Chapter 4
Harry slumped down on his bed and stared up at the ceiling. It was a Saturday, two weeks after the Quidditch match and he had just been helping Hagrid with some Hippogriffs. He lay there for a while just staring blankly up at the ceiling when the thought which had been at the back of his mind crept out into the thinking part of his brain. Why was Cho being so nice to him? He had noticed that she was acknowlaging him an awful lot more than she had used to ever since he played against her in Quidditch. Maybe she liked him as something more than a friend. Harry had never thought of this before, just wished. What if she did fancy him. She certainly blushed everytime she saw him. "Oh, don't be stupid," Harry told himself, but now that he had even considered such a thing, the thought was very hard to get rid of. The trouble was, Malfoy seemed to be thinking exactly the same thing as Harry.
Monday. The beginning of another week started, much to the all Gryffindors' annoyence, with Double Potions with the Slytherins. Harry followed Ron and Hermione into the gloomy, underground classroom as usual, only to bump into somebody and get thrown back out again. He stood up rubbing his back and came face to face with Draco Malfoy. Harry glared at him with hatred. "So, Potter," said Malfoy with a voice as cold as Harry's glare. "Been snooping around my girlfried agin have you?" Harry didn't say anything but simply glared harder at the pale faced boy. "You want to be careful, Potter," said Malfoy in a deadly whisper. "Since when has been talking to a friend been a crime?" asked Harry in a low voice. Malfoy suddenly grabbed hold of Harry's collar and pinned him to the wall. "You keep away from her. She's mine, not yours, and you making a point to speak to her every time you see her isn't going to change that". So, he was worried, Harry thought as Snape had finally stopped telling him off for provoking Malfoy. He was worried about Cho paying Harry a lot more attention. In fact, Harry remembered when he had sat himself down between his two best friends, only yeterday he had been talking to Cho when Malfoy had appeared at Cho's side and tried to kiss her. Cho, however, had shaken him off saying that he was inturrupting her conversation with Harry. This was obviously the cause for Malfoy's behaviour.
Cho continued to talk to, wave, or smile at Harry whenever their eyes met, and Harry couldn't help noticing that Malfoy always glared at him and put a protective arm aound her, as though Harry might suddenly whisk her off. Harry like the attention he was getting from her, and he was certainly pleased that he was worrying and annoyign Malfoy. But he was also very himself at the same time. What if Malfoy got so annoyed that he tried to hurt Cho? No, he wouldn't. No matter how evil Malfoy could be, surely he wouldn't hurt the person he loved? Then, it would be Harry who would get hurt. He seemed to be holding it in at the moment, contenting himself with insults and threats, but this was probably done on Cho's orders not to hurt him. He wouldn't be able to contain the anger for much longer though, Harry could tell.
"Hey, Harry!" Harry turned around in his comfortable chair by the fire to see Ron climbing through the portrait hole grinning from ear to ear. "Guess what?" he said excitedly. "Go on. Surprise me," replied Harry. "Guess!" insisted Ron. "Hmm. Let's see," said Harry pretending to be puzzled by all this. "Something about Hermione?" "How d'you know?" said Ron looking genuingly shocked. "Oh, come on - it's obvious!" said Harry smiling at his friend. "Is it?" "Yeah. Giggling around each other all the time. I'd be surprised if anyone's not noticed". "That obvious?!" exclaimed Ron. However, his huge grin was back as he slumped into a squashy chair opposite Harry and sighed happily. Ron sat there for a while just smiling to himself before he turned to Harry. "She's the best kisser ever, Harry," Ron sighed again. "How would you know? You've never kissed anyone else before". "Well, no," Ron admitted with a sheepish smile. "But there can't be anyone better than her". Then it was Harry's turn to sigh. "Harry," said Ron gently. "Find someone else". Harry looked up at his friend. "I know what you're thinking about. Cho's taken, Harry. You've got to give up. There's plenty of other girls here and loads of them like you, Harry". "But no-one actually knows me. No-one apart from Hermione, Ginny and Cho". "Well, Hermione's with me now, but I'm sure Gin-" "Hermione and Ginny are just friends. I don't fancy them," said Harry shortly. "Ye-yeah, but..." Ron tailed off. Just at that moment the two girls they were talking about appeared at the portrait hole. Both looked happy and excited about something. Probably because of the Ron-Hermione thing, Harry thought. Hermione must have been telling Ginny while Ron was talking to Harry. "Hi, you two," said Hermione happily. "Hello, darling," replied Ron, and the two of them forgot about the others as they giggled and kissed each other. Harry sat there uneasily, not knowing what to do. Ron and Hermione had completely forgotten about him and Ginny kept giving him suggestive glances. Harry got fed up after a while and decided to go for a walk. Nobody would miss him. Excepte for Ginny, of course.
