Please bare with me, I'm going though a terrible case of writer's block
with this story. I'm sorry I haven't published in almost four days, but I
just can't get what I'm thinking out. I'm not very good at romance, so this
is a new area for me, and I'm afraid that my story is to corny...Thank-you
to everyone who has reviewed, if it wasn't for you I probably wouldn't have
found the inspiration to write this new chapter, although it isn't very
good.
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Chapter twelve: Something in common
Cho felt her heart skip lightly in her chest as Harry inner twined his fingers in hers. She didn't care where she was going as long as it was with him. He wasn't the most handsome boy she had ever seen, but there was just something about him. She walked briskly as he tugged on her hand and she kept slowing her pace, hoping he'd turn around so she could see into those amazing eyes.
"I don't know the password," Harry said suddenly stopping in front of a marble statue.
"Sorry?" Cho replied, still in a world of daydreams.
"This is Dumbledore's office, but I don't know the password," he clarified.
Cho felt blood rush into her cheeks as he finally looked at her.
"Well, what now?" she finally stuttered.
Harry glanced down at her hand in his, and it was clear on his face he was debating whether or not he should release it. Cho stared at him and pulled his hand into her chest and smiled.
"I like holding your hand Harry."
Harry face turned pink as he lowered his head towards the ground and smiled.
"I can't believe it! Scarhead?" spat a cold voice approaching behind Cho.
Harry went rigid as he saw Malfoy approaching.
"Get lost Malfoy," Harry warned tightening his grip on Cho's hand.
"Tisk, tisk, what will mummy and daddy say Chang?" Draco asked in a venomous voice.
Cho bit her lip trying to will herself to be strong, but the pendant around her neck burned cold against her chest. Harry glanced over at her as her fingers turned to ice in his grip.
"My family isn't like yours," Cho managed to cry.
Harry placed his arms around her shoulders trying to ease her shaking.
"I guess your girlfriend never told you about her insane pureblood family, did she Potter?" Draco badgered.
"I don't care about her family Malfoy, as long as it isn't your insane family line," Harry said coldly in response.
This response brought a curl to Malfoy's lip, "ask her whom her parents want her to marry when she's finished with Hogwarts?"
Cho tried to respond but couldn't she was so cold, she literally thought her tears were freezing as they slid down her cheeks.
Draco Malfoy lowered himself into a delicate bow and seized Cho's free hand. Had Harry not been holding Cho up he would have tackled Malfoy right there on the spot.
"DON'T TOUCH HER!" Harry screamed feeling Cho go limp in his arms.
"Another time love," Malfoy sneered as he kissed Cho's hand. He laughed as he disappeared into the hallway.
"Harry," Cho whispered though her chattering teeth, "I'm so cold."
Harry ran his hands quickly around her shoulder, "it's going to be okay, I promise."
She let her head fall lazily into his chest and she closed her eyes, she had never been this close to him before. His hand-me-down sweater scratched her delicate face, but she didn't flinch. His warmth felt so good. When she re-opened her eyes she saw his concerned face inches away from hers.
"I'm sorry," she said softly, but he didn't say a word.
She saw his face approaching hers, she could feel his nose touching the tip of hers. She wanted to close her eyes, to get lost in this moment, but she couldn't tear herself away from those brilliant green eyes.
"Harry, everything all right," asked the voice of the headmaster who had appeared at the entrance of his office.
The two teens straighter up a bit embarrassed to be caught in such a personal moment.
"Professor Dumbledore sir, could we talk to you in private?" Harry asked trying to act like nothing was out of the ordinary.
"Oh course, I've actually been expecting you to come to me for quite sometime now."
They followed their headmaster up the spiraling stairwell and into the magnificent circular office.
"Miss. Chang, I believe I know of someone you should be introduced to," Dumbledore smiled with a twinkle in his eye.
He motioned over towards Fawkes who stretched his wings a let out one of his sweet notes, "this is Fawks, the Phoenix of our time."
Cho stared with her mouth half open as she stared at the magnificent bird, "he's beautiful," she replied breathless.
"A quality he shares with is guardian," Dumbledore smiled. "He's been expecting you for quite awhile now."
"I don't understand?" Cho asked confused.
Dumbledore stroked Fawks soft feathers, "you see your grandmother left Fawks in my care until you were ready to fulfill your duties."
Cho took a deep breath, and Harry gave her an understanding look.
"Oh course, he's not pet. He is quite a free spirit and roams at his own leisure. I merely offer him a place to rest from his long journeys."
"Sir, what do you mean guardian?" Cho asked hoping to finally get some answers.
"I wish I could answer that Miss. Chang, but your destiny is something you must figure out on your own. I can only offer guidance," Dumbledore said with a bit of regret.
Harry finally spoke, "but sir, Cho has been having very strange dreams. She knows things she can't explain and she shouldn't know. Her necklace affects her physically, it causes her to have violent reactions."
