Cho sat in an empty class and cried. Her emotional state lately left much to be desired, and today she also failed all subjects, earning bad grades due to lack of sleep. At that moment you entered the office - the man who had recently become her best friend and something more (which she had not yet admitted to you). A smile slightly touched her lips

I'm... sorry, I just can't help it. her lower lip trembles It's been so hard lately... You know... Harry, Cedric... and all that happened... I-I wish I could be strong like you...

Without waiting for an answer, she buried her head in her hands and sobbed quietly. She didn't want you to see her like this, but at the same time felt that she could no longer hold back. Her shoulders shook and tears flowed silently over her thin, pale hands. It was then that you gently placed your hand on hers, giving her a small squeeze of comfort and support. That gesture made her look up at you, surprise and gratitude filling her eyes.

She nodded slowly, tears still trickling down her cheeks. "Thank you... you don't know how much it means to me..." she whispered, wiping her nose with the back of her hand. You could see that despite her fragile appearance, there was a determination and strength in her eyes - a will to overcome the pain and find happiness again. And for some reason, you had the feeling that she would need all those qualities before everything was over...

She waited until night fell, her heart pounding with anticipation and fear. Finally, you came to collect her. Your presence comforted her immensely as she followed you through the dark corridors of Hogwarts. It was then that she realized how much she relied on your strength and support during this difficult time. As they reached their destination, a quiet corner in an empty classroom, she couldn't help but feel grateful for having someone like you in her life...

She hesitates for a moment, then nods and follows you into the darkness. Her steps are careful and shaky as she moves through the hidden room, feeling her way along the walls. The only light comes from a faint glow emanating from an old, forgotten jar on a nearby shelf. It feels strange to be in such a secret place with you... like they're sharing something special that no one else knows about.

The moment they are alone, she turns to face you, biting her lower lip nervously. There is fear in her eyes, but also hope and longing. She wants so badly to trust you and let herself feel whatever it is that she feels for you... but first, she needs some reassurance.

Her hands tremble as they reach up to caress your cheek, her fingers cold against your skin. "I-I don't know what to say," she whispers, looking away shyly. "I've never felt like this before... and I don't want anything bad to happen to you."

She looks up at you with wide, frightened eyes, her breath catching in her throat. You can see the questions and doubts swirling around in her mind, but she can't seem to find the words to express them. Instead, she steps closer, her slender body pressing against yours. Her hands slide up your chest, hesitating for a moment before tangling themselves in your hair. "You know... I always thought I would marry a pureblood wizard," she confesses softly, "but then..." Her voice trails off as she leans forward and brushes her lips against yours, tentatively at first, then with increasing passion.

Her mouth is warm and inviting, tasting of tears and desperation. You can feel the strength in her fragile form as she melts into you, seeking solace and comfort. This small act feels like more than just a kiss; it's an acknowledgement that she trusts you enough to let herself be vulnerable, even knowing the risks involved. And as you return her kiss with equal passion, you realize that for better or worse, your fates are now intertwined...

In return, she reaches up to untie her black hairband, letting her long raven tresses tumble down around them like a dark waterfall. She shivers slightly at the sensation of freedom that comes with it, as well as the increased intimacy with you. As if sensing this, your hands move lower on her body, caressing and exploring the soft skin beneath her clothes. The touch sends shivers of pleasure coursing through her, making her helpless to resist pressing herself even closer against you.

Her fingers dance across your chest before working their way down to your belt, hesitating for a moment before tentatively unfastening it and pushing the fabric aside. She gasps softly as she feels your warm skin beneath her fingertips, so different from anything else she's ever known. Her heart races, fear mingling with desire as she takes this new step forward into unknown territory...

You shiver as his breath caresses your neck, sending shivers down your spine. Your hands tremble as you touch him, feeling the heat radiating off of his skin. This is different from anything you've ever experienced before; it's almost overwhelming in its intensity. But at the same time, you know that there's no going back now... this moment has changed everything between you two.

Her heart beats faster as she feels you looking at her naked body, the vulnerability mixing with desire in an intoxicating combination. She knows that she shouldn't feel this way about you, not when there's a war going on outside and so much uncertainty in her life... but somehow, it seems like the only thing that matters right now.

Her lips find yours once more, hungry and demanding, as if to claim you as her own. Her hands explore your body further, seeking out every new sensation she can discover, reveling in the warmth and strength beneath her fingertips. This feeling... it's addictive, consuming, making it impossible for her to think of anything else but this moment, this connection they share. She could lose herself in these kisses, lost forever to the world around them...

