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Chapter Three

Cho walked to the Great Hall for breakfast, alone. She felt like she needed some time on her own to herself - clear her mind and away from her friends' "soothing" sympathy. Her busy schedule and tutoring sessions were hectic. Especially the tutoring for Draco was already pure madness.

She couldn't stand Draco's cooperation, his complaints, his imprudent questions, and her constant bickering towards him to get his attention. He was acting like he was 10 years old.

She walk towards the Hall with a frown on her face, until she saw the familiar jet blacked hair and those breathtaking green eyes that were hidden behind his spectacles. Her cheeks suddenly turned pink when they locked eyes for a moment. She gave him a smile, which, in her relief, smiled back. He slowly turned away to go in the Great Hall with his two best friends. Cho's smile quickly turned back to a frown when he left inside. He could've stayed behind and walked with her inside, or talked to her for a minute, or mouthed out a hi. That would have made Cho's day - but nothing seem to.

She sat with her friends in the Ravenclaw table, who gave them a small hi. She took a big bite of her toast.

"Cho!"

Cho bit her tongue when she heard the familiar voice. She gradually turned to see her Quidditch Captain coming.

"Hey Cho!" Roger Davies sat down next to her and helped himself with some toast.

"Hi Roger," said Cho, with a mouthful of bread. "What's up?"

"Oh, just letting you know that Quidditch practice is coming quite early."

"How early is 'quite early'?"
"We start tomorrow. I want everyone to be there by four."

Cho nearly choked and coughed.

"Four!"

"Yes four. And no later."

"But… I have to tutor someone then."

"Well, then I suggest you need to change the time."

"But Professor Sprout...agh! I can't! Can't be around 5:30 or 6?"

"No can do. Gryffindor already signed up for the pitch in six, Slytherin, obviously who always gets what they want, has 2:45, and Hufflepuff, who I feel bad for them, has eight. It was a first come first serve deal. It was a good thing I heard about it before anyone did. Well, except the Slytherin." He turned to give the Slytherin table a horribly glare and looked back at Cho. She slowly took another big bite of her toast and starred at her Roger like he was transparent.

"Ioho bab bime aor phat."

"Cho, you know better to talk with your mouth full," Roger said as he laughed.

She swallowed quickly, "I don't have time to do that."

"Look, we don't have much of a choice. We need enough practice to win the Quidditch cup. We don't want," he pause and looked at the Gryffindor table, "them… to win again, now do we?" He looked back at Cho, who was looking at the Gryffindor table also. "It's our last year, Cho. Us, 7th years Ravenclaw, want this year to be the best year we ever have. Winning the Quidditch Cup will mean so much to me…uh… I mean, us."

Cho looked at him and sighed. "Fine, I'll see what I can do. I'll… try…"

"No. I don't want my teammate to 'try.' How about a 'will?'" He stood up and brushed off the crumbs off his pants.

"Fine. I will be there."

"Good. Now we don't want whatever happened last year to happen again, right?"

Cho grimace at the memory of last year. She gave him a nod.

"Right?"

"Yes, sir. Captain, sir!" Cho gave him a smile and a salute. Roger smiled and took an apple off the table and walked away. Her smile faded as Roger left.

Cho placed her hand under her chin and groaned. Homework, studying (especially for the N.E.W.T that was coming), being Head Girl, tutoring, and Quidditch practice was too much of a load for Cho. A wave of fatigue washed over her. Even just thinking about it made her exhausted.

"Cho, your elbow is on the table. Don't you know it's rude," said Marietta.

"Shut up."

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Cho walked to Professor Sprout's classroom to discuss Malfoy's tutoring so she can practice her Quidditch. She walked in to find Professor Sprout writing behind her desk. Cho coughed to get the Professor's attention. It reminded her of that horrible git Umbridge.

"Oh! Miss Chang! What brings you here?" said Professor Sprout as she finished writing her last sentence. "Ah, yes. I told your Head of House, Professor Flitwick, how much help you are. He said he will be giving you extra bonus points. He seemed very pleased."

"Uh…" was all Cho said. She walked in front of her desk and Professor Sprout, with a wave of wand, conjured a chair for Cho.

Professor Sprout sighed and she took out another parchment paper. "Just a moment, Miss Chang. Please sit. I need to write a letter to these parents informing them that their children will be in the Hospital Wing for sometime."
"Oh… what happened?"
"Apparently, they 'accidentally' over watered their plant that I assigned you students to do," she scribbled frantically in her parchment. She gave a humph and said, "These children never listen. And look what happened to them… got themselves hurt. These eight students, I'm afraid."

Cho waited impatiently for the Herbology teacher to finish. She realized that she forgotten to water her plant that was in her dormitory.

"So, what is it that you want to talk about," as Professor Sprout looked up at Cho and closed the letters in an envelope.

"Well, I was wondering if you could have a different tutor for Malfoy," Cho began. "Its because I have Quidditch practice at the same time as the tutor session, and my team is counting on me to be there. I was hoping you find someone else to do it."

"I, well, I need to think about this. It's very difficult to find a suitable tutor for Mr. Malfoy."
"How about Hermione Granger," she said her name quite bitterly, but continued, "She's bright enough-"
"I'm afraid that won't do."
"Why not?" Cho asked coldly.

"Of course, you know how Mr. Malfoy is. Being a Slytherin and all. They have long history against Muggle-borns," Professor Sprout shook her head apprehensively. "It would be horrible to see Miss Granger and Mr. Malfoy in the same room together. You'll never know - probably might let one of my plants tackle her."
Cho mumble something that sounded like, "I wouldn't mind."

"Miss Chang, please do understand…"
"If you can't find a tutor, then can you at least postpone the time. Move it to seven?"

"I have things to do in that classroom by seven."

"But…but…"

Professor Sprout could see the pleading look of Cho's face and sighed. "Ok. Miss Chang. I'll see what I can do. I can change the time to seven and find another classroom for you. Soon."

"By tomorrow?"

Professor Sprout laughed heartily and shook her head. "No, Miss Chang. Not that soon."

"Alright," Cho stood up, ready to leave. She bid her teacher a thank you and a good-bye and left. How long is "soon?" Practice is tomorrow and what is she going to tell her Captain? She good hear him say, "I thought you said you 'will' be here?" or "I counted on you, Cho!" or "You are no loyal teammate." Cho groaned at the thought of it.

A/N: Thanks for your reviews. I apologize if this chapter seems boring. I know you guys what some Cho and Draco action, but the next chapter there will be. ^.^