Authors Note: SPOILERS for all of Glee (through Sectionals) and the ENTIRE Harry Potter series. But I figure you all have probably figured that out by now. :) Still, mentioning it to be better safe than sorry.

I don't love this chapter... yes, I know. But I've edited it for a couple days now and toyed with it and just... I'm having more fun writing chapter five, but in order to post chapter five, chapter four has to come first. Silly chronological order. :P Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy!

Monday

"Do you know your last name is the same as Cho Chang's?" is the first word out of Artie's mouth during Goblet of Fire. I'm less than amused, especially when he starts calling me "Cho Chang" all evening long.

"Cho Chang, can you pass me the popcorn?" Artie asks me conversationally as Harry and his friends roam around the Quidditch World Cup.

"Sure thing, Harry Potter," I say, handing over the popcorn bowl with a smirk of my own. Two can play at this game of his.

"Touché," replies Artie, and he grins at me. "But you look way more like Cho Chang than I do like Harry Potter."

"Can I call you Remus Lupin then? You're at least a match for his personality," I tease back.

"Am not," grumbles Artie, but the protest is weak at best.

"Sure." My tone is disbelieving at best. "You don't have a martyr complex and an overzealous desire to be noble. Nope, not at all."

Artie gives me a serious glance. "Tina..."

"I'm just saying," I reply, tucking my legs under me and reaching for Hedwig Lookalike to cuddle. (Artie glares at the owl. Again. I sense a pattern.) "You did say I should date someone less broken, did you not? And didn't Lupin say something nearly similar to Tonks in Book 6?"

"Yes, but we're on four now," grumbles Artie, desperate to change the subject. "Save your Tonks meta commentary for the next movie, please. And hey, Cho Chang, this movie's got Cedric in it."

"Hooray. A bumblebee Hufflepuff," I reply dryly. "You're something else, Artie. But back to my point. You're either Harry Potter or Remus Lupin. I vote Lupin."

"Because your opinion is not biased in the slightest," mumbles Artie under his breath.

I laugh and slide myself down the sofa so we're sitting right next to each other, and I take his hand in mine. "Artie, relax. We're dating because we both want it, right?"

"Right," says Artie. He gives me a grin. "The parallels are well. Too much sometimes. I think. But you can all me Lupin if it makes you feel better."

"Yeah, and you're the one calling me strange." I giggle and throw a piece of popcorn at him. To my amazement, and amusement, he catches the piece in his mouth. I take this as an open invitation to throw another. Which quickly turns into me throwing about a dozen more pieces at him. He catches most of them, and I am definitely impressed.

Before I can comment, he's throwing all the pieces he didn't catch in his mouth back at me. "Artie!" I squeal, not even bothering to try and catch them with my mouth.

"You started it." He smirks at me. "Cho Chang."

I roll my eyes and start tossing more popcorn his way. Artie retaliates by dumping the almost-empty bowl on my head. I retaliate to that by pinning him to the sofa cushions.

"Movie?" Artie gestures to the TV screen.

I give him an exceptionally disbelieving look. "Seriously?"

"No."

Later, much later, thank you very much, I reach to unpause the movie. "Stop looking so smug," I reply absently as I curl back up to watch.

Artie rolls his eyes and wraps his arm around my shoulder. "Stop reading my brain then, Tee."

"It's far too late for that," I reply with a shrug as I turn my attention back to the movie. "I've known you for how long now? You'd better expect some brain reading after that much time spent together."

"You're a bright cookie, Cho Chang." Artie's hand starts playing with the ends of my hair.

I grin. "So, can you like stop calling me Cho Chang? I know the similarities are startling, but isn't she like the single most hated character in Harry Potter fandom, ever? Somehow I'm not too sure I love being nicknamed after her."

There's a long moment of silence (except for the movie playing in the background) before Artie responds. "You know about Harry Potter fandom?"

"I read?" My voice is a bit too high for my excuse to be believable.

"If by read, you mean participate," concludes Artie, his expression growing smug. "You're in Harry Potter fandom?"

"Am not!" I defend. "I'm just... um, curious."

"Nerd. My girlfriend is a nerd. A really hot, beautiful, amazing nerd, but a nerd." The smug expression on Artie's face definitely won't be leaving anytime soon.

"Oh, coming from you, I know that's the most sincere compliment that you can ever give me." I kiss his cheek gently. "Thanks, Artie. You're pretty awesome yourself. You know. For a geek."

"Gleek," he corrects.

I roll my eyes again. "Whatever."

Artie shifts so he's resting his head on my shoulder. "And you're strange."

"But you're stranger," I finish easily. "So, considering that we've pretty well established our reputation solidly in the socially awkward department, does that mean we can attend the midnight release of movie seven's first half before spending the rest of the night debating it hotly in an all night diner?"

Artie laughs. "That was a given, of course. It's gonna be the most epic date night ever."

"Are you implying that all our dates aren't epic?" I poke him in the side teasingly.

"Well, they are," he agrees. "And we are pretty epic ourselves. I just mean it's going to be more epic than usual."

I nod. "Well, at least until the second half of movie seven comes out into theaters."

"Absolutely."

Satisfied, I kiss Artie's cheek and turn my attention back toward the movie again. "So. Are we getting near the part where Cedric dies?"

"No," replies Artie. "Dragon chasing."

I smile and take note of the Norwegian Ridgeback gracing the screen in front of me. "The dragons look pretty awesome. All fiery and fierce."

"You're totally something else." Artie chuckles in amusement. "Do you like anything at all that would ever traditionally be considered cute?"

"Well, I kind of like cats?" I shrug. "But I think they're more regal than cute."

