with an advantage.

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Hermione's POV

I always choke on this thing. What does Ginny think I am, a snake that can swallow whole? Even if I could I don't know why I'd want to, this thing can damage your trachea so easily. I've read up on it.

I asked her the first time she wanted me to deepthroat her if I could use magic. She said no. It's more of an achievement if I can train my throat into taking it all.

Three months later I'm still struggling, with only half her penis in my mouth and throat, until she gets impatient and uses brute force to bury herself. And then she just pulls out after a few seconds and we're moving on. Always quick to target my more important holes.

This time Ginny is in a rush, and doesn't want to get too sweaty so it's only a quick blowjob. She confuses my efforts for enthusiasm, I just wanted her cock out of my mouth as quick as I can.

”Use your tongue more” Ginny pants out.

My knees were digging uncomfortably into the carpet. The sort of bland type of carpet you see in schools, that leave line marks in your skin. Why we needed that for ”our” bedroom I don't know.

Why can't we do this on the bed, why am I on my knees by the dresser and she in the chair? But I don't question anything, I just DO.

I’m completely clothed, quite a rarity in this place. She's naked from the waist down, her upper body formally clothed in a smart white blouse and purple blazer. She's going to another business dinner, this time with the Muggle magazine Vogue. They don't know she's a witch yet, the plan is for Ginny to get famous in the Muggle world and then bring to light the magical communities.

I've got no qualms with the idea. I love it actually. But this woman isn't quite the model I wanted representing us magical folk. Still, smoke and mirrors is better than nothing at all she says.

Ginny gasped, the work I put in was finally paying off. But then she asked me for the time, without letting me utilise my mouth for speech purposes. I threw my attached wristwatch in her face unceremoniously. ”Twelve minutes. I think I have time to bust one quick nut.”

Then before I could cherish the freedom of my mouth, I'm pulled up into her lap and I'm also naked from the waist down in a flick of her wrist. A well practiced shift and she's buried to the base in me.

”Ah, beautifully tight as usual. Let's hope the changes to the formula work.” She's referring to the fact the fertility part of the potion hasn't been working, to my huge relief. Her sperm cells too compacted together and restricting of movement, the cells die before they get anywhere near my eggs. In simpler terms, her cum was TOO thick and gloopy.

I, of course, have been introduced to the potion production. As far as Ginny knows I haven't found where she went wrong, except I do in fact know what went wrong. Simply stirred too fast. Correct direction and right amount of circulations, but a few seconds too fast. I haven't told her this, only told her to buy a new cauldron (to rule out residue from previous potions) and experiment with dosage.

She doesn't quite understand what a slower approach looks like. Her slow is a potioneers leisurely pace, at best. It should take five seconds for each complete stir, not two or three. Because of this Ginny is never likely to solve the problem naturally, so this is quite an entertaining part of our relationship.

A relationship it technically is. I'm here by choice, not emotionally but physically, and that's enough.

We go for dinner sometimes, always to a fast food place despite the amount of money Ginny earns, three times more than my own income and growing.

We live together in the country, a house built entirely for us right beside the Burrow.

Our family and friends support us, although I wish they didn't.

We sleep in the same bed, hardly sleeping at all. I pretend I'm a really early bird to Ginny, when in actual fact I'm sleeping on the sofa to escape her snoring.

She kisses me, touches me when in public and shags me senseless every chance she gets (as long as she's had her potion). WE’VE NEVER HAD SEX WITHOUT THIS DAMN THING INSIDE ME INVOLVED.

But she doesn't hold my hand. Embrace me. We don't cuddle. She doesn't massage my shoulders, it's the other way round with no return offering. She doesn't say she loves me. She doesn't particularly enjoy my company, or share many of my views.

I'm a sex slave. Not a lover.

She cheats on me, not like I actually care for like I said I don't consider this a relationship. But I wish she'd run off with one of those other girls, have babies with them and let me get back home to where I want to be.

Of course, I don't want Ginny to do this treatment to someone else, so I pretend I love Ginny. I need her in my life (lie), and I'll always be hers (never). Because as long as Ginny believes those two things, she'll try and keep me forever and spare other people from my fate.

But I don't want to be here forever. I didn't want to be here period. I don't love Ginny, and I never will. Only in recent years have I even begun to like Ginny as a friend. And now I know why Ginny suddenly became so likeable and attentive.

My decision to make her maid-of-honour was to keep the Weasley's satisfied. They never approved of me and Cho. They being Molly. But now they're all happy with this relationship I'm in, ignorant to how out of the blue it was and that I was suddenly no longer head over heels for Cho. I stand in front of them and think ’why in the hell was I seeking approval from these people?’

Harry, Ron, Luna and Neville were the only ones who were dubious, gave Ginny and me a hard time over the facts. I couldn't tell you how badly I wanted to blurt out the truth and cry, and maybe if I had I might already be back with Cho, but the pain my former fiancee must have surely had, made me think fighting against this was pointless. Cho won't take me back after what I did.

The only thing going for me...is the sex. I won't kid anyone, the sex is fantastic. I'm having the best sex of my life with Ginny. I hate knowing it, but I've never cum as hard with Cho as I have with Ginny. It's the only thing I will miss if everything went back to how they were before.

