Harry stood face-to-face with Cho in the corridor now, clutching his books in his hands with his backpack split open on the ground. He wore a look of determination on his face as he stared at her. Cho turned a shade of blush as Harry's green eyes sent a cold chill down her spine. She could tell that he was angry, but why she did not understand. Harry had no more interest in Cho as she understood. The two of them were history.

"I'm not dating Michael, Harry," Cho blurted out without realizing it. Subconsciously, she knew that she didn't want Harry to believe that she liked Michael. She needed to let Harry know that she still had feelings deep down for him, that she still liked him.

"Should I give a bloody damn? It's your love life, not mine, Cho." Cho looked at Harry surprisingly. Her mind flashed back to her fifth year, when Harry cornered her after one of her Defense Against the Dark Arts classes and asked her to the ball. Back then, his face was vividly flushed, and he radiated vulnerability. Now, his voice was stern and his eyes focused right into hers, not blinking and not giving into her newly dripping tears.

"I wish it was yours too, Harry," she said barely above a whisper but enough for Harry to hear as she regained her balance and darted back to the common room to shut herself inside her four-poster and let her broken heart take the best of her.

By ten o'clock that night, girls in Cho's bedroom began to enter for their nights of rest into the second day of their seventh year at Hogwarts. She was able to stifle her cries until her best friend, Marietta, pulled open the curtains that concealed Cho and smothered her in her arms. Cho burst into tears as she relived the scene of horror she had faced only two hours ago and how much she still like Harry, how much she had wanted to tell him.

"Please, don't cry, Cho. He was just angry. I would be too if I had seen you kissing Michael. He probably doesn't want to let himself believe he still has feelings for you. I'm telling you to confront him tomorrow at breakfast, and I hate the slimy git. I just want to see you happy. Come on, Cho. If he says no to how you feel, then you need to forget him. Now, let's go to bed."

"Right. We don't want to be tired for our first NEWT divination lesson. Who knows what Trelawney will make of our yawns? Probably spend the class preaching that we're going to die a very short death caused by some freak accident with a root of insomnia." The two girls tucked themselves into their beds giggling and fell into dreamless sleeps.

When Cho woke up the next morning, all she could think about was facing Harry in the Great Hall. She didn't know what to say or how to come about. And what if he laughed in her face and denied her loudly in front of the entire Gryffindor table or whoever was around? Butterflies flew around her stomach as she changed into her robes and sorted out what books she needed for the morning's classes.

"Good morning, Cho," Marietta smiled out as they met at the exit of the Ravenclaw common room. "Are you ready to go down?" Cho nodded her head as they walked from the tower on the west side of the castle to the breakfast table.

Cho sat down next to a sixth year, Padma Patil, who was nibbling on a buttered piece of toast. She looked up and grinned as she stated, "You look excellent today, Cho. Who you trying to impress?" and went back to eating and chatting with her fellow sixth years. Cho felt enlightened by Padma's words because it was true that she looked excellent. She had spent extra time today on her make up and hair, hoping that it would effect how Harry would respond to her. Cho scanned the Gryffindor table for a minute before she noted Harry sitting next a tall boy with red hair she unhappily recognized as Ron Weasley. She knew that Ron was Harry's best friend and a bit oblivious when it came to minding his business between Cho and Harry's relationship. But the weight of what she wanted to tell Harry outdid the hate she had for Ron, so she gained her courage and walked past the Hufflepuffs, to the Gryffindor table.

"Hello, Harry."

"Cho." Harry didn't turn to face her, but she could see his eyebrows rise. "Can I help you?"

"Err. yes, actually. I was wondering if I could have a word with you. Maybe away from the breakfast table."

Harry turned around and faced Cho, his eyes scanning up and down her before he spoke. "Whatever you need to say, you can say here," he smirked as a fake smile spread across his face. By this time Ron and a few other Gryffindors were focusing on Cho and Harry's conversation. She gave them uneasy looks and went back to Harry.

"I'd rather not. Please, Harry. Can you come take a walk with me? Please?"

"Shouldn't you be off fucking Michael Corner? Or has he become a bit of a bore for you?" Cho stepped back from Harry, a look of disgust plastered on her face.

"I beg your pardon, but I would choke myself with Lord Voldemort's (Ron and his surrounders flinched) wand before I would even let that prat get within a foot near my robes. And if you actually care to know what the purpose of me coming over here to talk to you, it was because I want you to know that I lose sleep over you, Harry. I can't get my mind over you since we fought last year. I love you." And with that, Cho stormed out of the Great Hall and directly to the trap door to be the first one to divination.

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