Late for class, Cho ran down the corridor leading to Muggle Studies, books in hand. Professor Brown, the Muggle studies professor would surely punish her. He had a tendency to punish latecomers by putting them out and/or embarrassing them in front of everyone.

She didn't look where she was going, and bumped into someone-a second year Gryffindor. They both fell backwards on the stone floors of the corridor, Cho's books raining about them with 'BANG's as they met the ground.

"I'm so sorry! I hope you aren't hurt!" Cho apologised as she got up, dusting herself. The Gryffindor boy did the same, bending down to help Cho with her books.

"It's fine. Did I hurt you?" he remarked, his green eyes shining through his round, wire-framed glasses. He looked familiar.

"It takes a lot to hurt me," she quipped, "Thanks for the help, by the way."

"Anytime," He smiled. "I take it you're in a rush. I shouldn't be delaying you any longer. I hope we meet again. Cheerio!" He went on his way, leaving Cho dazed. She still couldn't shake off the fact that he was unnervingly familiar, still thinking about him as she ran off to class, not wanting to be late.

As she entered, it seemed she was already in class, chatting away to Padma about Muggle books. Spying her, her lookalike waved her to her seat.

"Hey Padma, meet the real Cho," the lookalike said. "Cho, I'm Cho. A big fan, always wanted to meet you." Our heroine spied a streak of blue in her lookalike's hair.

"Cut to the chase, Greg," Cho remarked, flicking the doppelganger's forehead.

"Ouch! What was that for?" Gregory morphed back into his normal, blue haired self, rubbing his forehead where Cho had flicked him.

"Being an idiot," Cho smiled, "now get out! Professor Brown is coming."

Greg rushed out of the class the moment Professor Brown came in.

"Good morning class! Let's continue about the working of telephones..."

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"It's a free period! What do you plan on doing?" Padma asked Cho, who was propped on her elbow on her bed, reading her diary.

"Nothing much...maybe I could practise my Quidditch moves with Fabian. Or sit in and read," Cho replied, shutting her diary with a bang, wishing for the umpteenth time she knew an Invisibility Charm.

"Which looks better?" Padma asked, putting on two different earrings in her ears. One was comprised of an elaborate pattern of gold wires, the other a ruby set in a mould of gold, with diamonds around it.

"The gold one. Duh."

"Thanks, Cho! See you later!" Padma quickly took off the ruby earring, replacing with the twin of the gold earring.

"Padma, where are you going?" her question was greeted by the door closing behind Padma.

"At least I'll get to write in peace," Cho sighed, and pulling out the bottle of Invisible ink her parents gave her, she began to write, giggling as Dixie and Chris crept up her robes and onto her shoulders.

My Diary, 5th November, 199X.

I know, it's been a long time since I've written in you, but I felt like I would burst open if I didn't write this down. And if I didn't, there would be a mess on the floor and the house-elves would have a lot of work cleaning it up, get what I'm saying? Anyways, let me update your knowledge of what's happening in Hogwarts. We have a new DADA teacher (God, we seem to run out of DADA teachers pretty fast), one Mr. Gilderoy Lockhart, who 'is immensely hot,' in Padma's words, but I think he is an infernal, narcissist asshat. Always preening and strutting around like the vain peacock he is and boasting about how great he is. Ugh!

I'm in the Quidditch team as seeker, and practices are FUN! Fabian and I are the only second years, and so, treated like the babies of the group. It's like Günter's (team captain) the father, Vera's (Chaser) the mother and the rest of us are the children, the youngest being Fabian and I.

Moving on, I bumped into (drum roll) HARRY POTTER! It happened today, while going for Muggle Studies. I only realized it after I exited Muggle Studies. I've seen him on the Quidditch pitch, and goddamn, he can play and play good! His green eyes! That indolent fringe he keeps to hide his scar! His soft, but sonorous voice! Damn!

His very existence torments me! Every time he looks at me across the Great Hall, I feel like a monster is playing jump rope with my insides. I am always forced to look away from his flighty glances. I know, I might be speaking codswallop, he may be looking at something else, but what can I do? I am smitten! And I thought I could never fall in love!

Please tell me, is it a sin for a girl to have a crush on someone younger than her? Who knows nothing about love, or might not give a damn? Who thinks you are inaccessible due to your age?

A rattle and a shout immediately snapped Cho of her reverie. Hiding her diary under the bed, and putting away her quill and invisible ink, she went to the door.

Gregory's form was sprawled at the bottom of the staircase. "What the heck happened to you?" she questioned him, in a tone ranging between concern and amusement.

