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Chapter five: Overheard Rumors
"I really like you Harry," Cho felt her feet carrying her across the room, her warm tears trickling down her face. His beautiful green eyes staring affright as she approaching. She was now inched away from his face, his eyes crossing staring down at her freckled nose. She slowly drew her lips together, now only moments away from feeling his. A sudden fire erupted in her chest, and the room around them was a blaze.
A cold hiss filtered through the room as the fire smoldered out in front of her eyes. She soared above the ground, letting those sweet notes creep from her throat, hoping to ease the tension in the young boy below. She sped towards the ceiling as the great serpent awoke from his demented sleep.
"You've got to help him, he'll be killed," she told herself.
She did what was in her nature, she allowed her wings to carry her towards the great beast, and she jabbed violently at his cold yellow eyes. It was all she could do, it was up to him now. She watched for afar as the great serpent jabbed his venomous fang deep into the young boys arm. She inwardly smiled because she knew her tears could save him.
"Cho, get up we're going to be late for class," Marietta said hatefully as she shook Cho awake.
"I'm getting up," Cho said as she rubbed her drooping eyes. Another forgotten dream, had come and gone. She bit her lip feeling her racing heart in her chest.
"Why can't I remember," she said to herself.
"Remember what?" Marietta said as she stared at Cho.
"My dreams," she explained.
Mareitta rolled her eyes and turned to leave the dorm. Cho let her fingers dance across her small necklace once again; her dreams had been getting worse. She couldn't remember them, but the emotions she felt when she awoke were so intense. Cho quickly gathered her things and pulled herself together, she felt less than perfect, but today she didn't seem to care.
"It's just this seventh year stress," she tried to convince herself as she tore down the corridor towards her first class.
Cho always felt so much better after her first class, all the mysterious about her dreams seemed to pass as her head felt full of charms and spells. When Professor Sprout let them out of class ten whole minuets early, Cho felt the weight of her term binding down on her. She had a full hour until her next class, and without thinking she let her feet carry her in the direction of the library.
It didn't take her long to get comfortable in her favorite seat, the big blue chair behind the middle bookcase. She always felt so safe there; it was well out of view from people entering the library. Cho had no soon opened her magical history book when she head two familiar voices taking a rest on the seats just opposite the bookcase shielding her.
"So why were you and Cho holding hands then?" Ron Weasley asked teasingly.
"We weren't holding hands," Harry spat.
"That isn't what I heard," Ron egged on.
Harry let out a frustrated sigh, "Malfoy was bugging her, so I lent her a hand, I would have done the same for anybody."
Ron tried to sneak a chocolate frog into his mouth, "she quite pretty ya know."
He chewed up his candy a bit then continued, "but a bit of whiner, don't you agree?"
"Trust me, you have no idea how annoying her crying can be," Harry said as the two boy broke into a fit of laughter.
"A whiner?" Cho thought to herself, "how dare he."
"So, you don't fancy her anymore than?" Ron asked casually.
"No, how many times do I have to tell you, I don't care if I never saw her again," Harry said obviously annoyed.
Ron held up his hands in peace, "Geeze mate, it was only a question."
"So, did you read the paper this morning?" Ron lowered his voice, causing Cho to have to lean towards the bookshelf to hear what he was saying.
Harry rolled his eyes, he didn't seem to be much keener not his subject, "their still saying Sirius is," Harry stopped and lowered his head, "was a deadeater."
"Don't worry, I mean, I'm sure when it is all said and done, his name will be cleared," Ron tried.
Harry gritted his teeth at the thought, "I hate the ministry, Sirius Black was a hero."
Cho threw her hand over her mouth did she hear correctly? Sirius Black?
"I'm sorry mate," Ron tired to console, he was pretty pathetic at it.
Harry looked away and tried to focus on something on the opposite side of the room.
"Hogmeade trip is coming up," Ron tried to change the subject.
"Yea, I guess it is," Harry flatly.
Ron threw another chocolate frog into his mouth, "so I guess you, me and Hermione again."
"Well," Harry started, "I told Pavarti Patril that I'd meet up with her there, she wants to discuss the upcoming Quidditch match."
"Bloody hell Harry, how come you always get the good looking girls?" Ron asked amazed.
