Under The Table
The diligent commitment to academia so characteristic of Ravenclaws was often in conflict wit the lesser-known Ravenclaw trait of the tendancy toward imaginative daydreaming. Such was the case with Cho Chang, as she sat alone at a table in the otherwise vacant Ravenclaw common room. At half past midnight, she still had yet to satisfactorily complete her History of Magic essay. Cho was, of course, not lacking in intellect. Not in the least. She just couldn't seem to focus. Her mind contained all the necessary information to finish the assignment, but the dull dates and trivial facts were being perpetually pushed aside in favour of much more enticing ideas.

The sharply trimmed edges of Cho's raven hair brushed swayingly across the parchment before her as she leaned forward, her thoughts again wandering to the figure who fascinated her. Wetting her wine-coloured lips, Cho pictured those large, luminous eyes, the eyes of a goddess who sees things of which mortals could never dream. Sighing, Cho dreamed of what it would be like to have those eyes gaze upon her with mutual adoration. She imagined the lips of Luna, her goddess, and what they would feel like against her own. To feel Luna's small, round breasts warm and soft next to Cho's own perky tits . . .

Excitement rushed between Cho's legs. The tension was unbearable and Cho, certain that the rest of the Ravenclaws were gone for the night, impulsively pushed her her hand into her panties. With her grey, pleated skirt pulled up around her waist, Cho gently probed at her pussy, stroking the wetness of her clit. Her pulse quickened as she fantasised that her hand instead belonged to Luna. Thoughts of Luna's damp and eager cunt caused Cho to gasp and slouch further down her chair, longing to come.

Cho didn't notice right away that her finger had been moved aside and her moist panties had been pulled down to her shapely knees. Previously, she'd been too lost in her fantasy to realise what was being done to her. Now she was too delighted by the mouth that was kissing, sucking, licking, and nibbling at her clit. Hot, soft, and wet as Cho's pussy, the mouth was heavenly. The tongue seemed to know exactly how to get her off and that's precisely what it did. Cho moaned like a banshee at the glorious orgasm.

Indeed, it had been so divine that she questioned whether or not she had imagined the whole thing. That was only until she saw a sandy-coloured head peek up at her, bearing the illuminated eyes of Luna Lovegood. Cho's cafe-au-lait complexion blushed rosily at the sight of her goddess. Although Cho felt awkward and extremely embarrassed, Luna was calm as ever. Crawling out from under the table, Luna gracefully swooped down upon Cho's heart-shaped face, planting deeply a kiss on Cho's surprised mouth.

The two girls snogged breathlessly, each massaging the body of the other. Playing with Luna's golden hair, Cho finally asked, "What were you doing under the table, anyway?"

"Homework," shrugged Luna.

Cho blinked and raised an eyebrow slightly, but then took Luna into her arms for yet another kiss.

The End.
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