Choosing Cho
*~*~*~by Iced Mahina~*~*~* Disclaimer: I don't own...happy? I also don't own the song "Underneath It All" by No Doubt.
A/N: This has OotP spoilers, you have been warned. Please review it. The first part of this chapter is sort of through Cho's POV, but not really...it just takes place at her house. The second part is sort of through Hermione's POV.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ~*~*~*~*~*~*~ There's times when I want something more
Someone more like me
There's times when this dress rehearsal
Seems incomplete
****Cho's House****
Cho Chang was bored, she had nothing to do and nowhere to go. Normally she would be sulking around, thinking about Cedric, their time together, and how much she missed him. It was just too nice of a day for that, though. She looked over at the gentle summer sunrise, which she viewed perfectly from her balcony, and wished she had someone to talk to...just anyone to share her secrets with and explain her feelings to. Her parents were at work, as an Auror and a Secretery for the Department of Magical Health Care, her older brother of 19, Jun, was studying in China, and her only close friend was in a fight with her. Marietta just wouldn't understand her, and no matter what Harry thought, she really was mad that Marietta betrayed them to that old toad (although she would never admit it to him).
Cho sighed lightly and wandered back into the house and in the MagiAir, a deluxe form of Wizarding Air Conditioning. Her house was an old, yellow, Victorian styled house, not that big, but certainly not small. Her parents were proud of it, and she quite liked it herself. She spotted the latest edition of The Wizading Times , a wizarding news paper far more accurate the others, on the counter of her kitchen. Cho sifted through it, until she found something interesting, Friends Unexpected. Out of sheer curiosity and boredom, she read it, to find that it was about how Mr. Malfoy had become friends with Mr. Weasley, as odd as that was! She found the concept very interesting; Mr. Malfoy wrote out a letter to an annonomous person and sent it, Mr. Weasley got it, and they corresponded (not knowing who the other was), and ultimately became best friends. That had caused quite a hectic scene, when they agreed to meet up at the Three Broomsticks, and discovered to have been corresponding with "the enemy".
As she had nothing better to do, she decided the whole "annonomous friends" thing might be a fun experience. Cho smiled and decided to give it a try, then ran up to her room. Her bedroom was a room that any girl would be jealous of. It had a big rounded bed, decorated with a fine silk bedspead, that was red and had the Chinese symbol for love embriodered on, along with various golden dragons surrounding it. Her favorite part was a beautiful mahogany desk on the side. She sat down and began to write a letter,
Dear Future Friend,
I'd like to meet someone new, someone I can talk to ( I just read the article from The Wizarding Times ). If you are interested, please owl me back. I suppose you would like to know more about me, so feel free to ask any questions. Would you like to use our real names, our initials, or even fake names? I'm a 17 year-old girl, if that makes any difference to you.
Sincerely,
Your Future Friend
Cho placed it in a cream colored envelope along with some of the finest Wizarding Chocolate. She called over her stunning black owl, Raiden. "Take this to someone about my age, someone you think would be a friend," Cho sarcastically ended, "Use your super-owl instincts." Raiden nipped her finger affectionately and flew off into the hazey morning. Cho let herself fall back onto her bed, waiting for Raiden to return with a letter. Raiden got an owlish smirk on her face, when she came up with the best idea she ever had.
But you see the colors in me
Like no one else
And behind your dark glasses
You're something else
****Hermione's House****
Hermione Granger was reading Howarts A History on a lounge chair in the back yard of her home at 802 Acorn Ridge Lane, in a small town outside of London, when she heard an owl hooting. She opened her eyes slowly, and saw a big black owl perched on the arm of the chair. She accepted it's letter, and expected it to fly off after asking for an owl treat. Only, the owl just sat there waiting, apparently waiting for a response. Hermione sighed and opened the envelope, as it's contents spilled out, a letter, and some chocolate. She set the expensive looking chocolate down, ane read through the letter, that said:
Dear Future Friend,
I'd like to meet someone new, someone I can talk to ( I just read the article from The Wizarding Times ). If you are interested, please owl me back. I suppose you would like to know more about me, so feel free to ask any questions. Would you like to use our real names, our initials, or even fake names? I'm a 17 year-old girl, if that makes any difference to you.
Sincerely,
Your Future Friend
Hermione signalled for the owl to come with her into the house and upstairs to her father's office to get her favorite stationary. The owl obviously had different ideas, as it just stuck it's beak up in the air, as if saying "Too bad, I'm staying here". Hermione rolled her eyes and went up alone. She thought it would be great to meet a new freind that could mentor her through her 6th year, as the girl was 17 years old, and most likely a 7th year. Hermione desperately felt the need to excel, and do her best...no matter what. She grabbed the pretty stationary and some purple ink, ans scribbled a response: Dear "Current" Friend,
I think it would be a great idea for us to become friends. I'm a 16 year old girl, and since you are older, would you mind helping me through the school year. I think we should just use initials, so you will have to tell me yours. I hope to hear from you soon, and thank you for the chocolate.
With Love,
HG
Hermione sealed the letter and brought it down to the spunky owl, and watched her fly off with it. She went to pick up her book as she heard her mom yell, "Hermione, get in here for dinner, we're having pasta."
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(( )) {{ }} [[ ]] (( )) {{ }} [[ ]] (( )) {{ }} [[ ]] (( )) {{ }} [[ ]] (( )) {{ }} [[ ]] (( )) {{ }} [[ ]] (( )) {{ }} [[ ]] (( )) {{ }} [[ ]] So, what did you think? My next chapter might be longer. If have any ideas or advice for me, please tell me in an e-mail or in a review. I'm also looking for someone to help me beta this fic, so if you are interested tell me in a review or send me an e-mail.
