Ginny conquers Cho

Cho POV

Every step feels so exhausting, my shoes must have spontaneously transfigured from leather to lead. Or it might also be that huge wrecking ball of dread heading my way. Probably that.

The knocks of wood lightly thudding against the wall, match almost perfectly against my beating heart. As it broke, or as it jumped in relief, as of yet to be determined. The headboard was worrying but it really could just be an innocent act entirely. It could be...couldn’t it?

And the moaning, it was hard to tell from this distance if they were sexual in nature, or somebody was just crying. It wasn’t loud, perhaps that’s why there’s a slight doubt in my mind. But our bed is quite hefty and takes a lot to shift, and Ginny never said she was necessarily going to fuck my fiancée like a woman possessed, so they could be shagging all sensual and slow.

I reach the landing and my ears are receiving the noises much better on a level plain. It was unmistakable now, Ginny was fucking my fiancée.

Although I knew, I still needed to look. To accept it, to come to terms with it visually. And of course, that traitorous kinky little demon inside, that just needed to see it if only for a second.

So I timidly approached my slightly ajar bedroom door, with the golden light of the lamp bordering around it like a beacon. I could hear more than just moans and bumps now, I could hear words too.

“Uhh...mm...uhhh...oh, oh shit”

“Mmm...I love it when you swear”

“Shh-sh...shut up.”

“Hmhmhm...ha, if I shut up you won’t get my tongue on your kitty anymore”

“Ohhh...we-we shouldn’t do this...ohhh, Cho could come back any minute”

“I don’t give a shit, I hope she fucking does. Do you really want me to stop?”

“Ahh...but Cho...no. No, I said NO GINNY. Come back please, I meant no don’t stop.”

“That’s better. Now tell me properly.”

“I don’t want you to stop”

“You like when I’m...mmmmm, mm mmm...sucking on your kitty, don’t you?”

“Yes...I love it”

I approached the light already drowning in my tears, and how fitting it is to walk into the light. This is when my life would end, cos there sure isn’t a life for me without her.

As the distance became shorter, I couldn’t just hear what was going on, I could smell it. There was one whiff that I’m familiar with, and a comfort to me despite knowing I wasn’t responsible for it. But there was the other, more pungent smell that I didn’t recognise, yet also felt dizzyingly enticed with. Now I’ve smelt it from a generous distance, I can completely understand why Hermione would find it so difficult to resist only inches away from the source.

It was strange though, I don’t know how wet Ginny gets when aroused but it was overpowering Hermione’s scent by quite a margin. Was she exuding an aphrodisiac? The fighter in me is angry that she’d try to gain an unfair advantage, but I never expected a fair fight in the first place.

I was only on the other side of the door at this point, could they hear my breathing pattern over their own? If one of them hears me I’m in for a humiliating time, if I didn’t feel so low already. I agreed to go missing for the night, even if it meant lying to Hermione with bullshit excuses.

I could just go sleep in the guest bedroom, but what if Hermione saw me in there come morning. Ginny was most certainly going to sleep through the night with her, so I couldn’t pretend ignorance and be like ‘What, you slept together? I had no idea. That’s why I’m in the guest bedroom, instead of falling into bed with you my love’

No, I won’t stick around much longer tonight, I’ll come back about midday tomorrow. If Hermione asks I’d say training went on too long, and the team decided to bunk together. We’ve done that a handful of times, so it won’t seem too out-of-place.

Hell, I might end up bunking with a teammate for the night anyway, then it’ll be half-true won’t it.

Though my eyes are too cowardly to look through the gap in the door, my ears couldn’t not take in every gasp and moan. Wet noises of Ginny’s mouth on Hermione’s “kitty”, they were just as loud as Hermione’s ecstasy. She was holding back like she usually does when moments away from cumming her pretty head off, and I wondered if Ginny even knew how close Hermione was. By the sounds of it, she’s bound to find out any moment now.

But then the slurping stopped.

“Wha-why’d you...”

“I need to be in you”

“But...I was just about to...”

“I know you were. But I don’t want you to cum in my mouth, I want you to cum on this”

“Oh fuck...how did I nearly forget about that”

There was shuffling, and I quite frankly don’t know what the hell I was doing hiding behind the closed door, too scared to look or to scarper. How pathetic am I?

“Ginny...you’ll be gentle right...you’re fucking huge”

What the hell was that supposed to mean? Ginny fingers are no larger than mine, to call them huge would be a gross overreaction. Unless...

“Oh don’t worry Mione, my cock will fit easily now that you’re loosened up”

Of fucking course...a strap-on. ‘The bitch better not be using mine’ I thought, like that was one of my top priorities when ones lover is being fucked by another. Besides...my strap-on’s weren’t huge, more an average size.

A part of me was strangely anticipating the incoming penetration, like only then would the matter be settled. It of course already was, but if there had to be one nail left to put in the coffin that contains my hopes and dreams, Ginny was seconds away from nailing it. However...the moment I heard Ginny say “welcome home”, followed by Hermione’s sharp intake of breath, the spell I was under broke.

Catching my sobs before they became audible, I sneaked off as quickly as I could. I didn’t even wait to get out the house before I apparated.