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A huge, piercing headache attacked her the moment Cho opened her eyes. Her head throbbed so hard, she could barely keep her eyes open.

"Cho?" a timid voice came out of nowhere.

Cho slowly turned her eyeballs towards the left, and found Cedric, looking terrible with worry sitting on a chair staring at her. He stood up, and his hands frantically moved about, hoping to tend to Cho's need in some way.

"Cedric…" Cho whispered hoarsely. It hurt too much to talk.

Cedric smiled. "You're awake. Are you feeling alright?" he asked, full of care.

Cho was about to answer, but she was hurled back into a deep, dark space. At least the pain was fading away…

-

"A terrible head injury I might add. Might not be able to move her shoulder for several months."

What?

"There must be some cure for it, wouldn't there be?"

"Alas, I'm afraid the girl needs to quit school for awhile…take some good rest, at least for a year. Hogwarts?"

"Yes."

"I'm sorry Mr and Mrs Chang, but it seems your daughter have a very severe injury in the head and on the upper torso. She might not move for a weeks. Months, probably."

Bloody hell…

"What can we do to help?"

"Just make sure she gets complete rest, daily and every night, she will need a hot massage on her neck."

Cho did not want to open her eyes. Or wake up. Unable to move her body for months? What happened to Quidditch? Where was she?

Cho opened her eyes.

"Goodness you're awake!" Cho's mother gasped.

Cho blinked. The pain was numb. She felt bandages around her head. She stared at the healer, and her two parents staring at her, worried.

"Er," Cho spoke, feeling awkward and clueless at what was going on.

"What happened to the game?" She asked bluntly.

"The game?" Mrs. Chang asked, looking puzzled. "Oh, you mean the Quidditch game…" she sighed and tutted. "Well you fell off the broom, this student from the Slytherin team knocked you off. Marcus..Flint, was it?" she looked at her husband for help.

"Ah, yes. Marcus Flint. Horrible kid, who knocks off such a fragile girl like our Cho?" he said, looking very disapproved of the whole event.

"We're just glad you're awake. And that you're okay." Mrs. Chang added, smiling and caressing Cho's cheek.

"So who won?" Cho asked.

"Er…sweetie, isn't that a bit…obvious? Slytherin's victory, of course." Mrs. Chang said. "You know how Quidditch works. He caught the snitch." She said softly.

Cho groaned. Her very first Quidditch game and now she was in this mess. She felt like punching Marcus Flint right now. She would if she had the chance. Only if he weren't about three foot taller than she was.

"So where am I? This doesn't seem like the hospital wing…" Cho said, darting her eyes around the room.

"St. Mungo's, my dear." The healer answered. "Hello Cho, my name is Wanda Lively and I am the healer for Artifact Accidents, such as cauldron explosions, wand-backfirings, and broom crashes." Wanda smiled. Her hair was pink.

"St. Mungo's?" Cho blinked twice.

"Yes." Wanda answered.

"How long will I be, er, here?" Cho asked, a bit scared for the answer.

"A month, at least, I should say." Wanda said, now measuring the muscle numbing potion in her little cauldron. "You have an extremely severe head damage, with broken bones in your neck and your shoulders. You need complete rest." Wanda said firmly, staring directly into Cho's eyes.

Cho felt her heart fall. A month?

"Can I go back to school after?" Cho asked.

"No, you should go home and rest for the rest of the year, of course." Wanda said, looking over her glasses sternly. "In your bed at all times. And no more Quidditch."

"What?!" Cho blurted out, outraged. "No more Quidditch?!"

"Sweetie, calm down." Mrs. Chang put her hands on Cho's, which she refused.

"And no Hogwarts for the entire year? At home? What am I, a house-elf?" Cho protested.

"Miss Chang, you will obey all these rules if you wish to move freely again." Wanda said. "The potion you will take twice a day for a month, which helps in mending the bones and restoring the brain muscles in your body." With that, Wanda walked out of the room.

