Cho did not know what she was doing. Her feet was not obeying her; they were obeying her heart. And somehow what her heart wanted was to get near Harry.
She could see him tense up, and she felt herself trembling and blushing. She just moved nearer, and they were right under the mistletoe. She could feel his breath on her body.
No. She was much too close. She found herself leaning onto his body. Harry looked shocked and all he could do was to hold her in his arms. That moment Cho knew that this was what she wanted.
"I really like you, Harry." Now where did this come from? She was blushing beet red.
Harry leaned closer, trembling with excitement, she could tell. He leaned forward and kissed her on the cheek. She blushed, her heart racing.
"Cho...I really like you too." he said gently and softly. Then Cho leaned, tiptoeing slightly, and kissed him right on the lips. She could taste the Chocolate Frog he ate just now. Harry was now embracing her tightly and she was gasping. She did not break the kiss. They stood there, for a few silent minutes. Cho closed her eyes and rested her head on Harry. It was total bliss. Harry backed away for a second, then came closer and gave Cho a good night kiss.
"Good night..." he said, brushing the stray tears on Cho's cheeks. She kissed him back.
"G'night." Cho stammered. She couldn't believe it. She had just kissed him. But she felt that Cedric would not be pleased. She cried softly as Harry left, slumping on the cushions.
"Er, Michael, can I speak to you?" Cho asked.
"Sure." Michael Corner looked thoroughly surprised.
Cho led him to a small corner, lit by flickering candles, the wind howling. Her hair whipped around fiercely, lashing at her face. Michael waited for her to speak.
"Can you be my pretend boyfriend?" she asked, trying to hold her think black mane back.
Michael shot her a puzzled and hurt look. His dark hair was flying all over, messy, and reminded her of one person.
Harry Potter. The name sent a shiver down her spine and all of a sudden tears started welling in her eyes. His hair. How she missed him. But she did not dare say.
"Okay..." Michael said, unsurely. "Why?"
"I need someone to hold my hand." Cho said, teary-eyed, I need someone to remind me of Harry.
"I have to go now." Michael said gently. He leaned over and kissed Cho, and at first she thought he was just playing, but it felt so nice on her cheek. It reminded her of she and Harry kissing under the mistletoe. She pushed him away, she couldn't help it, she ran down the dimly-lit corridor as fast as she could, she was running away from reality, she did not look back.
Sorry, Harry, I didn't mean to blow up that day...