"Is that not uncomfortable?" the Grey Lady asked.
Harry had Cho's beautiful body bent over for him. They were fucking on top of a rug that kept the stone floor's chill away. Cho's hands were both clenched into fists, holding onto said rug with all her might.
"A-Ah! Mm! Mmmm! Ah!" Cho moaned.
Harry's hips moved with even more fluency than they had while he was at Hogwarts. Since leaving, his sex life had only gotten even crazier. He'd been with older women who could show him exactly how to move, and practiced a copious amount. Compared to the lover that he'd been when he and Cho first fucked in the quidditch locker room, he was lighting her pussy on fire in whole new ways.
Maybe that was why rather than simply staying, the Grey Lady was completely absorbed in what she was seeing as if it was a show.
"It mostly feels good," Harry said, to answer her original question.
Obviously Cho, the true recipient, was in no position to explain what she was feeling… Though the deafening moans she was releasing were a pretty clear indicator.
"I see…" the Grey Lady said.
She really was pretty. She had dark hair and pale skin. You know, other than just being a ghost. She looked a bit like a princess, Harry decided. He wondered for the first time what her story might be, before quickly being distracted by how Cho's pussy was squeezing him. She'd just cum for the first time.
Harry flipped her onto her back and started pounding her from above. Cho's feet stuck up in the air and waved around. Harry got his mouth down to her tits and started sucking them.
The Grey Lady floated above Cho, looking down at her ridiculously pleasured face.
"Oh… my…" the Grey Lady said; that seemed to be her catch phrase, at least in a situation like this one.
She was paying particular attention to Cho's expression. The Asian heartthrob had her mouth hanging open and was biting her lower lip in the corner with one canine. Cho's eyes had a vacant look that made her look blind, both of them hazy with pleasure. Her hands had been thrown out to the sides and were still grabbing the rug, unable to cope with the way that Harry was fucking her. She'd already cum twice.
The Grey Lady saw all of these signs of obvious pleasure. She started chewing her own lip. Watching Harry ravage Cho's tits with his mouth made the ghost's toes curl. She was imagining herself there, in the position of Cho.
"Scandalous…" the Grey Lady murmured.
At first it seemed like she was describing the act that she was witnessing. It was entirely possible that she was actually describing her next action, though, as her self control eroded and she began touching herself.
She hiked her dress up in order to do it, which showed that all these years she'd been floating around the castle going commando! No wonder Harry had never seen her soar over the top of the Great Hall the way that rambunctious Peeves did.
The Grey Lady's chest started heaving, although obvious she wasn't breathing heavily, being dead and incapable of breathing at all. The only thing which could be said for certain was that her fingers, jammed into her ethereal cunt, were doing SOMETHING to her.
Harry's dick was doing very tangible things to Cho's insides. They were turning to mush underneath phallic assault. He played with her nipples with his tongue for fun, his pupils glued to the tops of his eyes as he watched both Cho's face and the masturbating ghost at the same time.
Harry's balls slapped into Cho's body. He grabbed her wrists and pried her hands away from the rug just to bin them next to her head. Harry eventually separated his mouth from her breasts and looked into her eyes, just as Cho hit her roughest orgasm yet.
"You're the BEST!" Cho squealed.
She was in great shape, her limbs having a slight definition of muscle, however her stomach was flat and smooth; nowhere did she look outright muscular, simply toned.
Her ass was wondrous too, and Harry had thoroughly enjoyed doing it doggy style. He just wanted to look her straight in the eyes for this part.
"Have I paid my dues?" he asked.
Cho was breathing so heavily, each breath sounded scratchy like a record.
"I forgive you for leaving… BUT YOU BETTER NOT STOP!"
Harry gave her a grin. He started to go faster, kicking his hips into total overdrive. Cho's legs that had been dangling in the air tightened around Harry's waist, strapping him into her pussy. Her strength showed itself, meaning that when Harry was ready to cum, there was no time for him to pull out; with no other choice, he pumped his cum directly into Cho, who climaxed as he drowned her womb.
"Ooooooohhhhhhhhh…" Cho moaned, smiling sillily.
In the air above them, The Grey Lady had rapidly grown more extreme in her efforts toward self pleasure. What started with one cheeky finger had become her entire fist pumping in and out of her cunt. There were squelching sounds that implied even in undeath, her pussy wasn't designed to stay dry.
"OH MY!" she squealed her trademark phrase one final time, now in a shrill tone.
The ghost yanked her first out of her pussy and created a shower of ectoplasm that looked halfway between snow and ran. The blue flakes glittered in the light, but disappeared before hitting the floor, reduced to nothing.
Harry turned his attention to Cho, whose heaving chest finally seemed slow moving enough to hold a conversation.
"I can supply a potion," he said, referring to the creampie. "We have a stock of them at the ministry—"
"Don't bother," Cho said.
She touched her stomach, smiling at Harry, whose dick was had only just exited her. His old crush tilted her head to the side.
"Let's take a chance," she said.
Harry smiled and dipped his head, acknowledging that he'd follow her decision.
Ten minutes later, they had both cleaned up and gotten re-dressed, ready to tackle the life and death mission that they still had to handle. As much as they would've liked to keep fucking until their bodies couldn't go, horcrux hunting wouldn't be possible if they were already exhausted.
