First, let me apologize for the terrible last chapter..I was really tired
when I wrote it, and well it didn't come out exactly how I wanted it to,
but you get the general idea. Cho is still trying to figure out what is
happening to her, and in a few chapters everything will start coming
together. Well, thank-you reviewers...I was going to publish my
personalized thank-you list and responses with this chapter, but I'm not
quite finished with it yet, and I want to get this on the site
tonight..Remember keep reading and Reviewing and again Nothing is my Own!
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Chapter seven: On the Other Hand
"The Phoenix, a bird-like creature, had a lifespan of 500 years after which it was consumed by fire. Out of the ashes emerged a new Phoenix. This regeneration may be interpreted many ways. It symbolizes, at an individual level, a recurring life process--the Phoenix rising when there is a breakthrough of awareness. As old beliefs are released, life energy is liberated--a new individual appears. The Phoenix rising is the rebirth of mankind out of the past in peaceful revolution."
Cho awoke violently again, the fourth time this week. As the beads of sweat swept down her porcelain face, she jerked her head up violently from her pillow. Those piercing green eyes burned into her mind like an evil scar. The once memories less dreams that once haunted her nights now had shadows. She couldn't remember everything; only bits and pieces, and what she did remember didn't make much sense.
They weren't dreams in the normal fashion of the word; the things she remembered from her dreams had more depth than a normal dream. She remembered things like the smell of the air, the expression on the nameless faces, and the rich color of those green eyes.
Her conversation with Hermione in the library also bothered her. Twice she had spoken of things she didn't even know she knew. Nobody had ever told her about Harry's Godfather Sirius Black, yet she remembered to the way his body twisted as the spell struck him the chest, she even remembered the expression of shock on his face. She remembered it like she had witnessed it with her own two eyes; she remembered it like she was there when it happened.
Also, the way the phoenix pendant burned or froze against her chest was also puzzling. Just when she thought she was beginning to be able to predict when it would affect her, it surprised her.
Cho slowly let her head fall back on her damp pillow. The blue beams of the moon were fading into the early morning sky. She rolled onto her right side and stared at the shadows drawn on the dormitory floor. She couldn't get the imaged of the green eyes out of her thoughts, when she closed her eyes she would see them, staring at her through the darkness of her eyelids.
"I've got to figure out what's going on with me," Cho whispered to herself.
She lay awake in the darkness of the morning, fearing if she let herself fall asleep her dreams would return. She didn't want to dream anymore, she just wanted her life back. She let out a soft sigh as she watched the birth of the new day.
It was a beautiful fall Saturday when Cho finally allowed herself to get out of bed. The faint dark circles under her eyes told of her sleepless night. She got ready; taking extra care with her appearances, after all today was Hogmeade day.
She didn't particularly want to go with Ravenclaw companions, but she felt she had no choice. Unless she had a date, she had always gone to Hogmeade with the same people.
The Ravenclaw common room was mysterious; the deep shades of blue gave a calming appearance against the marble white walls. The furniture was also classic, dark mahogany carved to a perfect appearance with every piece. Also, there were the books. Thousands of books over every subject imaginable littered the proud bookshelves.
Cho often felt out of place when she was in the common room. Although she prided herself on her Ravenclaw perfection, she thought she had to work harder for the appearance than her housemates. It seemed to come so naturally to them.
Cho took a seat in front of the fireplace as she waited for her friends to meet up with her.
"Hey Cho," said Michael Corner as he spotted her sitting alone.
"Hello," Cho said quietly.
Michael stared at her for a moment, obviously thinking over his next move, "well, are you ready to go?"
Cho narrowed her eyes and bit her bottom lip, "go where?"
He rolled his eyes, "to Hogmeade."
"Oh, I didn't know you and I were going together," Cho confessed.
Michael seemed to be losing his patients, "well, you are still my." he trailed off.
"Girlfriend," Cho finished his statement.
Michael nodded lightly, "I thought we could talk today."
Cho made herself look at him, after all it was her fault that their relationship had been so rocky, "I think that is a good idea."
Cho stood up but didn't take Michael's hand; she just walked next to him silently. When they arrived at the Great Hall to eat some breakfast Cho decided this shyness had gone on long enough.
"So if we're going to talk, let's talk," she spat.
"Why did you kiss Potter?" he said instantly.
Cho's eyes widened, she didn't know what to say. Michael's eyes were burning a hole through her.
