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Chapter six: Girl Talk

Cho face had become a permanent shade of dark pink. She heard the chatter in the hallways, the finger pointing in the Great Hall and the taunts from each and every Slytherin she came across. How could she have done what she did, why did she do it?

At first she thought it was a bad dream, she thought she could just pretend it never happened, but news (especially news this good) travels fast in the halls of Hogwarts. It seemed her fellow students were talking about her encounter with Potter even before she got to her next class. She had run as fast as her legs would carry her, hoping no one had seen, but those terrible words of Ron Weasley were ringing in her ear, "Bloody hell, I can't believe she did that."

"Look it's the Potter kisser," taunted Pansy Parkinson as she passed Cho in the hallways between classes.

Cho shot her a cold glare as she passed her by. "Just ignore her," said Padma Patril as she gave her an understanding look.

To top off all of Cho's problems, her dreams had been getting worse. Now she was waking up in cold sweats and screaming in her sleep. She had gotten use to the dramatic temperature change that her necklace causes, but she luckily hadn't had any more incidents where she did something or said something unexpected.

Her boyfriend, Michael Corner, hadn't exactly been ecstatic about her kissing Harry Potter in front of the entire school, they hadn't broken up, but they weren't exactly together. Then there was the subject of Harry Potter himself; she hadn't been able to face him, although he had tried to talk to her on several occasions.

"Cho? Your in a daze again," Padma said poking her fellow Ravenclaw in the side as she walked passed her classroom.

"Oh," Cho said startled, "I don't know what's wrong with me here lately." Padma passed her a sympatric smile as she continued on down the hallway.

Cho tried to smile back, but she wasn't in the mood to smile. In fact, she hadn't been in the mood to smile all year. She took her seat and waited for class to start.

"That is all my life is, waiting," she thought miserably to herself.

Professor McGonagall started the transfigure lesson, completely unaware of the transformation that was happening right in front of her eyes. Cho looked down at her textbook, but she wasn't reading the pages, she had too many thoughts in her head to add to them at his particular moment.

The rest of the day went about the same for Cho, she tried her best to ignore the Slytherins and the pointing younger students as she walked to and from class. At the end of her grueling day, she headed to the library. Whoever said that the seventh year was the most difficult wasn't kidding.

She had found a new spot to study, since her old studying spot was tainted. Cho sighed as she pulled opened her bag. She didn't mind studying really; she was a Ravenclaw after all. It was just her choices of studying location that made her sigh. She couldn't go the Ravenclaw common room in fear she would run into Michael, and she hated coming to the library after what happened with her and Harry.

"The Salem Republic of Witches and Wizards was founded in 1809 by Alavastor Witchgood," she read aloud to herself. She had a big Magical History test that upcoming Monday.

When she lifted her eyes from her text she saw Potter and his gang slowly making their way to the routine table. She turned her eyes quickly, hoping to go unnoticed.

"Harry, look who's over there?" Ron jeered.

Cho jumped quickly and stared over at the group, "why are they talking so loudly?" she thought to herself.

"Ron, just shut-up already. Why are you such an insensitive git?" Hermione hissed.

Cho was a good 50 feet away from them, but she could hear them as clearly as if she was standing next to them. She unknowingly fingered the small bird dangling from her small neck. It was warm to the touch, and with every stroke it grew warmer. She slowly felt her eyes closing, as she tried to tune into the conversation across the room.

"I am not a insensitive git," Ron defended.

Hermione just rolled her eyes and turned her attention back onto Harry, "you should go talk to her."

"Hermione, she doesn't want to talk to me, I've already tried," Harry argued.

"Yea, she's the one being insensitive is you ask me," Ron said bitterly.

Hermione snarled her nose in frustration, "I don't know what I'm going to do with you two. I mean last year you could barely keep your stomach around her, and this year you don't even care?" Hermione said fiercely eyeing Harry.

"Things change," Harry informed her.

"Quit being so insensitive Hermione, I mean Harry had been though a lot this past year," Ron said as he smiled like he was the most brilliant person on the planet.

"What do you know about crushes Ronald Weasley?' Hermione retorted. Ron's cheeks when blood red as his wide blue eyes stared at Hermione in shock.

"Anyways, it has been a few days since you last tried to talk to her," Hermione continued, turning her attention back to Harry.

"Why don't you try talking to her," Harry said almost in a joking tone.

"Fine," Hermione stated, "maybe I'll just do that."

Harry tried to find his voice to stop her but it was too late, she was marching across the library. Harry glanced at Ron, who gave him a shrug.

Cho opened her eyes still letting her fingers fondle the silver groves of her pendant. She saw the bushy haired Hermione Granger walking across the library in her direction. She had never been fond of Hermione, she always seemed like such a know it all.

"Hello Cho," she said brightly taking a seat next to her.

"Uh, hello," Cho said slightly puzzled.

