Author's Note: Hey everybody… it's me again. Thank you to everyone who's still supporting my fic. You know who you are!!! TY ; ) ; ) ; )
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Cho went straight to the Ravenclaw common room. The thought and questions keeps on revolving around her head thus giving her a headache. On her way down the spiral staircase, she met Cedric Diggory, the Hufflepuff seeker, and also the team captain. He gave her a quick peck in the lips.
"Hi, honey. Going to the library already? Wait for a sec, I'll just go and get a piece of parchment."
"Huh?! Why…?"
"Don't you remember? I'm helping you do your essay on "cruelty to dragons in the past" today."
"Oh yeah. Sorry, It's just that… I had a weird day."
"Why, what's the problem hon?"
"Nothing, just a slight headache. I'm going to the dormitories to sleep now."
"Okay… If you have any problems, just tell me. Would you like me to walk you to the portrait hole?"
"No thanks, I can manage."
"Take care then."
He gave her again a quick peck in the lips and left. Damn! How could I forget about Cedric the all day. Wait a minute… Could it be Cedric? Is he the one Professor Trelawney told me about? Arrgh… I came to Professor for answers and instead, I got more questions. She was by the hallway now when Ron and Harry passed her way.
"Hi Cho. Lovely afternoon is it?"
"Please Harry, don't talk to me right now."
She ran off and dashed to their portrait hole.
"Bumbleweezle"
The portrait hole opened and she went straight to the girl's dormitories. She lied on her bed, face down. She felt tears forming in her eyes. How could this happen to me. Why me? I… I'm pretty sure the boy in my dreams is Harry but Professor Trelawney's prediction matches Cedric. But I always loved Cedric and I didn't love Cedric on the first place so why do I feel this way? Please, somebody give me some answers! Tears started running down her cheeks. She heard the door creaking open.
"Why Cho, what's wrong?"
She looked around and saw Hermione with a look of sincere concern.
"Nothing Herm."
"Would you like me to at least stay here."
"Yes please, I need a friend here by my side."
"She hugged her and they talked about their problems. She felt very sad for her friend. Sad at was she was going through. Sad of how a day changed her life. The thought of at least carrying some of the burden had made her really happy.
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Is she mad at me? This is the first thought that came into Harry's mind. But why? Did I do something wrong? He felt like he wanted to cry. What's this new feeling? I… I never felt this way before. Is this what they call love?"
"Haha.. Harry, the first time you had a shot with a girl and you get dissed. How unlucky of you."
"Shut up Ron! Why? You haven't made your move yet with Hermione. We are almost the same."
"I "do not" like Hermione."
"C'mon Ron, I know you like her. The way you talk about her says so."
Ron was speechless. He knows Harry was correct.
"Well… at least I didn't get dissed."
"At least I tried!"
"Okay, okay. I'm sorry."
They didn't talk to each other until they reached the Gryffindor portrait hole.
"Mysteria"
The fat lady opened the portrait hole and revealed a stair way. He went straight to his trunk to get a piece of parchment and do some homework. Shit! I have Quidditch practice today! He hurriedly went down to the direction of the Quidditch field.
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"For a while ago, I thought you weren't going to appear today Harry."
It was Alicia Johnson, the new team captain. It was her first time since Oliver Wood left the school only last year.
"Alright, everyone's here. Our first match of the season is against Hufflepuff. The game would be next week. Well… you know Hufflepuff. They beat us once but they won't beat us again. Right!"
"Yeah!" everyone shouted except Harry.
"We're going wipe them out before they could even say score."
"Yeah!" everyone shouted again except Harry.
No one seemed to notice it but Harry was really down in the blues. What did I do wrong? What did I do to deserve this? Questions is all he could think of. Even Quidditch can't help him forget them. He played really bad at that time. He didn't catch the snitch in the whole Quidditch practice and there was this one time, he tried to reach for the snitch yet it was so obvious that it was out of reach. It was a good thing that Harry is a good flyer so he managed not to fall off. If it would have been other players, they could have easily fall off. At the end of the practice, She let everyone go except Harry.
"What's wrong Harry? You never played that bad before."
"Huh?! Nothing is wrong Angelina."
"Harry, you might not notice it but you express yourself while you are flying. Everyone in the team learned that a long time ago. And today, it said "I feel bad!"
"Oh! Nothing Angelina. Really."
"Harry, I know something is wrong and apparently, you won't tell me. If you still feel that way in our match, we will surely lose. Just in case, remember Harry, the snitch is the most important thing you are looking for."
"The snitch is what I'm looking for. Thanks Angelina."
Angelina left the stadium and Harry was left alone. He was happy though because he was given the time to ponder his thoughts.
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What am I looking for anyway? The question was hard to answer. He didn't know what is the most important thing he's looking for. Could it be…parents…recognition…What could I be looking for. I can't afford to lose a match. He thought hard for answers and apparently, his mind led him back to Cho. If only that meeting never happened, I wouldn't be feeling this way. He wasn't blaming her though. He was blaming himself for doing something that could've made her mad. It was hard to stop the tears crawling down his eyes yet he struggled to be victorious. He tried to think harder for answers. He lined up the facts and tried to see the connection between all of them. Let's see…parents…friends…Quidditch…family…and Cho…yes Cho. It him hard. There was only one very obvious connection between all of them. It was the thing he hunger for all of his life. It was love.
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Thank you for reading. I'll leave it there for now. Personally, I think this chapter sux. What do you think? Please review… TY
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