Cho's finally spoke, "I don't know what to say. I honestly didn't mean to kiss Harry."
"How can you not mean to kiss somebody?" Michael inquired.
Cho bit her lip, "I didn't even realize I did it."
Michael was about to leave by the look in his eyes, "Cho, this is ridiculous."
"I know," she made a move to grab his hand.
"Do you honestly expect me to believe you didn't mean to kiss him when the entire school saw you initiate it?" he demanded.
Cho held her breath then spoke, "I know it sounds crazy, but I swear to you that I'm telling the truth," she pleaded.
"I don't know Cho. I mean I really like you," Michael began.
"I like you to," Cho said feeling slightly flushed.
Michael let out an impatient sigh, obviously annoy by her interrupting him, "lets just go to Hogmeade today and see how things go today."
Cho forced a smile and nodded.
"That way I can let you know my decision by the end of the day," Michael added.
"Your decision?" Cho thought to herself.
After breakfast Michael and Cho walked together to get in line for their Hogmeade trip. Mr. Filch , the caretaker, was checking the list of student names to make sure nobody trying to seek into Hogmeade that wasn't spose to be there. Cho let her arms wander loosely at her side, tempting Michael to reach out and grab her hand. He didn't.
"So what do you want to do today?" she asked quickly as they walked though the grounds.
"I could use a butterbeer," Michael said casually.
"How romantic," Cho muttered, but Michael either didn't hear her or didn't care.
The Three Broom Sticks was extremely crowded when they arrived and a group of boys shot up there hands to motion Michael over to them. "Hey Cho, do you mind if I go say hi?" he asked, not even turning around to address her. Before Cho could say a thing he was making his way over to his friends.
"He's a bit fat prat if you ask me," smirked Ginny Weasley from a nearby table.
Cho smiled pleasantly as she order a butterbeer from the barkeep.
"You can sit over here with us," Ginny continued noticing that Cho was quite alone now.
Cho let the thoughts transpire in her mind for a moment then walked over to the table occupied by Ginny Weasley and a black boy she recognized as a Gryffindor and a former member of the defense club, DA, created last year.
"How are you guys?" Cho asked politely taking a seat.
"Michael use to ditch me to hang out with his friends all the time," Ginny assured her.
Cho lowered her head, "it doesn't really matter."
The boy sitting next to Ginny gave her a sympatric wink, "maybe you should try dating a Gryffindor. We're not quite so rude."
"I beg to differ on that, no offense," Cho joked.
"Dean, you remember, Cho and Harry um," Ginny let her eyes meet Cho trying to figure out a delicate way of saying it.
"Dated?" Dean offered.
Cho let her head pop over towards his direction, "half a date doesn't not qualify as dating."
She felt the blood fill her cheeks and Ginny and Dean both started laughing.
"Well, not to dredge up any bad memories, but didn't you kiss him the other day?" Dean inquired, obvious finding humor in Cho's embarrassment.
Cho let out an exasperated sigh, "I don't spose there is any point in denying it."
"Holy Merlin, so the rumors are true?" Dean said excitedly. Cho smile faded, "what rumors?"
"You don't want to know," Ginny interrupted.
"No, I do," Cho insisted.
"The word around school is that your still in love with Harry, and that you practically threw yourself at him in the hallways in front of the library. But Harry rejected you and humiliated you ran off down the hallway," Dean informed her, despite the death look he was getting from Ginny.
"What, that preposterous," Cho said coolly. "I'm not in love with Harry, and I didn't throw myself at him. Plus, I pulled back from that kiss, not him."
Dean let out slight chuckle, but was quickly nudged in the ribs by Ginny.
"Don't worry about it, you know who stupid the rumor spreaders are," Ginny encouraged.
Cho took in a deep breath and let her eyes wander around the bar. Not long ago she was one of the most popular girls in school, now she was the third wheel on what appeared to her to be a date. As the thought of interrupting a date entered her mind she began to survey the room for her date, or whatever he was.
She found him, sitting at a table across the bar with some of her fellow Ravenclaws. She use to feel welcome around the crowd he was conversing with, but for some reason didn't anymore. She sighed watching him talk happily with him buddies, and flirting with her dorm mates.
"Well, I think I'm going to go wander a bit," Cho said sweetly turning back to Ginny and Dean who were engaging in a heavy flirting session.
Cho didn't wait for them to respond before she left.