I'm only human, if I wasn't I'd hate everything and have nothing to be happy about. And I would prefer that. I need some happiness now that I no longer have Cho, if that only comes in the form of mind-numbing sex then sobeit.

So much for not getting sweaty, on this hot summers day I'm riding Ginny like a rodeo bull, and she's making quite an effort too. Loud noises upstairs of cries and moans, loud squelching noises of Ginny's lap smacking my bum.

”Ahhh fuck, gonna fill you up. You love it don't you Mione?”

”Oh, yes” That's all I love regarding you.

”Yeah, you do. Ride that cock. No cock like my cock.”

Yeah, guys can't match the size, girls don't even have that tool advantage besides strap-on dildos. Which I shamefully didn't try with Cho, in that sense I know Cho would be better in this department. She was very attentive and inventive, perhaps more than Ginny ”the expert”.

She struck a very sensitive place inside me and my orgasm was upon me. I screamed and clung to her neck as I clenched. I made her wince in part pain part pleasure, squeezing her large cock with the additional tightening of my vagina.

Then it was her turn to scream, and with a swelling pulse she came inside me, anchoring me down where our bodies met. It's thickness felt just the same as always, and with a cognitive mind I might have had a bit of smugness to my post-sex reaction. But all either of us could do was lean on each other and pant in exhaustion.

It always takes a full minute for Ginny to finish cumming. Usually she'd leave the smell of sex on her, she literally won't wash for days. Sexual residue was a hot turn-on for her, she thinks I love it too, when I REALLY do not.

But given Ginny's plans for the evening she had to freshening herself up. Without a verbal exchange we redress ourselves and go our merry way.

Finally, I can be away from her.

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Like a homey partner Ginny wants me to be, emulating her own mother, I monotonously say ”good luck” as she descends the stairs. She either didn't hear me properly or respect me, for she just sniffed it off and said ”DO wait up for me. I think we'll be set for the biggest celebratory sex ever when I get home tonight.”

Knowing she's not going to listen to me, I groan to myself ”I suppose you'll fuck them into doing a deal.”

I was correct, she didn't hear me. She was slightly distracted however when she saw the door slightly ajar. “Fuck me sideways, will you learn to shut a door properly.”

Affronted and feeling attacked I heatedly retaliate “I’ll have you know that you were the last person to come through that door, how dare you blame me?”

“Fuck I haven’t got time for this” Ginny then opened the door fully and nearly walked into a raised wand.

She was frozen, staring at the wand. She hadn’t even recognised the owner of that wand, and neither could I from my position. I instinctively drew my wand, but that’s when I recognised the wand itself. My heart jumped. “Cho!”

Ginny took a few steps back and my love stepped over the threshold and into the home. Her eyes smartly never left Ginny, but her voice was so full of warmness when she spoke to me “hello Mee.”

I rushed forward, aiming to jump into her arms, then I realised this may not be a friendly visit and her wrath may consist of my wrongdoing as well as Ginny’s. I stop just off to the side.

Ginny isn’t scared as she might’ve been before, but she definitely considered the threat of Cho’s wand. “You look a little rough there Chang, times getting you down?”

It was true, Cho had clear signs of sleep deprivation. Her clothes weren’t ironed but were stained. She was significantly skinnier. Her hair was the most haphazard I’ve ever seen it. She wore no make-up, not that she wore lots anyway but she was accustomed to a little artificial decor.

But despite all that she was still my beautiful Cho.

“Times have been tough Ginny. I’m sure you’re aware the Tornadoes terminated my contract” Cho spoke like she was having small talk, but the tone of accusation and hatred was unavoidably noticeable.

“I heard, luck just isn’t on your side is it?”

“Awfully convenient you know, wouldn’t you say? I should at least have claimed my buy-out money, after all the clause in the contract states I must be paid my remaining weekly earnings up until my contract expires. Merlin knows why I was denied that” Cho continued this little game.

“What did your agent say about it?” I wanted to slap Ginny’s grin off her face for the both of us. But Cho avoided taking the bait.

“My agent moved onto pastures new roughly around the same time. Isn’t he your agent now?”

There was a clear picture being painted here. One that I didn’t need to be knowledgable on sports to understand. Ginny wasn’t satisfied with wrecking Cho’s personal life, she had to sabotage her professional life too. “Yeah Doug, he’s a good bloke Doug, we’ve got very good taste in agents Cho.”

Cho flickered her gaze to me and back so quickly, if I had blinked I wouldn’t have seen it. “And girls obviously.”

My heart soared at the implication she still had feelings for me. I shouldn’t have been surprised because Cho’s love felt like it had its own physical consistency when we were together, but I wholeheartedly expected some bitterness at least. The only bitterness was clearly aimed at Ginny.

“It’s amazing how your story has touched so many hearts Ginny. The world is convinced you’re the greatest love icon for people of all sexualities, you’re even breaking into the Muggle world.”

Ginny was smiling but I saw a glimmer of annoyance. “So that’s why you’re here, going to tell the world the truth and you want me to watch it all crumble, is that it?”

