A/N: My firstHP/CC fanfic. Now be nice. This is the first part of the 2-part story.

Note: post-OotP. It's what I think was happening at the end a certain DA's class in Cho's POV.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

Without Taking Your Clothes Off

By Mythikal

It was so sudden and uncalled for. Cho could feel Harry's shock and inexperience. It must have been Harry's first kiss.

She found herself launching at him after minutes of thinking of…last year.

She was crying. She hadn't realized it until a stray tear landed the split second before she kissed Harry, as if warning her to stop.

Is it still me that makes you sweat?
Am I who you think about in bed?
When the lights are dim

and your hands are shaking

as you're sliding off your dress?

The Kiss was wet. Thanks to her and her stupidity tears. A taste of saltiness pressed onto Harry's lips. At the moment, he still stood awkwardly, not knowing what to do. Hmm…she shouldn't worry. Instinct would take over –Cho wanted the kiss to last, and in order to do that, he had to do something too. In 5th year, she was always swept away by –

You're still thinking about me? I'm flattered.

Cedric!

Then think of what you did
and how I hope to God he was worth it.
When the lights are dim

And your heart is racing

As your fingers touch your skin.

Not again.

Not Now.

Damn it.

She wasn't crazy, she told herself over and over again yet she didn't believe it.

She must have been crazy; ever since 6th year began, she was greeted by Cedric's cheery voice, all in her mind sadly. Cho nearly jumped out of her skin that first time and re-ran her mascara. If she was talking to her now, that meant if she dared open her eyes, there would stand Cedric, dazzling and un-corpsy. He comes with the whole Delusional-package.

I've got more wit,

A better kiss,

A hotter touch,

A better fuck
Than any boy you'll ever meet,

Sweetie, you had me.

Of course she knew better; he wasn't really there and talking to her. As joyful at that would be – speaking to Cedric again – she knew it wasn't true in the least. But he just wouldn't go away, no matter how much effort she put in to make him disappear.

'Go away!' she yelled in her mind, slowly and painfully dying inside.

Go away? Hmm…playing hard-to-get I see. And using Potter? Excellent.

Girl I was it, look past the sweat,

A better love deserving of
Exchanging body heat in the passenger seat?
No, no, no, you know it will always just be me…

'I am not using him…I like him.'

Not in the way you want to.

It's like he read her mind. Yes, because when apart of something, it's easy to tell what's going on. Cedric, this Cedric, was a figment of her imagination. He might have sounded real, but all because she made him to be.

'What are you talking about? He likes me, and I always had a thing for him.'

Even when I was alive?


Let's get these teen hearts beating

Faster, faster

Silence.

You didn't have something for him when we were going out, did you?

'You've twisted things around.'

Answer the question.

'Why are you doing this?'

Cho, just answer the question.

Fuck off Cedric!

Reality came back like a bitch-slap. Cedric's voice went deathly silent. Cho's eyes sprung open to see that her conversation with the dead took no longer than 2 seconds. Harry, at last, started doing something with his mouth with Cho found quite funny. Without warning, Harry ripped away from Cho, looking dazed.

So testosterone boys and harlequin girls,
Will you dance to this beat, and hold a lover close?
So testosterone boys and harlequin girls,
Will you dance to this beat, and hold a lover close?

Harry looked a bit drunk. Ah, the joy of the first kiss. "I'm just gonna…um…uh…you know…." He pointed to the door for a clue. He ran out the door as fast as his legs would allow. She watched him go, shut the Room of Requirement door and collapsed on the floor, crying.


So I guess we're back to us, oh cameraman, swing the focus
In case I lost my train of thought, where was it that we last left off?
(Let's pick up, pick up)

TBC