"I don't," Harry said suddenly, "it isn't a date or anything."
Cho was leaning far into the bookcase, desperate for every single word. She didn't even see it coming. "Hey Cho," said a pleasantly clueless Padma Patril.
Cho nearly jumped out of her skin as she turned around to face her fellow Ravenclaw. She quickly turned her head back towards the bookshelf, and noticed the sudden silence from the other side.
"Everything okay?" Padma asked concerned.
"Yes, I just got here a second ago, I needed to get some studying done," Cho said slightly louder than her typically voice.
Padma plopped down on the bench next to Cho chair, "so, how is your day going?"
Cho narrowed her eyes and bit her bottom lip, "not bad, I mean I don't want to whine about it or anything."
Padma looked a bit confused, "I never said you were whining about it."
"Well, I just know some people in this school think I'm just a pretty face, but I whine too much," Cho said coldly.
"You shouldn't listen to people," Padma said still not catching on.
Cho finally stood up and actually yelled at the bookcase, "I'M SORRY IF I ANNOYED ANYBODY WHO DOESN'T CARE IF HE EVER SEES ME AGAIN!"
She wasn't sure what had made her so mad, and normally the amazed look from Padma would have caused her to blush feverishly. She stood there a moment, waiting for a reaction, any reaction. When she didn't hear Harry or Ron say anything she clinched her fist at her side, flung her bag over her shoulder and stormed towards the door.
She felt Harry's eyes finally catch sight of her, and she shot him a dreadfully cold look.
"Cho, wait," Harry made a move to stop her, "you shouldn't have heard that."
"Damn right I shouldn't have, I hate to have to wonder what the famous Harry Potter is saying about me behind my back!" she spat.
"I didn't mean," Harry started.
"Than what did you mean?" Cho reared.
The entire library watched in awe as the quite sweet Cho put the famous Harry Potter in his place. Even the annoyed librarian seemed speechless.
"I am so sorry I bothered you the other day, next time don't bother helping me out. I'd rather not have someone talking behind my back calling me a whiner," Cho finished.
She turned to the door then suddenly stopped, "and I wasn't holding his hand!" she spat in Ron's direction.
Harry stared at her in a daze for a minuet then decided to press his luck a bit further.
"I was wrong, I should have said those things," Harry chased after her.
"Those things?" Cho questioned coldly.
"I shouldn't have called you a whiner," Harry tried.
Cho shook her head, "well, I mean why not, if that is what you think about me. I must whine a lot if you don't care to ever see my ugly mug again!"
"Cho, your not ugly," Harry offered.
Cho smiled hatefully, "oh, that's right I'm just pretty face. I obviously have no other decent qualities!"
"Cho, I don't want you to leave like this," Harry insisted, now daring to touch her arm in hopes of slowing her down.
"Don't touch me," she snapped as she stopped sharply and pulled away from his touch.
Harry bottom lip quivered as he looked like he was about to say something.
"What? Do you think I'm going to confess my feeling for you again? Do you think I'm going to bat my girly eyes and say oh Harry I like you so much," she mocked.
"No," Harry said offensively.
"They why chase after me?" Cho questioned.
"I didn't mean to hurt your feelings?" Harry said quickly.
Cho let out a slight laugh, "since when have you ever cared about my feelings?"
Harry didn't answer. Cho let her eyes wander to his lowered face, "that's what I thought."
She started to walk off again.
"Please, can you let me explain," Harry demanded as he finally lifted his eyes from his shoes.
Cho didn't want to look at him, but she did and those powerful green eyes pierced her soul. She felt a warm sensation burning against her bare chest. The room seemed to become foggy, and her breathing grew heavy in the thick air. It was a spectacular feeling that was sweeping over her, like gliding in the air on a broomstick. She felt so happy, so at ease.
Then it hit her, what she was doing, why she felt so light at that moment. She pulled back to the astonished face of Harry Potter and her hand covered her crimson face.
"I'm sorry," she muttered before running off down the corridor. The collection on onlookers pointing and clapping at the show Cho and Harry had just given them.
"Bloody hell, I can't believe she did that," she heard Ron Weasley jeer as she disappeared into the darkness of the castle.
