A/N: HIIII!!!! I'm back, and I'm ready to go! Sorry about last chapter. It
was being stupid. -__-' thanks to all the reviewers!!! Helped me a lot, you
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Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter and/or any such related characters and/or plots. Thanks.
I've been thinking, everyone. Would this fanfic make more sense if it were in Harry's sixth year? I know the beginning's kinda wack, but it's turned out to be better as sixth. Right? Hmm. well
THIS IS HARRY'S SIXTH YEAR!! NOT FIFTH!!!
And I don't recall if Ron and Hermione have had their first kiss yet. But I assure you, it will happen. wink wink, lol
Hehe here: ~ Always Remember ~ Sirius Black ~ Cedric Diggory ~
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Chapter 9
Ron stared at the door as he slammed it behind him and went towards it. Hermione stopped him, looking at Remus.
He sighed. "Ron, Harry needs some time to think. Let him be for a while," he said, his arms folded and shaking his head. Ron nodded.
"Letsgo, 'Mione," Ron muttered, his head facing down. She nodded, putting on a fake smile for Professor Lupin. He waved and watched in silence as they left.
When the door shut, Remus looked around. He looked at the Foe Glasses that lined the four corners and the shelves full of completely still Sneakaskopes, some bigger than others. There were other Anti-Dark Arts equipment that he was sure that Dumbledore's Army hadn't got around to learning about yet.
He sighed and stared at the door in which Harry left.
'It must be really hard for him. I can't believe I said I know how he feels. That was incredibly stupid, Moony. He'll probably hate you now.
'No, he won't. He can't. I'm all he has left. no! that was incredibly conceited of you Moony. How could you ever THINK that?! Ugh, I wish Padfoot were here. He would know what to do. but alas, if he were here we probably wouldn't even be in this mess.' Remus fought with himself. He rubbed his temples with his two fingers and sighed.
He picked himself up and headed towards the door. He sighed as he tilted his head the slightest bit (it was still facing downward) so he could look back one more time at the Room of Requirement, and left for his office.
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Harry was fuming in his empty boys' dormitory. How could Remus ever think that he knew what he was going through?! HE wasn't forced the fate of the whole world atop his shoulders. HE didn't know what that was like. All HE had to do was help the Order. and he couldn't even defeat Voldemort himself. So what was he to say that he knew how he was feeling?! Nobody did! Nobody knew exactly how life was for him right now.
Sure, he had the perfect girlfriend and he was famous, but that wasn't anything to be extremely overjoyed about. He was terrified. Being famous was the worst thing to happen to him, other than being born and then marked for death. literally. Kill or be killed. That's his life functionary motto. How pathetic.
All that AND Cho's seventeenth birthday was coming up on the day before Christmas. What a nightmare.
Harry was completely furious, and he didn't exactly know why. Remus was just trying to be the caring guy he is, especially now since. since Sirius is gone.
Harry slammed his head against the wall. How stupid of him! Remus was just trying to help, and he blew up at him! He broke trust in the only person who can be a parent to him right now, and he'll probably hate him, Harry, too.
Harry fell onto the bed and let out a long-awaited, muffled scream into his pillow.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~ (A/N: Aye, major Fluffiness on the horizon, matey. lol. This is odd. I never write fluff. O.o)
Ron and Hermione walked side-by-side around the lake. Soon as well, they came to a spot where there were trees surrounding it and ending at the lake, a very small clearing. It was about five feet wide at most, and it went about five feet back and ended at the lake. It was a perfect place to sit and talk without being disturbed, because nobody would be able to see you very well. Ron smiled.
They both sat down, leaned up against a tree. Hermione started to speak.
"Ron, I'm getting really worried about Harry. Ever since Sirius died, he's been looking and obviously feeling so glum and down. and now all he has left is Remus, and he's mad at him too. I don't know what to do, Ron. What if he breaks down, and what if he feels helpless? What are we going to do then?"
Hermione started to cry. Ron put his arm around her and pulled her close. He said, "We can't worry too much about Harry, because I know that he will be perfectly fine. He has never let us down before, and I know that he never will."
He touched the tip of her nose and she smiled. Just as he did, the wind picked up and she shivered. Ron pulled her even closer to him and the wind died down. Hermione leaned onto him and smiled.
A few short moments later, the wind picked up again and snow, pure white and soft, started to gently fall from the sky.