Hermione turned her eyes toward Ron and Harry, and Cho's eyes followed.

"They aren't that bad you know," Hermione offered.

Cho narrowed her eyes a bit trying to figure out where she was going with this.

"Harry and Ron that is," Hermione stated as if Cho's expression was asking for clarification.

"Oh, I know," Cho said flatly.

Hermione tried to give her a pleasant smile, "I don't blame you for being so angry with them. They can be a bit tactless at times."

"A bit," Cho agreed.

Cho released her necklace and started to gather her books together, the tension of the situation was too much to bear.

"Why don't you like me?" Hermione finally asked.

"Huh?" Cho said surprised.

Hermione stared at her with a hurt expression, "you got upset last year when Harry said he was going to meet me at the Three Broom Sticks."

"Well, we were on a date," Cho said like it should have been obvious.

"I know, I explained to Harry how insensitive he was about how he told you about our prearranged meeting," Hermione chuckled.

"You did?" Cho asked almost in a cold tone.

"I mean it wasn't a big deal or anything," Hermione assured her.

Cho bit her bottom lip and finally confessed, "well, if you really liked somebody, how would you feel if they told you on your first date they wanted to go meet up with their X girlfriend."

"X girlfriend? Cho, please tell me you didn't believe that horrible Skeeter article," Hermione said slightly offended.

"Oh come off it, the whole school knows you two dated," Cho spat.

"We didn't date," Hermione stated, "we're just friends, we're always going to be just friends."

Cho lowered her head a bit in embarrassment, "I'm sorry, it's really none of my business."

"No, I can see why you might have acted jealous. I would have probably acted the same way," Hermione lied.

"No you wouldn't have, you went to the dance with Krum. You didn't even flinch. I heard when he asked you," Cho stopped and smiled, "you laughed at him and told him you weren't going to help him win the tournament."

Hermione felt her face go red, "I did."

"My gosh, when Cedric asked me I almost had a heart attack on the spot, I was so nervous," Cho confessed. "Not that Cedric is anything like Victor. I mean Krum is a professional quidditch player and all." she added.

"Oh, I was nervous alright, but that night when I got back to the common room I turned that nervousness into anger," Hermione said mostly to herself.

"Why what happened?" Cho pushed.

"Well, I walked in on Harry and Ron dragging on how they got turned down for the Ball," Hermione started.

Cho lowered her head since she had been the one who had turned Harry down.

"They started badgering me, saying I could just go with one of them, and," Hermione finally caught herself.

"Well, it isn't important," she muttered trying to change the subject.

Cho laughed, "boys, can't live with and can't live without them."

"Oh, I could do without them," Hermione laughed.

Cho smiled and nodded in agreement.

The two girls sat there staring at the floor for a few minuets, it really was the first time the two had held a conversation. And Cho was thinking Hermione wasn't all that bad.

"Cho, I really think you should talk to Harry," Hermione finally blurted out.

Cho closed her eyes thinking about that embarrassing moment when she pulled back and say Harry's astonished face. She threw her hands to her flushed face and shook her head.

"He's really been though a lot these past few months," Hermione continued.

"I know, his God father died," Cho said without thinking.

"How did you know that?" Hermione asked a little surprised, not many people knew of Harry's Godfather.

"Sirius Black right?" Cho questioned.

"That's right, but how do you know that?" Hermione asked again.

Cho lowered her head to the floor and brought her eyebrows together, "I don't know, I just do."

Hermione bit her bottom lip trying to determine if Cho was lying or not, "did you overheard them talking about Sirius that day in the library?"

"He fell, thought a veil of some sort. There are voices behind it, but you can't talk to them. They wouldn't let Harry save him. Harry thought if he just pulled back that tattered cloth that his Godfather would jump back out, alive. He had so much rage, so much anger. He preformed an unforgivable curse on the deadeater who murdered his Godfather. I remember the battle, as Dumbledore tried to defend Harry from Voldemort. Harry, he was possessed, and Voldemort tried to get Dumbledore to kill Harry. The prophecy," Cho muttered quietly as if it were an incomplete thought randomly going though her mind.

"You remember?" Hermione said puzzled.

"I don't know how, it was almost like I was there," Cho said a little nervous about her confessions.

"But you weren't," Hermione said frankly.

"I know," Cho stopped and eyed Hermione, "but I've been dreaming about it." It was first time Cho had ever been able to recall anything from he dream.

Hermione stared at the chill bumps forming on Cho's arms. Cho was shivering slightly, and the small pendent hanging around her neck was glowing bright blue.

"Cho, your necklace?" Hermione pointed.

Cho slowly lifted it off her chest, "it has been doing that a lot lately."

"What is it?" Hermione asked.

"A charm my grandmother gave me before she died. She said if I wore it, it would show me the way," Cho smiled as she stared at the silver bird.