All characters belong to J.K Rowling, of course.
Well here's chapter three. Why is it that whenever you post something, the punctuation always stuffs up? I have absolutely no idea what the 1.1.1.1. and 1.1.1.2 were doing in the end of the last chapter. And in the last chapter, what were all the repeated words with full stops between them - they were supposed to be "dot dot dots" and when I typed it up, they were. I have them in this chapter too so I hope they work this time. And the centring never works either. Oh yeah,
Ronald J Whalen: Thanks for your '2 cents'! I'll definitely have Snape in the story (he's so cool and funny!) and this will probably turn out as a Ron/Hermione too!
Anyway, on with the story. . .
Friend of the Heart
Chapter Three
Harry half dragged, half carried Cho inside. They entered the empty hall and Harry lowered her gently to the ground. "Uh, are you okay? Do you want to go to the hospital wing or something?" he asked.
"No, I'm fine. Tbanks Harry. You better go now. Uh, I think you had a previous arrangement," she said nodding behind him.
Ron was walking with a rather forced stride towards Harry. "What happened to you?" he exclaimed, "I was waiting a full forty minutes for you. Did you have to sterilise your broom or something after leaving it in the broom shed?"
Harry turned around. Ron was standing in front of him. Ron looked down and then saw Cho. "Ah."
"Very romantic, Harry," he said pretending to be deeply offended while trying not to smile. Harry looked up at him, the colour rising in his face.
"Leave me waiting out on the quidditch pitch while you go off. . ." Ron looked down at Cho again. "Uh, Harry, what's wrong? Is she. . . is she alright?" he said uncertainly.
"I don't know," mumbled Harry, still red. He didn't really know what to do. "I think I'll just take her to the hospital wing or something," he said. He felt a bit uncomfortable and silently wished Ron would leave. Ron got the gist and said to Harry "I think you should. I'll go now, meet you later," and left.
He walked away and Cho shifted and stood up properly. "No, I'm fine. I'll just go to my common room - I don't need to go to the hospital wing," she said.
"You really should go to the hospital wing. Even if you feel fine, which I'm sure you don't. Come on," said Harry, decisively.
"No, really. I don't want to go. I'll just go to bed."
Harry looked at her. She had a resolute and slightly stubborn tone, while still being polite. He got the feeling that she did things her own way. He smiled. "Fine, you win. But you have to let me accompany you to your common room, then," he said.
Cho smiled at him. "Sure." And they walked slowly toward the Ravenclaw common room. They arrived at a picture of a pale woman with silver hair and wearing white robes. She was leaning on a tall pole on the side of the picture, fast asleep. "Well thanks, Harry. For everything," said Cho.
Harry blushed again. "Yeah. Okay then, take care of yourself. And um, if you ever want to talk or something, you know, just ask," he said. He looked at Cho. "Are you sure you're alright?"
Cho smiled again. "Yes. Thanks again, Harry. See you round then," and with that she turned around and woke up the woman in the picture. "Yes?" she said sleepily, not even opening her eyes.
"Phoenix Song," she said.
The woman swung open the picture and Harry caught a glimpse of the Ravenclaw common room inside. Blue carpet, thick velvet hanging and a warm, inviting fire crackled in the fireplace. Cho turned her head. "You better go now," she said.
"Yeah. Get inside and then I'll go," replied Harry.
Cho looked at him and smiled. "Alright. See you," she said and climbed through the portrait hole. The picture swung shut and Harry was left standing in the corridor. He turned and began to walk back to the Gryffindor common room.
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Harry entered the common room to see Hermione and Ron standing in the centre of the room, shouting at each other. "You'll never learn anything like that! If you didn't spend so much time mucking around on the quidditch pitch, maybe you'd have time to do your own homework. It's for your own good, can't you see that?!" shouted Hermione.
"Why do you care if I never learn anything? Why would you care what I did with my life? It's not your choice, it's mine so why should you care?!" Ron shouted back.
The whole room went silent. Hermione slowly looked up at Ron. Then she ran out of the common room. Ron looked uncomfortable. He tried to shrug it off but he glanced out the corridor, where Hermione had ran off to. Harry walked over to him. "You should go find her," he said softly.
Ron looked up. "Why should I?" he said stubbornly. "It's true and it's not my fault," but he still looked uncomfortable. Then he walked out, down the opposite corridor to Hermione. Harry sighed and went upstairs to his dormitory.
Harry sat down on his four-poster bed when he felt something uncomfortable sticking into him. He stuck his hand into his pocket and pulled out a brown leather book. It was Cho's. He had forgotten to give it back to her. Harry stared at the cover. It read: 'My Diary. C.C.'.
Harry looked at it for a while. Then he picked it up and then dropped it again onto his bed. He wouldn't read it. He couldn't do something like that. But the book had landed open on his bed. He tried to shut it before he read anything but then something caught his eye. He saw his own name written down. He picked it up and opened out to the page. No, he couldn't do this! He slammed it shut again. Harry stared at the cover. Eventually, curiosity got the better of him and he opened it up to the page he had seen and began to read. . .
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A/N: Well, this chapter is still kinda short but at least it's longer than the other two. I like cutting it off in weird places to build up suspense. So, what'd you think of this one? I don't really know - I never read through anything I write (esp. English essays) again cos it always makes me feel so bad, like: "Did I write this?". You know. . .
