Author's Note: Ok, I've re-done this chapter to make it much longer and interesting. The rating has also been upped, since this chapter contains 'adult themes'. I'm REALLY sorry about taking so long to put up the next chapter. As a very supportive anonymous reader pointed out, I haven't updated since JUNE. I know, very slack of me. But I've been working on my webpage instead. So without further ado, here is the new and improved fifth chapter. We hope you enjoy the show.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything Harry Potterish but the new character Jill and all Cho's friends. Plus the new attractions at Hogsmeade. And of course the plot.

A Chance with Cho

A week had passed and still Hermione was fretting about the escape of Rita Skeeter. No-one had seen hide nor hair of the rainbow beetle, and poor Hermione was expecting the worst. Meanwhile, Harry was having a very pleasant first few weeks, spending every possible 'post-Hermione study time' now with Cho, so Hermione had resorted back to solo studying. Through their regular conversations, Harry had found out that Cho was an only child, wanted to be a stock marketer on professional Quidditch, and hated Chinese food. Cho helped Harry ace his Charms assignment and in return he lent her his Firebolt. All this while Hermione looked on in suspicion.

It was a wet and blustery Friday afternoon at Hogwarts and once again, Harry and Cho were down in the far end of the library, the warmest place they could go together. Hermione had felt the cold touch of insignificance earlier on in the afternoon, and long ago had gone to join Ron in the Gryffindor commonroom. Harry barely noticed her leave, as he was pouring over the history of love potions with Cho.

"It says here that medieval noblewomen who were not suspected of being witches often used love potions in building the success of their arranged marriages." Cho read. "Those experienced in this area would also use memory spells to clear their husbands' minds of the wife's disobediences." 

"Gee, I could use some of that for when I get back to the Dursleys," Harry joked.

"Yeah, and the teachers could do with a fair amount too. Memory charms, that is."

"Well I certainly wouldn't be giving Snape any love potion!" They laughed, then caught each other's eye. There was a faint murmur of studious voices in the next area, but it did not distract them. Slowly, Cho brought her hands up to Harry's face, and carefully slid off his glasses.

"You know, you'd look even better if you got contacts," Cho examined Harry glassesless. His magnificent green eyes stood out with the contrasting black hair fallen over his left eye. 

This flattered Harry, though he picked them up from the table and put them back on, saying, "But all the better to see you with. They've been in front of me for as long as I can remember."

"But they'd get in the way with Quidditch, and ……yeah, just Quidditch," Cho said smoothly, obvious to all but Harry that she was thinking something else. (A/N: all is not all people in the library, no-one is eavesdropping!)

"That reminds me, what's happening this weekend?" Harry asked suddenly.

"Well, we all leave for Hogsmeade tomorrow morning at eight-thirty, and we should be back by nine that night. Are your friends going too?"

Harry thought a moment. "I don't think so. Ron said something about helping his brothers blow up the prefects' toilets, and Hermione's probably studying."

"Ok then. It's just us two. My friends are going to see the Great Merlini Circus tomorrow, and I was too late in booking seats."

"Oh well. We'll have more fun."

"Sure will." Cho glanced around and noticed people starting to leave. "We should probably pack up now."

So they gathered their books, returned the history book back to the shelf, and headed to their different house commonrooms.

When Harry emerged from the large hole in the wall, he could see Ron and Hermione battling it out over a game of Wizards' chess. ("Why isn't it witches' chess?" wonders Hermione) He walked over to them, and without looking up from her distraught battlefield, Hermione said, "So you're going with Cho tomorrow, is that right?"

"Yes," Harry answered simply. He plonked down onto the couch, and grabbed a red pillow, hugging it to himself. The common-room was fairly crowded tonight, so he was lucky to even get a red pillow. Lavendar, Jill and Parvati were lying on the carpeted floor, going through a quiz in a Witch Weekly magazine that contained quite a bit of humour, because they were laughing every now and then at the page.