Cho huffed and puffed. She couldn't believe her luck. She darted her eyes away from her parents and pretended to fall asleep.

…………………………………………………….

Cedric Diggory, Cadwaller, Belby, and Roger Davies was walking to their Charms class when he overheard Marcus Flint and his slytherin gang jeer about the game.

"And like, I didn't even have to touch her with all of my hands. With one tiny flick of my finger, there goes that girl, flying off her broomstick…" Marcus snickered, and others followed along. He's been on this for two weeks now, after the game has been over.

"Bet you enjoyed that detention Marcus." Belby said, giving Marcus a very sour look.

"Still can't get over the fact that we won, eh, Belby? Well get over it Mr. Captain, because you know our team is better than yours." Marcus jeered.

Roger Davies grabbed for his wand but Cedric and Cadwaller held him back.

"Of course, Ravenclaws won't fight. And you Hufflepuffies don't know how to." Marcus said, laughing.

"You will pay. You will pay on what you did to Cho." Roger said, staring into Marcus's eyes with full of hate.

"Oh, that little girlie is sick in bed isn't she?"

"You know what you did was a dirty, unfair, despicable and disgusting scheme you pulled on Cho." Cedric said, staring at Marcus coldly.

"Oh now Mr. Goody Goody is going to fight?" Marcus said, looking at Cedric up and down with a bit of shock on his face.

"I will, if anything close to that ever happens again." Cedric continued to stare at Marcus Flint. "Lay one finger on her, and I'll make sure you are expelled." Cedric said quietly and warningly, anger glistening in his grey eyes.

Some Slytherin girls and boys stopped laughing and stared at Cedric. Marcus, on the other hand, smiled. "We'll see," he said.

At that moment, Roger leapt; Cedric and Cadwaller was too late, because Roger was already on top of Marcus.

"Gerroff me! You dirty idiot!" Marcus yelled.

Cedric leaped forward and grabbed Roger's left arm, Cadwaller his right; together, they managed to break them apart.

Roger had a scratch on his forehead, and Marcus had a bad nose bleed and a black eye.

Roger made another move and Cedric warned "Roger, stop." And managed to calm his friend down.

"I hope that stupid girl never plays again!" Marcus yelled behind their backs. Cedric, upon hearing this comment, instinctively reached for his wand fiercely, thinking of the hex he had learned from his father when-

"What is going on?!" Professor McGonagall came into view, looking very stern.

Professor Flitwick was tagging along behind, and became very appalled when he noticed the tension of the scene.

"Marcus Flint, he er- mocked Cho Chang, and Belby and Roger came into her defence, Professor. It wasn't their fault. Flint started it."

However Professor Flitwick walked to Cedric. "Mr. Diggory? I would have never expected this type of behaviour from you!"

"It's true professor, Marcus started mocking Cho's attack as if it were a fairy tale and my buddies and I just fired up a bit." Cedric said honestly and modestly.

Flitwick nodded understandingly. "I must add, I was extremely appalled at your behaviour at the game, Mr. Flint." He squeaked, looking serious.

"Game is just a game. We do not continue what has happened on the pitch all the way into the Castle, gentlemen. Therefore I must take 10 points from each of you." Professor McGonagall said sternly, staring at the boys.

Marcus Flint rolled his eyes, and Roger was still breathing hard. Cedric hung his head.

"And yes Mr. Diggory, I shall talk to Severus about the unfairness of the game. I heard Miss Chang has been injured quite a bit. Mr. Flint, come with me." McGonagall coldly motioned Flint towards her, whom, reluctantly followed her, sulking.

"Off you go to class now then, gentlemen!" Flitwick squeaked, motioning the students inside his room.

Cedric was about to step in when Flitwick whispered in his ear.

"I do like to believe, Mr. Diggory, that you weren't about to cast a bogey hex on Mr. Flint, being a model student you are, I would have been felt quite betrayed." He squeaked.