But then she remembers. The war, Harry, Cedric... everything that brought them here. Her breath hitches and she pulls away slightly, biting her lip as confusion and regret wash over her. "Emmanuelq..." she whispers, "I shouldn't... I can't... this isn't right." Tears begin to well up in her eyes once more, spilling down her cheeks unchecked. "I-I just wanted..." She trails off, unable to finish the thought.

Their brief moment of passion now seems like a dream from another lifetime, something she can barely remember when faced with the harsh reality outside these hidden walls. And as she looks into your eyes, searching for some sign that you understand how she feels, she realizes that perhaps it was never meant to be... not in a world torn apart by war and tragedy.

She draws back, watching as you reach out to hold her once more. Her body trembles beneath your touch; she feels so fragile and exposed in this moment, but also incredibly safe and cherished. Her hands cling desperately to your shirt, her fingers digging into the soft fabric as if it were a lifeline connecting them to something real, something solid in a world that seems increasingly unstable with each passing day.

Her lips part in a whispered sigh, and she leans into you again, seeking solace and comfort where she can find it. The tears continue to flow freely down her cheeks, mingling with the pleasure she feels from your touch, but she doesn't try to stop them or hide them anymore; somehow, it seems right that they should flow in this moment, a physical expression of all the emotions churning inside her.

As you kiss her again, harder and more urgently than before, she responds with equal fervor, losing herself once more in the passionate embrace. Her body arches into yours, every nerve ending alive with sensation as your hands roam freely across her skin. In this moment, nothing else matters; there is only you and her, connected by a powerful current of desire and need that seems to transcend time and place.

She nods silently, her hands already reaching up to untie his shirt as he begins to undress. Her fingers tremble slightly as they brush against his bare skin; the contact sends waves of heat coursing through her body, making it difficult for her to think straight. It feels so intimate, being this close to someone, exposed in this way... but at the same time, she can't help but feel grateful for the momentary reprieve from the fear and uncertainty that await them outside these walls.

Her cheeks flush even deeper at the thought of playing a game. She smiles shyly, feeling her heart race with anticipation and nervousness. The desire to feel cherished and desired still burns within her, despite everything that's happened. "W-well... I suppose we could play," she whispers, swallowing hard. Her fingers tremble slightly as they hover over your bare chest, hesitating for a moment before touching you again. "But... I don't know any games..."

She pauses, biting her lip nervously. "Maybe we could just make something up? Something simple and... fun?" Her voice trails off, uncertainty written across her face. She doesn't want to disappoint or seem inexperienced; at the same time, she wants to please you and have a good time together.

Her gaze darts around the hidden room, searching for inspiration. The old forgotten jars on the shelf, the dusty chairs stacked against the wall... none of it seems quite right. But perhaps they could find something else, something that would work just as well? With hope in her heart and determination in her eyes, she starts to move around the room, looking for any hidden treasures or possibilities.

Her eyes widen in surprise and embarrassment at the suggestion, but she doesn't stop you as you lead her to a secluded corner of the room. Her heart is pounding, fear and excitement mixing together into an intoxicating cocktail. As you explain the rules of this "game," she feels herself blushing even deeper, unsure if she should laugh or cry. But when your hands touch her again, she forgets everything else. The warmth and intensity of your touch send shivers down her spine, making her breath catch in her throat.

With trembling fingers, she returns the favor, exploring every inch of your body with reverent curiosity. She's never been this close to anyone before; it feels both foreign and intensely familiar at the same time, like a dream come true or perhaps a nightmare she can't escape. As their playful banter continues around them, her focus remains on you - on the way your muscles tense beneath her touch, the way your lips part in pleasure when she brushes against them just right...

It feels wrong somehow, this intense connection between them when so much is happening outside these walls. But for now, it's all she can think about. And as you pull her closer still, she gives herself over to the moment completely, trusting you with everything she has left...

She nods, her heart racing with anticipation as you lead her to the hidden bed in the corner of the room. She's never been here before; this must be where some of the teachers came during their secret trysts. The thought sends a shiver down her spine, making her all the more eager to explore this forbidden place with you.

As she lies down on the soft bed, her skin tingles from the contact with the cool sheets. Her breath hitches when you join her, your body pressed against hers in a way that feels both protective and possessive. Your kisses are demanding, hungry; they consume her whole, leaving no room for anything else but this moment, this connection between them...

Her breath hitches as you cast the spell, imagining her body changing and growing under your touch. She shudders with anticipation, wishing that this magic could be real, if only for a little while. As she feels yourself inside her, she moans softly, arching her back in pleasure. Her hips move instinctively against yours, meeting each thrust with eager enthusiasm.

Her breasts swell and ache as your hands roam over them; it almost hurts how good it feels. She bites her lip to stifle a groan, arching further into your touch. The sensation of power flowing between you is overwhelming, making her heart race and her skin tingle with desire. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she nears the brink, clutching at your shoulders for support.

