Chapter 12- Confession

"Harry, c'mon, you're going to have to eat someday," Hermione called for him as she stood outside of the boy's dorm, along with Ron, knocking for Harry to come out. "Ron, what are we going to do? He's locked himself in the room."

"Well, have you tried a charm?"

"Ron, I've been standing here longer than you have, don't you think that I would've tried it by," Hermione grunted, "he had cast an overriding enchantment, that no one could break other than the person who had cast it."

"What the bloody hell is an overriding spell?"

"You don't pay attention in class do you?" Hermione exclaimed, "It an enchantment to protect on anything or anyone from other spells or jinxes."

"Wicked, why wasn't I paying attention when this was being taught?"

Hermione rolled her eyes and continued knocking on Harry's door. It proved to be useless, when Harry didn't respond.

"Hermione, I think that we should just leave him alone. His girlfriend had just left him, for crying out loud. We should just give him his time."

Hermione had stopped knocking on the door, "Yeah I guess I have to agree with you on this one, Ron. I'm just worried about him."

"We all are Hermione," Ron cited. They both made their way down to the common room, to join Ginny, Neville and Luna Lovegood.

"Any luck?" Ginny asked, concerned as Hermione and Ron took a seat next to her.

"No," Ron replied, glumly.

Harry sat on his bedside, gazing at the picture of him and Harper, his snow- white owl Hedwig had perched itself on Harry's window sill. He read his letter, which he had just written to her, one last time. He rolled it up and secured it on Hedwig's leg.

"Be sure Harper receives this," Harry commanded. The owl hooted three times, before Harry had allowed it to leave. He watched Hedwig soar into the distance, while enjoying the cool breeze of the wind.

Harry made his way down to the common room, where he saw Ginny, Hermione, Ron, Neville and Luna, sitting in front of the fireplace, quietly.

"Hey," Harry greeted all of them. They all looked towards him and smiled.

"Hey Harry!!" Neville greeted him, cupping his pet toad, Trevor, with both his friends.

"Hey, why don't we all go to the Great Hall to eat?" Hermione suggested. Everyone agreed.

"Yeah, sure," Harry agreed, "I'm sort of hungry."

They all made their way to the Great Hall. The Hall wasn't as crowded so they made their way easily to the Gryffindor table. As soon as they sat, eating utensils appeared out of thin air and soon followed the afternoon snacks. They ate and had conversations on random subjects, which got Harry's mind off of Harper.

After they ate, Ron and Harry went into playing wizard's chess, while Hermione, Ginny, Neville and Luna watched. After three games, Hermione and Ron left to attend to their prefect duties while Ginny, Luna, Neville and Harry stayed behind.

While they were debating about topics mentioned in the latest issue of the Quibbler, Harry had spotted Cho Chang standing in the entrance of the Great Hall along with a group of girls.

"So are you guys ready to back to the common room?" Ginny asked, feeling very bored.

"Uh, yeah sure," Harry replied.

They got up from their seats and headed to the exit, where Cho was standing. As Harry approached the entrance, he had noticed Cho looking at him with a warm smile. He looked at her and smiled back as he passed them. Cho's friends seemed to have noticed that she wasn't paying attention, and looked the same way she was and when they saw who she was staring at; they groaned and sighed in dismay.

As Ginny, Luna, Neville and Harry were about to turn to a corner leading to the staircase, a voice called out to Harry. He turned around to see who was calling him and to his surprise it was Cho.

"Harry, may I ask you something in private?"

Harry turned to his friends, who stopped to see what was happening, "You guys go on ahead I'll meet up with you guys later." So they turned and left to common room.

"Ok, what were you going to ask?" Harry asked anxiously. He felt excited to hear what cho was going to ask.

"Well, actually I just really wanted to talk to you," Cho began, "I miss talking to you Harry."

Harry stunned by what she had just said. She missed him, as in she missed talking to Harry Potter.

"About our last conversation, you were wrong."

"Our last conversation?" Harry asked, puzzled.

"When you said that you were always invisible in my eyes, you were wrong," Cho justified, "I've always seen you. Every time before class, I would always hope to get at least a small glance of you."

Harry couldn't say anything. It just stunned him that the girl who had turned him down when he asked her to the Yule Ball, is right there standing in front of him confessing how she feels, or at least she's getting there.

"Harry," Cho paused, with tears starting to form in her eyes, "I just want to be with you."

Harry looked into Cho's eyes which were filled in tears. There was silence between them. Harry didn't know what to do and what to say. It was all coming to him so quickly, Harper had just left and now Cho had just confessed that she yearns to be with him; he didn't know what to think. Does he still have feelings for Cho?

Cho wiped her tears with her sleeve, "I'm so sorry about this. I don't want you to think that-" She turned and walked away, without finishing her sentence. Before she walked away any further, Harry pulled her by the arm and into a hug and she hugged him back, feeling the warmth of his chest against hers.

The next day, Harry spent his time between classes with Cho. It was the first time Harry had felt wanted since Harper had left. After that they were constantly together, in between classes, after lunch and dinner and any spare time they have.

