Cho

I almost didn't recognize him, what with his hair an inch or two longer and a lighter red from the sun. It hurt to think about how much time I didn't get to spend with him, because of Harry. Ron's being a good friend though, trying to protect him. What about us? Ron should just tell Harry about us and get this masquerade over with so we can be happy. Maybe you like all this lying and deceiving. No, I rather express our relationship in public.
"Well are you just going to stand there?" He raised his eyebrow at me, challenging me to come forth.
"Come in here Ron. If I go over there, we'd be in the hall the whole ride," I gave a soft laugh.
"I'd love to stay here but I told Harry and Herm, that I was looking for the Trolley lady. With my luck she probably stopped by there first. I'm sick of hiding, meeting in secret. It's just a bunch of bloody nonsense!"
"You're right. Why can't we just tell Har-"
"That's the problem. You know how much he adores you. Not as much as I do but still. We cannot tell him until we can get he and Hermione together. Or with someone else."
"You are right, but please don't leave at all. I want you to stay. Who cares what they think. For all they know you never found the Trolley Lady."
"For all they know, I may be trying to get rid of them."
"You can sit with them on the carriage, just stay with me now."
"For now, but not too long."
"All right. So when are we planning our next rendezvous?"
"First off, hold back a few minutes, we'll get to that. Second," he grasped my chin into his fingers and brought my lips to his, "I've been wanting to do that all summer."
"Go shut the door, who knows who'll see us and go blab to Harry."
"Right," He shut the door with his foot, "You know what we should do? Tell Hermione about us. She'd understand and help. Maybe if I went back and told her, I'd get her to cover for me so I can come back, maybe even ride with you to the castle."
"But won't Harry be in there too? You wouldn't get time to tell her."
"I'll find a way, but I won't go yet, maybe in a few minutes. Not until we discuss our next meeting."
"How about in the Prefect's bathroom?"
"You're a Prefect?"
"Sure am. Now, after the feast I'll owl you the password and the time I have to use it. That way no body will come in while you are there."
"That's a great idea."
"Thanks."
"Well, since we have a few minutes to spare, care to sit down?"
"After you."
He sat quickly and I followed, sitting close to him, nearly on his lap. His arm wrapped around my shoulder and I rested my head onto his chest.
"I'm sorry," he startled me.
"For what?" I looked into his stress-baring eyes.
"What do you mean 'for what'? Everything. You not being able to have a real relationship. Not being able to go out in public, hiding our relationship. I wish it could be otherwise but for now it can't."
"I love you and I don't care what I have to do to be with you, and you should know that."
"I do," he took my hands into his, stroking them gently, "I'm going to tell Harry. It's better that I tell him then him finding out some other way."
"What about him having a girlfriend first?"
"Well, I'll tell Hermione, she'll be ecstatic that the girl Harry wants isn't available and she'll go after him. I doubt he'd refuse. Then I'll tell him."
"Let's hope nothing ruins the plan."
"We've been together this long without anyone figuring out, we can last a few more days. Shoot, I better go."
I reached my hands and placed them around his neck and pulled him towards me. I received a passionate kiss from him and finally we stood up.
"Bye," I whispered onto his lips.
He broke away and headed towards the door, "Don't make it sound so final."
"Fine, see you soon."
"Sooner I hope."
And then he left, heading towards the way he came from.