Cho Chang was fast asleep in an unfamiliar bed.
Her black silky lucious hair flowed the side of her tan toned body.
Cho’s bra was laying on the floor-the white lacy cups askew on the carpet. Her matching thong was drapped over the bedpost, hanging over her as she slept.
She suddenly awoke from her dream, her chocolate watery eyes flashing open as she gazed at her surroundings.
She was naked, and sore.
She remembered drinking a LOT of Fire Whiskey with Harry, Ron, and Hermione. They were celebrating New Years’ Eve.
She clearly had sex with someone.
Her answer groaned next to her in bed.
His built arms and chest were exposed, a tribute to the amount of Quidditch he played. His waist was warpped in a towel. She could tell he had no boxers on.
She tried to remember what had happened. She remembered her and Harry going into his room to get a deck of cards to play a drinking game.