a/n: forgot the disclaimer last chap. I DON'T OWN ANYTHING HERE!! (just the plot)


[Back in the Ravenclaw room where Cho has angrily stormed up to.]
[CHO rips the scarf off and throws it onto her bed. She plops down on a cushy
chair and closes her eyes.]
CHO: Why him...
[There's a knock on the door]
CHO: Door's open.
HARRY: [enters] Hey, Cho.
CHO: Harry!
HARRY: Are you alright? I can come back later if you need...
CHO: No, I'm fine. Just a bit tired.
HARRY: Oh. [remembers why he came] I thought you might like some food.
CHO: Thanks, I'm starving. [begins to eat] Mm, still warm.
HARRY: Yeah, dinner just ended but you weren't there, so...
CHO: Thank you, Harry. That was very nice of you. Would you like some?
HARRY: Oh no, that's alright. I just had a huge helping, courtesy of Ron.
CHO: [laughs] I see. How's your Quidditch team?
HARRY: It's the best it's ever been. We're really seeing a lot of improvement.
CHO: I'm shivering in my robes, whatever will the Ravenclaw team do?
HARRY: [smiles and then turns serious] What did Malfoy want?
CHO: You heard?
HARRY: I saw you from a window.
CHO: Oh. I was needed to help Professor Snape with some potion. Nothing, really.
HARRY: Malfoy's just bad news.
CHO: I know, Harry. I can take care of myself.
HARRY: I was just saying--
CHO: Yes, I know. [touches Harry's face softly] Thank you.
[Harry smiles back at her]


[HERMIONE and RON are snuggling under the Quidditch bleachers. His coat is
wrapped around the both of them and they look quite cozy.]
RON: Are you warm enough?
HERMIONE: I'm just right.
RON: Good. [rubs Hermione's arm] What are you thinking about?
HERMIONE: A lot of things...school...my family...you...
RON: Ooh, what about me?
HERMIONE: Well, you know what next Friday is, I'm sure.
RON: Our anniversary, of course.
HERMIONE: Of course. And I was just planning on what exactly I wanted to do
with you on our anniversary.
RON: Does this involve a whip?
HERMIONE: Er, no.
RON: Whew. What were you thinking of then?
HERMIONE: I was thinking a nice candlelit dinner and a moonlit stroll along the lake.
RON: And perhaps a romp in the woods?
HERMIONE: Oh, dangerous. I like it.
RON: I've always wanted to be in the forest when I--
HERMIONE: Mental images.
RON: Sorry.


[Slytherin Common Room. DRACO is reading a book on the couch in front of the fire
and Crabbe and Goyle are in a corner chuckling stupidly over something. Pansy
sashays in.]
PANSY: There you are, baby.
DRACO: Mm. [doesn't look up]
PANSY: [seats herself next to him] You look tense, Draco.
DRACO: I am.
PANSY: Nothing one of my famous massages can't get rid of. [starts to massage]
DRACO: [brushes her away] Not now, Parkinson.
PANSY: [takes book and sets it on table] Put the silly book down and talk to me.
DRACO: About what.
PANSY: Anything. [thinks] Oh, I know what this is about.
DRACO: Enlighten me.
PANSY: You're sexually deprived, aren't you? Haven't had a good lay in a while, hmm?
DRACO: [rolls his eyes] Yeah. That's it.
PANSY: [whispers "seductively" in his ear] Why didn't you tell me sooner?
DRACO: [hesitates, then flips Pansy onto the couch and straddles her] Because it's
not like you could do anything about it. [gets off and walks up to his room.]
[Pansy is shocked. Crabbe comes over and grins. She rolls her eyes but begins to strip
for him. He grunts in pleasure.]
[Draco stares out the window, trying hard not to envision the scene unfolding in the
common room. Cho's face is all he can see. Cho's eyes, her perfect body, what her
perfect body would look like naked...]