Harry was confused.

Did Cho like him? Did he really like her? Does she still mourn over Cedric? Does she think it's his fault that Cedric died? What was Ron's tonuge stuck in Harry's left shoe?

Wait a minute.

"Ron! Give me back my shoe!"

"I can't! My tounge is stuck!"

"I don't want to go talk to Cho (which was what he was going to do) dragging you by your tounge that's stuck in my shoe! Why is your tounge in my shoe anyway?"

"I poured some pop in it."

Harry looked very strangely at Ron. He turned his head about 45 degrees to the right, giving Ron a sense of stupidity. Yes, adding on the the stupidiy he already had.

"I'm afraid to ask. Just take your tongue out ok?"

It took Ron about 15 seconds to process that through his head, but finally got it and nodded. He didn't get it the right way, and instead jumped out the window. Fortunetly, the shoe fell off his tounge.

Harry glanced out the window to see Ron laying on the ground laughing. Harry ignored it and put on his shoes.

"What's up with Ron?" Harry asked Hermoine.

"He was drinking Jolt," she responded.

"So that's what he poured on my shoe!"

"He what?"

"Don't ask, and no one will get hurt. You don't want to know, even beside the fact that I don't know myself, so screw this I'm outta here."

Hermoine shot Harry a look and went back to her bed to lay down.

Harry then ran out his door, glancing around, ignoring the fact that Ron was still laying on the ground howling about nothing.

He knew that Cho was in the library, he overheard conversations, he didn't evesdrop, he'd never do that!

Looking through the library window, he saw Cho reading a book. He walked through the library door and blushed even before he approached Cho.

"Oh, -er-, hi Harry," she said.

"Um...... uh........ hi."

"I've been meaning to talk to you, but. uh, yeah."

"Mmph, ok. Does it need to be private?"

"Duh!"

"Um... then let's go to, uh, that uh, yeah."

It was kind of hard to go to a place that they hadn't even decided yet. They just went outside the library into a corner where they could be alone.

"Harry, uh, it wasn't your fault with Cedric, was it?"

"Oh he** no. It was Voldemort's fault."

"Whew! That's good. And uh, Harry, um....."

"Yes?"

"I don't know how to say this, but, I like you."

"You, meant it? I thought you and Ced-"

"No, we were just friends pretty much, he asked me, and decided after that we should just be friends. I really wanted to go with you Harry."

"Oh, that's good, I like you too, I think. Oh yeah! I do. So uh....."

"Wanna make out?"

"Uh, sure!"