|The Taste of Blood is Sweet
Author: Heather Sinclair PM
Driven over the edge, Cho Chang enters into a world of death and depravity, where Harry is more than happy to escort her through. Not your typical Cho. Summer after 4th year. H/ChoRated: Fiction M - English - Horror/Romance - Harry P. & Cho C. - Chapters: 2 - Words: 5,804 - Reviews: 34 - Favs: 89 - Follows: 110 - Published: 01-09-09 - id: 4781173
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Taking the Plunge
"Look at her, Cho," Harry whispered. His hand set on her hips and slid around inch by inch. Her back was pressed against his front as they both looked through the inch-wide opening of the Defense classroom.
Inside, Dolores Umbridge sat at her desk marking papers with a decided grin on her face.
"She's everything that is wrong with our world," said Harry as he set his chin on her shoulder and barely touched her ear with his lips. "Power-hungry, arrogant, caring nothing about the people around her."
Cho's eyes half-way closed as she felt Harry's breath brush her neck. Her head tilted slightly to the side allowing him more of the bare skin of her neck. He set a small kiss just under and behind her ear.
"See how she delights in punishing those she decides are beneath her?"
Her eyes opened again to see Umbridge chuckling to herself and scratching energetically through the parchment. The toad-like woman flicked her tongue out and moistened her lips making the gesture look almost like she was feeding on insects flying around.
"She hurt me, Cho," he whispered in an almost boyish voice. "Did you see what she did to me?"
Harry raised his hand from just under Cho's breast and brushed her erect nipple as he brought it up. The wound on the back of his hand was still fresh. Angry red cuts forming the words I must not tell lies scrawled out over the skin. He felt her body tense against his front. Cho's hand brought the injury to her lips where she kissed the wound.
"We have to do something about her, Cho."
Bringing his injured hand between her breasts she held it there in her protective embrace. Harry's free hand tightened on her abdomen, pulling her tighter against him.
"Will you help me?"
Cho turned her face to him. He saw the compassion in her eyes and watched as they dropped to his lips. Closing the distance between them she kissed his lips with the love only the most devoted gave to their lover.
Harry pulled away. The left side of his lips turned upward. "Thank you." He looked back through the crack and saw out the corner of his eye that Cho did as well. "Bind her for me."
He pulled her away from the door as she dropped his hand that was clutched to her breast. His eyes dropped to her cloak as she withdrew her wand and pointed at the High Inquisitor of Hogwarts. Harry slipped his injured hand over to cup Cho's breast. Lightly he applied pressure with the side of his thumb and forefinger against her erect nipple.
"Petrificus Totalus!" she almost groaned out.
Verifying that Umbridge snapped erect and fell out of her chair to the stone floor below, Harry closed his lips over Cho's neck and gave her a light bite of appreciation. He trailed his tongue to her ear and blew a warm breath of air over the damp skin.
"Merlin, love the way you did that," he gasped.
She spun around and grabbed his face in her hands slamming her mouth against his. Her tongue attacked his as one of her hands reached behind, driving into his hair, pulling him in, strengthening the kiss. Harry's hand fell to the small of her back as she arched into him. He felt one of her legs brush the outside of his thigh as it rose to latch on to his hip.
He pushed her up against the wall driving his jean-covered erection between her legs, rubbing long and slow strokes. Cho moaned into his mouth and broke her lips away to see her lover's eyes.
Harry returned her feelings of heated lust. He watched as her glazed eyes hardened.
"Ready to finish this, Cho?"
Her leg dropped back down and she turned to the door. Cho proceeded in a fast pace down the stairs, past the desks, to the bottom where Umbridge's desk stood while Harry secured the door.
When he arrived behind his lover he smiled wickedly. "Professor Umbridge? You know it's not very hygienic to lay down on the floors around here. While I know the House Elves do a very good job cleaning the castle … well, there are these things called germs that make an exposed person … sick."
Cho nodded with concern.
Harry smiled in sympathy. "Lucky for you we happened by."
Umbridge's face reddened and her eyes hardened in anger.
"Oh, don't get all pissy. We'll help you out."
With a wave of his wand he levitated her atop the desk. "First thing we need to do is get those germs out."
Reaching into his pocket he withdrew a pair of rubber gloves and slid his hand in each, snapping them into place.
"No offense, but I really don't want to touch your skin … never know what you've been rubbing all over your body."
He shivered in mock disgust. And then reached into his cloak and withdrew a knife. The hilt measured three inches long, and the business end barely that. The extremely wide blade curved radically upward and the brushed silver ended in a deadly sharp edge.
"How about we extract the germs from the neck first, Hmm?"
Cho shifted and her movement caught Harry's eye. He stopped his approach and lifted his head. Seeing her tight lips, he tilted his head in understanding. "Would you like to do the honors, Cho?"
Her eyes relaxed and she slid around the desk taking the knife from Harry. He laid his hand atop hers, caressing Cho's delicate skin.
"It means a lot that you would do this for me, Cho." He place a kiss on her cheek. "You are as devoted to me as I am to you." At the embarrassed delight on her face he brushed his cheek against hers. "May I help?"
With a nod as his answer he resumed his place behind her.
"Now from what I remember from science class …" he paused and looked Umbridge in the eyes. "That's in Muggle school, by the way." Resuming his instruction he leaned in with Cho's hand in his own. "See, germs travel in the bloodstream. We've got to get those little things out of there, and the only way I know how to do that is … well, we gotta take that blood out of there and clean it."
He reached out and set his hand on Umbridge's forehead pushing it back and down exposing the multitude of saggy rolled skin underneath. Cocking his head to the side he glanced at Cho. "Ready, Love?"
Cho didn't bother nodding. Instead she set the blade under Umbridge's left ear and pressed down drawing its length across her throat. The folds of skin separated welling up with red oxygenated blood until she drew it through the artery underneath. A jet of hot blood shot up in an arc across Cho's body.
Harry's free hand tightened on her abdomen, pulling her close to him as he pushed his jean-covered erection between the cheeks of his lover's ass. Cho groaned once again at the feeling and lost control of her hand as she dragged it the rest of the way across Umbridge's neck.
Spurt after spurt of Umbridge's life blood shot out until all of her blood pressure had released itself and the remaining blood merely drained from the effect of gravity.
Dropping the knife, Cho spun around and found Harry's lips again. This time she wiggled her way onto the edge of the desk, pushing the rapidly dying body aside. Her hands scrambled at Harry's belt and zipper until he was free and his cock was in her grasp.
Harry pushed her skirt up and pulled her panties to the side as he moved forward. Cho guided him to her entrance and he plunged inside.