"All of that is part of the transition, the necklace I imagine is showing her the way. It is showing her all the good she is capable of doing," Dumbledore tried to explain.
"Why does it make me go so cold or warm?" Cho asked as she glanced at Harry, touched by how concerned he seemed.
Dumbledore smiled as he saw the two exchange smiles, "the guardian must be a perfect judge of character. Your necklace is giving out warning signals; I imagine they will get more controllable with time and practice. Maybe Harry can help you sort though your burdens?"
Harry's head seemed to fall at Dumbledore suggestion, "I can't do that sir, you know what I have to do. What my destiny is."
"Harry, destiny is not written in stone. It is merely a blueprint that has yet to be built. I assure you," Dumbledore said.
Cho watched Harry carefully as he took in Dumbledore's word, "what must you do Harry?"
"It is ironic you ask such a question Miss Chang. I believe you and Mr. Potter has much in common, and have went though very similar situations, emotionally," Dumbledore answered. " I hope you will learn to confide in one another, I think it could help both of you on your paths."
Professor Dumbledore rose from his chair signaling the meeting was drawing to a close, "I think it is getting late, and your houses will be wondering where you are."
Harry and Cho rose in unison. Harry placed his hand in the small of Cho back and guided her out of Dumbledore's office, "goodnight professor."
Cho nodded and waved sweetly as the two descended the winding stairwell.
"Well, do you feel any better about what you're going though?" Harry asked.
Cho shrugged, "a little, I wish he would have told me more."
"He has his reason for being so vague, believe me sometimes the entire truth can be tough to digest," Harry said as his face cringed at the thought.
"You know Harry, if you ever need to talk, I'm a good listener," Cho offered.
Harry returned her smile, "I'll try to remember that."
He watched her hand swinging teasingly at her side, "do you want me to walk you back to your common room?"
"No," she said instantly thinking about the taunts she'd get from her fellow Ravenclaws if they saw her walking with him.
Harry seemed a bit taken back at Cho's suddenness.
Cho noticed his behavior and quickly tried to rectify the situation, "it's just getting late and I don't want you getting into trouble."
"Ah, I don't care about getting into trouble," Harry said boastfully.
He finally made a reach for her hand as they stopped outside of Dumbeldor's office.
"Goodnight Harry," Cho said sweetly, willing herself not to look at his eyes.
She pulled her hand loose from his grip and turned to leave.
"When can I see you again?" Harry asked trying to get her to stay a moment longer.
Cho laughed lightly, "tomorrow?"
"Same time in the library?" Harry asked.
"No, I'll meet you at dinner," Cho said quickly, knowing if she stayed one more second she wouldn't leave.
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Chapter twelve: Something in common
Cho felt her heart skip lightly in her chest as Harry inner twined his fingers in hers. She didn't care where she was going as long as it was with him. He wasn't the most handsome boy she had ever seen, but there was just something about him. She walked briskly as he tugged on her hand and she kept slowing her pace, hoping he'd turn around so she could see into those amazing eyes.
"I don't know the password," Harry said suddenly stopping in front of a marble statue.
"Sorry?" Cho replied, still in a world of daydreams.
"This is Dumbledore's office, but I don't know the password," he clarified.
Cho felt blood rush into her cheeks as he finally looked at her.
"Well, what now?" she finally stuttered.
Harry glanced down at her hand in his, and it was clear on his face he was debating whether or not he should release it. Cho stared at him and pulled his hand into her chest and smiled.
"I like holding your hand Harry."
Harry face turned pink as he lowered his head towards the ground and smiled.
"I can't believe it! Scarhead?" spat a cold voice approaching behind Cho.
Harry went rigid as he saw Malfoy approaching.
"Get lost Malfoy," Harry warned tightening his grip on Cho's hand.
"Tisk, tisk, what will mummy and daddy say Chang?" Draco asked in a venomous voice.
Cho bit her lip trying to will herself to be strong, but the pendant around her neck burned cold against her chest. Harry glanced over at her as her fingers turned to ice in his grip.
"My family isn't like yours," Cho managed to cry.
Harry placed his arms around her shoulders trying to ease her shaking.
"I guess your girlfriend never told you about her insane pureblood family, did she Potter?" Draco badgered.
"I don't care about her family Malfoy, as long as it isn't your insane family line," Harry said coldly in response.
This response brought a curl to Malfoy's lip, "ask her whom her parents want her to marry when she's finished with Hogwarts?"
Cho tried to respond but couldn't she was so cold, she literally thought her tears were freezing as they slid down her cheeks.
Draco Malfoy lowered himself into a delicate bow and seized Cho's free hand. Had Harry not been holding Cho up he would have tackled Malfoy right there on the spot.
"DON'T TOUCH HER!" Harry screamed feeling Cho go limp in his arms.
"Another time love," Malfoy sneered as he kissed Cho's hand. He laughed as he disappeared into the hallway.