Hermione grinned and stood up, running into the part of the clearing where there was a large-ish gap between the tree balconies. She spun in circles, her arms wide, facing the falling snow. It landed on her face gently, and it lay in her hair.
Ron stared as she finally came to a stop and stared at him, grinning. She motioned for him to come to her, and he did so, after a moment.
In Ron's opinion, Hermione looked like a snow goddess. Her arms open wide, the snow twinkling in her hair and on her face. Her brown eyes glittered as she smiled at him, and Ron realized that she loved the snow. A blanket of snow now covered the ground as he got up and walked next to her, taking her into his arms.
Hermione leaned her back against him, and they both stared up into the now- risen cresent moon. The snow fell on their eyelashes and hair, making them appear as if they had flecks of white hair mixed with their regular colors.
Ron heard Hermione sigh, and he asked, "What is it, Hermione?" he turned her around and gave her a small hug before looking into her chocolate-brown eyes.
She smiled and turned back around to lean against him. "I love the snow, and I always have. Especially the first fall. It's so. wonderful." She breathed in and let it out, still smiling.
Ron grinned. "I love the snow too, you know. Fred and George always used to shove me in it, so after a while you learn to love it."
Hermione laughed and turned around to stare into his blue eyes. For a while they just stood their, Ron holding her close in his arms, allowing the snow to fall on them.
Snow fell on Hermione's eyelashes as she looked up into his eyes. She looked like an angel, Ron thought, as he watched the moonlight dance along with the falling snow. He smiled and leaned into her, shutting his eyes.
Hermione did so also, and they shared their very long-awaited first kiss.
They split apart, and Hermione gave him a hug, her face red but a dreamy look plastered it. They stood their in each other's arms for a long while, saying nothing. They didn't have to. They understood every single thing through that kiss. Sparks flew. Hermione thought she was almost absolutely sure that he was the one.
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Harry got up off his bed, with a sudden guilty feeling. He knew he should go apologize to Remus. And that's what he was intending to do.
Grabbing his shoes and sliding them on, he reached into his trunk to grab his Invisibility cloak and the Marauder's Map. Before he wrapped it over his head, he stared outside. It was snowing!
He smiled, and then pulled the cloak over his head, becoming completely invisible, just as Seamus Finnigan and Dean Thomas entered the dorm, laughing and talking, about to go to sleep.
He slid out the door before they could shut it and went down to the Common Room. It wasn't really packed, only about five or six people working on homework, but there were enough people there that he could and most possibly would get caught if he dare bother to open the portrait.
Most fortunately, Ron and Hermione just walked in the Common Room. Harry noticed how close they were standing and then realized that they were holding hands that were covered by warm, woolen and yarn gloves that Mrs. Weasley obviously made for Ron a few years ago.
He smiled at them and then realized that the portrait of the Fat Lady would soon be shutting, so he ran, not much bothering to slide past people but pushed them away, and slid through the small hole before the portrait slammed shut behind him, just after the Invisibility Cloak flicked through. (A/N: Holy shit, that was a paragraph-long sentence. ^____~)
"Phew," Harry said, leaning against the wall. He knew that people were wondering what happened, but he continued to slowly walk. He really needed to apologize to Remus, and not dawdle on petty things like people getting suspicious of the invisible person who pushed them out of his way.
Harry rose from his spot on the wall and made sure that the Invisibility Cloak covered his feet and he pulled out the Marauder's Map, to make sure he knew where he was going and that he wouldn't run into anybody on the way.
Thankfully, he didn't meet anybody until he reached the third floor, which was where Remus's office was. In fact, he came across Mrs. Norris about ten feet away from his office. He walked right past her, however, and ran to Remus's office. He knocked.
"Come in, Harry," Remus's voice came from inside. Harry heard the scratching of a quill as if he were correcting papers and what not.
Harry twisted the door handle and walked inside. After a while, Remus said, "Take off the cloak and stay a while," offering him a seat across from his desk.
Harry laughed at his own stupidity and took off the cloak, setting it on the armrest. He sat down and watched Remus for a while, watching the elegant eagle-feather quill etch letters onto the parchment with red-ish colored ink. There was a stack of papers that looked as though they had already been corrected. Remus set down his quill, folded his hands, leaned back into his chair and looked at Harry.
Harry sighed. "I'm sorry for yelling at you before. It's just, I have everything on my shoulders, and now that Sirius is gone. Well, everything's just been piling up and I haven't been able to let it out."
