The two playfully echoed their way along the dark corridor. They giggled and giggled, laughing at nothing in particular. They held hands, not a care in the world, for the moment anyway. Suddenly they heard the swinging of a lantern, and hastened to the nearest classroom, still laughing quietly, closing the door behind them.

"Oliver?" Cho whispered, "I know this is going to sound stupid, but, I feel guilty. I feel guilty about Harry."

"Cho," Oliver said, deeply and sincerely, "I know Harry has a thing for you. But you can't feel guilty about it. It's not fair on you. And I know this is selfish, but it's not fair on me." Cho felt prickly tears at the back of her eyes, and she bit her bottom lip to stop them from falling. Why was Oliver always like this? He was always so nice, so reasonable. It was an obvious thing to say, that Harry had a 'thing' for her. Originally she had just thought it was a childish crush, one that would soon fade away. But it was clear that this was not going to happen. After the fateful Quidditch match, Wood had confronted Cho about his feelings for her. It was then she realized she felt the same way. And now, a month after that day, their relationship was still a secret, because Cho didn't want to hurt Harry, and Wood didn't want the loss of a star seeker. Wood now felt a deep disliking of Harry, because he didn't like the thought that another boy could steal the heart of Cho.

"Listen, Harry, you'll really have to start eating something! Ten days since you got out of hospital and we're lucky to have you eat a piece of toast!" Hermione didn't understand. What could be wrong with Harry? Nothing important had happened lately and if something was really carving away at him, he would tell her and Ron. "Harry, come on, you can't tell us nothings wrong!" Ron said through a mouthful of chicken drumstick.

"Just leave me alone! Nothing's wrong!" Harry had had enough, he jumped up from his seat and ran all the way back to the Gryffindor common room. "Pig hoof." He said the password sullenly to the fat lady.

"Anything wrong, dearie?" she asked.

"Let me in please." Harry was in no mood to talk about his problems, even to a painting.

"Suit yourself." Came the reply as the fat lady swung open. Harry climbed through the hole and into the common room. It had been a warm day for winter, and the blazing fire made the room stuffy. He headed towards his bedroom, as he often did to watch the tiny people move around the Hogwart's grounds through the paneled window. He saw the large figure of Hagrid, sitting on his hut steps and playing his wooden flute. He saw various Hufflepuff students playing a chasing game. And he saw two figures locked in an embrace, one with ebony tresses, the other with cropped honey hair. After a few seconds he recognized both figures, and once again, his chest clenched and a white hot flush of anger engulfed him. He sprung to his feet and ran. He pushed past everyone in his wake, and never once stopped to catch his breath. As he ran out the huge door leading outside, he felt the cool breeze touch his burning cheeks. Harry caught site of Cho and Oliver, kissing, embracing on the perfectly manicured, lush green lawn. When he was about fifty metres away, he stopped, and noticed he had tears streaming down his pale skin. He wiped them away with the back of his hand, and trudged slowly forward. Wood suddenly broke away from Cho, he had seen Harry. "Wood," Harry said in a strong yet wobbly voice "I quit."

"What Harry?" Wood sounded tense.

"You heard me! I quit the Quidditch team! And I don't care what you think! I don't care if you give me a lecture on how I'm letting everyone down! Because, Wood, you've let me down!"

Harry turned, leaving Wood astounded and started to walk back to the castle. He was in a daze. Had he really said all those things? Quidditch was the only thing that truly made him feel free, and he had quit. But he couldn't look weak to Wood, he had to quit now, so Oliver would realize he wasn't just talk. But he then realized that he needed to say something to Cho, something that she deserved. He turned his head, and said "I'm sorry, Cho. I'm sorry for interrupting you. I'm sorry that I made you lose all those Quidditch matches. I'm sorry. I'm sorry I had feelings for you."