Harry glanced back at the chess game between Ron and Hermione. The only noise they made was the occasional shatter of the pieces as they were dragged off the edge of the board. Harry noticed a little tension hanging between him and his friends, but rather than confront them about it, he decided he would go to bed, which took up far less energy.

"I think I'll go to bed," Harry told them as he left the couch.

"Night," Ron replied. "And have a nice day tomorrow. We won't see you before you leave."

"Harry," Hermione called, making him turn. "Just be careful," she said gently.

As Harry climbed the stairs to his dormitory, he wondered why Hermione didn't trust Cho. He was a little annoyed at his friend's unnecessary warnings, and was now determined to prove her wrong.

We'll have a lovely day, Harry reassured himself. I'll buy Cho lunch and she'll introduce me to her friends. We can visit Parabella Point and have a picnic, just the two of us. With these pleasant thoughts of tomorrow, the young wizard drifted calmly off to sleep.

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Harry awoke to the first rays of morning light creeping through his window. He spent not another moment lying in bed, but dressed straight away, carefully picking out his cleanest collared shirt and smart black jacket. He dug out twenty galleons from his self-locking moneybox and was down in the Great Hall ready for breakfast by 8:00. Cho wasn't there yet, but Harry recognized a small group of students sitting at the Ravenclaw table as her friends. He sat down next to a blonde guy with spikey hair to be greeted with scrambled eggs and toast appearing on the table. The blonde guy turned to Harry and gave him a tough pat on the back. "Good to see you, Potter!" he said, catching Potter completely by surprise. He held out his bony hand and said, "I'm Michael. And this is Grant, Amy, Bonita and Lisa. Cho and Vicci are still getting ready." He looked smugly at Grant beside him.

Harry inspected the people introduced. Grant had shaggy brown hair and sunglasses resting on top of it all. He still looked half-asleep. Amy's streaked auburn hair was swooped up into a bun and Harry tried not to notice how low her strapped dress sat. Bonita was very different from the others. If Neville Longbottom were a girl, this is something what Harry imagined him to look like. Bonita also wore glasses and had curly brown hair to her shoulders. She gave Harry a nervous smile, and he then noticed she wore a black and yellow striped Hogwarts scarf. Lisa was one of the girls Harry often saw Cho spending a lot of time around. She had wavy blonde hair and loads of body glitter. Lisa was a very talented girl, as she had somehow managed to eat her breakfast while chewing gum the whole time.

As Harry was finishing off piling his scrambled eggs onto the toast, he heard a loud shout from a voice he knew all too well. The group turned with him to the Great Hall entrance and let out yells of greetings to the two girls coming over to the table. Cho took a seat next to Harry and Victoria followed.

"You look very nice," Harry commented casually, his eyes scanning from Cho's sleek black hair to her purple singlet top and jeans down to her shiny black boots.

"Thanks," she replied. "Are you excited about today?"

"Very," Harry told her as he covered his scrambled eggs with half the sugar in the sugar bowl.

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After breakfast, the eight of them grabbed their train tickets and left the Great Hall. As they trod along the passageway with a group of about forty other Hogwarts students, Cho talked about how they should be allowed to have take-away meals for these occasions, while Harry listening attentively. Ahead of them, Michael slipped his arm around Bonita.

"I don't get what he sees in her," Harry heard Vicci whisper to Cho. "I mean, she's in Hufflepuff, for goodness sake."

The train ride to Hogsmeade passed by very quickly. The others in Cho's group disembarked at a place called Preece Centre, where the Great Merlini Circus was performing. Harry and Cho played a game of exploding snap and managed to destroy a pillow that got in the way, sending feathers flying all around the room. Before they could clean it up, they had arrived in Hogsmeade.

The first thing on the agender was the famous sweet shop, Zonko's. They then visited the newly founded 'Audrey Marinai Aquarium', which housed many interesting sea creatures like a small two-tongued whale called the Phinnido, and broccoli-like coral that looked like it had asthma.