The crisp autumn air felt good against Cho's bare face as she exited the bar. The happy groups of uniformed students wandering around happily talking about mindless topics seemed to cause a twinge of pain in Cho heart. She missed those carefree days, the days when she could daydream about Cedric, hang out with her friends and not worry about anything but what color lipstick she should wear.
Her feet carried her away from the hassles and noises of the crowded streets. She wandered towards the hills in the background. She wasn't sure how long she had been walking, but an old house caught the corner of her eye and she found herself stopping to study it.
"You know, they say it's haunted."
The voice startled Cho, and she grabbed her chest as turned around to see was in her company.
"It isn't really," Harry said lightly.
"Then why do people say it is?" Cho questioned, since he seemed to know it all.
Harry let a smile slip onto his face as if he knew a secret about the old house in front of them, but wasn't going to disclose any of the information.
"So your talking to me again?' Harry asked.
Cho narrowed her eyes and crossed her arms across her chest, "I simply asked you question, since you seem to know so much about this place."
"Yea, I do know a lot about this place," Harry said in a dazed voice, he seemed to be thinking about something.
"You've been inside?" Cho said in a mixed question/statement tone.
Harry looked at her a bit puzzled, but didn't answer.
"Well, if you are just up here to tease me I'll be on my way," she said suddenly feeling angry.
"I didn't come up here to tease you. I didn't even know you were up here," Harry said in an icy tone.
"Then why are you up here then?" Cho asked still not convinced.
"I have my reasons," Harry said flatly.
Cho still felt a bit angry, but wasn't ready to leave yet. She had been having dreams about Harry since school started. She wanted to know if they had any bases or if they were just dreams.
"Does it have something to do with your Godfather?' Cho asked wearingly.
Harry let his shocked green eyes meet her dark brown ones for a moment before lowering his head to the ground.
Cho wasn't sure how much Hermione had told him about their conversation, but from the look his face he didn't know Cho knew about Sirius.
"I'm sorry," Cho offered.
Harry let out a soft laugh, "for what?"
"I know how it feels to lose somebody," she said, her head feel to her feet.
Harry lifted his head and stared at her, "how do you know about that?"
"Hermione told me," she lied. It was too embarrassing to tell him she had dreamed about it.
"It's my fault he died," Harry said trying to hold back his tears.
Cho shook her head, "no, you can't blame yourself. You didn't push him into the veil."
"What?" Harry said now looking a little offended. "Did Hermione tell you about that too?"
"No," Cho said suddenly.
"Then how did you know about the veil?" Harry asked desperately.
"I ." Cho trailed off, not quite sure how to explain it.
"CHO!"
Harry and Cho both snapped their heads toward the bottom the hill the house sat on. Michael Corner was running up the hill towards them.
"Hey, why did you disappear like that?" Michael interrogated glaring at Harry as he spoke.
"Well, you seemed to have forgotten about me, I didn't think you'd notice," Cho said coldly.
"You could have come over there," Michael said hatefully.
Cho narrowed her eyes, "maybe I didn't want to."
"What did you decide to come up here to snog with Potter some more," he taunted. "Screw you Corner," Cho barked.
Michael flared his arms into the air, "I don't know way I even bothered with you."
"Well, let me help you with your decision," Cho spat throwing up her middle finger at him.
Michael turned sharply on his heels and left muttering something about Cho being a crying git under his breath. Cho stood watching him with her fist clinched at her side. She turned away from him and realized that she had just gave Harry another climatic show. She felt her fingers go numb and her cheeks feel with blood from utter embarrassment.
"I guess we're officially broken up now," Cho tried to joke, immediately regretting saying fearing they way Harry would take her statement.
"Your tempers is as bad as mine," Harry tried to change the subject realizing how embarrassed Cho must be.
"I'm really not a hateful." Cho started.
Harry interrupted her, "you know Chang, your kinda cute when your mad."
"Well, I've never heard that one before," she giggled.
Harry now was turning a slight pink himself, it was the first time she had seen him blush this year and it made her stomach knot up.
"Well, I better go find Ron and Hermione," Harry said suddenly noticing the tension building.
"Yea, I need to get back to the Three Broom Sticks," Cho said not wanting to look like a loser with nobody to hang out with.
"Yea, I'll see you around," Harry fumbled.
Harry was halfway down the hill when she finally called after him, "HARRY."
He stopped at turned around to see what she wanted.
"I'M SORRY ABOUT THE OTHER DAY, KISS YOU AND SUCH," she shouted without thinking.
