Chapter 4: Falling Tears

A/N: All characters, sets and character personas belong to you-know-who (no, not Voldemort, dummies)

A/N: Hehe. Don't worry. She ain't gettin him yet'. It's gonna take a while (3 chapters, I was thinking?). I'm more keen on making her suffer, etc. You know, a few deaths, a Cruciatus curse here or there, the works :]

A/N: To one of my reviewers. Yep. This is a complete ripoff of the 5th book. In the 5th book, Cho *falls magically in love with Harry*. Yep. In the 5th book, there is NO Order of the Pheonix. Nope. Oh, and this absolutely *ISN'T* a romance fic between Harry and Cho. Nope. Not at all. This is all about Harry's 5th year at school, and how he spoiler Dumbledore nearly kills Voldemort /spoiler. Well, sorry I couldn't please you. Hey, at least you got a paragraph dedicated to ya! How about some constructive criticism?

A/N: Sorry for not updating for so long. I've had problems. I'll try and update every week now.

The following morning, Harry woke up in his four-poster bed. He was tired and exhausted. All that flying last night had made his muscles burn in protest, but he drove them. For Cho. Why, though? He would never get her. He now regretted not having walked off the field when he saw Marietta Edgecomb laughing. It was most probably at him, he thought. I'm so thick. Why didn't I just leave? Just because she was there (Cho).

He got up and got dressed. It was very early, around 6 in the morning. He headed down to the common room to find Ron and Hermione already sitting there. As soon as he put one food down on the stairway from the dormatories to the common room, they jumped up in unison and turned their heads back to look at him. Ron was first to catch his eye, and Harry knew exactly what his friend meant.

'Oops, I forgot, my --uh--, sweater up in the common room. I better go get it.

As Harry was going back upstairs to the dormitories, he saw a large, brown owl pecking on the window in the common room. He decided to let it in. As if by coincidence, the letter was addressed to him. He quickly untied it off the owl's leg and ran up the stairs. He climbed on his four poster, and ripped the letter open. It wrote:

'Dear Harry

How are you? I hope nothing went wrong over at the Dursley's. I wanted to write you, but Dumbledore

forbade (...?) me. So how is everything? How are Ron and Hermione?

I mainly wrote to tell you that I'm going way south. I suspect that they're on to me, since

there've been Wizards from the Minitry patrolling the area where I am (I can't disclose that information

to you). I should be back... In the meanwhile, keep safe.

Bye,

Snuffles'

Well that's just great, thought Harry. Not only were his two best friends going to be snogging all the time, and therefore have no time for him, Sirius had also been discovered. Harry sighed and went back downstairs. By now, he was sure that Ron and Hermione would have gotten more than enough time alone. He walked much slower than he did previously, and saw his two best friends talking in a secluded area of the common room. He walked up over to them.

'Hello, early birds.' said Harry.

'You're not so late yourself.' Ron replied.

'Well, we still have another hour til' we have to get down to breakfast...' continued Harry. He wanted to do something with both of them, but he also wanted to give them space. This was hard already.

'Yeah... Want to play Wizzard's chess?' said Ron, and then glanced at Hermione to receive a sort of verification that he could. He was like another pet to him.

'Sure. You don't mind, do you Mione?'

'No, not at all. I'll watch.'

They set up the pieces and started their game. Ron made a surprising rook opening, while Harry opened with his knights. In the end, Ron had the edge since Harry didn't counter his technique, and won.

'Good game. Care for another one?'

'How about we get down to the Great Hall?' purposed Hermione.

'Okay.' the two boys said in unison.

They went down, and still little students were waiting.

'Any minute now...' said Ron.

At that moment, Cho came in. Harry saw her from across the Great Hall. He was facing the entrance.

**Cho's Point of View**

I've got to talk to him. Look at him. Those big emerald green eyes... I'm going over there.

'Save me a spot, okay Marietta?'

'Okay. What are yo--'

I'm not going to listen to her. My nerve only lasts a short while. I'm going too fast. He'll think I'm a freak. Okay, this looks like a nice pace. He's looking at me. Quick, Cho, think! Oh great, my shoes are something amazing to look at. What am I going to say? 'Hi Harry, I--'

'Hey, Cho!'

What now!? I'm feet away from him.

'Cho, wait up!' it was Roger Davies, captain of the Ravenclaw Quidditch team (sorry if I got this wrong...).

Fine, I'll talk to him, but only because he's captain of my team, and only for a few seconds.

'Hi, Roger.'

'Cho, come on, I have something to show you.'

He grabbed my hand. What is this?

'Hey, let go!'

'Oh, sorry.'

That hurt. He's so insensitive.

'Listen, not now, okay?'

'No, you have to come Cho!'

'But, I wanted to go-'

'Just come.'

ARGH. I hate him. I think I'm going to hex the bludgers at our next practice to hit him in the head.

**End Cho's Point of View**

He lead her to the Ravenclaw table, where there was still no one...

'Surprise!'

People popped their heads out from under the table. Everyone from the Ravenclaw Quidditch team, in fact. Harry saw all this.

'What for?' Cho said, stuttering.

'Well,' started Marietta

'We all noticed you were a bit down lately, because of Cedric, so I came up with the idea of throwing you a little surprise! Tonight, we're going to treat you to George's stash of sweet. Choclate frogs, Bertie Botts... Won't it be fun? Oh, hi George!'

Cho was enraged! She wasn't down at all. She was sick and tired of people that pittied her. She was fine, except everyone always kept reminding her of Cedric by asking 'Are you alright?'. She didn't like Cedric at all. He was her friend, sure, but nothing more. Just because they went to the Yule Ball together didn't mean that they were destined for each other. She didn't know what to say. She wanted to take that dratted Edgecomb by the throat and strangle her. Put a hex on everyone there.

'Cho? Hello? Choooo... Wake up.'

She had to think her words through first. Was she going to tell all of them off? Confess about Cedric? She didn't know what to do. She looked around the Great Hall. Every single house table was now nearly full. She glanced first at the Slytherin's table, then at the Hufflepuff one, and finally at the Gryffindor table. Everyone was looking at her as though she had been given a great treat. Even the Slytherins. Even Malfoy. Was there no one that understood? Right before she wanted to look back at Marietta, who was now poking her very hard in the shoulder, she saw a still very pale boy. He looked even whiter due to the contrast between his face and his hair. He wasn't looking at her. He had his head down. What was he thinking?

**Harry's Point of View**

She must be really angry. I don't know who would think they're doing her any good. Well, that does it. Hermione and Ron do.  Look at them, staring at her in awe. She still hadn't said anything. I bet she's livid. What's she doing anyway? I didn't hear a word since the big 'Surprise!'. That's it, I'm looking up.

Why's she looking at me? Why's the entire Great Hall now looking at me... Uh, something's wrong with this picture.

'Uh, Ron...?'

'Harry...'

'Why's everyone looking at me?...'

**End Harry's Point of View**

After what seemed like hours of staring at Harry, a bell finally rang, announcing that the entire school had been late for class. Students got their things together as fast as they possibly could, each and every one of them afterwards racing towards their classes. Nobody had received detention, for the sole reason that to fit the entire school into one classroom would have been impossible, and to spread it out so that each group of students would have another day would take months.

That night, Cho cried herself to sleep. She had been thinking of Cedric, of Marietta, of the school's thoughts, of today... of Harry. Yes, she had definately been thinking about Harry. So what if everyone thought she would betray Cedric if she went out with Harry? Tomorrow, she would definately talk to him.