Harry came home from the fields early that day. He walked back alone, deeply immersed in his own thoughts. He watched his feet as he walked, methodically. He passed the door to Cho and Romilda's room and he heard a voice. It said his name. She said his name. Automatically, he stopped, turned and stepped towards her door. It was open. He stepped again and looked inside.
She was lying naked on the sofa. The natural light from the open window enhanced the milky glow of her skin. Harry could see her smooth buttocks and her supple breasts, dangling sumptuously beheath her. His eyes met hers and he was lost in their blue depths momentarily. She had been waiting for him.
In one fluid movement she rolled over onto her back. He stepped further into the room. She spread her legs invitingly and Harry could see the glistening sticky fluid between them. His heart pounded and he began to reach out for her. Then he stopped.
He didn't want Cho Chang. Harry turned and stepped out of her room.
She stood up and tried to follow him, calling out his name once again. He stopped and turned around to look at her face. She tried to smile, tried to make herself desirable, rather than appearing desperate. He looked through her, not really paying any attention to her. Past her, he could see a small pool of her wettness that had dripped from between her legs and accumulated on the sofa.
He walked back to the fields hurriedly. It was getting late and Harry could see the sun setting over the hill, the red and pink lights spilling out and over the sky. The woods were darkening slowly, and the low light gave Harry an eerie and foreboding feeling. He swallowed and his throat stung. Harry walked into the woods, his mind erratic with thoughts hazy. He felt as though he was asleep, plunging into a dream of his own doing that he couldn't control, but he knew that he was awake. He walked with no purpose and no path. He didn't care. He simply walked.
Finally, he saw a silvery glow. He turned towards it, as if he was drawn to it magnetically. Harry could almost feel some mysterious force flowing around him, in the very air he breathed into his lungs, the energy entered him.
Then he saw it. It was beautiful, the silvery mane and the pearly white skin. It's horn was long and old. Harry walked up to the unicorn and placed his hand on its shoulder. It did not resist, it simply stood. Perhaps it had been waiting for him, perhaps not. Harry ran his hands over its fur, and felt himself calm. His breathing slowed. It was so beautiful. Salty tears ran down Harry's cheeks. He cried like a child.
