Skeletons in the Closet
Chapter Three- Back to Hogwarts
Disclaimer: I promise I have not stolen J.K's characters, locked them up in my wardrobe, made them perform bondage on my pet slug etc.
Notes: Thankyou to all my reviewers, I was really surprised to get so much positive and helpful feedback! Also, in this story, Harry met and fancied Cho in second year, ok? Lets crack on then *rolls up sleeves, cracks open a beer and removes the whips from the pet slug*
*Back To Hogwarts*
It was a funny sight, even if you were magical. No less than 7 redheads, clearly in the same family, all leaning against the barrier between Platforms Nine and Ten in Kings Cross. Then disappearing.
Arthur, Molly, Percy, Fred, George, Ron and Ginny Weasley fell through the barrier and all started speaking at the same time. "Mum, are you sure you packed my Standard Book of Spells Grade Two?" "Fred, dear, grab that can of Bowflower Juice, will you? It's making a bid for freedom..." "Hey, George, there's Lee, look, c'mon-" "Father, must dash, Head Boy and Girl have to meet up-" "Molly, calm down, they're going back to school, not a concentration camp-" "HEY! HARRY! HI!!!' The entire family stopped at Ron's outburst and turned to see the Boy Who Lived strolling up the platform, his joy at seeing his friends for the first time in six weeks obvious. "Hi, Ron. You seen Hermione anywhere? I'm dying to know her news, she says she's got someone new! Completely unlike her, eh?" Harry trailed off as he remembered. Stupid git, he thought. Ron's just gotten over Hermione and now I've gone and put my foor in it again. "What? Did you say she was going out with someone new?" Ron's ears had gone fuschia, not a good sign. Harry attempted to change the subject by becoming overtly interested in Fred's jacket, which didn't work, as Fed informed him he'd spent all of last summer wearing it, when Harry had been staying at the Burrow and admired it then. Ron grabbed Harry's arm. "Harry! Is that why she didn't reply to any of my letters? Harry!" "Ron! Just...relax, OK? There's probably a perfectly reasonable explanation for it, I probably got it wrong....what's up?"
Harry followed Ron's line of vision to see Hermione hugging a very pretty Oriental girl, slightly taller than her. They had a colour to their faces he didn't think had anything to do with the weather. "Oi, Harry, isn't that Ravenclaw's Seeker?" Said Ron, voicing Harry's thoughts. "You know, whats-her-name, Ching or something..." "Cho." Harry sounded that one syllable with a sinking heart. "Yeah, it's Cho Chang." Ron looked stumped. "Isn't she the one you-" Harry had an odd feeling that he didn't want to see Hermione with Cho. Then it hit him. Hermione. With Cho. With. Ron wasn't far behind. (For a change.) "Bloody hell! Harry, you don't think she's Hermione's new...well, person, do you?" Harry picked up his trunk and Hedwig's cage, turned smartly and marched towards the train. "Let's not stay to find out."
******* It felt amazing to be hugging Cho. Touching her at all did the tingly thing that I got with Ron....but intensified a thousand times. She really was so beautiful I couldn't believe she fell in love with me at all. She could have had her pick of everyone, but she picked..me. I can't even begin to try and describe how that felt. Her black glossy hair fell on mine when we hugged, her sooty eyelashes brushed by cheek, and when her skin touched mine...her beautiful coffee skin...I knew that whatever my parents felt, this was right. I couldn't wait tot tell Ron and Harry. Speaking of....I turned around a caught a glimpse of a gangly ginger form clambering into a carriage behind a small, thin, dark one. I took one last look at Cho, said good bye then ran over. "Hi! Harry, Ron, wait 'til you hear, you won't believe-" SLAM. I The carriage door was deliberately shut in my face. Ron's familiar, freckled face glared at me through it. "Why don't you go with HER?" He mouthed. Cho came up silently behind me, slid her hand in mine, and whispered: "Looks like you're travelling with me." Dazed, but worried, I followed her.
(A/N:) OK, longer this time! Yeah Ithought there should be some conflict in the stroy instead of pure fluff.....yay. R&R, please!