"I'M NOT," he yelled back.
Cho felt a warm sensation travel down her body at his response and she watched him until he disappeared into the crowds of Hogmeade. The small bird around her neck burned hot against her chest, but for some reason it didn't seem to bother her this time.
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Chapter seven: On the Other Hand
"The Phoenix, a bird-like creature, had a lifespan of 500 years after which it was consumed by fire. Out of the ashes emerged a new Phoenix. This regeneration may be interpreted many ways. It symbolizes, at an individual level, a recurring life process--the Phoenix rising when there is a breakthrough of awareness. As old beliefs are released, life energy is liberated--a new individual appears. The Phoenix rising is the rebirth of mankind out of the past in peaceful revolution."
Cho awoke violently again, the fourth time this week. As the beads of sweat swept down her porcelain face, she jerked her head up violently from her pillow. Those piercing green eyes burned into her mind like an evil scar. The once memories less dreams that once haunted her nights now had shadows. She couldn't remember everything; only bits and pieces, and what she did remember didn't make much sense.
They weren't dreams in the normal fashion of the word; the things she remembered from her dreams had more depth than a normal dream. She remembered things like the smell of the air, the expression on the nameless faces, and the rich color of those green eyes.
Her conversation with Hermione in the library also bothered her. Twice she had spoken of things she didn't even know she knew. Nobody had ever told her about Harry's Godfather Sirius Black, yet she remembered to the way his body twisted as the spell struck him the chest, she even remembered the expression of shock on his face. She remembered it like she had witnessed it with her own two eyes; she remembered it like she was there when it happened.
Also, the way the phoenix pendant burned or froze against her chest was also puzzling. Just when she thought she was beginning to be able to predict when it would affect her, it surprised her.
Cho slowly let her head fall back on her damp pillow. The blue beams of the moon were fading into the early morning sky. She rolled onto her right side and stared at the shadows drawn on the dormitory floor. She couldn't get the imaged of the green eyes out of her thoughts, when she closed her eyes she would see them, staring at her through the darkness of her eyelids.
"I've got to figure out what's going on with me," Cho whispered to herself.
She lay awake in the darkness of the morning, fearing if she let herself fall asleep her dreams would return. She didn't want to dream anymore, she just wanted her life back. She let out a soft sigh as she watched the birth of the new day.
It was a beautiful fall Saturday when Cho finally allowed herself to get out of bed. The faint dark circles under her eyes told of her sleepless night. She got ready; taking extra care with her appearances, after all today was Hogmeade day.
She didn't particularly want to go with Ravenclaw companions, but she felt she had no choice. Unless she had a date, she had always gone to Hogmeade with the same people.
The Ravenclaw common room was mysterious; the deep shades of blue gave a calming appearance against the marble white walls. The furniture was also classic, dark mahogany carved to a perfect appearance with every piece. Also, there were the books. Thousands of books over every subject imaginable littered the proud bookshelves.
Cho often felt out of place when she was in the common room. Although she prided herself on her Ravenclaw perfection, she thought she had to work harder for the appearance than her housemates. It seemed to come so naturally to them.
Cho took a seat in front of the fireplace as she waited for her friends to meet up with her.
"Hey Cho," said Michael Corner as he spotted her sitting alone.
"Hello," Cho said quietly.
Michael stared at her for a moment, obviously thinking over his next move, "well, are you ready to go?"
Cho narrowed her eyes and bit her bottom lip, "go where?"
He rolled his eyes, "to Hogmeade."
"Oh, I didn't know you and I were going together," Cho confessed.
Michael seemed to be losing his patients, "well, you are still my." he trailed off.
"Girlfriend," Cho finished his statement.
Michael nodded lightly, "I thought we could talk today."
Cho made herself look at him, after all it was her fault that their relationship had been so rocky, "I think that is a good idea."
Cho stood up but didn't take Michael's hand; she just walked next to him silently. When they arrived at the Great Hall to eat some breakfast Cho decided this shyness had gone on long enough.
"So if we're going to talk, let's talk," she spat.
"Why did you kiss Potter?" he said instantly.
Cho's eyes widened, she didn't know what to say. Michael's eyes were burning a hole through her.
Cho's finally spoke, "I don't know what to say. I honestly didn't mean to kiss Harry."
"How can you not mean to kiss somebody?" Michael inquired.
Cho bit her lip, "I didn't even realize I did it."
Michael was about to leave by the look in his eyes, "Cho, this is ridiculous."