Cedric did not deny anything. Instead he looked at him straight in the eye, and said, "Yes I was about to Mr. Flitwick. I am sorry, but I am still regretting for not doing it. But I will make sure nothing like this happens again." Cedric said.

Flitwick seemed to be thinking. "Hmmm, what a genuine and brave answer you give me, Mr. Diggory. Very much like the student you are. Pomona must be proud to have you as her student." He said.

Cedric just walked into the class. So what would have happened if he did hex Flint? Would he be in detention? For the first time in his life? Would his father disappointed?

Cedric, as a child, was never the violent type. He liked to settle things down calmly and logically. He was always gentle with handling situations, which had earned him a lot of respect and envy from others.

However, this time, Cedric had felt the angry burning feeling inside the pit of his stomach that he had to let it out by using his wand. He was even surprised at himself for not having it done on Flint. But, what he had said about Cho was extremely maddening, he had to admit. Even if he had to deal with the disappointed teachers and his parents.

Slowly, he unloaded his bag onto the table, and recognized Roger's still heavy breathing beside him. Was Roger that angry for Cho? He was on her Quidditch team, but even more so than Belby. Did he like Cho? Who wouldn't really, any boys in their right mind would at least be infatuated with Cho's obvious outer and inner beauty.

Cedric knew why he himself was angry. He was obviously in love with her. And Roger?

Feeling as if he suddenly had a very tough Potions exam to beat, he inked his quill, thinking hard.

……………………………..

Cho was flipping through her cards from her friends when Wanda came into her room. It had been nearly a month. Next Tuesday, she'll be going home.

"How are you feeling today m'dear?" Wanda asked briskly.

"Pretty good." Cho lied. She has been feeling more depressed than ever, at the idea of not going back to Hogwarts and not playing Quidditch ever again.

"Well," Wanda opened the doors and sat down, holding a cloth. "I do have a very good news for you."

Cho simply stared. Good news? What was that?

"Looking at your extremely well recovery, I do think that you will be able to play Quidditch again-"

"Really?!" Cho gasped, looking ecstatic. "I can, really, I can-"

"If you take a good year's rest, and stay comfortable at all times." Wanda said, raising a finger.

"Oh I will Wanda, thank you, thank you very much." Cho felt tears running down her cheeks.

Quietly, Wanda hugged her. Cho had never felt so happy in nearly 4 weeks of her life so far.

……………………………………….

Cedric Diggory opened the door of St. Mungos. He was holding a flower bouquet, along with a 'Get Well' card that he spent hours writing. On the ground floor, he walked straight towards the Visitors' Centre.

"Hi, I'm here to visit Cho Chang?" Cedric announced to the nurse at the front desk.

"Room 15." She announced coolly without making any eye contact. Cedric briefly thanked her and eagerly walked to room 15, his heart pounding, just a little.

"Cho?" he asked timidly. There were three beds, each lined up against a separate wall, with windows on the opposite sides. There was Cho, farthest to the left, lying with her eyes open wide staring at the ceiling, blankly.

Cedric couldn't help but feel his heart sink. Cho's head was convered in white bandages, and her shoulder was strapped with heavy metal cast.

Cho shifted uncomfortably and turned her head around. The moment she saw Cedric's face her eyes went wide and she gasped.

"Cedric!" she said, looking positively frightened and surprised at the same time.

Cedric grinned sheepishly. "Hi Cho."

"Cedric, I'm…I'm….I look terrible!" Cho said, wrinkling her nose.

"You never look terrible." Cedric said seriously. Then he held out his bouquet of flowers and his card. "For you," he said.

Cho closed her mouth and stared at Cedric for awhile. She realized something, and accepted the gift. "Thank you Cedric." She smiled.

"I missed you." Cedric said. "Cho I… I hope you come back soon." He said, scratching his head.

"I did too Cedric. Thank you so much for coming." Cho replied, smelling the sweet scent of the roses. She closed her eyes.

"So…how are you?" Cho asked. "How is school? What happened to that bloody git Marcus Flint?" Cho asked, her face turning cold as she said it.

