wanking_mods (wanking_mods) wrote in hp_wankfest, @ 2011-05-08 12:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2011 fic |
Fic: Cho Chang in the Ravenclaw Dormitory with a Toy Dragon
Title: Artificial Heat
Author: alwaysasnapefan
Character: Cho Chang
Location: Ravenclaw Girl's Dormitory
Prop: Toy Dragon
Other Characters: In memories, Cedric, Harry, and old friends.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None.
Word Count: 1,116
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, and I am not making any money off of this fic.
Author's Notes: Thank you to the gracious mods who let me turn this in after deadline. I was really set on telling this story, but time had gotten away from me.
Brushing fingers over embroidered flowers, she opens the deep blue Chinese silk pouch that has become his home. He is the lifeless comfort a teddy bear can offer to a nightmare-ridden child with no one to turn to. He is the crude protection offered by a Quidditch bat in the absence of proper magic. He is a gift from a time she can never return to, a tour of a place of worship she was excommunicated from by You-Know-Who himself. His name is Snouty, and she molests him for her pleasure, and Cho has half convinced herself that he likes it.
Clean hands no one holds take him out of his bag. Blue symbolizes immortality, and shows up frequently in Chinese funerals. It's a Ravenclaw house color, but it's so much more.
She'd giggled herself blue when Cedric, her Cedric, had teased that Snouty could keep her warm at night in the dorms. It was funny before it was so ironic, and now she's blue in a different way, like Chinese silk that sits and looks pretty and holds secrets inside.
Snouty stumbles around on the rumpled bedclothes without a purpose. She slips out of her nightgown as easily as she'd slipped back into her Snouty self-pleasuring routine after a Harry-sized break. Part of her is convinced that Snouty missed their time together.
She scoops him up into her hand with a hasty thrill and reverence she otherwise reserves for the golden snitch. Lying down, she sets him down on her chest. The scratch of miniature claws over the swell of her breast, then at the nipple, randomly, whenever he wants, hardens the deep pink flesh, causes her breath to quicken. She moans, loudly, parting her legs. Her right hand moves downward as he walks about where he pleases, teasing her without intention, filling her with need he can't understand.
Cedric was the strong, silent type, with a casual half-smile always at the ready, even when his nervousness made him prone to stammering invitations to Hogsmeade or offering a compliment he'd already given her. He had steady hands that were a bit large, and he always said please and thank you. Even when they'd snuck off somewhere they shouldn't have to do something improper, his hands had been steady and he'd always said please and thank you.
The gentle prickles of the clawed feet cause sensations that wake up her sweet clit. Because she refreshes her privacy spells often, almost obsessively, her dorm mates stay asleep. She often lies in bed and cries, or else runs off to the loo to do so, and it would be a blow to her pride to be overheard then, and even more of a blow to be overheard now.
Her dorm mates used to giggle and follow her around in the halls. They don't do that anymore. They didn't like Harry as much as she did, not remotely, but it was understandable. Harry does seem odd to the untrained eye. Even Cho herself found it suspicious he wouldn't talk to her about what she wanted, no, needed to find out, for peace of mind. Cedric had striking grey eyes, like a morning sky filled up with drizzling rain, and she wonders what they looked like as the light left them, what his hands felt like when they went cold. And Harry won't tell her.
"Fire," she murmurs. A light heat, a warmth that makes her shiver traces a small path along her bare skin. She sighs and remembers why it is she loves Snouty, besides the fact he was a gift from Cedric. He's gotten farther with her than Cedric ever had, and ever will.
After a few moments, the toy stops breathing its fire with a little puff of smoke. She has him do it again. His warmth, oh, she wonders if others do this too, use a toy in such a way, a way they shouldn't. She taps her thigh lightly with her wand, an act which coaxes him downward. He scurries down her body, tickling her side and her stomach. She giggles and remembers the way her dress perfectly hugged her waist at the Yule Ball. She had laughed at Cedric's jokes, laughed from dancing's exhilaration, laughed with her friends who were just as giddy from waltzing, from their own dates' jokes.
The way her stomach flips just a bit as those claws move closer to her heat rivals the way she feels after a daring dive out on the field. She grasps the toy dragon in her left hand, holding him against her swelling lips. Snouty's squirming head rests between her thigh and the working fingers of her right hand as they rub circles on her needy little button, and he curls downward, in an imperfect, moving line with scales and slickness and claws.
"Fire," she gasps, aiming his head, and she groans so loud it's like a scream, and she doesn't want him stopping, but it's almost too intense to keep up, and when he does stop she's very aware of the fact she's sweating. She pants and grips him more tightly. Her other fingers tap and rub at her aching hardness. She repositions him at the entrance to her body, dripping now and then in peak moments, and tells him again in a voice that cracks.
Her lips are warm and swollen as she rubs the clit, the pink and vulnerable insides heated to a respectable temperature—no, nothing about this is respectable! She sticks his head inside. No part of him is sharp enough to draw blood, and he feels great, he squirms, he breathes heat inside of her, she wants to cry it's so amazing, and she finds herself over the edge, clamping around his head as his claws lightly scratch her tenderness, as wetness wells around him and then, as the contractions ease, ventures out.
She can see Cedric's amused face in her mind's eye, picture the way he'd brush her hair out of her eyes and kiss her embarrassment away. Her sheets are wet underneath her, due to forces outside of her control, a flood of memories, of events, that take her breath away like Cedric's was taken away. When she fixes the situation with magic, cleaning the slate, cleaning the sheets, leaving everything dry, nothing messy, she wishes she could have done the same for Cedric.
As she closes her eyes, she remembers how Professor Dumbledore placed her into a deep sleep and she woke in the lake, in Cedric's arms. Sometimes she still hopes to wake in Cedric's arms, in fleeting moments.
She doesn't place Snouty in his bag right away. She'll do that in the morning.