I guess that's a really bad thing to do cos it means I never build up editing skills. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed it! ^_^! - Emmy
Well here's chapter three. Why is it that whenever you post something, the punctuation always stuffs up? I have absolutely no idea what the 1.1.1.1. and 1.1.1.2 were doing in the end of the last chapter. And in the last chapter, what were all the repeated words with full stops between them - they were supposed to be "dot dot dots" and when I typed it up, they were. I have them in this chapter too so I hope they work this time. And the centring never works either. Oh yeah,
Ronald J Whalen: Thanks for your '2 cents'! I'll definitely have Snape in the story (he's so cool and funny!) and this will probably turn out as a Ron/Hermione too!
Anyway, on with the story. . .
Friend of the Heart
Chapter Three
Harry half dragged, half carried Cho inside. They entered the empty hall and Harry lowered her gently to the ground. "Uh, are you okay? Do you want to go to the hospital wing or something?" he asked.
"No, I'm fine. Tbanks Harry. You better go now. Uh, I think you had a previous arrangement," she said nodding behind him.
Ron was walking with a rather forced stride towards Harry. "What happened to you?" he exclaimed, "I was waiting a full forty minutes for you. Did you have to sterilise your broom or something after leaving it in the broom shed?"
Harry turned around. Ron was standing in front of him. Ron looked down and then saw Cho. "Ah."
"Very romantic, Harry," he said pretending to be deeply offended while trying not to smile. Harry looked up at him, the colour rising in his face.
"Leave me waiting out on the quidditch pitch while you go off. . ." Ron looked down at Cho again. "Uh, Harry, what's wrong? Is she. . . is she alright?" he said uncertainly.
"I don't know," mumbled Harry, still red. He didn't really know what to do. "I think I'll just take her to the hospital wing or something," he said. He felt a bit uncomfortable and silently wished Ron would leave. Ron got the gist and said to Harry "I think you should. I'll go now, meet you later," and left.
He walked away and Cho shifted and stood up properly. "No, I'm fine. I'll just go to my common room - I don't need to go to the hospital wing," she said.
"You really should go to the hospital wing. Even if you feel fine, which I'm sure you don't. Come on," said Harry, decisively.
"No, really. I don't want to go. I'll just go to bed."
Harry looked at her. She had a resolute and slightly stubborn tone, while still being polite. He got the feeling that she did things her own way. He smiled. "Fine, you win. But you have to let me accompany you to your common room, then," he said.
Cho smiled at him. "Sure." And they walked slowly toward the Ravenclaw common room. They arrived at a picture of a pale woman with silver hair and wearing white robes. She was leaning on a tall pole on the side of the picture, fast asleep. "Well thanks, Harry. For everything," said Cho.
Harry blushed again. "Yeah. Okay then, take care of yourself. And um, if you ever want to talk or something, you know, just ask," he said. He looked at Cho. "Are you sure you're alright?"
Cho smiled again. "Yes. Thanks again, Harry. See you round then," and with that she turned around and woke up the woman in the picture. "Yes?" she said sleepily, not even opening her eyes.
"Phoenix Song," she said.
The woman swung open the picture and Harry caught a glimpse of the Ravenclaw common room inside. Blue carpet, thick velvet hanging and a warm, inviting fire crackled in the fireplace. Cho turned her head. "You better go now," she said.
"Yeah. Get inside and then I'll go," replied Harry.
Cho looked at him and smiled. "Alright. See you," she said and climbed through the portrait hole. The picture swung shut and Harry was left standing in the corridor. He turned and began to walk back to the Gryffindor common room.
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Harry entered the common room to see Hermione and Ron standing in the centre of the room, shouting at each other. "You'll never learn anything like that! If you didn't spend so much time mucking around on the quidditch pitch, maybe you'd have time to do your own homework. It's for your own good, can't you see that?!" shouted Hermione.
"Why do you care if I never learn anything? Why would you care what I did with my life? It's not your choice, it's mine so why should you care?!" Ron shouted back.
The whole room went silent. Hermione slowly looked up at Ron. Then she ran out of the common room. Ron looked uncomfortable. He tried to shrug it off but he glanced out the corridor, where Hermione had ran off to. Harry walked over to him. "You should go find her," he said softly.
Ron looked up. "Why should I?" he said stubbornly. "It's true and it's not my fault," but he still looked uncomfortable. Then he walked out, down the opposite corridor to Hermione. Harry sighed and went upstairs to his dormitory.
Harry sat down on his four-poster bed when he felt something uncomfortable sticking into him. He stuck his hand into his pocket and pulled out a brown leather book. It was Cho's. He had forgotten to give it back to her. Harry stared at the cover. It read: 'My Diary. C.C.'.
Harry looked at it for a while. Then he picked it up and then dropped it again onto his bed. He wouldn't read it. He couldn't do something like that. But the book had landed open on his bed. He tried to shut it before he read anything but then something caught his eye. He saw his own name written down. He picked it up and opened out to the page. No, he couldn't do this! He slammed it shut again. Harry stared at the cover. Eventually, curiosity got the better of him and he opened it up to the page he had seen and began to read. . .
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A/N: Well, this chapter is still kinda short but at least it's longer than the other two. I like cutting it off in weird places to build up suspense. So, what'd you think of this one? I don't really know - I never read through anything I write (esp. English essays) again cos it always makes me feel so bad, like: "Did I write this?". You know. . .
I guess that's a really bad thing to do cos it means I never build up editing skills. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed it! ^_^! - Emmy