Cedric seemed taken aback at Cho's sudden reaction. "Oh that…"

Cedric then explained about the whole situation outside his Charms class of how Roger and Marcus had gotten into a fight. And how himself was about to hex Marcus but it was too late.

Cho smiled. After a short pause, she thanked him. Then Cho told him about how terrible her life has been in St. Mungo's, leaving out the fact that she will have to take a year off.

Cedric stared into Cho's eyes. She may have looked weak and miserable in her bed, but she was still extremely beautiful.

"Cho, I'm really sorry this happened this to you, but Quidditich is a bloody dangerous sport, don't you think?" Cedric asked worriedly.

"Yes, but it was the only I loved since I was little. And this will not keep me from playing, Cedric." She said, whimpering a little as she shifted to her right side.

Cho grabbed a page from the Daily Prophet beside her bedtable. "Oh look, the Tutshill Tornadoes. They lost again." Cho said sadlyy, gazing at the moving players inside the picture, looking disappointed.

"You're a Tutshill Tornadoes fan?" Cedric asked, surprised a bit.

"Since I was six." Cho said proudly.

"Wow, I'm a huge fan, too, Cho." Cedric said in awe, looking at Cho.

"Really??" Cho asked, hope glistening in her eyes. "Wow, I've never met-"

"-anyone who was a fan of Tutshill Tornadoes?" Cedric laughed, finishing the sentence. "Neither have I. Until now." He said.

Cho grinned.

And then there was a silent pause that followed after, in which Cho and Cedric merely stared into each other's eyes, lost for words, but deeply feeling so much emotion.

At that moment, there was a loud whine from the other side of the room.

"Martha." Cho sighed, closing her eyes. "She's been having seizures every two days." She said, staring at the ceiling once again, looking deeply miserable.

"Cedric, I really want to get out of here. It's been awful, really, listening to other people moan in pain and the smell of sickness…it makes me feel as I have no more hope in life." Cho said, tears showing in her eyes.

Cedric held her hand tightly and squeezed. Cho jumped at the moment, but instantly grabbed his hands.

Just then, Wanda briskly walked into the room carrying a battle of calming potion. "Alright, I'm coming Martha dear, just wait a little…"

Cho stared at Wanda, and then at Cedric.

"Thank you so much for coming." She whispered.

………………………………………

Two weeks have passed. Cho was in her house, looking at brochures of the Hawaiian Islands, the place her parents were planning for her to visit her grandmother, to get a nice rest.

After all, it was Wanda's idea.

"She needs to find paradise. A place where she can think about nothing." Wanda had said, persuading her parents to send her to Hawaii.

Like she'll stop thinking like a dummy there.

She still missed so many things. Her school. Her friends. Quidditch. And Cedric's face popped into her mind, making her heart beat fast.

Then the doorbell rang.

Cho heard her mother rustling out to get the visitor, and soon she heard her calling her name.

"Cho! Your friend is here! Sorry, your name again…? Oh yes, Roger, Hello Roger, how are you?"

Roger?

Cho went downstairs, still wearing a cast on her arm.

"Roger?" she blinked.

Roger Davies was standing infront of the door, holding a vast amount of colourful bouquet full of roses, lilies and tulips.

He grinned toothily, and handed Cho his present. Mrs. Chang winked and went back to her kitchen.

"How are you, Cho? Is everything alright?" Roger asked politely.

"I'm fine, thanks Roger, wow, this – this is amazing." Cho smelled the flowers. A strong mixed scent of three different flowers clashed against her nose, making her whimper.

Thankfully, Roger did not notice.

"You look good." He said, "I mean, for a sick person, you still look really good." He said.

Cho smiled politely. "Thanks." She said. "Do you, er, want to come in?" Cho asked.

"Oh yes," Roger said, taking off his coat. Cho motioned him to sit down on the sofa.

"So," Roger said eagerly, smiling at Cho, "You're alright then?" he asked, looking serious.