"These infernal stairs! I tried going up to the dorm, morphed as Fabian's sister, but they went berserk, became a slide and the rest is history, as they say. Turns out these stairs do not allow boys in the guise of girls. Even boy Metamorphagi like yours truly disguised as girls," Gregory laughed and winced in pain as he touched the lump on his forehead.

"Let's get you to the nurse," Cho suggested, extending a hand to help Gregory up.

Leaving Gregory in the care of Madam Pomfrey, Cho went to the library, stopping by the Ravenclaw dorm to pick up some parchment and her favourite eagle-feather quill. She desired some peace and quiet, wanting to quell the turbulent thoughts in her mind.

She smiled as she entered the library, inhaling the sweet, old-book smell that came with every library. 'Now that I'm here, let me do some research for the potions essay Professor Snape told us to write,' she thought, walking towards the section of the library that housed books about potions of all kinds.

"Let me help you with those," a voice behind her said, as Cho was searching for a seat in the library, a pile of mammoth books in her hands, the roll of parchment and quill balanced precariously on top. She turned, to find a Hufflepuff boy looking at the huge pile of books, an expression of surprise on his pleasant, amicable features. He took half the pile from Cho's hands, holding the heavy books like they weighed nothing. "You can sit with me." He led Cho to a table that overlooked a lovely garden, where Herbology students grew several interesting plants. Interesting meaning magically modified, out of the world, or just downright weird.

"Here," he placed the books on the table.

"Thanks! I greatly appreciate your help, but really, I could have done it myself," Cho told him, taking a seat across him.

"Really?" He raised an arched eyebrow.

"Nope." Cho admitted, blushing. She took a book, opened it, and began to look for information about Sleep-Inducing Potions. The boy across her opened a book about magical plants and began to read, occasionally taking down notes.

"If you want info about Sleep-Inducing Potions, that is not the book you need to look in," the boy cut in, as Cho proceeded to open another massive tome.

"You are not supposed to disturb people who are doing important stuff!" Cho snapped, but might have done so in an inappropriately loud tone, for everyone suddenly snapped their books shut and went "Shhh..." at this pair of students.

"Ok." He smiled rakishly and went back to work. Cho finished her essay and went to keep the books. "By the way, I didn't quite catch your name," the boy looked up from his book. Seeing that she was going to keep her books, he remarked, "Done already? You're fast."

"I'm Cho Chang, and it was just a foot long," she answered.

"It takes me an hour to write a foot-long essay. By the way, I'm Cedric Diggory. It was a pleasure to make your acquaintance. Here, let me help you with those," Cedric took half the pile of books again and followed Cho as she went to return the books back in their rightful shelves, doing it for her when she couldn't reach the shelves.

Thanking Cedric for his help, Cho exited the library, her essay in one hand, her quill in another. Reaching the common room, she saw that a crowd had gathered around Kornelius.

"What's today's riddle?" Cho asked a sixth year.

"Listen," The sixth year replied.

Kornelius' ruby eyes glowed. "Tell me, anyone,

This thing all things devours:

Birds, beasts, trees, flowers;

Gnaws iron, bites steel;

Grinds hard stone to meal;

Slays king, ruins town,

And beats high mountain down. "

Cho racked her brains. The most straightforward answer would be disease, but she knew that many people would have given that answer already. And why would disease apply to iron, steel, stones and mountains? What could be the answer then?

"Time," someone said from behind her. Cho turned, and couldn't hide her surprise when she saw that it was a first year, with white-blonde hair and slightly protruding eyes who had given the answer.

"Yes, you are right," the doors opened, and everyone rushed in, relieved. Some of them had been thinking of the answer to this seemingly enigmatic riddle for over an hour, to be exact.

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Toting her satchel filled with DADA books and homework (writing an essay about that asshat- sorry, Professor Lockhart's journey to Burma), Cho ran to the room where DADA was usually taught, late once again. She couldn't help it-she had so much to do, and a tendency to procrastinate. Hurriedly walking to her destination, she bumped into someone again.

"You again?" The Gryffindor boy who she had bumped into earlier that day remarked, not unkindly. Harry Potter, she thought. A blush crept up her face as she took the hand which he had offered. It was a strong hand, rough and callused from Quidditch practice. A hand that was older than Harry's twelve years.

"I'm so sorry-again!" Cho cried, as she got up and dusted herself, "Are you hurt?"

"Nope. You?" Harry asked.

"No, I'm fine. Anyways, I must be going. Ciao!"

"DADA?"

"Yup."

"I wish you all the best. Try not to seethe with anger as Professor Lockhart talks about his own achievements."

"I'll try not to," Cho remarked, giggling as she walked to the class, the glimmer and twinkle in Harry's emerald eyes on her mind.

Hello! Sorry I haven't been able to update for a long time! Here's a little something to please you all!

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