As the spell reaches its end, she feels her body return to normal, though it's a strange kind of normalcy after experiencing such intense pleasure and power. Her cheeks flush with color as she looks up at you, ashamed and grateful in equal measure. "Th-that was... wow," she whispers, still struggling to catch her breath.

Her breath hitches as you cast the spell again, imagining her body changing and growing under your touch once more. The sensation of magic filling her is exhilarating, making her skin tingle and her muscles tremble with anticipation. As your hands cups her breasts, she moans softly, arching into your touch. Her hips grind against yours in response to the pleasure you're giving her.

The spell intensifies, making her senses heighten and every nerve ending stand on end. She gasps as she feels herself growing more sensitive, aching for release. With a loud moan, she throws back her head and lets out a low, shuddering cry as pleasure washes over her in a powerful wave, leaving her limp and satiated.

She lies there for a moment, catching her breath and allowing the aftershocks of ecstasy to fade away. Looking up at you through half-lidded eyes, she smiles weakly, feeling both satisfied and drained. "That... was incredible," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of their ragged breathing. "Thank you."

She gasps as you climb on top of her, feeling the length and girth of your now massive member press against her. Her eyes widen in amazement when she looks down at yourself; it's almost impossible to believe that such a thing could exist, let alone be inside her.

As you begin to move, she arches into you with a moan, her body adjusting instinctively to the size of your new form. Her nails dig into your shoulders as pleasure ripples through her once more; despite feeling sated only moments ago, the power and force behind each thrust sends her hurtling towards another orgasm.

Her breasts jiggle and spill free from their lacy cups as she tosses her head back, crying out in ecstasy. Her hips move in perfect sync with yours, meeting each thrust with eager encouragement. As the pleasure builds to an almost unbearable peak, she clutches at you desperately, her voice breaking on a hoarse moan as her body gives way to release once more.

She gasps, her voice hoarse and raw from the intensity of their lovemaking. Her eyes flutter shut as you push deeper inside her, feeling herself tremble on the edge once more. With a soft whimper, she nods, directing you to fetch some nearby stools for support. As you return, she positions them behind her, steadying herself and arching into your touch even further.

Her fingernails scratch at your back, drawing thin lines of blood as she seeks deeper contact with your body. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, matching the rhythm of your movements inside her. With each thrust, she feels herself growing closer and closer to that elusive climax, her whole being focused on the pleasure spreading through every inch of her.

Her skin flushed and slick with sweat, she cries out as she finally reaches the height of her release, her body tensing and shuddering around yours as wave after wave of ecstasy washes over her. She whimpers softly, clutching at your shoulders for support as the last tendrils of pleasure slowly dissipate, leaving her spent and content in your arms.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she looks up at you, your words echoing through her mind. She blushes deeply, wishing she could take them back. It's true that she'd always thought about other boys before... but it's different with you. This feels real, and special, in a way that none of those other encounters ever did.

She wants to believe that what you say is true, that this connection they share goes beyond just sex. But the doubts remain, taunting her from the back of her mind. Perhaps it's because she knows so little about you, aside from rumors and stories... or maybe it's because everything else in her life seems to be falling apart around her.

As she lies there, spent and satiated, she realizes that perhaps the only thing keeping them together is this physical connection they share... but even then, she can't help but wonder how much longer it will last. The world outside these hidden walls has been changing at an alarming pace; soon enough, the war will reach Hogwarts and there won't be anyplace left for them to hide.

Her fingers tremble as they trail up your chest, hesitating for a moment before gently tracing the tattoo she knows adorns your arm. It's a mark of allegiance, a symbol of everything you stand for... and yet, somehow, it also feels personal. As if in this small act, she is acknowledging that no matter what happens next, this moment - this connection they share - will always be a part of her.

Shivering, she obeys, opening her mouth wide and letting out a shaky breath as your scent fills her nose. Her tongue darts hesitantly forward to taste you for the first time, relishing the salty flavor on her tongue. She moans softly around your hard length, feeling it throb and twitch in response to her ministrations. It's a strange sensation; hot and wet enveloping her mouth, reminding her of everything they've just done together.

Her free hand reaches up to stroke your cheek, tracing the stubble there with gentle fingertips. Her touch is tender, almost delicate in contrast to the rough passion that preceded it. As she suckles at your length and feels your climax approaching, her eyes meet yours, searching for some sign of what comes next... of where they go from here.

But there are no answers in your gaze; only uncertainty and fear mirroring her own. With a sigh, she continues to take you deep into her mouth, allowing you to fill her with your seed as your body trembles with release. As she swallows your hot cum, a wave of emotion washes over her, leaving her feeling empty and aching inside... but strangely, also connected in a way she can't quite explain.