A/N: Welcome to my long-anticipated (Hah! Who am I kidding?) Harry/Cho story! I know, I know, "Where is the Harry/Ginny story?" Well, call me crazy, but I think that Cho and Harry make an adorable couple. Not that Harry and Ginny don't, but… I'm digging a hole here. Just read on, loyal reviewers!

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters – they all belong to J.K. Rowling.

Rating: T – Just in case.

Chapter One

"Listen up!" George's voice rang out over the chattering of students. He was waving his arms wide, yet no one seemed to notice his frantic movements.

"You're all a bunch of bloody gits!" snapped Fred. He was standing on the table beside his brother, overlooking the tangled mess of students conversing around them. "Shut up!"

Not a glance was spared in the direction of the twins. For all of their loud pranks, they could not for the sake of Merlin figure out how to get the students to quiet down.

Suddenly, Hermione stepped gracefully onto the table and stood between the two twins. Placing her wand on the throat, she muttered, "Sonorus." Her voice then boomed throughout the room, amplified. "We are all gathered here for the same reason, so for Merlin's sake, listen up!"

The way the students reacted, you would've thought Professor Snape had just giggled. All eyes were on Hermione and the twins, all mouths closed, and all ears alert.

"Brilliant," commented George, patting Hermione on the shoulder.

The curly haired brunette removed her wand from her throat and growled in a voice only audible to the twins and the closest audience members, "This doesn't mean I approve of this." At that, she stepped down from her perch and returned to her seat between Ron and Harry. Ron grinned at Hermione, but she was too interested in what the twins had to say to notice.

"Now that Hermione has gotten your attention," began Fred, gesturing widely to Hermione, "we can begin the meeting."

"You all know what we are here for," continued George earnestly. "We all have one thing in common."

"We all think that something shady is going on in the school," Fred solemnly murmured.

"And we need to do everything in our power to figure out what it is." George's eyes were eagerly connecting with everyone else's.

"We don't know much now-"

"But we are all banding together-"

"So we can have ears all over the school!"

The group of students gathered round the table cheered, a few of them punching the air with their clenched fists.

"What will we save?" cried Fred, cupping his hands around his ear, leaning towards the crowd.

"Hogwarts!" George led the cheer, punching empty air in time to the beat.

"How will we save it?"

"Banding!"

"What will we save?"

Ron leapt to his feet, clapping and cheering. "Hogwarts!"

Hermione rolled her eyes and, with a sigh, stepped up onto the table again. The cheering died down almost instantly. "I've got a question for you two - When do we meet?."

"When do you not have questions?" snorted an anonymous comedian from the back of the room.

"Why don't you show your face, you little coward?" snarled Ron back, causing a momentary awkward silence.

Clearing his throat, George attracted all attention back to himself. "We'll meet here every other night." He gestured to the large room. It was similar to the Gryffindor common room. Stony gray walls stretched from the stone ceiling to the stone floor, carpeted with golden rugs. Large chocolate-brown tables were spaced evenly round the room, seating roughly 3 persons at each table.

"We all know how to get in here, right?" demanded Fred. Then, without waiting for a reply, he enlightened the crowd, "If you need to come here for a meeting, then the door will appear. Go through it."

"But be careful," warned the twin, the spark disappearing from his eyes, only to be replaced with a dangerous glint. "Don't let anyone follow you. We can't let the outsiders know about this place – it could ruin us."

"What exactly are we going to call ourselves?" asked Cho Chang, tossing her smooth black hair over her shoulder.

An outburst of talking broke out in the room, names being suggested, but none of them seeming good enough to stick with or mention twice.

Harry stood up from his table, his stance alone commanding silence. "If you have a suggestion, put up your hand."

A couple hands raised tentatively into the air.

"Luna?" Harry called.

All eyes turned to the platinum-blonde girl. Her wide eyes remained on Harry, though, as she spoke. "I think it should be called something similar to the DA; Dumbledore's Army."

A ripple of approval was voiced quietly throughout the room. Only one voice chose to say aloud the question on everyone's mind: "It can't be Dumbledore's Army, so who's army will it be?"

Harry lifted his hands for silence and was obeyed. He then noticed the solitary hand waving slowly in the air. "Cho?"

"I think that we should name the Army after Harry," replied Cho, her large brown gaze meeting Harry's shocked one.

"I don't think that's a good idea," said Harry, shifting his weight nervously from foot to foot.

"Think about it!" exclaimed Cho, jumping to her feet and turning to face the crowd. "Fred and George couldn't get our attention at all, and Hermione had to use a spell to have us hear her, but all Harry had to do was stand up!"

The room was silent, gazes being exchanged – some approving, some unsure and some angry.

A thin voice pierced the silence. "She's right. Harry is a born leader, just as Dumbledore is. And if Dumbledore was able to handle an Army, then so can Harry."

Harry felt his face flush. "No. I could never be as great as Dumbledore."

Ron stood up and starting chanting, pulling Hermione up with his other hand. "Harry! Harry! Harry!"

One by one the students rose, their voices joining together to chant the name of their new leader.

Ron and Hermione stood on either side of Harry, lending him their support.

"We need you, mate," chuckled Ron, slapping Harry on the shoulder cheerily. "No pressure!"

"Harry! Harry! Harry!"

George opened his mouth wide and bellowed over the cheers, "Together we'll be known as the HA – Harry's Army!"

A/N: How is that for a start? I'd like to note that this is (in a way) a sequel to my Hermy and Won Won story, though it isn't a necessity for you to have read it. Dumbledore is alive, and You-Know-Who is still in hiding. This would be around the sixth year at Hogwarts. Send some reviews!