"Say no more, Harry, I completely understand. Don't yell at me for saying that, because I do understand." Harry smiled at him and he continued. "I know that Padfoot was like the father you never really had and well now I'm left. And I know I'm not nearly as good of a, a. supervisor as James or Sirius and I never will be, because I'm the strict, rule-abiding professor- "
Harry interrupted him right then and there. "Look, Remus, you are great. You've helped me, a lot, through this, with Sirius's death and everything that's been happening so far. it's just. I don't know. Maybe it's just that I have everything bad I could imagine happening to me, and it's just not fitting in and working with me right now."
Remus sighed and rubbed his eyes. A smile twitched on his lips. "Harry, I just really want you to know that I'm here whenever you really need me. okay? So don't be afraid to ask on anything."
"Thanks," Harry replied. He sat for a moment, and then said, "And what do you get and do for a sixteen-year-old girl for her seventeenth birthday? And Christmas?"
Remus chuckled and Harry smiled, but he was nervous. He had no idea what to get Cho for her birthday- plus it was the day before Christmas.
"Well, if it's coming up. is it right around Christmas?" Remus asked.
Harry nodded. "The day before." He felt a little strange. This was usually something he would ask Sirius. He'd never pictured himself asking Remus Lupin on girl troubles. He inwardly laughed at that, figuring that he would be asking Remus a lot of things later on in life.
"Well." Remus paused. "Well, who is she?"
Harry blushed. "Cho Chang," he muttered.
"Oh, the Seeker for Ravenclaw. Nice catch," Remus laughed at that. Harry realized that many people had said that recently. "Well, you may as well do something like a moonlight broomstick ride.. Or something like that. Then you should get her. hmm." Remus looked as though he were remembering back to what he or James and Sirius did back in the days of the Marauders. "Aha, I remember. James got your mother a golden locket with her name etched into it on her seventeenth birthday. Maybe you should get that for Miss Chang. Or a bracelet. Or something."
Harry thought for a moment. "Maybe a Snitch necklace, with her name etched into it? I mean, she loves Quidditch."
"Brilliant, Harry. Positively brilliant. Then you'll have to do that for her. And, maybe a little something else you could find at this shop." He winked as he wrote down a name of a shop in Hogsmeade that was obviously a jewelry store, or something. It was called, "Madame Jherika's Gifts, Tips, and Tricks for everyone."
Harry grinned and said, "Thanks, Remus. That was really helpful." Harry got up to leave.
"Your welcome. See you in class."
Harry nodded and left, sliding the Invisibility Cloak on before he did so, a grin plastered on his face.
He walked back to the Gryffindor Common Room, and went to his dormitory. He was very tired, even though it was barely eleven o'clock at night. He could hear Ron's snores, though, and a small muffled, "Her. mione." coming form him. He smiled and started to wonder what happened on that walk of theirs, or wherever they went.
But at that moment, all he could honestly focus on was Cho. Cho, Cho, Cho, Cho, Cho. Her name rang in his head, constantly. The grin seemed to be permanently glued to his face as he thought about her, and how much she might like the gift (or maybe more than one gift) that he was going to get for her.
A pang of nervousness passed through him as he took off his shoes and lay down on his bed. What if she DIDN'T like her gift? What if it reminded her of Cedric? But what if it didn't, and she really didn't just want it?
He bit his nail, all sorts of questions of that sort running through his head.
"Chill out Harry," he whispered to himself. "She'll like it."
He leaned on his elbows and crawled into his covers, wondering when he got into his pajamas. He shook his head, however and took off his glasses, setting them on his bedside table. Continuous snores from Neville and Ron protruded from either side of him. Then he wondered how he ever got to sleep with all that noise, but decided to ignore it.
The grin was back on his face. He just couldn't wait until the next Hogsmeade visit rolled around. Then he could drag Ron to the shop with him (and maybe even Hermione, if she wanted) and pick out what he would think Cho would like. He knew it would be very hard to do, but at least it would make Cho happy..
He fell onto his pillow, making a mental note to remember the name of Madame Jherika's store and what he would ask for, and started to fall asleep, soon to have fantastic dreams about Cho.
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Well, that was a splendid chapter! I liked it. I even liked the fluffy RW/HG part!! I usually don't write fluff. In fact, I never write it. Until I wrote this story. I found it's quite enjoyable. LOL not really. Action/Adventure is better. Hehehehe. well
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Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter and/or any such related characters and/or plots. Thanks.