"Harry," Cho whispered though her chattering teeth, "I'm so cold."
Harry ran his hands quickly around her shoulder, "it's going to be okay, I promise."
She let her head fall lazily into his chest and she closed her eyes, she had never been this close to him before. His hand-me-down sweater scratched her delicate face, but she didn't flinch. His warmth felt so good. When she re-opened her eyes she saw his concerned face inches away from hers.
"I'm sorry," she said softly, but he didn't say a word.
She saw his face approaching hers, she could feel his nose touching the tip of hers. She wanted to close her eyes, to get lost in this moment, but she couldn't tear herself away from those brilliant green eyes.
"Harry, everything all right," asked the voice of the headmaster who had appeared at the entrance of his office.
The two teens straighter up a bit embarrassed to be caught in such a personal moment.
"Professor Dumbledore sir, could we talk to you in private?" Harry asked trying to act like nothing was out of the ordinary.
"Oh course, I've actually been expecting you to come to me for quite sometime now."
They followed their headmaster up the spiraling stairwell and into the magnificent circular office.
"Miss. Chang, I believe I know of someone you should be introduced to," Dumbledore smiled with a twinkle in his eye.
He motioned over towards Fawkes who stretched his wings a let out one of his sweet notes, "this is Fawks, the Phoenix of our time."
Cho stared with her mouth half open as she stared at the magnificent bird, "he's beautiful," she replied breathless.
"A quality he shares with is guardian," Dumbledore smiled. "He's been expecting you for quite awhile now."
"I don't understand?" Cho asked confused.
Dumbledore stroked Fawks soft feathers, "you see your grandmother left Fawks in my care until you were ready to fulfill your duties."
Cho took a deep breath, and Harry gave her an understanding look.
"Oh course, he's not pet. He is quite a free spirit and roams at his own leisure. I merely offer him a place to rest from his long journeys."
"Sir, what do you mean guardian?" Cho asked hoping to finally get some answers.
"I wish I could answer that Miss. Chang, but your destiny is something you must figure out on your own. I can only offer guidance," Dumbledore said with a bit of regret.
Harry finally spoke, "but sir, Cho has been having very strange dreams. She knows things she can't explain and she shouldn't know. Her necklace affects her physically, it causes her to have violent reactions."
"All of that is part of the transition, the necklace I imagine is showing her the way. It is showing her all the good she is capable of doing," Dumbledore tried to explain.
"Why does it make me go so cold or warm?" Cho asked as she glanced at Harry, touched by how concerned he seemed.
Dumbledore smiled as he saw the two exchange smiles, "the guardian must be a perfect judge of character. Your necklace is giving out warning signals; I imagine they will get more controllable with time and practice. Maybe Harry can help you sort though your burdens?"
Harry's head seemed to fall at Dumbledore suggestion, "I can't do that sir, you know what I have to do. What my destiny is."
"Harry, destiny is not written in stone. It is merely a blueprint that has yet to be built. I assure you," Dumbledore said.
Cho watched Harry carefully as he took in Dumbledore's word, "what must you do Harry?"
"It is ironic you ask such a question Miss Chang. I believe you and Mr. Potter has much in common, and have went though very similar situations, emotionally," Dumbledore answered. " I hope you will learn to confide in one another, I think it could help both of you on your paths."
Professor Dumbledore rose from his chair signaling the meeting was drawing to a close, "I think it is getting late, and your houses will be wondering where you are."
Harry and Cho rose in unison. Harry placed his hand in the small of Cho back and guided her out of Dumbledore's office, "goodnight professor."
Cho nodded and waved sweetly as the two descended the winding stairwell.
"Well, do you feel any better about what you're going though?" Harry asked.
Cho shrugged, "a little, I wish he would have told me more."
"He has his reason for being so vague, believe me sometimes the entire truth can be tough to digest," Harry said as his face cringed at the thought.
"You know Harry, if you ever need to talk, I'm a good listener," Cho offered.
Harry returned her smile, "I'll try to remember that."
He watched her hand swinging teasingly at her side, "do you want me to walk you back to your common room?"
"No," she said instantly thinking about the taunts she'd get from her fellow Ravenclaws if they saw her walking with him.
Harry seemed a bit taken back at Cho's suddenness.
Cho noticed his behavior and quickly tried to rectify the situation, "it's just getting late and I don't want you getting into trouble."
"Ah, I don't care about getting into trouble," Harry said boastfully.
He finally made a reach for her hand as they stopped outside of Dumbeldor's office.
"Goodnight Harry," Cho said sweetly, willing herself not to look at his eyes.
She pulled her hand loose from his grip and turned to leave.
"When can I see you again?" Harry asked trying to get her to stay a moment longer.
Cho laughed lightly, "tomorrow?"
"Same time in the library?" Harry asked.
"No, I'll meet you at dinner," Cho said quickly, knowing if she stayed one more second she wouldn't leave.