It has been five days, since Harry and Cho had first started to constantly be at one another's side. It was a beautiful morning, the sun was shining and the wind was cool. Harry and cho spent most of their time out in the courtyard just talking away, lost in each other's eyes, ignoring the other people surrounding them.

"Hey, let's ride our brooms in the Quidditch pitch," Cho suggested.

"What? Now?"

"Yeah c'mon please??" Cho begged, giving the puppy- dog pout.

Harry smiled, "Ok, c'mon."

They both headed to the field and from there Harry conjured his broom and Cho's. They soared around the quidditch pitch chasing one another. As they were flying, near the ground, Harry leaped from his broom to Cho's, causing the broom to lose balance and fall. They laughed at the hilarious moment. Harry landed on top of Cho as her back touched the grass. They caught each other's gaze.

Harry examined Cho's eyes and caressed her pink cheeks, while Cho gazed in Harry's green eyes feeling the touch of his fingers against her cheeks. Lost in each other's gaze, Harry moved towards Cho until their lips had touched. He kissed her and she kissed him back. Her tongue entered his, bringing him into a passionate kiss. While he kissed her back, the vision of Harper had flashed into his mind, breaking the kiss.

"What's wrong?"

"Huh? Oh, nothing," Harry lied. Kissing Cho had stirred a nerve in Harry; it made him feel like he was kissing Harper. "C'mon let's go eat." Harry placed a spell that had sent their broom to their dorms before they made their way to the Great Hall for lunch.

It was finally lunch time and students went to the Great Hall and sat on their respective house tables. Harry and Cho walked in the Great Hall holding hands. Students who had seen them, whispered to one another of what they had just seen.

Harry walked Cho to her friends who were sitting at the Ravenclaw table. Before she sat, she kissed Harry on the lips, causing quite a stir at the table and everywhere else. Harry made his way to the Gryffindor table, with eyes looking at him every step of the way.

He was relieved to see Ron and Hermione. He walked towards them as fast as he could.

"So you and Cho are an item already?" Ron asked.

"No, not exactly."

"Oh so what was that?" Hermione asked.

"Oh um.."

"Harry, its ok to say that you're falling for Cho, I mean Harper left and she may never come back," Ron exclaimed.

"How can you that?" Harry bellowed, "How can you say that Harper is never coming back to me!!!"

"Harry, I-"

Before Ron could explain what he had meant, Harry stormed out of the Great Hall. The conversation had caused quite a stir, bigger than the one that Harry and Cho had previously caused.

The sky had suddenly turned dark and the breeze had turned icy cold. The rain had started to fall from the night sky, just as lightning and thunder roared through and through. The crescent moon glowed along with the stars lighting up the night sky.

Harry ran to the old oak tree, feeling both sadness and fury. Harry was on the verge of breaking down as he got there.

"HOW CAN YOU LEAVE ME LIKE THIS?" Harry screamed, as he kicked the tree several times. Finally, his sadness, depression and fury, had all came to him at once causing Harry to break down to his knees, cupping his face with his hands. He looked up towards the moon hoping that something would happen to bring his lover back to him. As the rain soaked him from head to toe, still falling upon his face, he yelled:

"PLAEASE… BRING HER BACK TO ME."

Cho, who had seen what had happened, ran after him and had spotted him down on his knees, crying. She ran under the rain to get to Harry. As she had finally reached him, she fell to her knees beside him and wrapped her arms around Harry.

"Cho, I'm sorry"

"Shh, Harry its ok, I understand," Cho replied, trying her best to comfort Harry. They both knelt their under the tree as the rain fell harder and harder. Cho understood why Harry acted the way he did that night, why he had suddenly lost his temper, I mean after all she went through the things he's currently going through.

The rain drops crash against the window as Harper sat in the dark, cold common room, sitting, all alone, in front of the fireplace. For the past hour, she watched as the flames of the fire dance in the fireplace. Thinking of nothing else but how things would've been between her and Harry if she had stayed in Hogwarts.

She pictured herself along with Harry, sitting under the old oak tree in a sunny day. Laughing and smiling on various things and just outrageously having fun, just as how they used to. The dream had suddenly come to an abrupt end when the door had opened.

"'Arper," Fleur called as she entered the room, "Madame Maxime wanted zis delivered to you."

Fleur handed Harper a parchment with the crest of the Beaux batons headmistress, Madame Maxime.

"Thanks, Fleur."

"'Arper, are you sure you zon't want your zinner?"

"Yea, I'm sure, thanks Fleur."

After Fleur had exited the room, Harper unrolled the piece of parchment and read:

Harper,

Please meet me at the entrance of the school tomorrow night. Your father has made arrangements for a meeting tomorrow and requires your presence.

Madame Maxime

"What could father possibly want now?" Harper whispered to herself. She looked at the letter again, thinking of what her father could possibly say or things that can happen in this meeting. Harper stood up from her seat, and walked to the fireplace holding the parchment on her right hand. She then threw the letter in, watching it burn and every inch of the parchment shrivels and turned into nothing more than ashes.