Whenever You Call

Written by Venus

Disclaimer: I do not own anything except the plot.

A/N: Okay, I'm gonna try and put in less A/Ns this time as someone told me that they ruin the flow.anyhoo, there's a bit of ahem - erm, a touch more action in this chappie.please R+R! Also, I have edited the first chapter a bit. For those who don't want to read it again, it's Harry's 6th year and Cho's 7th.
Chapter 2

Harry, Ron, Hermione were preparing to go through the barrier at King's Cross Station to get to Platform 9 ¾. Harry took a deep breath, ran straight at the seemingly solid wall - and two seconds later found himself in front of the gleaming red Hogwarts Express. After dumping his trunk in the luggage compartment, he found a seat with Ron and Hermione. He secretly hoped that this train ride would go a bit better than last year's, in which Draco Malfoy, flanked with his two cronies, Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle, had appeared, and as usual, set off (or nearly, anyway) a riot. However, his wish wasn't granted as he saw a flash of sleek blonde hair.

"Oh look boys, it's Saint Potter and his faithful sidekicks, Weasel and Mudblood!" He drawled. "Sooo.is Saint Potter going to pull off another amazing stunt and save the day again?" He laughed nastily, and Crabbe and Goyle did a feeble "ha ha". "Perhaps not, now that the Dark Lord's back - and he still hasn't been defeated.after all, Saint Potter didn't manage it last time, did he?"

Harry, who had been clenching his fists and gritting his teeth while Malfoy had been talking, suddenly stopped, dropped his glare from Malfoy, and looked at his shoes. Ron, noticing, went red with anger, and told Malfoy to do something no one in their right mind would say in front of Professor McGonagall. Malfoy, however, just sneered and said vindictively,

"Oh, is the not - so - great Saint Potter going to cry?"

He laughed harshly, and left the compartment. Crabbe and Goyle followed.

"Ignore him, Harry," said Hermione firmly. "Just ignore him.he doesn't know what he's talking about."

"It was my fault though, wasn't it?" Harry said thickly, a tear threatening to fall. He had not cried about Cedric Diggory's death, or anything for that matter that was linked with the events at the end of his 4th year since the night when he had been in the Hospital Wing, being comforted by Mrs. Weasley, Ron's mother. "He's right. If it wasn't for me then he would still be alive and -"

He was interrupted by Hermione, who had slapped him hard across the cheek.

"Where's Harry and who are you?" she sighed. Seeing Harry look blankly at her, she continued " Harry, what is wrong with you? He is talking rubbish, and you know it. Come on! Stop rambling on!"

Harry nodded glumly, but remained silent for most of the journey.

After a few uneventful hours, they arrived at Hogwarts, and settled down in their places and looked expectantly at their plates. After the feast, another surprise was waiting in store for Harry. After the desert plates had been cleared, and everyone was going to their dormitories, Cho came up to Harry and said,

"Harry? If you're free, I was wondering if I could meet you this Saturday by the lake at about 11 o' clock? There's something I want to ask you."

"Oh! Erm - yeah, okay then."

"Are you sure? You are free, aren't you?"

"Yes! I mean," he said, trying to cover up his hasty response, "yeah, sure."

"Okay, great! Thanks, Harry!" she replied, before heading off to her common room.

Ron smirked.

"What did she want?" he said in a tone that clearly meant that he already knew.

"She wants to meet me at the lake on Saturday," replied Harry, grinning from ear to ear.

"Oh does she now? Oh, I wonder what she wants." Ron said very sarcastically.

* * *

The week passed fairly quickly, and Saturday came. Harry went down to the lake at the time Cho had suggested, to find that she was already there, staring across the lake, apparently deep in thought. Harry sat down next to her. She jumped, before smiling.

"Hi, Harry."

"Hi Cho. What did you want to ask me?" he inquired, his heart thumping madly.

"I - well, I kind of wanted to ask you how - how Cedric died."

"Oh," said Harry dejectedly, his stomach dropping. "Erm - if you don't mind, why didn't you - ask me before?"

"I don't know.I guess I wasn't really ready. Look, you don't have to," she said, starting to get up.

Harry's mind was racing. Stop her, he thought. Tell her.she deserves that much.

"No, it's okay, I'll tell you," he said, and she sat back down again. Harry too, stared across the lake.it was a sunny day, and the sun's rays hit the waves, making it sparkle and shimmer like diamonds. He took a deep breath, and began to tell her everything, but when he reached the part where Wormtail had drawn out his wand and began to say the incantation for the killing curse, his voice choked and he found that he couldn't carry on.

"It's okay, Harry. I understand," she said quietly.

Harry looked at her face, streaked with tears, and distantly realising that his face also had a tear running down it.

"I'm sorry. You must blame me for everything."

"What makes you say that?" she said sharply. "I don't blame you Harry.why would I? There was nothing you could do." She paused, before suddenly saying, "Why did he leave me Harry?"

Harry couldn't think of anything to say, so he simply wrapped his arms around her, trying to comfort her. He could feel her breath on his neck, and he did the only thing that seemed right at that moment. He lifted her chin up, and pulled her face towards his.slowly, their lips met.
A/N: So, what did you think? Please review! The next chappie will be up soon, depending on how many reviews I get. =D