"Er, yes." Cho replied hesitantly. Had Roger come all the way to visit her so that he could ask her to play on the team again?

"I'm sorry about what happened." Roger began, "I- I should have known that bastard Flint would do something terrible like that." He said, looking angry.

Cho merely nodded. She was over the Flint thing by now. She couldn't really do anything, really.

"Tea?" she suggested.

"Oh, sure, thanks" Roger replied, taking a cup of hot tea.

"Well, I never thought you'd come by and visit." Cho admitted honestly.

"Well, I was extremely worried about you. Being your Quidditch captain and all…" he grinned.

Cho grinned back. Then she remembered how Cedric had told her about Roger beating up Marcus Flint twice in a row. Had he? Did Roger…?

"Thanks," Cho said, smiling into the cup. "You're a great captain, I must say." She shifted uncomfortably. Her cast was bothering her.

"Looks uncomfortable." Roger pinpointed out.

Cho gave him a look and nodded. Roger laughed.

"I can actually get this thing off tonight…" she said, unrolling her casts.

"Anyway," Cho went back to her cup of tea. "How are the practises?" she asked.

"Good, but we're missing you…" Roger said. "When will you be back?"

Cho had expected this. "Er…actually I can't play until next year…I'm supposed to take a whole year off." She said finally, looking down at her feet. Chipped Toenails.

A brief silence followed. Cho did not look at Roger.

"Well," Roger started, "I suppose, I mean, I should have expected this –" he fumbled furiously with his cup of tea.

Cho just nodded, raising her eyebrows knowingly.

……….

Cedric's days went by rather not badly. He was still good friends with many people, even though he did get some sarcastic remarks coming from the Slytherins. But even the Slytherins were aware of him and seemed to respect him the most out of his group of friends.

However he didn't care so much because he knew Cho Chang wouldn't be back until next year.

Cedric trained exceptionally hard for his seeker position in the Quidditch team, in hopes that perhaps next year, he'd be able to play against Cho.

With her face glimmering inside his mind, Cedric lived. He attended all of his classes and received compliments from the professors, even McGonagall and on several special occasions, Snape. Cedric was always seen smiling and being kind, and soon earned a reputation of the perfect role model student.

His father wrote to him every week, constantly reminding him of the 'duties' to be done at Hogwarts. Cedric would right back, ensuring his father that he was doing all right.

Cedric was humble, honest and giving. People knew that, and liked him for it. Nobody dared to use it against his advantage, because Cedric was a hard-worker, exceptionally handsome, and a great Quidditch Seeker.

Like that, the years continued to pass by, past Halloween and Christmas. However on the Valentine's day, Cedric received an unexpected vast amounts of cards and chocolates from his secret admirers, who were often seen lurking in corners at the library near his desk, giggling frantically to each other and murmuring words he did not know.

For a third year, really, Cedric was rapidly becoming a heartthrob.

………………………………

Cho held her ticket to the Polynesian Carriage, standing in her line. Her shoulders were better and the cast was off. She felt very free, but tired. She held Brownie and her carriage in her left hand, waiting in line.

She numbly fingered her snitch necklace that Marietta had given her on her last birthday. Quidditch…it sounded so distant. She wondered if Hawaii had a good Quidditch team. Even so, she'd not be able to play it.

'Plenty of sun and fresh, cool ocean breeze,' were Mrs. Chang's words, upon sending her daughter to Hawaii for the perfect vacation Wanda had mentioned about.

Cho sighed, hoping Hawaii wouldn't be too bad. But she would miss Britain, where she belonged.

The huge carriage glimmered like the golden sun. There were palm trees decorations on its either side, with his deep blue water colours tinkling at the entrance. 'Polynesian Carriage', it read, at the front.

In short amount of time, she'd be joining her grandmother on the island of Hawai'i to spend the rest of the year including summer, which was sadly, located on the opposite side of where she truly wanted to be. Hogwarts.

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