Here's part two of Reluctance. I know I really should be working on the final part of Oh How The Years Go By, but I want it to be good, so I really have to think about it.
Harry was making his way back from a particularly taxing Quidditch practice when he ran in to a very red faced and angry looking Cho.
"I was right, wasn't I?" she screamed shrilly. "You were with that poofy-haired bitch the whole time weren't you? Weren't you!!"
"Cho! I would never che-"
"Don't lie to me Harry Potter or I'll tie that Firebolt of yours in to a knot! You cheated on me you lying son of a bitch! Now admit it!"
"I didn't cheat you Cho, honest! I broke up with you a year and half ago! If I'm with Herm, it's none of your fuckin' buisness!"
Ron walked up just as Cho swung her hand back,
******************SLAP***********************
"Ouch, that's gonna leave a mark" said Ron as Harry stumbled under the force of the smack he had just been given and Cho stomped off.
"Tell me about it. Whoah, that bitch has a mean arm..."
"Come on, lets get to the common room, if I'm much mistaken, Hermione will be there, and she'll show no objection to kissing you better."
They met Hermione just outside the portrait of the fat lady.
"Is it just me, she asked, or is little miss Cho in vindictive mood, because she just spit on me when we met in the hall way."
Harry just nodded and pointed to the red mark on his face in the perfect shape of a hand.
"That's gotta hurt" she said and went to kiss him, but before their lips (and tongues ;) ) met, pain shot through Harry's scar and a voice flashed through his head, "I said stay away Potter... or they'll be consequences!"
"Oww!" he yelled, pulling away and clutching his scar.
"Harry what is it?" she asked, confused. "Is it your scar?"
"No, it's nothing...I just have a...uh... headache. Gotta go." And with that he rushed through the portrait hole and up to his dormitory.
"That was wierd" said Hermione.
"Yeah" replied Ron. "I never thought he'd refuse a kiss from you!"
"Shut up Ron." said Hermione, laughing, but deep inside, she was worried. Ron was right, he wouldn't duck out of a kiss and run off like that. Someting was wrong.
***
Harry lay down on his bed, panting. "Oh no", he thought. "I should have taken that dream more seriously. Now I can't touch Hermi, oh god. This is too much."
He lay in silence for a moment, until Hermione came in. "Harry, are you sure you're okay?"
"Yeah." he said, trying to inch a way from Herm as she sat down on his bed. "Just a head ache."
"Are you sure? You seem kind of, well, distant."
"Yes. I just wanna get some sleep."
"Okay. Would you like me to sit here with you for a while?"
"No it's okay, go finish your homework."
Harry cringed as she bent down to kiss him, but to his relief, the pain was not so strong, but the words in his head made him shiver.
I shall not warn you again.
Hermione pulled the covers up around him and whispered good night, as he fell into an uneasy sleep, filled with unpleasant dreams.
***
Harry sat up in bed, cold sweat upon his brow. He had dreamed the dream again, only, the tombstone he could once not read was clealy legiable.
Hermione P. Granger.
He had to distance himself from her...before it was too late. It would kill him, not being able to hold her, but he'd do what he had to do. To keep her alive.
So, yet another fanfic author portrays Cho as a bitch.
hehe!
well I hope you enjoyed that!
review or e-mail me!
water_nymph@swimmail.com
Love ya lotz,
~Danie
Harry was making his way back from a particularly taxing Quidditch practice when he ran in to a very red faced and angry looking Cho.
"I was right, wasn't I?" she screamed shrilly. "You were with that poofy-haired bitch the whole time weren't you? Weren't you!!"
"Cho! I would never che-"
"Don't lie to me Harry Potter or I'll tie that Firebolt of yours in to a knot! You cheated on me you lying son of a bitch! Now admit it!"
"I didn't cheat you Cho, honest! I broke up with you a year and half ago! If I'm with Herm, it's none of your fuckin' buisness!"
Ron walked up just as Cho swung her hand back,
******************SLAP***********************
"Ouch, that's gonna leave a mark" said Ron as Harry stumbled under the force of the smack he had just been given and Cho stomped off.
"Tell me about it. Whoah, that bitch has a mean arm..."
"Come on, lets get to the common room, if I'm much mistaken, Hermione will be there, and she'll show no objection to kissing you better."
They met Hermione just outside the portrait of the fat lady.
"Is it just me, she asked, or is little miss Cho in vindictive mood, because she just spit on me when we met in the hall way."
Harry just nodded and pointed to the red mark on his face in the perfect shape of a hand.
"That's gotta hurt" she said and went to kiss him, but before their lips (and tongues ;) ) met, pain shot through Harry's scar and a voice flashed through his head, "I said stay away Potter... or they'll be consequences!"
"Oww!" he yelled, pulling away and clutching his scar.
"Harry what is it?" she asked, confused. "Is it your scar?"
"No, it's nothing...I just have a...uh... headache. Gotta go." And with that he rushed through the portrait hole and up to his dormitory.
"That was wierd" said Hermione.
"Yeah" replied Ron. "I never thought he'd refuse a kiss from you!"
"Shut up Ron." said Hermione, laughing, but deep inside, she was worried. Ron was right, he wouldn't duck out of a kiss and run off like that. Someting was wrong.
***
Harry lay down on his bed, panting. "Oh no", he thought. "I should have taken that dream more seriously. Now I can't touch Hermi, oh god. This is too much."
He lay in silence for a moment, until Hermione came in. "Harry, are you sure you're okay?"
"Yeah." he said, trying to inch a way from Herm as she sat down on his bed. "Just a head ache."
"Are you sure? You seem kind of, well, distant."
"Yes. I just wanna get some sleep."
"Okay. Would you like me to sit here with you for a while?"
"No it's okay, go finish your homework."
Harry cringed as she bent down to kiss him, but to his relief, the pain was not so strong, but the words in his head made him shiver.
I shall not warn you again.
Hermione pulled the covers up around him and whispered good night, as he fell into an uneasy sleep, filled with unpleasant dreams.
***
Harry sat up in bed, cold sweat upon his brow. He had dreamed the dream again, only, the tombstone he could once not read was clealy legiable.
Hermione P. Granger.
He had to distance himself from her...before it was too late. It would kill him, not being able to hold her, but he'd do what he had to do. To keep her alive.
So, yet another fanfic author portrays Cho as a bitch.
hehe!
well I hope you enjoyed that!
review or e-mail me!
water_nymph@swimmail.com
Love ya lotz,
~Danie