Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all its characters aren't mine, plz dont sue, I'm just borrowing them. I'll give em back, promise!

A/N: Lol, this is the i-have-no-idea-why-I'm-doing-this type of fic. Mostly, i've been wanting to continue the first fic i made for Fire and ice, but i'm kinda stuck, plus, i have a fic in the Legend of Zelda area with quite the bit of fans I'm not willing to dissapoint. So basically, this are romantic little scenes of stories i wanted to do, or will do. I'm not sure yet. As the title says, i plan to do quite a bit of them, hehe. Ah, well, you tell me

Scene 1: Hospital room after the war. CC/HP

The rain pouring, Voldemort's wand next to his face…. He gathered the last of his failing strength and pointed his wand at the dark lord….

Silence. No voices. No cruses being fired. Harry groggily opened his eyes to a blinding white blur. He had been at Godric's hollow and now he was…in a room, lying on a bed? He was right. He lay on the bed sprawled, facedown on the soft green sheets. He squinted, trying to get a good glimpse, even though he could hardly see without his glasses on. White curtains surrounded around three sides of his bed, leaving only one space open. Blinding light came from the window in front. What had happened, exactly?

He pushed himself with his hands and sighed in relief, glad to know that he was still mobile. But when he tried to move his feet, he found that his left foot was completely numb. He drew a sharp intake of breath, and turning around so he was sitting, he pulled the covers down. Much to his relief, the leg was bandaged from the thigh down, making it impossible for him to see any damage. He reached for the bed stand and found his glasses neatly placed on top of his folded pans.

"Awake, I see." A woman said.

He pulled his sheets up quickly and turned with a start. Near the window, a girl sat in a chair between the bed stand and the window. She was petite, with shimmering black hair tied loosely on a ponytail. Her slanted brown eyes and porcelain skin, gave her an exotic look. Her cheek was bruised, one arm was bandaged, and a scar ran down her chin. Harry involuntarily flinched.

"Is it that bad?" She asked jokingly "Normally I would've made myself presentable, but with a broken arm, putting a shirt on is not worth the effort. "

"W-" He would've finished his question, but "What are you doing here?" made him sound like such an arse. Instead, he smiled and said "Nah, you look beautiful. I'm glad to see you're safe." And was satisfied when a blush crept up her pretty cheeks.

"Thank you." She smiled at him "I was more worried about you. Your leg was bleeding badly."

""I'm used to getting hurt. " He looked up at her "How long have you been sitting there?"

She didn't answer. Instead, she moved from her chair to the end of his bed and sat, staring at him with blurry eyes. Don't cry, don't cry, Cho. It's ok. He wanted to say, but his throat constricted painfully. She quickly wiped her eyes on the back of her good hand. Their eyes met once more, and her vision glazed. Even though she was too far to reach him, Harry leaned in. His stomach lurched nervously, and he closed his eyes, waiting.

It felt like his fourth year all over again, where he found himself competing for her affection against Cedric Diggory. He had never been strong enough to get the girl's attention in Hogwarts or interested enough to find out what she liked, or brave enough to talk to her in the first place. Being foolishly lovesick and famous didn't compensate for his lack of good looks. Nor did his messy hair or green eyes that some girls called boyish outmatched Cedric's golden-brown hair or fair face. He was average in size, neither short nor tall, and against Ron and other boys in his common room, he felt small and lacking. She shifted in his bed, and he felt her legs slide against his own until her weight rested on his midriff, straddling him.

"Pretty boy Potter" she said, her warm breath tickling his eyelids "What did you want from me?"

"Hmm…" He mumbled. Trying to ignore the growing warmth spreading from his stomach to other parts of his body, he sighed "What do you think?" Leaning forward, he brushed his lips softly against her own, hoping she wouldn't back away

"Harry…" her good hand caressed his face softly, tracing a line down his old lighting-shaped scar and running along the new ones on his cheeks and jaw. "I know we haven't talked in two years…but…"

"Is it too late to say I'm sorry?" he asked, pressing his forehead against hers. "Can you forgive me for being such and idiot?"

"Of course not!" She beamed "I forgive you, Harry, only if you forgive me. It wasn't your fault that I couldn't stop talking about Cedric. But if you don't mind, I'd rather not talk about my dead ex-boyfriend." Sweat beaded his forehead as she leaned against him, but he didn't back down.

"I really like you too" he muttered against her lips, marveling at how soft they felt and how much he had missed them.

"Actions speak louder than words, Harry." She murmured. He noticed her eyes were glued to his lips and he smiled.

"Then listen well" he gently used his thumbs to close her eyes before bringing his mouth down to hers.

A/N: Hehe, its been a while since i've posted on the HP area, hope to do some more soon. Though, i will be busy with the LoZ fic Please be kind and review!

and OMG: I JUST SAW WHAT THEY DID TO CHO!!! OMG, OMG, OMG! Its totally hilarious to see her (Lol, you guys will see), but that's because i'm cruel sometimes. I must admit, i am offended. I like Cho as a character, and she's my fav female char in the series, then Hermione and Loony :P I was dissapointed when the cut Marrietta from the movie and made Cho the sneak :( Poor Cho (Even though it made me laugh when i saw what happened to her :P). Lol.