Author's Notes: This story is so fun to write…I hope you guys like reading it!
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. Or My Sassy Girl.
More Than I Can See
Bloody. Hell. Harry staggered under the familiar weight as he carried the witch up the stairs and back into the same motel room. Dropping her again onto the bed, he collapsed on the floor and swatted her arm away when it smacked him in the head. I can't believe this is happening again. He fished through her bag for some ID, and found her old China's Academy for Magical Scholars identification card. He looked at her picture in surprise…it was no doubt the same girl, but how different she looked! All the aggressive and tough airs were absent; she looked she smiled brightly up at him, then shyly looked down timidly. What changed? He looked at her information. "Cho Qing Chang." Her saw her birthdate and did some quick math. "Twenty-two? So she's one year older than me…that's no reason for her to treat me like this!"
He went out and returned with Pepperup potion for her hangover that he knew she would have the next morning. Over the course of the night, he nursed her in his lap, cleaning her face with a facecloth and feeding her potion."
When most people sleep, they usually let everything go and can finally find peace. But watching her sleep…I feel as if I can see a part of her that she hides from everyone. She looks so helpless and forlorn, so different than when she was awake. But instead of looking peaceful, she looks troubled beyond her façade that she wears during the day. How can someone sleep like a baby but look so unhappy? I wonder why she is so sad. I know this may sound strange because I do not even know her, but I want to heal her sorrow.
The next morning, Harry awoke with a start as the witch sprang out of bed and ran into the washroom, wretching. Harry blinked as he sat up and warily watched her bending over the loo.
"Get me water!" Cho gasped bossily.
Harry ruffled his hair and got up to obey and hold back her hair while she threw up.
Our relationship is so bloody weird. We met three days ago, and slept twice in a motel. This is how our relationship began.
H