Dark Times

Hermione looked out across the hall,
And saw Cho Chang crying by the far wall.
Cedric Diggory was newly dead,
And not a single wound was upon his head.
That was the beginning of the new dark times,
And Hermione couldn't bear Cho's crying,
So she walked across to comfort the girl,
Who'd just been shattered like her world.

Over the months they wrote by owls,
Healing each other's painful scowls.
When they returned, they were best friends,
And would be so to their very ends.
But they were more, they soon discovered,
Their bisexuality they uncovered.
For Hermione was in love with Viktor Krum,
But found her eyes wandering to Cho's hot bum.

So too did Cho desire Hermione with lust,
Every time they met, she would stare at her bust.
And imagine their lips locked in a delectable kiss,
But strangely found nothing about that amiss.
Neither regretted her feelings, but they dared not speak,
For imagine the havoc such a thing could wreak!
Until one day months later, when they found the truth,
And discovered the joys of sex in their youth.

It was a cold November Saturday, with nothing to do,
All their homework was done, so they went to the loo.
And met each other while coming out the door,
Eyes locked in desire to strip and lay on the floor.
Cho said to Hermione, "Quite boring today,"
Hermione shrugged, having nothing to say.
Finally, Cho couldn't hold back the feelings inside,
And confessed everything while she suddenly cried.

Astonished, Hermione couldn't speak right at first,
But eventually admitted her very own thirst.
The tears stopped their flowing down Cho's flowered dress,
While Hermione's hand gave her a gentle caress.
The distance between them grew smaller by leaps,
As the sexual tension bounded by leaps.
Off they soon went to a hidden passageway,
To begin their homo erotic foray.

In the hump of the statue leading to the Shrieking Shack,
Was a passage that led both to safety and back.
No one would hear any love noises from there,
In what had once been a werewolf's lair.
Cho Chang and Hermione then lay on the floor,
And knocked on wood for good luck, yes, on the door.
Cho's lips then drew closer as Hermione smiled with glee,
And both of the girls giggled a bit nervously.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted you, Cho,
Can anyone anywhere ever possibly know?"
"If they've felt the same way, as I do for you,
Then yes, Hermione, they could know it for true.
For I see you and feel butterflies in my chest,
And a hot, glorious feeling moves in my breast."
"So kiss me, Cho, let's see what will become,
I want you as much, so I'll gladly succumb."

So with hot sweet breath and the close heat of lust,
Cho drew ever nearer till they thought they'd combust.
Then the warm wet plumpness of lips touching was felt,
For the first of their kisses was now joyously dealt.
Oh the heat, it scorched like a burning phoenix bird,
As their lips pressed harder, they could not think a word.
With eyes closed in passion's pleasurable trance,
Cho's and Hermione's tongues did a passionate dance.

Caught up in this flowing, Cho's hands slid beneath
Hermione's clothes to the breasts in her reach.
A caress soft as fudge in hot liquid succulence,
Was the next graceful arc in their passionate dance.
Hermione felt a heat in her loins burn hot,
From the weight and warmth of Cho's body on top.
Obsidian strands of Cho's hair were the frame,
In this magical mystical lesbian game.

Her kiss moved on down the nape of Hermione's neck,
And laid at the collarbone a succulent peck.
Sucking a hickie upon this beauteous spot,
She let her fingers tickle down to Hermione's twat.
Through the robes, which they both soon slid out of,
Cho's mouth then gave her lover's nipples sweet love.
Delectable moans slipped from between Granger's lips,
As she gloried in the pleasure from her ripening tits.
One arm draped around Cho's now-bare shoulder and back,
To pull her lover closer to her youthful rack.
She almost came from the joy, but Cho moved on down,
Promising an orgasm to wake the whole town.
Cho's exploring mouth licked Hermione's belly so taut,
And continued down to the lightly-downed pot.
A gentle kiss was lain on the pussy lips, near the clit,
But the heat in her loins almost gave her a fit.

Then spreading the lips apart with her hands,
Cho began to give Hermione more than she could stand.
The moans turned into yelps of delighted surprise,
And the yelps not long after turned into passionate cries.
The licking between her legs drove her into a tizzy,
Hermione was beginning to get very dizzy.
Shallow breathing was heard, she was ready to come,
Even though she was 15--oh so very young!

Harder and faster, like the Hogwart's train at top speed,
And all at once the pent-up passion was freed!
Like the explosion of the Reductor Curse on a building tall,
Hermione's ecstacy bounced off every wall.
The Shrieking Shack came alive once again for a space,
Bringing a brief halo of life back to the place.
Once the moment passed, Hermione fell back to rest,
And Cho lay her head down on her lover's breast.

"Oh my darling Hermione," said Cho with a smile,
"I'll just hold you in my arms and let you rest for awhile."
So they rested together nude and gazed into each others eyes,
And let out such soft sweet loving sighs.
Fifteen with sixteen, neither were adult nor child,
But both experiencing sex so passionate, wild.
Soon they'd be rested, and it would be Cho's turn,
To feel that potent, pleasurable burn.

With a flirtatious wink and a cunning sly grin,
Hermione slowly put her fingers in.
Fingering Cho's vulva and gently squeezing the clit,
While nuzzling her face up to Cho's tits.
As Cho wrapped her warm smooth legs around hers,
Making barely audible little pleasure purrs.
On their sides, facing each other, skins in contact,
Hugging and licking each other in the Shrieking Shack.

The same fun Cho showed her, Hermione returned,
She'd never done this before, but how quickly she'd learned!
She started at the nipples and worked her way down,
Hermione and Cho Chang sure went to town!
She lapped up her lover's delectable pussy nectar,
Then continued off on another vector.
She made Cho spout like a whale surfaced for air,
And conjured up a dildo from out of nowhere.

It was a vibrating strap-on with studded head and shaft,
And for a moment, Cho thought her lover'd gone daft.
Though it felt almost real, so they each sucked it down whole,
But Hermione wanted to impale Cho on that pole.
So she strapped it on good, she strapped it on tight,
And straddled her lover to ride like a horse that night.
Fondling Cho's breasts as back and forth she pumped it,
Making sure to really stimulate the rock-hard clit.

They held each other tight and dueled tongues like mad,
While each took turns fucking each other bad.
Cho conjured another dildo and strapped it on,
And they simultaneously fucked each other 'till dawn.
Oh the pleasure was like lava boiling in each others' twat,
Boiling and roiling and sweating, so hot.
Cries of pleasure, moans, squeals of uttermost glee,
They came together in screaming ecstasy!

Hermione and Cho now lay down, spent through and through,
Glowing with blissful glee and deep love born anew.
So the two lay together and looked at each other in love,
Having discovered what joys this life is made of.
They would love each other again in so many ways,
With their lesbian passion till the end of their days.
Poets could speak of their love till they ran out of rhymes,
But never quite catch the glory of love found in dark times.


19 stanzas, 8 lines each stanza