"That hardly counts."

"Sorry, I'm trying here." I bite my lip and think. "I like Emily the Strange? But she's not cute. And Happy Bunny is more sarcastic than sweet. And uh. Nope. I'd rather have a spider than a baby chick."

"You are the oddest girl I've ever met." Artie shakes his head at me and keeps playing with the roots of my hair.

I grin at him, and lean closer into his side. "I don't mean to be. I just kind of ...am," I trail off, unsure of how to say it.

"It makes you... well, you," he says sincerely. "You wouldn't be you otherwise."

"Just like you wouldn't be you if you weren't a ridiculous nerd?"

Artie attempts to look offended. "A nerd? We're now down to passé insults, Tee?"

"You do remember my name!" I put on an exaggerated smile. "Well, you've been calling me Cho Chang all evening. That is a pretty good example of nerdiness right there, you know?"

"Cho Chang fits the spirit of the evening far better," he explains simply. "It doesn't necessarily make me a nerd."

"It does." I lean my head back against the sofa, stifling a yawn. "Of course, I never said I didn't like it."

"I'd rather hope you liked it," says Artie in reply. "Otherwise what we're doing right now would just be awkward and weird."

"Ha," I add, my tone dry. "And what we're doing right now is fine. What we were doing way earlier this evening would have been the really weird and awkward part."

His gaze narrows at me over the top of his glasses. "You know what I meant."

"Yeah, well, maybe I did. I did call you Harry Potter and Remus Lupin, so I mean, come on. We're both pretty dorky. You can be the geek, though."

"Geek?" Artie snorts. "I thought we decided on gleek instead."

I snort back. "You did. Because you're a geek. I didn't. Exactly."

"Are we seriously debating the differences between geeks, nerds, and dorks?"

"We weren't. We were more or less insulting each other instead." I chuckle. "Yeah. We're hopeless. And not paying attention to the movie at all anymore, are we?"

"I am. Sort of," replies Artie. We're at the Yule Ball. See? There's Hermione in her ruffly pink dress."

"What?" My jaw drops open as I stare at the television set curiously. "More pink? But wasn't it like... light blue in the books?"

"Periwinkle," admits Artie after a moment's hesitation.

I snort. "Should I be overly concerned that you know what particular shade of blue it is?"

"Um."

"But oh, there's Cho. Pretty dress," I admit. "It's too ...creamy for me, though. I'd rather see some color."

"Yes," replies Artie, latching onto the distraction eagerly as he toys with a blue strand of my hair. "You and your penchant for bright bursts of color."

"I love color," I admit. "The black just helps better accent it. Or something. Because the black is pretty cool too. And so are the keys. And the skulls and the safety pins. And stuff."

"You and your highly technical stuff." Artie rolls his eyes and secures his arm around my shoulders once more. "But I guess it's a good thing that you like what you wear."

"Yeah, especially since I have to wear something."

Artie wiggles his eyebrows and bites his lip nervously. "Well, I wouldn't exactly complain if you didn't."

It takes a second for the implication behind that statement to sink in. "Hey!" I squeak, surprised.

"Teenage guy, Tee." Artie's at least blushing a little, and I'm sure I am too.

"Maybe one day," I say breezily, trying to sound light and casual.

I hear Artie swallow thickly. "Oh?" he says, his voice cracking. He coughs before trying again. "Oh?"

I feel my face growing even hotter. "Uh. Yeah. Why not? Someday."

"Ah, okay. Yeah, someday," agrees Artie quickly.

An uncomfortable silence settles over the two of us. I pick at a loose thread on my favorite pair of ripped jeans, not sure what to say to break the tension in the room.

Artie finally breaks it after a moment, saving me from the awkward job of doing it myself. "I ...uh, what scene are we on again?"

I roll my eyes. "Ha, ha, ha."

"Oh come on, Tee. You know you like it."

"Yeah." I agree easily. "Sure do."

"Good."

Artie shifts, and after a few moments, we're moved around so his head is resting in my lap, and my hands are threading through his hair idly. "Why are the Harry Potter movies so long," I grumble good-naturedly.

"You've seen the books, right?" Artie says dryly. "The books themselves are roughly the size of a door stop. Apiece."

"I've read the book," I poke him in the forehead gently. "But the movies just aren't as good."

"Spoken like a true nerd who likes to abuse her boyfriend."

"Artie," I whine. "Be nice."

"You call me a nerd," he points out.

"Okay, truce?" I hold out a hand to Artie, pinkie out.

He obligingly links his pinkie in mine. "Truce," he agrees as we squeeze our fingers together.

We both manage to pay attention to the movie when the hedge maze scene begins, and the deception of the graveyard is delightfully spooky. Artie holds my hand, squeezing it gently as I take in the scene where Cedric dies. He even goes so far as to pat my knee gently when I manage to look surprised.

"Oooh, epic," I manage under my breath.

Artie nods. "You've got that right," he agrees. "The climax of the fourth movie is pretty good."

"Yeah, but now? Is the movie over yet?" I glance over at the television, where the credits are rolling obligingly. "Yes! It is. Let's go get ice cream."

"On a school night?" Artie grins at me. "What a rebel, Tee."

"Yeah yeah." I wait until Artie gets into his chair, then I grin and kiss him happily on the cheek. "You know you like my crazy ideas."

"And this crazy idea involves ice cream. What's not to like?" replies Artie agreeably. "You do plan to share with me, right?"

"No, I'm going to hog all the ice cream to myself. Of course I'm sharing."

"Just checking," replies Artie. "I've seen you and ice cream."

"Ha," is my witty retort as we head down the street to our favorite ice cream shop. "Ha, indeed."