A/n: Lets get right to the story! I wonder how Cho and Chase's relationship plays out?

Chase ran down the hall, attempting to get to class before the Bell rang. He slammed into a wall after failing a sharp turn, than turned around and jogged to the Transfiguration class. Today was a weird schedule, due to Teacher meetings cutting into the day; so all the houses had classes together. He managed to put a foot into the room before the bell rang, but it still caught the eye of McGonagall and snickers from the class. Chase was not easily embarrassed, and he glared as he sat down in between Azzam and Tyrone. Tyrone sent him a sidelong glance and whispered, "What happened?" Chase shrugged and said "Didn't feel like being early," Azzam snorted but kept his glare fixed on the professor. She was now instructing the class to copy the LONG notes on the board. It was then Chase realized that he was not only at a table with his friends, but Cho and a few of her Ravenclaw friends. She noticed him looking at her across the table and smiled. Chase met her eyes but couldn't keep contact. He whispered to Azzam: "What's she doing here? She's a year ahead of us!" Azzam was about to answer when McGonagall glared at Chase and said a sharp "SShh!" Azzam rolled his eyes and scrawled a note and passed it to him lazily: "There're pairing years. 1/2, 3/4, 5/6, 7 by itself." Chase nodded, and glanced up. Cho was still staring at him, but looked away sharply as he looked up. Chase also noticed Harry Potter, Over-celebrated celebrity, fixing him with a jealous glare.

When class was finally over, everyone packed up their stuff to head down to potions. Chase had stayed behind because his books had fallen out of their packs, and he ran to the door in attempt to catch up to his friends. He nearly ran into a small hand blocking the way. He frowned at Cho as she put her hand down and smiled shyly. He sighed as she followed him out the door and pursued him down the corridor. He finally gave up and turned around. "Cho, I'm going to be late." He hissed. "No," she said, "We're going to be late," She said, moving closer to him. Chase looked down at her looking back at him. Finally he broke the ice; "What?" Cho stopped, stood to face him, and crossed her arms as if annoyed. 'Great' he thought, 'What did I do now?' "You said you'd owl me," She said crossly. "And I also told Snape I wouldn't be late again." He said, refusing to look at her. "Don't avoid the subject," she said. Chase sighed and said, "Chang, it just wouldn't work out, I'm Slytherin, you're Ravenclaw, and we've hated each other for like, ever. It's best we don't even get into this." And he turned to leave. She grabbed him by the hand and he turned around, now very angry. "Stop Chase! You know you want to get to know me better. You know it!" She yelled at him, practically crying. Chase sighed. "Library. Tonight. 12:00 I'll pick the lock."

As Chase and Azzam walked down the hall, they noticed Hermione Granger heatedly yelling at Tyrone as Potter and Weasley were sniggering. Azzam glared and muttered; "Look, looks like the muddy's messin' with our friend," "Let's do something about it." Chase said, grinning at all the mischief to come. The pair whipped out their wands and yelled "Prefectacus Totalus!" Weasley and Potter immediately fell to the floor, stiff as boards.Granger saw this and was about to yell for help, but Tyrone had already hit her with the same spell. Azzam smiled as he fist bumped Tyrone and said "Ah, Mudblood thinks she can play bully for a minute. What did she do Tyrone?" "Oh, I hit her books out of her hands. She blew up." Tyrone smirked. "You know what I think we should do to her, Azzam?" Chase smiled, glancing at his friend. "What's that?" Azzam asked. "We should give her pimples. "Excellent idea, my good man," Tyrone smiled as he pointed his wand at her face. "Let's make her face muddier than her blood," Chase sneered, also holding up his wand, Azzam mimicking him. Within minutes, her face was covered in brown pimples. The trio laughed as they un-cursed the three victims and ran.

Chase jogged lightly and rounded the corner that led to the Library. He swiftly unlocked the key lock to the doors to the Library. He chose a table and sat down, twiddling his fingers. About 10 seconds later, he saw a small figure in the doorway he recognized as Cho. She gave him a small smile as she sat down across from him. She stared at him as he kept his eyes on his shoes. "So, where'd you grow up?" Asked Cho. Chase looked up, impressed by how fast she broke the ice. "Detroit," he answered. "Oh," she said. After a few more seconds of silence, Chase asked, "You don't know what that is, do you?" Cho shook her head, leaning forward. "I hate it." Chase said bluntly, but with emotion. Cho looked shocked. "How could you hate the place you grew up?" She asked. "Try this; living with a Grandmother that hates you because your Mother's dead and your Father's in Jail for killing her. I have to run everywhere because I get beat up if I don't. I usually don't get away." He responded. "Oh," Cho said, clearly feeling sorry. "Where'd you grow up?" asked Chase. "Well," she started thoughtfully, "I was born in Beijing, but I moved to London when I was three," She said, clearly trying to brighten the mood. Chase smiled and looked up. "You're beautiful," he said honestly. She blushed. Chase suddenly stood up and attempted to walk away. Cho grabbed his arm, but he turned around and said; "Look, I'm no Cedric. He was tall and rich and handsome, I'm poor, weak and ugly," and he turned to leave. "Will you stop doubting yourself for 5 minutes?" Cho shouted. Chase looked surprised as he froze. "I want to be here with you, and you want to be here with me." Cho said, folding her arms. "Fine," Chase said, still shocked at her commanding tone.

"So where is he!" Yelled Voldemort, his back turned to the two boys standing behind him. "I don't know, we searched the whole school, master!" whimpered Tyrone. Azzam kept his stony glare fixed on the floor, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead. "Leave," said Voldemort simply. "I will punish him later,"