For lunch, they dropped into the Three Broomsticks for a cup of butterbeer and newt 'n nettle salad, which they took to Parabella Point and had a picnic. After lunch and a long discussion of cute Quidditch players from Cho's point of view, (Harry was included in her list), they perused the many isles of the huge Quidditch Department Store, looking longingly at the shiny bludgers and glistening snitches. At a small gift shop, Harry bought a box of Crackling Chocolates for Cho, who returned the favour with an intimate hug.

They had an early dinner at the Three Broomsticks, ordering a tasty meal called 'toad in the hole', and yet even more butterbeer. As it became dark, Harry and Cho lumbered over to Hag's Hill and sat and watched the fireworks coming from the showgrounds.

At half-past eight, they headed towards the station to return to Hogwarts. On the way back, Harry and Cho were in constant fits of laughter about the silliest things, like why the chicken did cross the road.

They arrived back at Hogwarts late and still high. As everyone else lumbered off to the Great Hall for a bite to eat before bed, Cho led Harry off her own way. Harry, his mind not quite clear, watched as they passed by tapestry after tapestry, statue after statue, having no idea where they were or where they were going. Suddenly Cho came to a halt outside a small door slightly hidden by a framed picture. Harry had just enough time to notice the picture was of an alert black cat with yellow eyes aglow, before Cho pulled him through the door.

The moment he had set foot inside the small bare room, Harry felt himself being pressed against the wall, and steadied himself to see Cho inches from his face. He had never seen her like this before. Her eyes were agleam with a mischievous look and her mouth was twisted into an evil grin.

She cast her eyes up to his forehead and softly but fiercely whispered, "Scar…"

"What are you doing?" Harry whispered back as she ran her fingers over it, making him shiver.

"I've looked forward to this since you walked in that day…" Cho grabbed his shoulders and pulled herself towards him.

"What day?" Harry was confused and getting nervous at the same time.

"That day," Cho murmured simply. She ran her hands down his torso and rested them on his belt. "You love me don't you?" she said, and with that, pressed her lips against Harry with such forced that he could almost feel himself sinking into the wall. He kissed her back, knowing he should be enjoying this, but something at the back of his mind was nagging him. Then it started. His scar began to tingle, as it never had before. He pulled away from Cho, who didn't really notice his opposing, as she was now roughly unbuttoning his shirt. Then an invisible blow from no-where made his scar throb, and for one moment he saw only a flash of Hermione, standing alone in sorrow. Then he was back with Cho, who had ripped his shirt open and was staring at his muscular chest as if she'd discovered a long-lost treasure.

"Now that's what I was looking for," she murmured. Then, slipping her prying hands lower, she raised her head and whispered, Now you're worth it."

"I think you've had a bit too much butterbeer," Harry said, regaining some more of his consciousness, and gently pushing Cho away.

"You know you want to," she replied with an evil look, reaching for his belt again. "And so do I. To be first to do it with the famous Harry Potter, how perfect…"

"What?" Harry gasped, "You just want this for fame? You don't really love me?"

"Love…." Cho chuckled, as she attempted to discover even more 'treasure'. But before she could dig too deep, Harry, hurt and taken back, broke away from her hungry grasp, replied "Then forget it," and ran blindly out of the dark room.

The young wizard stumbled along the corridors, clumsily buttoning his shirt and looking around helplessly. Tonight the whole castle seemed to be wary of him, as if it knew what had just happened. Harry turned corner after unknown corner, until finally he recognized the boys' bathroom. He dragged his feet inside and splashed water on his face, attempting to refresh himself. From the bathroom, Harry could find his way to the common-room, but still with more difficulty than usual. He barely mumbled the password and stumbled inside. It was dark and totally quiet. Harry lay down on a couch near the red-ash fire, and although he had meant to lie for only a minute, ended up drifting off to a light and uneasy sleep.

Author's Note: Well, what do you think of darling Cho now? Hope you enjoyed this chapter. I'm off to bed. Signing off: Witch of the Snitch  

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