I've been thinking, everyone. Would this fanfic make more sense if it were in Harry's sixth year? I know the beginning's kinda wack, but it's turned out to be better as sixth. Right? Hmm. well
THIS IS HARRY'S SIXTH YEAR!! NOT FIFTH!!!
And I don't recall if Ron and Hermione have had their first kiss yet. But I assure you, it will happen. wink wink, lol
Hehe here: ~ Always Remember ~ Sirius Black ~ Cedric Diggory ~
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Chapter 9
Ron stared at the door as he slammed it behind him and went towards it. Hermione stopped him, looking at Remus.
He sighed. "Ron, Harry needs some time to think. Let him be for a while," he said, his arms folded and shaking his head. Ron nodded.
"Letsgo, 'Mione," Ron muttered, his head facing down. She nodded, putting on a fake smile for Professor Lupin. He waved and watched in silence as they left.
When the door shut, Remus looked around. He looked at the Foe Glasses that lined the four corners and the shelves full of completely still Sneakaskopes, some bigger than others. There were other Anti-Dark Arts equipment that he was sure that Dumbledore's Army hadn't got around to learning about yet.
He sighed and stared at the door in which Harry left.
'It must be really hard for him. I can't believe I said I know how he feels. That was incredibly stupid, Moony. He'll probably hate you now.
'No, he won't. He can't. I'm all he has left. no! that was incredibly conceited of you Moony. How could you ever THINK that?! Ugh, I wish Padfoot were here. He would know what to do. but alas, if he were here we probably wouldn't even be in this mess.' Remus fought with himself. He rubbed his temples with his two fingers and sighed.
He picked himself up and headed towards the door. He sighed as he tilted his head the slightest bit (it was still facing downward) so he could look back one more time at the Room of Requirement, and left for his office.
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Harry was fuming in his empty boys' dormitory. How could Remus ever think that he knew what he was going through?! HE wasn't forced the fate of the whole world atop his shoulders. HE didn't know what that was like. All HE had to do was help the Order. and he couldn't even defeat Voldemort himself. So what was he to say that he knew how he was feeling?! Nobody did! Nobody knew exactly how life was for him right now.
Sure, he had the perfect girlfriend and he was famous, but that wasn't anything to be extremely overjoyed about. He was terrified. Being famous was the worst thing to happen to him, other than being born and then marked for death. literally. Kill or be killed. That's his life functionary motto. How pathetic.
All that AND Cho's seventeenth birthday was coming up on the day before Christmas. What a nightmare.
Harry was completely furious, and he didn't exactly know why. Remus was just trying to be the caring guy he is, especially now since. since Sirius is gone.
Harry slammed his head against the wall. How stupid of him! Remus was just trying to help, and he blew up at him! He broke trust in the only person who can be a parent to him right now, and he'll probably hate him, Harry, too.
Harry fell onto the bed and let out a long-awaited, muffled scream into his pillow.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~ (A/N: Aye, major Fluffiness on the horizon, matey. lol. This is odd. I never write fluff. O.o)
Ron and Hermione walked side-by-side around the lake. Soon as well, they came to a spot where there were trees surrounding it and ending at the lake, a very small clearing. It was about five feet wide at most, and it went about five feet back and ended at the lake. It was a perfect place to sit and talk without being disturbed, because nobody would be able to see you very well. Ron smiled.
They both sat down, leaned up against a tree. Hermione started to speak.
"Ron, I'm getting really worried about Harry. Ever since Sirius died, he's been looking and obviously feeling so glum and down. and now all he has left is Remus, and he's mad at him too. I don't know what to do, Ron. What if he breaks down, and what if he feels helpless? What are we going to do then?"
Hermione started to cry. Ron put his arm around her and pulled her close. He said, "We can't worry too much about Harry, because I know that he will be perfectly fine. He has never let us down before, and I know that he never will."
He touched the tip of her nose and she smiled. Just as he did, the wind picked up and she shivered. Ron pulled her even closer to him and the wind died down. Hermione leaned onto him and smiled.
A few short moments later, the wind picked up again and snow, pure white and soft, started to gently fall from the sky.
Hermione grinned and stood up, running into the part of the clearing where there was a large-ish gap between the tree balconies. She spun in circles, her arms wide, facing the falling snow. It landed on her face gently, and it lay in her hair.