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Chapter five: Overheard Rumors
"I really like you Harry," Cho felt her feet carrying her across the room, her warm tears trickling down her face. His beautiful green eyes staring affright as she approaching. She was now inched away from his face, his eyes crossing staring down at her freckled nose. She slowly drew her lips together, now only moments away from feeling his. A sudden fire erupted in her chest, and the room around them was a blaze.
A cold hiss filtered through the room as the fire smoldered out in front of her eyes. She soared above the ground, letting those sweet notes creep from her throat, hoping to ease the tension in the young boy below. She sped towards the ceiling as the great serpent awoke from his demented sleep.
"You've got to help him, he'll be killed," she told herself.
She did what was in her nature, she allowed her wings to carry her towards the great beast, and she jabbed violently at his cold yellow eyes. It was all she could do, it was up to him now. She watched for afar as the great serpent jabbed his venomous fang deep into the young boys arm. She inwardly smiled because she knew her tears could save him.
"Cho, get up we're going to be late for class," Marietta said hatefully as she shook Cho awake.
"I'm getting up," Cho said as she rubbed her drooping eyes. Another forgotten dream, had come and gone. She bit her lip feeling her racing heart in her chest.
"Why can't I remember," she said to herself.
"Remember what?" Marietta said as she stared at Cho.
"My dreams," she explained.
Mareitta rolled her eyes and turned to leave the dorm. Cho let her fingers dance across her small necklace once again; her dreams had been getting worse. She couldn't remember them, but the emotions she felt when she awoke were so intense. Cho quickly gathered her things and pulled herself together, she felt less than perfect, but today she didn't seem to care.
"It's just this seventh year stress," she tried to convince herself as she tore down the corridor towards her first class.
Cho always felt so much better after her first class, all the mysterious about her dreams seemed to pass as her head felt full of charms and spells. When Professor Sprout let them out of class ten whole minuets early, Cho felt the weight of her term binding down on her. She had a full hour until her next class, and without thinking she let her feet carry her in the direction of the library.
It didn't take her long to get comfortable in her favorite seat, the big blue chair behind the middle bookcase. She always felt so safe there; it was well out of view from people entering the library. Cho had no soon opened her magical history book when she head two familiar voices taking a rest on the seats just opposite the bookcase shielding her.
"So why were you and Cho holding hands then?" Ron Weasley asked teasingly.
"We weren't holding hands," Harry spat.
"That isn't what I heard," Ron egged on.
Harry let out a frustrated sigh, "Malfoy was bugging her, so I lent her a hand, I would have done the same for anybody."
Ron tried to sneak a chocolate frog into his mouth, "she quite pretty ya know."
He chewed up his candy a bit then continued, "but a bit of whiner, don't you agree?"
"Trust me, you have no idea how annoying her crying can be," Harry said as the two boy broke into a fit of laughter.
"A whiner?" Cho thought to herself, "how dare he."
"So, you don't fancy her anymore than?" Ron asked casually.
"No, how many times do I have to tell you, I don't care if I never saw her again," Harry said obviously annoyed.
Ron held up his hands in peace, "Geeze mate, it was only a question."
"So, did you read the paper this morning?" Ron lowered his voice, causing Cho to have to lean towards the bookshelf to hear what he was saying.
Harry rolled his eyes, he didn't seem to be much keener not his subject, "their still saying Sirius is," Harry stopped and lowered his head, "was a deadeater."
"Don't worry, I mean, I'm sure when it is all said and done, his name will be cleared," Ron tried.
Harry gritted his teeth at the thought, "I hate the ministry, Sirius Black was a hero."
Cho threw her hand over her mouth did she hear correctly? Sirius Black?
"I'm sorry mate," Ron tired to console, he was pretty pathetic at it.
Harry looked away and tried to focus on something on the opposite side of the room.
"Hogmeade trip is coming up," Ron tried to change the subject.
"Yea, I guess it is," Harry flatly.
Ron threw another chocolate frog into his mouth, "so I guess you, me and Hermione again."
"Well," Harry started, "I told Pavarti Patril that I'd meet up with her there, she wants to discuss the upcoming Quidditch match."
"Bloody hell Harry, how come you always get the good looking girls?" Ron asked amazed.
