Well, I never thought I'd do more of this! Anyway, I'm just trying to get rid of some Writer's Block by adding this quick scene to what was going to be a one-shot. Oh, and readers of my fanfictions who have noticed that it's been a long time since I updated anything...SOMEONE STOLE MY BLOODY LAPTOP. So I got a new one set up today and...Writer's Block! So, hopefully, that'll clear up soon. Anyway, enjoy!

"Harry, you come back here with my Redvines!" Ron shouts, chasing after Harry. Harry laughs, sprinting along ahead of his friend, black curls bouncing on his head. Hair that I'd give anything to run my hands through.

Locks as lively as he is, I think as I pick up my pace to watch them running across the field. Harry darts around in the tall grass, too fast for Ron, as he tauntingly waves a large package of candy in the air. I giggle at their childish quarreling. Boys.

"Make me!" Harry turns to face him, running backwards, his Quidditch-toned arms spread out. "Come at me, bro!"

Ron scowls jokingly, letting forward a burst of energy in his effort to catch his candy's captor. Harry slowly opens the bag, looking my brother in the eye. Ron gasps. "You wouldn't."

Harry sighs. "Oh, but I would." He removes a long, red string of candy from the blue bag, and shoves half of the string into his mouth. "Mmmmmm!" He teases. "Nom, nom, nom, it's so good! Nom, nom nom!" He makes exaggerated chewing noises at Ron..

I look toward Ron, expecting him to play along, good-naturedly moaning in pretend agony at the loss of the candy. However, I turn to see a flash of red hair, similar to my own, whizzing past me as Ron tackles Harry to the ground. I run over, so I stand beside them.

"Okay, man," Harry grunts. "You can have 'em back. I was joking."

I watch in horror as the ginger hair darkens, getting longer and greasier. The nose grows even longer, turning almost hook-like. Finally, the features stop changing, to reveal the Potions teacher, Professor Snape.

"Harry!" Something's not right here. But I can't let Harry be in danger. He's The Boy Who Lived to the wizarding world. He's a best friend to my brother. To me, well, he's hope. And I will do anything to keep my hope alive. I reach around to all of my pockets. "Wand, wand, where's my wand..." I mutter, yet I find nothing. I finally resort to just desperately crying out, "Harry! Harry!"

"S-Snape?!" Harry exclaims. "How'd you get here?"

Professor Snape sneers. "Polyjuice potion, obviously," He says in his droning voice. He raises his wand, worn after years of use. "Avada K-"

"Honey, wake up!" Someone shakes my arm.

I jerk awake, alarmed. Oh. It's Cho Chang, y'all, I think bitterly. My hands brush my face, which is streaked with tears. "What happened?" I'm lying under a tree, in the grass of the courtyard.

"You must've fallen asleep in the darn courtyard," Cho explains. "Next class starts in a minute or two. Why are ya cryin'?"

I look at her, skeptical. "Must've been a bad dream, I guess. Why would you want to know?"

"Well, I'm older than you. I'm gonna have to learn to take care of children at some point," She shrugs.

"I'm not a child, I'm eleven," I mutter, irritated,

Taking no notice, she sits down in the grass beside me. "Now, I heard you sayin' somethin' in your sleep."

My body tenses. "What?"

"You were cryin' about Harry, bless your heart!" She exclaims. "You like him, don't ya!"

"Well, I..." I sigh. No point trying to hide it. It'll never get anywhere, anyway. "Yes."

Cho squeals in delight. "Well, Chocolate Frogs, I just knew it! Listen, I'll help you out: I was goin' to try breakin' up with Cedric Diggory and askin' Harry to the Yule Ball, but you can have him!"

My stomach feels like my hair when Mum braids it for me. "But...Harry likes...you." This is more an accusation than a statement, but Cho doesn't seem to notice.

"Really?" Cho asks. She giggles. "Oh, I forgot - I'm the hottest girl around! Everybody likes me!"

I nod, comprehending her reasoning, and agreeing. Suddenly, another thought hits me. "But won't it break his heart?" I whisper, alarmed. I don't want to hurt him.

"Do you know how many hearts I break, no matter who I choose?" She argues. "It's so hard to be this gorgeous," She sighs, flipping her hair.

"Must be," I realize. "Well, it's a deal, Cho Chang."

She stands up, grinning. "Great! Now the guys are a bit more evened out in the world! I was gettin' worried that people like you wouldn't get any, since I get them all because I'm, y'know, pretty, and you're..." Her face turns a pretty shade of rose. "Well, you're another story. Anyway, you're welcome!"

"Thanks!" I call after her. Finally, something great is happening in my messed-up life! Love might - just might - prevail over everything going up against me. Because I'm the one who will always be there, when he thinks he's alone. But he's not. Because he's here with me. And - wait, did she just call me ugly?

Cut me a bit of slack on this one - I'm half asleep and suffering from Writer's Block. Well, bye! Hope the remainder of your summer is totally awesome!