Ron stared as she finally came to a stop and stared at him, grinning. She motioned for him to come to her, and he did so, after a moment.
In Ron's opinion, Hermione looked like a snow goddess. Her arms open wide, the snow twinkling in her hair and on her face. Her brown eyes glittered as she smiled at him, and Ron realized that she loved the snow. A blanket of snow now covered the ground as he got up and walked next to her, taking her into his arms.
Hermione leaned her back against him, and they both stared up into the now- risen cresent moon. The snow fell on their eyelashes and hair, making them appear as if they had flecks of white hair mixed with their regular colors.
Ron heard Hermione sigh, and he asked, "What is it, Hermione?" he turned her around and gave her a small hug before looking into her chocolate-brown eyes.
She smiled and turned back around to lean against him. "I love the snow, and I always have. Especially the first fall. It's so. wonderful." She breathed in and let it out, still smiling.
Ron grinned. "I love the snow too, you know. Fred and George always used to shove me in it, so after a while you learn to love it."
Hermione laughed and turned around to stare into his blue eyes. For a while they just stood their, Ron holding her close in his arms, allowing the snow to fall on them.
Snow fell on Hermione's eyelashes as she looked up into his eyes. She looked like an angel, Ron thought, as he watched the moonlight dance along with the falling snow. He smiled and leaned into her, shutting his eyes.
Hermione did so also, and they shared their very long-awaited first kiss.
They split apart, and Hermione gave him a hug, her face red but a dreamy look plastered it. They stood their in each other's arms for a long while, saying nothing. They didn't have to. They understood every single thing through that kiss. Sparks flew. Hermione thought she was almost absolutely sure that he was the one.
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Harry got up off his bed, with a sudden guilty feeling. He knew he should go apologize to Remus. And that's what he was intending to do.
Grabbing his shoes and sliding them on, he reached into his trunk to grab his Invisibility cloak and the Marauder's Map. Before he wrapped it over his head, he stared outside. It was snowing!
He smiled, and then pulled the cloak over his head, becoming completely invisible, just as Seamus Finnigan and Dean Thomas entered the dorm, laughing and talking, about to go to sleep.
He slid out the door before they could shut it and went down to the Common Room. It wasn't really packed, only about five or six people working on homework, but there were enough people there that he could and most possibly would get caught if he dare bother to open the portrait.
Most fortunately, Ron and Hermione just walked in the Common Room. Harry noticed how close they were standing and then realized that they were holding hands that were covered by warm, woolen and yarn gloves that Mrs. Weasley obviously made for Ron a few years ago.
He smiled at them and then realized that the portrait of the Fat Lady would soon be shutting, so he ran, not much bothering to slide past people but pushed them away, and slid through the small hole before the portrait slammed shut behind him, just after the Invisibility Cloak flicked through. (A/N: Holy shit, that was a paragraph-long sentence. ^____~)
"Phew," Harry said, leaning against the wall. He knew that people were wondering what happened, but he continued to slowly walk. He really needed to apologize to Remus, and not dawdle on petty things like people getting suspicious of the invisible person who pushed them out of his way.
Harry rose from his spot on the wall and made sure that the Invisibility Cloak covered his feet and he pulled out the Marauder's Map, to make sure he knew where he was going and that he wouldn't run into anybody on the way.
Thankfully, he didn't meet anybody until he reached the third floor, which was where Remus's office was. In fact, he came across Mrs. Norris about ten feet away from his office. He walked right past her, however, and ran to Remus's office. He knocked.
"Come in, Harry," Remus's voice came from inside. Harry heard the scratching of a quill as if he were correcting papers and what not.
Harry twisted the door handle and walked inside. After a while, Remus said, "Take off the cloak and stay a while," offering him a seat across from his desk.
Harry laughed at his own stupidity and took off the cloak, setting it on the armrest. He sat down and watched Remus for a while, watching the elegant eagle-feather quill etch letters onto the parchment with red-ish colored ink. There was a stack of papers that looked as though they had already been corrected. Remus set down his quill, folded his hands, leaned back into his chair and looked at Harry.
Harry sighed. "I'm sorry for yelling at you before. It's just, I have everything on my shoulders, and now that Sirius is gone. Well, everything's just been piling up and I haven't been able to let it out."
