Cho hurried into the bathroom, checked to make sure she was alone and rushed into the stall and shut and locked the door. Casting a silencing spell around her, she yanked up her robes and pushed her skirt to the floor. Sticking her hand inside her panties, she plunged two fingers into her soaking core; stroking quickly in search of release. As she fingered herself, she kept picturing the look of dominant control on Hermione's face, as well as the image of Harry, straddling his broom, his muscular thighs clenching around his broom. Just as she shoved herself over the edge, she imagined Harry and Hermione both standing there in front of her kneeling form, as she opened her mouth to take him inside. The image was just enough, and the sought after climax shuddered through her body and left her panting with exertion.Later that evening