Alyce sighed heavily and layed down her quill. A sad smile playing on her lips, she started to read her new diary entry to herself:

My dearest Harry,

I can't believe it has been two months already since we started going out. It seems like its only been two hours … well, you know what people say: time flies when you're having fun. It's true alright. Ever since the first time you smiled at me, I never forgot how your green eyes twinkled. It's like some emerald stone that I placed under bright light. Then we shared our first kiss - and that was even better!

I don't want to ever lose you, ever let go of you, Harry. I want to see and hear you say "I love you" because every time you do, I feel like I've just been on the most exciting Quidditch match ever played in history. It's amazing how three words can make the biggest difference in someone's life. It's amazing how much I love you. It's heartbreaking how you seem to be drifting away.

* * *

Harry Potter laughed as his feet touched the wet grass. Swinging his broom over his shoulder, he swapped high fives with Ron Weasley.

"You're turning out to be a better Keeper than I thought!" Harry commented, grinning.

"Ah, I know. Dunno why it took so long for you to put me on the team," Ron winked.

"Ha, ha," replied Harry sarcastically.

"There's your girlfriend," Ron whispered.

"There's yours," Harry retorted.

Alyce waved frantically in Harry's direction, her mouth open in a wide smile. Harry forced one himself. He didn't feel like doing anything romantic right now. Still, he pretended to be enjoying her company.

"Great flying! I saw you out there, you were great!" she said, throwing her arms around him and squeezing him half to death in a hug.

"T-thanks."

Hermione stood beside Ron, looking shy. Ron casually laid an arm around her shoulders and her knees buckled noticeably as she tried to hide a smile. "Hey, Mione."

"Hey."

The four of them stayed there, happily chatting until Ron finally complained about his rumbling stomach. Walking back up the entrance steps, the giant doors closed behind them and a chilly breeze whistled the silent tree tops.

No one noticed the pair of hazel eyes vanish along with the silver glint of the dagger.

* * *

Dear Harry,

As I watched you flying yesterday, I thought you were superb. Maybe I should consider joining your team … we could have fun together. It would be nice to spend more time with you seeing as we only get to see each other in lunchtimes and weekends. You know, every night before I go to bed, the last thought that's in my mind is that whether you're thinking about me. I know I think about you. I think about you all the time. Okay, okay, call me crazy but I probably am. Crazy about you I mean.

Sadly enough, I noticed your smile flicker when you looked at me yesterday.

* * *

Cho Chang looked carefully around the deserted corridor. Then, flicking her impatient eyes back to the ancient clock that hung on the wall, she whispered, "Nearly time …"

Minutes ticked by.

Then came the sound of hurried footsteps around the corner. Cho snapped back into action. Pulling her wand gracefully from her black robe, she pointed to herself and murmured, "Clamo."

Hot tears sprang in her eyes and suddenly she was blinded. She stumbled out of her hiding spot, her arms swinging around wildly. Then privately shouting at herself, she gained more control. Here we go, she thought.

Cho lunged forward dramatically, falling down on the floor with a soft thud that echoed loudly through the halls. She buried her tear-stained face in her arms then sobbed uncontrollably, her slim shoulders rocking backwards and forwards. Above all this noise, her sharp ears strained to hear what she wanted to hear.

The footsteps ran to her. A pair of strong arms grabbed her and held her up. The handsome face of Harry Potter loomed into view.

"Cho?" he cried urgently. Cho? What's wrong? Why are you crying?"

Another sob escaped and more tears fell. "H-Harry," she choked, "Harry, he was g-going to kill m-me Harry …"

Harry looked confused, a thousand questions popping at once in his head. They could wait. This was more important. Pushing them aside, he held her closer, placing his hand on her head as she nuzzled her face into his chest. Harry stroked her knotted hair gently, softly murmuring comforting words. She looked up at him, eyes large and red then smiled. "I feel better now Harry," she said in a hoarse voice.

"So you should," he replied dazedly. Lowering his head, their lips met in a passionate kiss.

Alyce ran from where she was standing, feeling pain like death.