Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Cho Chang.
A/N: This is written for the Google Me Challenge, being run by mommaxbear.
The picture this is based on is located on my profile.
I can't believe Harry had actually asked me to go to Hogsmeade together this snowy, December weekend. Now, I'm freaking out about what to wear. This has to be perfect, but it's SNOWING out, so I also have to be bundled up.
I finally decide on the pair of jeans that make my legs look reallyyy good. For my top, I pick out this lilac colored, long sleeved cotton tunic. The purple would look nice against my blue winter coat, and would match my lilac gloves perfectly. I left my black, shiny, straight hair down, so that it would blow through the wind.
I'm really nervous. I hope Harry will like the outfit. I'm actually early. This is because I ended up deciding to go with the natural look, and put hardly any makeup on. It looks better with my outfit. The whole look is more of a cute, comfy look, rather than my usual 'typical beautiful' look. I think Harry will like that a little better. I hope so, at least.
Finally, it is time to meet Harry. I walk to the Great Hall, and see him standing on the side, awkwardly waiting for me. He is so cute. I love his outfit, which compliments mine quite well. His green gloves would look great next to my purple ones. I hope I get a chance to see them against each other. His tan jacket was open, to show a light yellow tee-shirt, over brown cargo pants. His hair was the normal black, messy mop.
"Hi, Harry," I say.
"Hey, Cho," He said. He sounds nervous. Harry is a soft-spoken kid, who hates the attention he gets. This date is a little out of his comfort zone.
"Let's go," I say.
"To where?" He says.
"For now, let's just walk around. It's so pretty out," I say. I love Hogsmeade in the snow.
"Okay," he says.
We walk around, talking about nothing in particular. Mostly, the discussion stays on quidditch, the one thing Harry is completely comfortable talking about.
My hand is hanging by my side, hoping Harry will use some of his Gryffindor bravery to grab my hand in his. I am longing to lean my head against his shoulder, but know that it wouldn't go over well with Harry.
His arms are half crossed. He starts to uncross them, but just sort of stops. They are hanging awkwardly, as though he doesn't know what to do. I can tell he wants to take my hand, but is too scared to actually do it. He's trying to read me, I think. He doesn't want to mess anything up.
Please, Harry, take my hand. I move my arm slightly toward him, so that he can see that I want him to hold it.
Finally, he takes my hand. Mine fits right into his, like they are made for each other.
I sigh, happily. This is the best way to spend a cold, wintry Hogsmeade day.
"Harry, thanks for this date. It's perfect." I say.
A/N: hope it wasn't too cheesy for you.
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