"I know," she made a move to grab his hand.
"Do you honestly expect me to believe you didn't mean to kiss him when the entire school saw you initiate it?" he demanded.
Cho held her breath then spoke, "I know it sounds crazy, but I swear to you that I'm telling the truth," she pleaded.
"I don't know Cho. I mean I really like you," Michael began.
"I like you to," Cho said feeling slightly flushed.
Michael let out an impatient sigh, obviously annoy by her interrupting him, "lets just go to Hogmeade today and see how things go today."
Cho forced a smile and nodded.
"That way I can let you know my decision by the end of the day," Michael added.
"Your decision?" Cho thought to herself.
After breakfast Michael and Cho walked together to get in line for their Hogmeade trip. Mr. Filch , the caretaker, was checking the list of student names to make sure nobody trying to seek into Hogmeade that wasn't spose to be there. Cho let her arms wander loosely at her side, tempting Michael to reach out and grab her hand. He didn't.
"So what do you want to do today?" she asked quickly as they walked though the grounds.
"I could use a butterbeer," Michael said casually.
"How romantic," Cho muttered, but Michael either didn't hear her or didn't care.
The Three Broom Sticks was extremely crowded when they arrived and a group of boys shot up there hands to motion Michael over to them. "Hey Cho, do you mind if I go say hi?" he asked, not even turning around to address her. Before Cho could say a thing he was making his way over to his friends.
"He's a bit fat prat if you ask me," smirked Ginny Weasley from a nearby table.
Cho smiled pleasantly as she order a butterbeer from the barkeep.
"You can sit over here with us," Ginny continued noticing that Cho was quite alone now.
Cho let the thoughts transpire in her mind for a moment then walked over to the table occupied by Ginny Weasley and a black boy she recognized as a Gryffindor and a former member of the defense club, DA, created last year.
"How are you guys?" Cho asked politely taking a seat.
"Michael use to ditch me to hang out with his friends all the time," Ginny assured her.
Cho lowered her head, "it doesn't really matter."
The boy sitting next to Ginny gave her a sympatric wink, "maybe you should try dating a Gryffindor. We're not quite so rude."
"I beg to differ on that, no offense," Cho joked.
"Dean, you remember, Cho and Harry um," Ginny let her eyes meet Cho trying to figure out a delicate way of saying it.
"Dated?" Dean offered.
Cho let her head pop over towards his direction, "half a date doesn't not qualify as dating."
She felt the blood fill her cheeks and Ginny and Dean both started laughing.
"Well, not to dredge up any bad memories, but didn't you kiss him the other day?" Dean inquired, obvious finding humor in Cho's embarrassment.
Cho let out an exasperated sigh, "I don't spose there is any point in denying it."
"Holy Merlin, so the rumors are true?" Dean said excitedly. Cho smile faded, "what rumors?"
"You don't want to know," Ginny interrupted.
"No, I do," Cho insisted.
"The word around school is that your still in love with Harry, and that you practically threw yourself at him in the hallways in front of the library. But Harry rejected you and humiliated you ran off down the hallway," Dean informed her, despite the death look he was getting from Ginny.
"What, that preposterous," Cho said coolly. "I'm not in love with Harry, and I didn't throw myself at him. Plus, I pulled back from that kiss, not him."
Dean let out slight chuckle, but was quickly nudged in the ribs by Ginny.
"Don't worry about it, you know who stupid the rumor spreaders are," Ginny encouraged.
Cho took in a deep breath and let her eyes wander around the bar. Not long ago she was one of the most popular girls in school, now she was the third wheel on what appeared to her to be a date. As the thought of interrupting a date entered her mind she began to survey the room for her date, or whatever he was.
She found him, sitting at a table across the bar with some of her fellow Ravenclaws. She use to feel welcome around the crowd he was conversing with, but for some reason didn't anymore. She sighed watching him talk happily with him buddies, and flirting with her dorm mates.
"Well, I think I'm going to go wander a bit," Cho said sweetly turning back to Ginny and Dean who were engaging in a heavy flirting session.
Cho didn't wait for them to respond before she left.
The crisp autumn air felt good against Cho's bare face as she exited the bar. The happy groups of uniformed students wandering around happily talking about mindless topics seemed to cause a twinge of pain in Cho heart. She missed those carefree days, the days when she could daydream about Cedric, hang out with her friends and not worry about anything but what color lipstick she should wear.
