Chapter 3
Harry crumpled up a half-sheet of parchment. Great... some of the ink hadn't dried and his hands had it smudged on them. He picked up his quill again and wrote:
Cho, meet me in the library. I need help with my Transfiguration.
Harry P.
He crumpled that up, too.
Dear Cho, I love you. Love, ???
Harry practised some old soccer skills on yet another piece of crumpled parchment.
Cho, I like you a lot.
Harry P.
That would do it. He attatched it to Hedwig's leg and let her fly off. Harry sat on his bed for an hour biting his nails and twiddling his thumbs. He was nervous. He got up and paced back and forth across the floor like a caged lion.
Harry and Ron were on the way to the dungeons for potions class.
"Harry, can I see you for a minute?" said Cho amidst her bunch of giggling girls. They ran on ahead with Ron.
"Sh-sure," Harry said, trying to appear calm.
"Harry, I like you too. But not that way," she added.
Harry lowered his head. "I guess."
"Maybe some other time. It's just... I like Cedric too much." Harry didn't mention that Cedric died a long time ago.
"I understand."
Cho smiled. "I knew you would."
Harry left for potions. He didn't really understand the way Cho wanted him to, but that was beside the point. Cedric was dead. He died what seemed like eons ago. It was pointless for her to tie her affections to a dead guy. But he could still wish. There was always that.
Harry couldn't concentrate on the test they had in potions. All he could think of was rejection... rejection... rejection. Rejection by the girl he loved. It wasn't fair. It was her fault he reversed witch hazel with slippery elm powder. At least that's what he wanted to think. But he knew it wasn't so.
Harry wasn't sure he could get lucky twice, but a bath in the prefect's washroom seemed appealing. He had to blow off some steam.
Harry rummaged through his trunk until he found the invisibility cloak his father had left him. He slipped on the strange material and out of the Gryffindor common room. he wandered the dark, cold halls of Hogwarts unseen, Maurader's Map in hand, until he found the bathroom. He glanced at the map just to be sure there weren't any teachers lurking around. By the statue of Cornelius Agrippa on the fifth floor was none other than Cho Chang and Draco Malfoy. What were they doing up at this hour? He was sure they weren't invisible or prefects. Perhaps they were engaged in a duel. Harry tiptoed over to investigate.
He peered behind the statue's marble hand. Cho and Draco were kissing? This was insane! Cho wasn't still mourning Cedric; she was sneaking off with Malfoy! The dirty Slytherin, of all people! She just didn't want him to find out. Harry stormed off, his heart shattered into a zillion pieces.
The hood of the cloak slipped in his fury...
"Harry, wait! It's not like that! I swear!" Cho called.
But it was too late, the damage was done and not to be reconciled that evening.
Harry crumpled up a half-sheet of parchment. Great... some of the ink hadn't dried and his hands had it smudged on them. He picked up his quill again and wrote:
Cho, meet me in the library. I need help with my Transfiguration.
Harry P.
He crumpled that up, too.
Dear Cho, I love you. Love, ???
Harry practised some old soccer skills on yet another piece of crumpled parchment.
Cho, I like you a lot.
Harry P.
That would do it. He attatched it to Hedwig's leg and let her fly off. Harry sat on his bed for an hour biting his nails and twiddling his thumbs. He was nervous. He got up and paced back and forth across the floor like a caged lion.
Harry and Ron were on the way to the dungeons for potions class.
"Harry, can I see you for a minute?" said Cho amidst her bunch of giggling girls. They ran on ahead with Ron.
"Sh-sure," Harry said, trying to appear calm.
"Harry, I like you too. But not that way," she added.
Harry lowered his head. "I guess."
"Maybe some other time. It's just... I like Cedric too much." Harry didn't mention that Cedric died a long time ago.
"I understand."
Cho smiled. "I knew you would."
Harry left for potions. He didn't really understand the way Cho wanted him to, but that was beside the point. Cedric was dead. He died what seemed like eons ago. It was pointless for her to tie her affections to a dead guy. But he could still wish. There was always that.
Harry couldn't concentrate on the test they had in potions. All he could think of was rejection... rejection... rejection. Rejection by the girl he loved. It wasn't fair. It was her fault he reversed witch hazel with slippery elm powder. At least that's what he wanted to think. But he knew it wasn't so.
Harry wasn't sure he could get lucky twice, but a bath in the prefect's washroom seemed appealing. He had to blow off some steam.
Harry rummaged through his trunk until he found the invisibility cloak his father had left him. He slipped on the strange material and out of the Gryffindor common room. he wandered the dark, cold halls of Hogwarts unseen, Maurader's Map in hand, until he found the bathroom. He glanced at the map just to be sure there weren't any teachers lurking around. By the statue of Cornelius Agrippa on the fifth floor was none other than Cho Chang and Draco Malfoy. What were they doing up at this hour? He was sure they weren't invisible or prefects. Perhaps they were engaged in a duel. Harry tiptoed over to investigate.
He peered behind the statue's marble hand. Cho and Draco were kissing? This was insane! Cho wasn't still mourning Cedric; she was sneaking off with Malfoy! The dirty Slytherin, of all people! She just didn't want him to find out. Harry stormed off, his heart shattered into a zillion pieces.
The hood of the cloak slipped in his fury...
"Harry, wait! It's not like that! I swear!" Cho called.
But it was too late, the damage was done and not to be reconciled that evening.