Notes: Inspired by the wonderful Mirth at FAP, here's a scenario depicting this couple's first kiss…
Disclaimer: Cho and Roger's shared caffeine addiction is mine. Cho herself belongs to Roger. Roger to Cho. Neither of them are mine. Got it?
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"I
can't BELIEVE you!" A small, black-haired whirlwind stormed into the tidy
office, causing the door to slam against the wall. The green-clad woman made a
beeline for the desk, forcefully spinning the chair and its occupant out of the
way and grabbing the cup lying next to a sheaf of parchment. It was empty.
The deceptively dainty-looking Chinese woman glared at the man in the chair,
who looked back at her with a bewildered expression on his face.
"Is there something wrong, Cho?"
"Davies!! I have a bloody Quidditch game in two hours, and you drank all
the coffee!! There is nothing...NOTHING caffeinated in this house!" Cho
hissed, "We're playing the Falcons, those Beaters are going to try to
crack my head open! I need my bloody coffee!!"
Sometime in the middle of this frenzied rant, Roger had gotten out of his chair
and now stood at his full height. Putting one hand up in a defensive manner, he
said, "I had to finish a report. I'm really sorry, but it couldn't be
helped, "gesturing the sheaf of parchment on the desk, "Look, I'm
sorry about the coffee, I'll buy some more for you later today, after I get
some sleep. But I'm really tired now, so could we save this argument for
later?"
"ARGH!" Cho growled, narrowing her eyes at him, "I'm dead tired,
and I have a game in two hours..."
"Well, perhaps you wouldn't be so dead tired if you weren't up 'til three
practicing the Feint...I really don't think that that was necessary..."
Roger said sensibly, privately wondering if it was that dreaded time of the month
again.
"So sayeth he who used to make us go out and practice at dawn for two
hours, rain or shine..." Cho said mockingly, before scowling blackly once
again, "Do you even CARE that the Falcons are going to try to kill me
today? Do you know...one of the Beaters is Kyle Bole! Ex-Slytherin! He broke my
arm first year I played at Hogwarts, or do you not remember? He'll just do it
again!"
"Cho...coffee won't prevent Bole from trying to hit you with a
bludger." Roger sighed as he ran his hand through his dark hair. Now...he
had not slept in 23 hours, and he did NOT need this temper tantrum. It was loud
and distracting and...Cho looked gorgeous when she was mad. AND HE DID NOT JUST
THINK THAT!
"What did you just not think?"
Bloody hell, did he just say that aloud?! Apparently, he did, for she was
looking at him with suspicious, narrowed eyes. "It's NOT that time of the
month...so don't even go there!" she hissed between clenched teeth, arms
folded across her chest, face flushed, eyes flashing, "Merlin...I need my
damned coff---mmph!"
Roger did not exactly know what had happened. One moment, he was standing about
two feet away from his ranting housemate, reflecting rather crazily that she
looked gorgeous when she was angry, the next, he had seized her by the
shoulders, and cut her off mid-sentence by kissing her lips. It was not a
gentle, courtly sort of kiss...the sort of kiss that he'd shared with other
women on dates. It was not about simple attraction, polite
conversation...anything of that sort. It was something deeper, something
elevated yet grounded, based on all that was real, that came from knowing
someone for years and learning, carefully, all her quirks. It was how they
could talk for hours on the most inane things, how he hated the way she shed
strands of her long hair on the bathroom counter when she brushed it every
morning, how SHE hated the way that HE constantly forgot to take out the
garbage, how they fought over the coffee. It was laughter and arguments and
friendship and so much more...and he pulled away with a hard, concussive
breath.
Cho looked at his shell-shocked, owl-eyed expression, and dazedly lifted a hand
to her lips. Did she just kiss him? Well, he kissed her...he didn't mean to,
she could tell...but...didn't she just kiss him back as well? He had been the
one to break away.
The office was now eerily silent, compared to how it had been a few moments
ago, when she had been screaming at him for...what was it that she had been
screaming at him for, anyway? For the life of her, she couldn't remember.
Something...she felt energized, powerful. And he was opening his mouth,
probably about to apologize.
She walked up to him and firmly put a slender finger over his lips.
"Shh!" He shut up, looking utterly, adorably confused. She hesitated
for a moment, wondering if she would regret this, if she would just kill the incalculably
precious friendship that they shared. "Oh, sod it!" Damning rational
behavior to hell, she linked her hands behind his neck and drew his head down
to her level, and kissed him once again.
~~~Excerpt from the Daily Prophet, section on Magical Games and Sports~~~
Yesterday's Harpies/Falcons game ended with a brilliant win by the all-witch
team. Seeker Chang, playing with a fervor and skill seldom seen from any Quidditch
player, caught the snitch four hours into the game. It is notable that, despite
the fact that the lovely star Seeker had a bruise on her neck, the game she
played was absolutely inspired. Afterwards, when interviewed, Chang smiled and
said that she had "never felt so full of life before!"
Well done, Ms. Chang! We hope that whatever inspired and energized you today
will happen again for your upcoming games!
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"So, what do you have to say to that, Ms.
I-can't-play-without-my-coffee?"
Cho leaned back contentedly into his arms, snuggling against the warmth of his
chest, "Just don't take this away from me too, all right?"
"Never."