Her feet carried her away from the hassles and noises of the crowded streets. She wandered towards the hills in the background. She wasn't sure how long she had been walking, but an old house caught the corner of her eye and she found herself stopping to study it.
"You know, they say it's haunted."
The voice startled Cho, and she grabbed her chest as turned around to see was in her company.
"It isn't really," Harry said lightly.
"Then why do people say it is?" Cho questioned, since he seemed to know it all.
Harry let a smile slip onto his face as if he knew a secret about the old house in front of them, but wasn't going to disclose any of the information.
"So your talking to me again?' Harry asked.
Cho narrowed her eyes and crossed her arms across her chest, "I simply asked you question, since you seem to know so much about this place."
"Yea, I do know a lot about this place," Harry said in a dazed voice, he seemed to be thinking about something.
"You've been inside?" Cho said in a mixed question/statement tone.
Harry looked at her a bit puzzled, but didn't answer.
"Well, if you are just up here to tease me I'll be on my way," she said suddenly feeling angry.
"I didn't come up here to tease you. I didn't even know you were up here," Harry said in an icy tone.
"Then why are you up here then?" Cho asked still not convinced.
"I have my reasons," Harry said flatly.
Cho still felt a bit angry, but wasn't ready to leave yet. She had been having dreams about Harry since school started. She wanted to know if they had any bases or if they were just dreams.
"Does it have something to do with your Godfather?' Cho asked wearingly.
Harry let his shocked green eyes meet her dark brown ones for a moment before lowering his head to the ground.
Cho wasn't sure how much Hermione had told him about their conversation, but from the look his face he didn't know Cho knew about Sirius.
"I'm sorry," Cho offered.
Harry let out a soft laugh, "for what?"
"I know how it feels to lose somebody," she said, her head feel to her feet.
Harry lifted his head and stared at her, "how do you know about that?"
"Hermione told me," she lied. It was too embarrassing to tell him she had dreamed about it.
"It's my fault he died," Harry said trying to hold back his tears.
Cho shook her head, "no, you can't blame yourself. You didn't push him into the veil."
"What?" Harry said now looking a little offended. "Did Hermione tell you about that too?"
"No," Cho said suddenly.
"Then how did you know about the veil?" Harry asked desperately.
"I ." Cho trailed off, not quite sure how to explain it.
"CHO!"
Harry and Cho both snapped their heads toward the bottom the hill the house sat on. Michael Corner was running up the hill towards them.
"Hey, why did you disappear like that?" Michael interrogated glaring at Harry as he spoke.
"Well, you seemed to have forgotten about me, I didn't think you'd notice," Cho said coldly.
"You could have come over there," Michael said hatefully.
Cho narrowed her eyes, "maybe I didn't want to."
"What did you decide to come up here to snog with Potter some more," he taunted. "Screw you Corner," Cho barked.
Michael flared his arms into the air, "I don't know way I even bothered with you."
"Well, let me help you with your decision," Cho spat throwing up her middle finger at him.
Michael turned sharply on his heels and left muttering something about Cho being a crying git under his breath. Cho stood watching him with her fist clinched at her side. She turned away from him and realized that she had just gave Harry another climatic show. She felt her fingers go numb and her cheeks feel with blood from utter embarrassment.
"I guess we're officially broken up now," Cho tried to joke, immediately regretting saying fearing they way Harry would take her statement.
"Your tempers is as bad as mine," Harry tried to change the subject realizing how embarrassed Cho must be.
"I'm really not a hateful." Cho started.
Harry interrupted her, "you know Chang, your kinda cute when your mad."
"Well, I've never heard that one before," she giggled.
Harry now was turning a slight pink himself, it was the first time she had seen him blush this year and it made her stomach knot up.
"Well, I better go find Ron and Hermione," Harry said suddenly noticing the tension building.
"Yea, I need to get back to the Three Broom Sticks," Cho said not wanting to look like a loser with nobody to hang out with.
"Yea, I'll see you around," Harry fumbled.
Harry was halfway down the hill when she finally called after him, "HARRY."
He stopped at turned around to see what she wanted.
"I'M SORRY ABOUT THE OTHER DAY, KISS YOU AND SUCH," she shouted without thinking.
"I'M NOT," he yelled back.
Cho felt a warm sensation travel down her body at his response and she watched him until he disappeared into the crowds of Hogmeade. The small bird around her neck burned hot against her chest, but for some reason it didn't seem to bother her this time.