Harry slumped down on his bed and stared up at the ceiling. It was a Saturday, two weeks after the Quidditch match and he had just been helping Hagrid with some Hippogriffs. He lay there for a while just staring blankly up at the ceiling when the thought which had been at the back of his mind crept out into the thinking part of his brain. Why was Cho being so nice to him? He had noticed that she was acknowlaging him an awful lot more than she had used to ever since he played against her in Quidditch. Maybe she liked him as something more than a friend. Harry had never thought of this before, just wished. What if she did fancy him. She certainly blushed everytime she saw him. "Oh, don't be stupid," Harry told himself, but now that he had even considered such a thing, the thought was very hard to get rid of. The trouble was, Malfoy seemed to be thinking exactly the same thing as Harry.
Monday. The beginning of another week started, much to the all Gryffindors' annoyence, with Double Potions with the Slytherins. Harry followed Ron and Hermione into the gloomy, underground classroom as usual, only to bump into somebody and get thrown back out again. He stood up rubbing his back and came face to face with Draco Malfoy. Harry glared at him with hatred. "So, Potter," said Malfoy with a voice as cold as Harry's glare. "Been snooping around my girlfried agin have you?" Harry didn't say anything but simply glared harder at the pale faced boy. "You want to be careful, Potter," said Malfoy in a deadly whisper. "Since when has been talking to a friend been a crime?" asked Harry in a low voice. Malfoy suddenly grabbed hold of Harry's collar and pinned him to the wall. "You keep away from her. She's mine, not yours, and you making a point to speak to her every time you see her isn't going to change that". So, he was worried, Harry thought as Snape had finally stopped telling him off for provoking Malfoy. He was worried about Cho paying Harry a lot more attention. In fact, Harry remembered when he had sat himself down between his two best friends, only yeterday he had been talking to Cho when Malfoy had appeared at Cho's side and tried to kiss her. Cho, however, had shaken him off saying that he was inturrupting her conversation with Harry. This was obviously the cause for Malfoy's behaviour.
Cho continued to talk to, wave, or smile at Harry whenever their eyes met, and Harry couldn't help noticing that Malfoy always glared at him and put a protective arm aound her, as though Harry might suddenly whisk her off. Harry like the attention he was getting from her, and he was certainly pleased that he was worrying and annoyign Malfoy. But he was also very himself at the same time. What if Malfoy got so annoyed that he tried to hurt Cho? No, he wouldn't. No matter how evil Malfoy could be, surely he wouldn't hurt the person he loved? Then, it would be Harry who would get hurt. He seemed to be holding it in at the moment, contenting himself with insults and threats, but this was probably done on Cho's orders not to hurt him. He wouldn't be able to contain the anger for much longer though, Harry could tell.
"Hey, Harry!" Harry turned around in his comfortable chair by the fire to see Ron climbing through the portrait hole grinning from ear to ear. "Guess what?" he said excitedly. "Go on. Surprise me," replied Harry. "Guess!" insisted Ron. "Hmm. Let's see," said Harry pretending to be puzzled by all this. "Something about Hermione?" "How d'you know?" said Ron looking genuingly shocked. "Oh, come on - it's obvious!" said Harry smiling at his friend. "Is it?" "Yeah. Giggling around each other all the time. I'd be surprised if anyone's not noticed". "That obvious?!" exclaimed Ron. However, his huge grin was back as he slumped into a squashy chair opposite Harry and sighed happily. Ron sat there for a while just smiling to himself before he turned to Harry. "She's the best kisser ever, Harry," Ron sighed again. "How would you know? You've never kissed anyone else before". "Well, no," Ron admitted with a sheepish smile. "But there can't be anyone better than her". Then it was Harry's turn to sigh. "Harry," said Ron gently. "Find someone else". Harry looked up at his friend. "I know what you're thinking about. Cho's taken, Harry. You've got to give up. There's plenty of other girls here and loads of them like you, Harry". "But no-one actually knows me. No-one apart from Hermione, Ginny and Cho". "Well, Hermione's with me now, but I'm sure Gin-" "Hermione and Ginny are just friends. I don't fancy them," said Harry shortly. "Ye-yeah, but..." Ron tailed off. Just at that moment the two girls they were talking about appeared at the portrait hole. Both looked happy and excited about something. Probably because of the Ron-Hermione thing, Harry thought. Hermione must have been telling Ginny while Ron was talking to Harry. "Hi, you two," said Hermione happily. "Hello, darling," replied Ron, and the two of them forgot about the others as they giggled and kissed each other. Harry sat there uneasily, not knowing what to do. Ron and Hermione had completely forgotten about him and Ginny kept giving him suggestive glances. Harry got fed up after a while and decided to go for a walk. Nobody would miss him. Excepte for Ginny, of course.