Well, someone asked me to do a Cho/Harry story, so here's the first chap! I don't hate it, like i usually do with my stuff (See my bio, and see that i have a low self-isteem) Hope you enjoy!

I brushed an unruly strand of straight, black hair behind me ear for about the four-hundredth time that afternoon. The lobby in the office building was beginning to bore me out of my wits. I had been standing there, hip cocked to one side, clutching my handbag for ages. My muggle Aunt Lynn had been up in the office for hours, supposedly talking with a financial agent, but I had other thoughts in my head on what they were doing.

This whole summer was turning out all wrong. First, my boyfriend broke up with me. I had never had good luck with boyfriends. They either died, turned out to be insensitive jerks or dumped me the first week after summer began. So, my mom, seeing me in this depression, suggested I go stay with my Aunt, who was apparently splitting up with my uncle. I think it was just an evil ploy to get me out of Mother's way, and I wasn't enjoying any bit of this vacation.

Nearly everyday consisted of me trailing along with Aunt Lynn to this office building, so she could "speak" with her "financial advisor" about her "fiscal problems." Ha! I was sure that 'speak' meant 'do something totally wrong,' 'financial advisor', as in 'lover' and the only problems she would've confronted him about was her husband and how mean he was. Yes, I thought, as I slumped against the wall, this was such a waste of time. I didn't want to stand here, on the first floor of a very boring, fancy sky-scraping building so my aunt could take advantage of some man upstairs.

I teetered over to the elevator's, in my muggle best. A simple black mini-skirt and blue halter-top, complete with black pumps, blended my witch self perfectly in the crowd. I drew out a finger and pressed the 'up' button near the doors. I needed to get home, away from this boring building, and the only way home was finding Aunt Lynn. I stood there, tapping my foot, waiting for the doors to open, when voices caught my attention.

Spinning around, I saw none other than the ruthless jerk, Harry Potter, famous for being a savoir. He was nothing more than a regular stupid boy to me. With Potter was a huge teen, and a spindly middle-aged women with an abnormally long neck. "Go!" the woman pressed Potter towards the group of elevators, towards me. I looked down trying to hide my face.

"Why?" he asked, as ignorant as ever.

"GO tell your uncle what you've done! Go on! You weren't afraid to perform that bit of...M-A-G-I-C, so how can you be afraid of telling him about it!" she snarled. "Now hurry! He's in room 7311." With a final shove, he landed beside me, and re-pressed the same arrow I had touched only seconds before. Stupid, I told myself, Can't he see it's already glowing?

"But it's on the 73rd floor!" Potter turned to whine to his relatives once more.

"Get!" And with that, the doors swung open. I hesitated going in. Being stuck with Harry for 80 floors in an elevator wasn't going to be fun, but I did need to get out of the lobby. And the fat guy that was with Harry looked rather scary as well. I swung into the ritzy elevator and pressed floor 81, the floor Aunt Lynn's 'advisor' was on. Harry shortly entered, pressed hi number, and, like me, leaned back against the wall. With that, the doors shut and we, alone, started upwards.

I tried to hide behind the corner, but it did no use. "Cho Chang!" I finally heard Harry blurt. "Is that you?"

I lifted up my face and looked at him, not quite in the eyes.

"Harry Potter?!" I acted as if I were surprised to see him. "What on earth brings you here?!" I was determined to keep this conversation bearable.

"Oh, My aunt is making me go talk to my uncle after I, uh, accidentally did some magic at home," he sounded nervous, but was trying to act cool, I could tell. He sat back on his heels and looked at me quizzically. "What're you doing here?"

"My Aunt has some business in this building," I replied simply. I kept my lips in they're pursed shape, not smiling or looking mad. Harry had no right to know how I felt inside. "What magic did you do?" Stupid question. As if I even cared. And that showed in my tone.

"I, uh, set the rosebushes on fire," he looked ashamed, before sheepishly ginning up at me, as if to laugh off the whole thing. He looked like an over-grown elf, even more nerdy than that red-haired freak he always hung with. Which was peculiar, because they weren't smart at the least. Unlike that silly, bushy-haired girl he was close to as well.

"Funny," I lied. Then again, though, it was a bit humorous, as a picture of a white house with a picket fence and fancy roses abruptly bursting into flames entered my mind. I suddenly saw the lady he was with and the fat dude running from the house screaming, the dude panting heavily with every step. A small laugh exploded from my lips and before I knew it, I was beaming. Harry grinned back, and I at last looked straight into his eyes. They were a sparkling green, and very captivating. They penetrated right back at me, nearly melting me on the spot.

There was this feeling, that was shooting through me. Maybe he wasn't an immature jerk. Maybe he was sweet and kind like everyone else thought of him. Maybe I loved him....

"So," He coughed and looked away, blushing profoundly, "How's your summer been?"

"Oh, all right I suppose. Yours?" I wasn't about to go into great detail of my heartbreak with the Quidditch chaser dude at the moment.

"I hate summers," he simply said. I nodded, and studied the ugly carpet beneath my feet. Nobody uttered a sound for minutes. I glanced up at the digital sign above the numbers. We were only on floor 45. I suppressed a groan, and thumbed through my handbag, trying to find something to catch my interest. Mints! I opened the tin of Altoids and popped one in my mouth.

Minutes continued to pass silently. I stared at Harry, who was taking his turn at gazing upon the floor. His hair was tousled in an almost cute manner. He was wearing grungy jeans and a gray T-shirt, very bland. I looked back at my handbag, drumming my fingers along the leather. Only 30 more floors. 29...28...27...

A Bing sounded and the elevator stopped. At floor 53. This was not cool. "What's happening!" I said, unable to control the fear in my voice.

"I think we've stopped," he said, stating the obvious. Duh!

"But WHY?!" I hollered at him.

"I dunno. Elevator trouble?"

"I CAN"T HAVE ELEVATOR TROUBLE! I NEED TO GET OUT OF HERE!" I slapped my hand over my mouth. I had surprised even myself at my outburst. Harry looked taken aback and fearful. "Sorry," I mumbled. "Got a bit...out of hand..."

"Itsokay," he blended his words together. I slumped down to the floor, resting my tired legs. This was really not the time to be stuck in an elevator with Harry Potter, the boy who lived.

Well, there it is, the first chap. I'll probably have a few more, and call it done, it won't be a long one. I"m trying to work out a block on Velvet Yesterday, so this is how i'm passing the time. Thanks for reading! Now review!!! I"m not updating until i get some reviews!!!

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