"Why don't you talk to her, Potter?"
Harry spun around to face the Gryffindor Keeper.
"Oliver! I didn't see you standing there..."
"You should go over there and say hello to her, Harry."
Harry suddenly found the castle masonry to be vastly interesting.
"I... I don't know what you're talking about..."
"Oh? You've only been staring at her for a full three minutes, Potter."
Wood grinned as a reddish hue spread over Harry's cheeks.
"I..."
"Now now, there's nothing wrong with being in love, Potter..."
"I - ! It's not - !"
Wood patted the younger boy on the shoulder.
"Take it from me, Potter. The only way she'll notice you is if you talk to her."
Harry nodded and took a few hesitant steps forward. Glancing back, he saw Oliver nod.
"Go on."
Walking the endlessly short distance over to where she stood, Harry took a deep breath and said, "... Hi, Cho..."
Oliver smiled and headed off towards the quidditch field.