"Say no more, Harry, I completely understand. Don't yell at me for saying that, because I do understand." Harry smiled at him and he continued. "I know that Padfoot was like the father you never really had and well now I'm left. And I know I'm not nearly as good of a, a. supervisor as James or Sirius and I never will be, because I'm the strict, rule-abiding professor- "
Harry interrupted him right then and there. "Look, Remus, you are great. You've helped me, a lot, through this, with Sirius's death and everything that's been happening so far. it's just. I don't know. Maybe it's just that I have everything bad I could imagine happening to me, and it's just not fitting in and working with me right now."
Remus sighed and rubbed his eyes. A smile twitched on his lips. "Harry, I just really want you to know that I'm here whenever you really need me. okay? So don't be afraid to ask on anything."
"Thanks," Harry replied. He sat for a moment, and then said, "And what do you get and do for a sixteen-year-old girl for her seventeenth birthday? And Christmas?"
Remus chuckled and Harry smiled, but he was nervous. He had no idea what to get Cho for her birthday- plus it was the day before Christmas.
"Well, if it's coming up. is it right around Christmas?" Remus asked.
Harry nodded. "The day before." He felt a little strange. This was usually something he would ask Sirius. He'd never pictured himself asking Remus Lupin on girl troubles. He inwardly laughed at that, figuring that he would be asking Remus a lot of things later on in life.
"Well." Remus paused. "Well, who is she?"
Harry blushed. "Cho Chang," he muttered.
"Oh, the Seeker for Ravenclaw. Nice catch," Remus laughed at that. Harry realized that many people had said that recently. "Well, you may as well do something like a moonlight broomstick ride.. Or something like that. Then you should get her. hmm." Remus looked as though he were remembering back to what he or James and Sirius did back in the days of the Marauders. "Aha, I remember. James got your mother a golden locket with her name etched into it on her seventeenth birthday. Maybe you should get that for Miss Chang. Or a bracelet. Or something."
Harry thought for a moment. "Maybe a Snitch necklace, with her name etched into it? I mean, she loves Quidditch."
"Brilliant, Harry. Positively brilliant. Then you'll have to do that for her. And, maybe a little something else you could find at this shop." He winked as he wrote down a name of a shop in Hogsmeade that was obviously a jewelry store, or something. It was called, "Madame Jherika's Gifts, Tips, and Tricks for everyone."
Harry grinned and said, "Thanks, Remus. That was really helpful." Harry got up to leave.
"Your welcome. See you in class."
Harry nodded and left, sliding the Invisibility Cloak on before he did so, a grin plastered on his face.
He walked back to the Gryffindor Common Room, and went to his dormitory. He was very tired, even though it was barely eleven o'clock at night. He could hear Ron's snores, though, and a small muffled, "Her. mione." coming form him. He smiled and started to wonder what happened on that walk of theirs, or wherever they went.
But at that moment, all he could honestly focus on was Cho. Cho, Cho, Cho, Cho, Cho. Her name rang in his head, constantly. The grin seemed to be permanently glued to his face as he thought about her, and how much she might like the gift (or maybe more than one gift) that he was going to get for her.
A pang of nervousness passed through him as he took off his shoes and lay down on his bed. What if she DIDN'T like her gift? What if it reminded her of Cedric? But what if it didn't, and she really didn't just want it?
He bit his nail, all sorts of questions of that sort running through his head.
"Chill out Harry," he whispered to himself. "She'll like it."
He leaned on his elbows and crawled into his covers, wondering when he got into his pajamas. He shook his head, however and took off his glasses, setting them on his bedside table. Continuous snores from Neville and Ron protruded from either side of him. Then he wondered how he ever got to sleep with all that noise, but decided to ignore it.
The grin was back on his face. He just couldn't wait until the next Hogsmeade visit rolled around. Then he could drag Ron to the shop with him (and maybe even Hermione, if she wanted) and pick out what he would think Cho would like. He knew it would be very hard to do, but at least it would make Cho happy..
He fell onto his pillow, making a mental note to remember the name of Madame Jherika's store and what he would ask for, and started to fall asleep, soon to have fantastic dreams about Cho.
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Well, that was a splendid chapter! I liked it. I even liked the fluffy RW/HG part!! I usually don't write fluff. In fact, I never write it. Until I wrote this story. I found it's quite enjoyable. LOL not really. Action/Adventure is better. Hehehehe. well
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