Chapter Three- Back to Hogwarts
Disclaimer: I promise I have not stolen J.K's characters, locked them up in my wardrobe, made them perform bondage on my pet slug etc.
Notes: Thankyou to all my reviewers, I was really surprised to get so much positive and helpful feedback! Also, in this story, Harry met and fancied Cho in second year, ok? Lets crack on then *rolls up sleeves, cracks open a beer and removes the whips from the pet slug*
*Back To Hogwarts*
It was a funny sight, even if you were magical. No less than 7 redheads, clearly in the same family, all leaning against the barrier between Platforms Nine and Ten in Kings Cross. Then disappearing.
Arthur, Molly, Percy, Fred, George, Ron and Ginny Weasley fell through the barrier and all started speaking at the same time. "Mum, are you sure you packed my Standard Book of Spells Grade Two?" "Fred, dear, grab that can of Bowflower Juice, will you? It's making a bid for freedom..." "Hey, George, there's Lee, look, c'mon-" "Father, must dash, Head Boy and Girl have to meet up-" "Molly, calm down, they're going back to school, not a concentration camp-" "HEY! HARRY! HI!!!' The entire family stopped at Ron's outburst and turned to see the Boy Who Lived strolling up the platform, his joy at seeing his friends for the first time in six weeks obvious. "Hi, Ron. You seen Hermione anywhere? I'm dying to know her news, she says she's got someone new! Completely unlike her, eh?" Harry trailed off as he remembered. Stupid git, he thought. Ron's just gotten over Hermione and now I've gone and put my foor in it again. "What? Did you say she was going out with someone new?" Ron's ears had gone fuschia, not a good sign. Harry attempted to change the subject by becoming overtly interested in Fred's jacket, which didn't work, as Fed informed him he'd spent all of last summer wearing it, when Harry had been staying at the Burrow and admired it then. Ron grabbed Harry's arm. "Harry! Is that why she didn't reply to any of my letters? Harry!" "Ron! Just...relax, OK? There's probably a perfectly reasonable explanation for it, I probably got it wrong....what's up?"
Harry followed Ron's line of vision to see Hermione hugging a very pretty Oriental girl, slightly taller than her. They had a colour to their faces he didn't think had anything to do with the weather. "Oi, Harry, isn't that Ravenclaw's Seeker?" Said Ron, voicing Harry's thoughts. "You know, whats-her-name, Ching or something..." "Cho." Harry sounded that one syllable with a sinking heart. "Yeah, it's Cho Chang." Ron looked stumped. "Isn't she the one you-" Harry had an odd feeling that he didn't want to see Hermione with Cho. Then it hit him. Hermione. With Cho. With. Ron wasn't far behind. (For a change.) "Bloody hell! Harry, you don't think she's Hermione's new...well, person, do you?" Harry picked up his trunk and Hedwig's cage, turned smartly and marched towards the train. "Let's not stay to find out."
******* It felt amazing to be hugging Cho. Touching her at all did the tingly thing that I got with Ron....but intensified a thousand times. She really was so beautiful I couldn't believe she fell in love with me at all. She could have had her pick of everyone, but she picked..me. I can't even begin to try and describe how that felt. Her black glossy hair fell on mine when we hugged, her sooty eyelashes brushed by cheek, and when her skin touched mine...her beautiful coffee skin...I knew that whatever my parents felt, this was right. I couldn't wait tot tell Ron and Harry. Speaking of....I turned around a caught a glimpse of a gangly ginger form clambering into a carriage behind a small, thin, dark one. I took one last look at Cho, said good bye then ran over. "Hi! Harry, Ron, wait 'til you hear, you won't believe-" SLAM. I The carriage door was deliberately shut in my face. Ron's familiar, freckled face glared at me through it. "Why don't you go with HER?" He mouthed. Cho came up silently behind me, slid her hand in mine, and whispered: "Looks like you're travelling with me." Dazed, but worried, I followed her.
(A/N:) OK, longer this time! Yeah Ithought there should be some conflict in the stroy instead of pure fluff.....yay. R&R, please!