"So tell me… What did you actually need?" Cho asked.
Behind her, the Grey Lady floated around, not having left. The ghost was going through some kind of afterglow following her orgasm. As she recovered, she kept an ear trained on their conversation.
"Well, like I said, I don't actually know what it will be," Harry admitted. "It has to be a famous, valuable item. Possibly something related to the Founders. That's especially likely since it's hidden in Hogwarts. It may have defenses, too. There's a chance it could be dangerous."
The Grey Lady stopped floating. She froze, her expression and body going completely still.
Cho touched her chin. "Any clues about where it could be?"
"None," Harry admitted reluctantly. "Voldemort knew a lot of Hogwarts's secrets, like how he discovered the chamber. However he hid it, not even Dumbledore knows that it exists."
Cho hummed. "It couldn't be Gryffindor's sword, could it?"
"No. I've used that, and it's not cursed," Harry confirmed.
"You've used—! Oh, of course you have," Cho said, shaking her head. "Well, there's Hufflepuff's Cup. That was lost about a generation ago… There's a chance it could have ended up in Hogwarts. A slim chance, but a chance all the same."
"Actually, the chance is pretty significant!" Harry said excitedly.
He recalled the cup that he'd seen in Voldemort's mind. That sounded like what Tonks was describing! Somewhere, Harry was certain that Helga Hufflepuff's Cup held a portion of the Dark Lord's soul.
Whether it was in Hogwarts…
He knew there was a horcrux here, and he knew that the cup was a horcrux, he just didn't know if those two things were one and the same.
"It's not the cup," the Grey Lady said.
Both of them turned to the ghost. She wasn't smiling anymore. She'd been happy after enjoying the show they gave her; now, she looked grim.
"Do you… Know what Voldemort's Horcrux is?" Harry asked.
"I couldn't forget that blasted diadem if I tried," the Grey Lady mumbled.
Cho gasped. "Diadem! Ravenclaw's Diadem? Merlin, it's HERE!"
The Grey Lady went silent, observing Cho carefully.
"You're from my house. Of course you would desire it," the Grey Lady said. For once her voice sounded full of distaste while talking about Ravenclaw. "Yes, that accursed diadem lies here. The question I care about is, why do you seek it?"
Cho turned to Harry. "Ravenclaw's Diadem is one of the greatest magical treasures in history! Just wearing it is said to grant the user the wisdom and intellect of Rowena Ravenclaw herself! That's as good as gaining a superpower!"
The Grey Lady sniffed dismissively. Since he was the one actually chasing the artifact down, not Cho, Harry took it upon himself to answer the ghost's question.
"When I find the Diadem, I'm going to destroy it," Harry said.
Cho gasped. It was sinking in for her what this mission actually meant. Harry looked at the Grey Lady, who squinted suspiciously at him.
"Wearing it would grant you HER intelligence. Don't you want that?" the Grey Lady asked. "Aren't you thinking about all the problems you could solve with a mind like that?"
It was a tempting prospect. Luckily for Harry, he was saved from having to think deeply because of the situation.
"The Diadem is done for already," he said. "Voldemort has filled it with his soul. Whatever is lost of that priceless artifact is nothing but a warped shadow. That's why I'll take it and obliterate it. When I'm done, there won't be a speck left."
Cho whimpered. Not because she thought that he was wrong, she just couldn't stomach the thought of Ravenclaw's holy grail meeting such a fate.
Her reaction was far more muted than the one that the Grey Lady offered.
The ghost's expression lit up. She floated higher off of the ground, making her hands into fists and smiling eagerly at Harry. She looked like a girl on Christmas.
"You really do mean it?" she asked.
"It's the only choice," Harry said.
"Yes!" the Grey Lady flew in a circle. "I'll take you straight to it! I can't bear to look at it normally, but if you'll truly get rid of it, I'll steer you to exactly the place! It's in the oddest place, a room stacked with things that have gone missing… Fitting, for that abomination! You absolutely must get rid of it. You must, you must, you must!"
"I will," Harry assured her. "But… Why do you care this much?"
The Grey Lady didn't just know the item's location, she held an unrestrained antipathy toward it. She nearly cursed Cho out just because she ASSUMED Cho would covet the item. Once Harry agreed to destroy it, she began showing ten times more emotion than he'd seen from the ghost in five and a half years living at Hogwarts.
Obviously, there was a history there.
The Grey Lady's celebrations became more muted. She stopped flying about the room and slowed down.
"I never speak of this," she began, "but if you're going to do me this service, I suppose you deserve to know the truth. About me, that accursed thing, and my damnable lover."
Cho displayed that she was more than a pretty face, her intellect racing ahead. "The Diadem was lost within a generation of when Rowena was alive. You're mother couldn't have anything to do with it unless she was—"
The Grey Lady smiled bitterly. She grabbed the edges of her dress, lifting it in a midair curtsy which dislodged a few more globs of ectoplasmic arousal from her thighs.
"Greetings to both of you," she said. "My name is Helena Ravenclaw, daughter of Rowena Ravenclaw. The failure whose inadequacies ended the Ravenclaw line. It's a pleasure to meet you both."
Harry thought Cho looked like she might faint.
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