Disclaimer: I hold no responsibility to any of the Harry Potter characters.
JK Rowling is the rightful copyrighted owner of all Harry Potter
characters and all things mentioned in her book, this is simply a ff
created in my imagination.
"Oh, that was such a good sleep, haven't felt so warm inside in a long time.I wonder why?" The young reporter smiled as she spoke to herself. She gathered all her stuff and rushed out of the train. She stared at the clock for a while and started running. "Oh, no! I'm late, I knew I should of used the floo powder!" As she said it, she bumped into Harry Potter. She kneeled down to pick up her papers carefully because she was wearing a short black skirt, which showed off her beautiful, long legs.
"I'm so sorry!" She said in such a gentle way that no way could get upset at her. Then she realized that her blouse was unbuttoned and people could almost see her undergarment. She blushed a bit and buttoned it while the man she bumped into picked up her documents.
"So you work for Daily Prophet." The familiar voice said.
Surprised, the reporter tried to make an excuse, "Er. It's a silly."
Harry cut her off and said, not looking at her, "I know you're a witch, don't worry. I sat next to you on the train, I guess you didn't realize as you were sleeping so soundly."
The reporter wanted to dance to the rhythm of the voice Harry produced. Still not knowing who the man was, she looked up. "Harry?"
"Yes?" Harry turned to stare into the eyes of his crush in Hogwarts, the one and only gorgeous Cho Chang. He blushed.
"Er. wow, didn't know I'll meet you here. So, how have you been?" Cho said in a rather nervous tone.
"Oh, great, so. you're working for the Daily Prophet now, huh?"
"Oh yeah, it's a pretty good job, good pay.Look at the time! I've got to go!" Cho hurried off. She didn't want to end the conversation so soon, in fact, she would have quit the job so she could have that 5 minute conversation with Harry.
"Oh, good-bye." Harry said in a whisper. He signed as Cho disappeared. "Like she would want to talk to me?"
After handing her article of the Quidditch game between England and Ireland, Cho apparated back to her apartment.
"Ugh. so tired! What's with me lately, I get tired so easily." Cho complained to herself. The echo of her voice bounced back and forth in her empty little apartment. The apartment wasn't big or empty, it was just clear, of people. Cho moved out of her parent's house because her mom was a total control freak. She was actually proud of her cozy little apartment. Her dwelling was very tidy, her whole house was scented with pine flavored air freshener, not like the house needed it because Cho gives off this natural smell, not like a rose smell, but an unexplainable pleasant smell. By her queen-sized bed were two little Victorian-style tables, made of fine red wood. True, Cho was a witch, but she was half- muggle, so it is no wonder, she lives in such a muggle-like house. She has a balcony connected to her living room, where she spends most of her time staring down to the landlord's garden. The garden was arrayed with roses, tulips, carnations, and all kinds of flowers, you name it.
"Oh, that was such a good sleep, haven't felt so warm inside in a long time.I wonder why?" The young reporter smiled as she spoke to herself. She gathered all her stuff and rushed out of the train. She stared at the clock for a while and started running. "Oh, no! I'm late, I knew I should of used the floo powder!" As she said it, she bumped into Harry Potter. She kneeled down to pick up her papers carefully because she was wearing a short black skirt, which showed off her beautiful, long legs.
"I'm so sorry!" She said in such a gentle way that no way could get upset at her. Then she realized that her blouse was unbuttoned and people could almost see her undergarment. She blushed a bit and buttoned it while the man she bumped into picked up her documents.
"So you work for Daily Prophet." The familiar voice said.
Surprised, the reporter tried to make an excuse, "Er. It's a silly."
Harry cut her off and said, not looking at her, "I know you're a witch, don't worry. I sat next to you on the train, I guess you didn't realize as you were sleeping so soundly."
The reporter wanted to dance to the rhythm of the voice Harry produced. Still not knowing who the man was, she looked up. "Harry?"
"Yes?" Harry turned to stare into the eyes of his crush in Hogwarts, the one and only gorgeous Cho Chang. He blushed.
"Er. wow, didn't know I'll meet you here. So, how have you been?" Cho said in a rather nervous tone.
"Oh, great, so. you're working for the Daily Prophet now, huh?"
"Oh yeah, it's a pretty good job, good pay.Look at the time! I've got to go!" Cho hurried off. She didn't want to end the conversation so soon, in fact, she would have quit the job so she could have that 5 minute conversation with Harry.
"Oh, good-bye." Harry said in a whisper. He signed as Cho disappeared. "Like she would want to talk to me?"
After handing her article of the Quidditch game between England and Ireland, Cho apparated back to her apartment.
"Ugh. so tired! What's with me lately, I get tired so easily." Cho complained to herself. The echo of her voice bounced back and forth in her empty little apartment. The apartment wasn't big or empty, it was just clear, of people. Cho moved out of her parent's house because her mom was a total control freak. She was actually proud of her cozy little apartment. Her dwelling was very tidy, her whole house was scented with pine flavored air freshener, not like the house needed it because Cho gives off this natural smell, not like a rose smell, but an unexplainable pleasant smell. By her queen-sized bed were two little Victorian-style tables, made of fine red wood. True, Cho was a witch, but she was half- muggle, so it is no wonder, she lives in such a muggle-like house. She has a balcony connected to her living room, where she spends most of her time staring down to the landlord's garden. The garden was arrayed with roses, tulips, carnations, and all kinds of flowers, you name it.