She woke up. She brushed her hair away, yawned and lay back. Her cheeks were still wet and tear-stained. It was an unusually rainy summer. Down on the street she saw several figures walking in the drifting rain. The street was covered in clear puddles and gentle rain was splashing on the sidewalk, softly, quietly.

There was nothing to do. Cho had finished all her homework in school during the weekend and before-break holiday. Her brown trunk lay at the doorway, its rusty clasps glinting faintly. The lamp had gone out and the fire was crackling weakly in the darkness. Tweak was perched on the stand on the low table which was partly covered with supplementary textbooks flipped open.

Below she saw the wizards and witches moving very fast and appeared blurred. It was still very early, about eight in the morning. And she was already feeling bored.

She went to the calendar at the corner of the mantelpiece, which was opened to December the year before. She flicked her wand and the hard pages turned to July and August.

On one of the calendar squares, she had scribbled Harry's birthday in black ink. His birthday was near one month away, at the beginning of August.

Tears welled up in Cho's eyes which were hurting terribly.

She flicked her wand again and the calendar shut itself. Sighing, she flopped onto her bed. She lay back down as she cried softly.

*

The clock showed twelve o' clock. Time for lunch. Cho wiped her teary eyes dry and changed into clean clothes. Then she went down the rickety, torch-lit stairs, down into the heart of Diagon Alley.

Diagon Alley was bustling with life. Wizards and witches of all ages were rushing about. Sometimes the doors of shops opened and shut swiftly with a slight bang. Everything was happening so fast.

Cho grabbed a sandwich which she bought from a roadside stall. She didn't have much appetite anyway. Heart still thumping, she ate the sandwich slowly. Somehow she knew something was going to happen. Eyes darting about, she kept a close watch of what was going around.

She saw a tall, lanky boy who was very handsome, with an escort team of wizards. He had brilliant green eyes and a pair of deep brown glasses perched on his nose.

Cho's heart was thumping fast and almost jumped out of her mouth. She wanted to jump up and call Harry. But she could not.

Harry's gaze and her gaze locked. There was a sad, melancholy look in his eyes. Cho could've swore she saw a tear slip. He was too far away.

Finally Cho stood up and wove her way through the crowd. Her legs brought her to Harry like what they did in Christmas.

"Hello," Cho said squeakily. She knitted her hands together and looked down.

"Hi." Harry replied softly.

"Hey, Harry," Moody called. "we're getting some food. Come meet us at the bookshop at two thirty later!" He winked at Cho and left with the others.

Cho blushed deep red. "So...you're here to get books?"

"Yeah, what about you?" Harry asked stiffly.

"I live here." Cho replied carefully, tilting her head to look at Harry.

He was gazing intently at her with a wry smile on his face. "So, we have two and a half hours to spend, where do you wanna go?"

"Anywhere." Cho grinned. As long as I'm with you.

Harry said, "Then let's go to the fountain then."

"Okay." Cho and Harry walked towards the fountain. It was pearly white, with a tall unicorn stallion statue in the middle. Water was spouting out from his horn. He was simply beautiful.

Cho fished out a coin from her pocket and threw it into the middle of the fountain pond. It was a bottomless pond. She watched the Sickle sink deeper and deeper into the abyss. I wish that I could be with Harry forever and ever.

"What did you wish for?" Harry asked, slightly amused.

"I can't tell you, or else it won't come true."

"Then tell me when it really comes true."

"I doubt it will, anyway," Cho said in a small voice. Suddenly she was crying all over.

Harry patted her shoulder. "What happened, Cho?"

"Nothing." She brushed away her tears and forced a smile.

Harry smiled back and they went down the street. They got two ice cream cones and ate them while they walked.

"Can I ask you something, Harry?"

Harry was surprised. "Sure, what is it?"

"Do you really have no more feelings for me?"

Harry looked stumped. "Er..yeah...I guess."

Cho stood rooted, unable to say anything. They just stood there, staring at each other. She couldn't believe it. She willed herself not to cry, at least not cry in front of him.

"Sorry." Harry said in a small, unsure voice. He was blushing and shuffling his feet uneasily on the cobblestone pavement. His jet black hair shaded his green eyes as he turned around.

"It's okay." Cho stuttered as she followed him.

"Because you won't like me. It isn't possible between us." Harry told her.

Tell him the truth! But Cho didn't. She walked after him silently.

She couldn't bring herself to tell him.

"I really have to go now. But be sure to owl-mail me." Harry told Cho and waved slightly.

"Bye." Cho said coldly with a small wave.

After he walked away, Cho slipped back to her apartment and locked the door. Only then did she cry all over. The dark set in as she cried. She did not know how long she had been crying. Nothing mattered now.

She grabbed her quill and parchment and quickly wrote a letter. She did not know what she wrote. She let her heart take over and blind her. Tears flew about as she wrote furiously and quickly, some smudging the parchment. Her vision was fogged, but her hand danced on the roll of brown paper.

"Tweak, come here." she called hoarsely. Tweak flew to Cho and she tied the roll to Tweak's leg.

"Harry Potter." she said clearly. After that she broke down and lay down. Tweak's wings fluttered and she took off into the dusk.