Cho scoffed and broke her pretence “do you really think I’m that stupid, I’m the fucking bad one here. My word couldn’t be less credible. I would bring only scorn and aggravation by saying a word against you. But forget that, do you really think I care what the world thinks?”

Ginny stuck her nose up at Cho “then if you’re done wasting my time, you can take your wand away from my face and get out before I call the Auror department.”

It was Cho’s turn to smirk “oh I’m not going anywhere. Like I said I don’t care what the world thinks, I don’t care what you think, but I do care what she thinks.”

Ginny laughed “you’re hilarious, but I admire your spirit. Sadly, Hermione isn’t thinking about you. She’s got far too much else on her mind.”

“If you’re so confident why don’t do you let her tell me?” Cho challenged.

Ginny smirked and turned to me. Cho didn’t take her eyes or wand off Ginny, but she was itching for me to speak. Put her out her misery by agreeing with Ginny, or make Cho’s day by contradicting her; she was ready for either one.

I couldn’t speak, all too raw and pressuring. I wanted to reel off all the aspects of the situation that I was unhappy with, and there was a long list, but where would it get me. Is Cho seriously looking to rekindle what we had, or was this a desperate last act of hope? Did it even matter, Ginny had the reins and has proved how manipulative she can be?

I remained speechless, only shrinking into myself even more by the dual scrutiny. In the end it was too long, Ginny’s smirk widened and Cho’s shoulders deflated. “There’s your answer” Ginny supplied.

“She didn’t say anything, how’s that an answer” Cho countered, still not looking as confident as before.

I was screaming at myself inside to do the right thing, be courageous for the first time in months. Let her know I still love her, even if nothing comes of this.

“She doesn’t need to answer, if she wanted you this would be the perfect opportunity to tell you. She doesn’t, so learn when you’re defeated Chang.”

After a moment of silence in which I thought we all were waiting for Cho to turn and leave, my former fiancée surprised at least two of us when she responded. “That’s where I have to disappoint you, because I never give up, I WON’T EVER give up. And you haven’t won, you can’t until we’ve fully concluded who the victor is.”

Ginny drones in a mocking tone “I have Hermione, she lives here with me. It’s me who’s fucking her every night. Multiple times a day sometimes. We’ve done things you could only dream about, and it’s my child she will carry. The victor is me, idiot.”

Cho smiled again “Will? Shouldn’t that be IS carrying?” Ginny looked to be mildly embarrassed, her intention probably was to lie and claim I was pregnant, she carelessly got carried away with trying to gloat to her rival.

Cho continued anyway “that’s interesting to know things haven’t quite gone according to plan for you. But I digress, if I’ve only been imagining the things you two have been up to, then wouldn’t the real test be for me to have a go at them myself? Surely that would be a true indication of who’s better?”

Ginny laughed “wow you’ve got balls, figuratively speaking. But I’m not going to just let you fuck Hermione now am I?”

Cho laughed right back. “No I suppose not. Which is why I’ve got this” she swirled her wand in a quick circle but only in a simple gesture, reminding her that it did have a purpose. “I’m just taking a leaf out of your book and doing it regardless of whether you give your permission or not.”

Ginny looked cool but her body was telegraphing a quick draw of her own wand. It was an impossible job, but typical Ginny was always going to try anyway. I know Cho was waiting for the slightest twitch, and she wouldn’t hesitate when it came. “Of course, I’m not like you, I want my sexual partners to consent of their own free will BEFORE the act itself. And I don’t intend to drug her into it.”

“She’s already shown you once that she’s not interested, you really are barking mad” Ginny had lost a lot of composure, finally feeling threatened despite the front she put up.

I thought Cho was going to continue this back and forth, in which I was the topic and sole spectator.But for the first time since she stepped through the front door, she took her eyes off Ginny and eyed me instead. I was reunited with the most crystalline glow, and when they say eyes are the window to the soul they’re referring to Cho’s eyes specifically. “Mee, please, let us love each other one more time.”

When she spoke I shivered in the return of old feelings resurfacing. How on god’s green earth can I turn this chance down? “Yes” I whisper out first, and repeat the same word four times, each louder than the other. Then I’m calling out in an emotional burst “I want that more than anything! Yes!”

Ginny knocked the raised wand away whilst Cho was distracted, giving her time to draw her own. But she was thwarted...by me. “Expelliarmus.”

Ginny’s wand flew away and she was even more threatened knowing my wand was on her. “Mione, don’t let her get to you. Don’t throw what we’ve got away.”

With fire in my eyes, and my can of worms wide open, I replied “you took everything I ever wanted away from me, the very least you can do is give me this.”

Ginny looked ready to snap, but Cho caught her in a body bind and the fight drained out of the red-headed girl. Cho chuckled “now what does this remind you of?” And for good measure she socked Ginny straight in the mouth, splitting her lip.

Whilst she flopped along the ground trying to bring herself back to being upright, without the use of her hands, mine and Cho’s eyes reconnect in happiness and love. “Let’s show this bitch how to fuck properly Mee.”

“You’re the boss love”