"I don't," Harry said suddenly, "it isn't a date or anything."
Cho was leaning far into the bookcase, desperate for every single word. She didn't even see it coming. "Hey Cho," said a pleasantly clueless Padma Patril.
Cho nearly jumped out of her skin as she turned around to face her fellow Ravenclaw. She quickly turned her head back towards the bookshelf, and noticed the sudden silence from the other side.
"Everything okay?" Padma asked concerned.
"Yes, I just got here a second ago, I needed to get some studying done," Cho said slightly louder than her typically voice.
Padma plopped down on the bench next to Cho chair, "so, how is your day going?"
Cho narrowed her eyes and bit her bottom lip, "not bad, I mean I don't want to whine about it or anything."
Padma looked a bit confused, "I never said you were whining about it."
"Well, I just know some people in this school think I'm just a pretty face, but I whine too much," Cho said coldly.
"You shouldn't listen to people," Padma said still not catching on.
Cho finally stood up and actually yelled at the bookcase, "I'M SORRY IF I ANNOYED ANYBODY WHO DOESN'T CARE IF HE EVER SEES ME AGAIN!"
She wasn't sure what had made her so mad, and normally the amazed look from Padma would have caused her to blush feverishly. She stood there a moment, waiting for a reaction, any reaction. When she didn't hear Harry or Ron say anything she clinched her fist at her side, flung her bag over her shoulder and stormed towards the door.
She felt Harry's eyes finally catch sight of her, and she shot him a dreadfully cold look.
"Cho, wait," Harry made a move to stop her, "you shouldn't have heard that."
"Damn right I shouldn't have, I hate to have to wonder what the famous Harry Potter is saying about me behind my back!" she spat.
"I didn't mean," Harry started.
"Than what did you mean?" Cho reared.
The entire library watched in awe as the quite sweet Cho put the famous Harry Potter in his place. Even the annoyed librarian seemed speechless.
"I am so sorry I bothered you the other day, next time don't bother helping me out. I'd rather not have someone talking behind my back calling me a whiner," Cho finished.
She turned to the door then suddenly stopped, "and I wasn't holding his hand!" she spat in Ron's direction.
Harry stared at her in a daze for a minuet then decided to press his luck a bit further.
"I was wrong, I should have said those things," Harry chased after her.
"Those things?" Cho questioned coldly.
"I shouldn't have called you a whiner," Harry tried.
Cho shook her head, "well, I mean why not, if that is what you think about me. I must whine a lot if you don't care to ever see my ugly mug again!"
"Cho, your not ugly," Harry offered.
Cho smiled hatefully, "oh, that's right I'm just pretty face. I obviously have no other decent qualities!"
"Cho, I don't want you to leave like this," Harry insisted, now daring to touch her arm in hopes of slowing her down.
"Don't touch me," she snapped as she stopped sharply and pulled away from his touch.
Harry bottom lip quivered as he looked like he was about to say something.
"What? Do you think I'm going to confess my feeling for you again? Do you think I'm going to bat my girly eyes and say oh Harry I like you so much," she mocked.
"No," Harry said offensively.
"They why chase after me?" Cho questioned.
"I didn't mean to hurt your feelings?" Harry said quickly.
Cho let out a slight laugh, "since when have you ever cared about my feelings?"
Harry didn't answer. Cho let her eyes wander to his lowered face, "that's what I thought."
She started to walk off again.
"Please, can you let me explain," Harry demanded as he finally lifted his eyes from his shoes.
Cho didn't want to look at him, but she did and those powerful green eyes pierced her soul. She felt a warm sensation burning against her bare chest. The room seemed to become foggy, and her breathing grew heavy in the thick air. It was a spectacular feeling that was sweeping over her, like gliding in the air on a broomstick. She felt so happy, so at ease.
Then it hit her, what she was doing, why she felt so light at that moment. She pulled back to the astonished face of Harry Potter and her hand covered her crimson face.
"I'm sorry," she muttered before running off down the corridor. The collection on onlookers pointing and clapping at the show Cho and Harry had just given them.
"Bloody hell, I can't believe she did that," she heard Ron Weasley jeer as she disappeared into the darkness of the castle.