*~*~*~ Iced Mahina~*~*~*
*~*~*~by Iced Mahina~*~*~* Disclaimer: I don't own...happy? I also don't own the song "Underneath It All" by No Doubt.
A/N: This has OotP spoilers, you have been warned. Please review it. The first part of this chapter is sort of through Cho's POV, but not really...it just takes place at her house. The second part is sort of through Hermione's POV.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ~*~*~*~*~*~*~ There's times when I want something more
Someone more like me
There's times when this dress rehearsal
Seems incomplete
****Cho's House****
Cho Chang was bored, she had nothing to do and nowhere to go. Normally she would be sulking around, thinking about Cedric, their time together, and how much she missed him. It was just too nice of a day for that, though. She looked over at the gentle summer sunrise, which she viewed perfectly from her balcony, and wished she had someone to talk to...just anyone to share her secrets with and explain her feelings to. Her parents were at work, as an Auror and a Secretery for the Department of Magical Health Care, her older brother of 19, Jun, was studying in China, and her only close friend was in a fight with her. Marietta just wouldn't understand her, and no matter what Harry thought, she really was mad that Marietta betrayed them to that old toad (although she would never admit it to him).
Cho sighed lightly and wandered back into the house and in the MagiAir, a deluxe form of Wizarding Air Conditioning. Her house was an old, yellow, Victorian styled house, not that big, but certainly not small. Her parents were proud of it, and she quite liked it herself. She spotted the latest edition of The Wizading Times , a wizarding news paper far more accurate the others, on the counter of her kitchen. Cho sifted through it, until she found something interesting, Friends Unexpected. Out of sheer curiosity and boredom, she read it, to find that it was about how Mr. Malfoy had become friends with Mr. Weasley, as odd as that was! She found the concept very interesting; Mr. Malfoy wrote out a letter to an annonomous person and sent it, Mr. Weasley got it, and they corresponded (not knowing who the other was), and ultimately became best friends. That had caused quite a hectic scene, when they agreed to meet up at the Three Broomsticks, and discovered to have been corresponding with "the enemy".
As she had nothing better to do, she decided the whole "annonomous friends" thing might be a fun experience. Cho smiled and decided to give it a try, then ran up to her room. Her bedroom was a room that any girl would be jealous of. It had a big rounded bed, decorated with a fine silk bedspead, that was red and had the Chinese symbol for love embriodered on, along with various golden dragons surrounding it. Her favorite part was a beautiful mahogany desk on the side. She sat down and began to write a letter,
Dear Future Friend,
I'd like to meet someone new, someone I can talk to ( I just read the article from The Wizarding Times ). If you are interested, please owl me back. I suppose you would like to know more about me, so feel free to ask any questions. Would you like to use our real names, our initials, or even fake names? I'm a 17 year-old girl, if that makes any difference to you.
Sincerely,
Your Future Friend
Cho placed it in a cream colored envelope along with some of the finest Wizarding Chocolate. She called over her stunning black owl, Raiden. "Take this to someone about my age, someone you think would be a friend," Cho sarcastically ended, "Use your super-owl instincts." Raiden nipped her finger affectionately and flew off into the hazey morning. Cho let herself fall back onto her bed, waiting for Raiden to return with a letter. Raiden got an owlish smirk on her face, when she came up with the best idea she ever had.
But you see the colors in me
Like no one else
And behind your dark glasses
You're something else
****Hermione's House****
Hermione Granger was reading Howarts A History on a lounge chair in the back yard of her home at 802 Acorn Ridge Lane, in a small town outside of London, when she heard an owl hooting. She opened her eyes slowly, and saw a big black owl perched on the arm of the chair. She accepted it's letter, and expected it to fly off after asking for an owl treat. Only, the owl just sat there waiting, apparently waiting for a response. Hermione sighed and opened the envelope, as it's contents spilled out, a letter, and some chocolate. She set the expensive looking chocolate down, ane read through the letter, that said:
Dear Future Friend,
I'd like to meet someone new, someone I can talk to ( I just read the article from The Wizarding Times ). If you are interested, please owl me back. I suppose you would like to know more about me, so feel free to ask any questions. Would you like to use our real names, our initials, or even fake names? I'm a 17 year-old girl, if that makes any difference to you.
Sincerely,
Your Future Friend
Hermione signalled for the owl to come with her into the house and upstairs to her father's office to get her favorite stationary. The owl obviously had different ideas, as it just stuck it's beak up in the air, as if saying "Too bad, I'm staying here". Hermione rolled her eyes and went up alone. She thought it would be great to meet a new freind that could mentor her through her 6th year, as the girl was 17 years old, and most likely a 7th year. Hermione desperately felt the need to excel, and do her best...no matter what. She grabbed the pretty stationary and some purple ink, ans scribbled a response: Dear "Current" Friend,
I think it would be a great idea for us to become friends. I'm a 16 year old girl, and since you are older, would you mind helping me through the school year. I think we should just use initials, so you will have to tell me yours. I hope to hear from you soon, and thank you for the chocolate.
With Love,
HG
Hermione sealed the letter and brought it down to the spunky owl, and watched her fly off with it. She went to pick up her book as she heard her mom yell, "Hermione, get in here for dinner, we're having pasta."
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(( )) {{ }} [[ ]] (( )) {{ }} [[ ]] (( )) {{ }} [[ ]] (( )) {{ }} [[ ]] (( )) {{ }} [[ ]] (( )) {{ }} [[ ]] (( )) {{ }} [[ ]] (( )) {{ }} [[ ]] So, what did you think? My next chapter might be longer. If have any ideas or advice for me, please tell me in an e-mail or in a review. I'm also looking for someone to help me beta this fic, so if you are interested tell me in a review or send me an e-mail.
*~*~*~ Iced Mahina~*~*~*