Cho flying above Hogwarts

Hey guys. Thanks for the big wave of support this week - kind comments and lots of new Patrons, thank you so much. Here's a short story scene and image with Cho, something fun to write.

I've had a lot of comments asking me about the process for making these images - I did write it before but it got lost in a comment section, so here it is again.

It's a weird process but here's the usual process breakdown.  It takes a while and the stories take priority, but I want to give you guys more bang for your buck, so I take my time on them.

• Rough draft of text scene to go with image
• I'll sketch to start for structure and main eye-focus stuff (i.e. what you first see)
• Run my sketches through AI to expand and add color (great for backgrounds)
• Now into PS, I re-colorize in Photoshop usually. Heavy edits in Photoshop to add detail and elements (Hogwarts castle stuff, candles, broomsticks)
• Run through AI again for upscaling
• And then back to Photoshop for color grading, final edits, cleanup.
• Final draft of text scene

Here's the scene, one of my favorites. Cho the tease is fun to write.

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“Getting some practice ahead of Slytherin? You need it, you looked real rusty last match.”

Harry blinked his eyes open as he heard the teasing voice.

Cho’s voice as she floated up to him as he hovered, high above Hogwarts. He’d been meditating, feeling the windy breeze against his skin, taking in the spectacular view.

Hogwarts in the rolling Scottish valleys, high mountains and low clouds, reflected in the beautiful still lake. It wasn’t the Riviera, but it held a beauty all its own.

As did Cho, in a short Ravenclaw skirt and a green Holyhead Harpies shirt.

“I beat you.” He protested.

Cho blew a strand of hair from her mouth, the billowing wind picking up, fluttering her skirt teasingly. “Eh, my Chasers got their asses kicked.”

“Our girls are too good.” Harry agreed, leaning forward on his broomstick. He hovered above her — a gentleman’s etiquette, given that she was in that skirt.

They were far too high above the castle for anyone to get a show, but Harry worried momentarily that the firsties had an Astronomy lesson.

“You’re a Holyhead fan?” Harry took in her shirt. Harpies merchandise wasn’t cheap — they had a large fanbase.

“They sent it to me. Buttering up the next generation.” Cho shrugged, but she was smiling.

“Gonna go pro?”

“Sounds a lot like hard work.” She grinned, twirling her broom lazily. She had an easy grace, twisting her whole body so she sat side-saddle, like it was a horse and she was a foot from the ground, rather than miles above it. “I’m going for housewife with a rich husband.”

“Whoa, don’t let Hermione hear you say it.”

Cho rolled her eyes. “We’ve got our very own Hermione. Lisa Turpin almost broke my eardrums when I scribbled in her notebook.”

“What did you write?”

She blushed. “Nudes are more important than NEWTs.”

Harry gasped a laugh. “Cho Chang, what would your mother say?”

“Lisa walked in on me posing in front of a mirror, literally just checking if I looked—”

“Tight.”

“Right, I can say that, you can’t.”

“Noted.”

“And then starts going on about body dysmorphia and how education trumps all.” Cho rolled her eyes. “Like, girl, I didn’t say anything. I know I look good and my grades are top ten.”

“I am not the right partner in this conversation.”

“Suck it up, Potter. I can’t talk to Marietta now, so you have to do my girl-talk.”

“Isn’t Harry Potter like, so hot?”

Cho giggled. “Ohmigod, like, can you believe it? I’m gonna put on a short skirt and fly into the sky so I can get him all alone and give him a gift.”

“Is that what this is?” He smirked. “And there I was thinking you just enjoyed the cold Scottish air.”

“Just wanted to chat somewhere where there wasn’t a thousand glaring eyes. Hermione has started curve-fucking if anyone pisses her off or talks to you for too long.”

Harry choked out a laugh. “Curve-what?”

Cho toyed with her hair coyly. “Oh, you didn’t know? Since we’re graded on a bell-curve, Hermione usually just does her best and she’s an outlier. But when she gets annoyed, she starts an exclusive study group with Susan or Padma or whoever. They all get top grades and the rest of the class gets…”

“Curve-fucked.” Harry shook his head. His Hermione.

“Fun, right?” Cho grinned. “Which is why I’m here on Sunday morning during my beauty sleep time, so cold that my nipples could get in the next issue of Fantastic Beasts.”

Harry snort-laughed, pulling his wand from his sleeve to warm her up.

“Thank you.” Cho tossed her hair behind her like a model.

“So, nudes over NEWTs…” He said casually.

“Subtle, Harry.” She bit her lip and wrenched her top up, revealing a beautifully perky set of tits. More than a nice handful of full breasts, unrestrained by a bra, nipples hard and poking out.

Harry drank her in for a long moment. “You are beautiful. You...are a gift.”

Cho bit her lip, thrusting her chest out and sitting back on her broom. “Glad this was worth the morning breeze…but that wasn’t your gift.”

That morning breeze was coming awfully close to hoisting up her short skirt — it fluttered up enough to reveal a very bare hip, devoid of pantylines.

“Race me around the lake?” She asked, cheeks reddening prettily.

“Is this where I comment on your new broom?” Harry jibed.

“Like it? It’s got such a tight turn, I’ll Wronski Feint you and put you in the lake.” Cho grinned, turning slowly in mid-air.

“Cleansweep Eleven. It’s a beauty.” Harry admired. The same broom Ron had received from his parents that year.

“I told Mom that I needed to ride a new broom really hard.”

“Really, Cho?”

“I’m just trying to make you blush.”

“I’m unblushable.”

“I wanted a new broom that would be easy for me to polish when it got nice and wet.”

“This is beneath you.”

Cho giggled giddily as he pulled his broom alongside hers, ready for the race to begin. Below, Hogwarts and the vista he would never tire of.

A race would take his mind off all his stresses. Already, he could see it; dangling his toes in the lake as he shot over it, rolling through the circle the Giant Squid made with his tentacles. Brushing through the leaves of the Forbidden Forest. Climbing up the mountains, brushing against the snowy tips.

“Three, two—” Harry called.

Cho shot off with a laughing shriek. “This is your gift! You are beneath me!”

Her laugh made him smile — she had an easy spirit. And as he took off after her, he figured out what she meant. Because instead of diving straight down, she dove with a deliberately strange line, taking the higher ground, so he could fly beneath her.

So when he looked up, he could glimpse  under her flapping skirt as she straddled the broom — her naked ass curving out on either side of the broomstick, and sometimes, if he strained his eyes, used his Seeker vision, he could see just the barest glimpse of pussy—

Harry gasped as his feet trailed into the cold lake. He yanked himself up to hear her cries of laughter.

“I told you I’d put you in the lake!” She yelled.

Harry just shook his head. “Next time, you’re the one getting wet!”

“Who says I’m not wet already?” Cho winked at him. “Oh, hey…look at that red face. I knew I could make you blush!”