Cho
By: Catty Engles
The liquid moon floated on the school lake's back, casting feathery rays of light to dance upon the crest of each lapping wave. Harry sat under an oak not far from the lake's edge. He took his glasses off to rub at his exhausted eyes. He had escaped from that awful hag who called herself a human. Umbridge was becoming more than a formidable foe to Harry. She was becoming the scourge of his life.
Sighing, he rested his head on the rough bark, letting his hand play along the windswept grass. The scars were still there "I must not tell lies" and he believed they would never completely fade. The angry red line traced itself, etched out in moonlight under the sheltering oak.
Carefully he shifted until he could not be seen from the castle's windows. It would be bad enough if he was caught out after curfew, which he had no doubt he was violating, but if Snape or Umbridge caught him... He let his mind wander, debating which teacher he hated most. Umbridge won.
Readjusting his glasses, Harry gazed at the moon, laced in tendrils of cloud. He closed his eyes, wishing he could feel the peace that the school grounds radiated tonight.
Footsteps.
Harry whirled around too late. He had drawn his wand but the approaching foe would be able to still catch him off guard. Cho's black hair caught the moonlight, more so it seemed that her hair and eyes were the focal point of the moonlight. Harry felt a tinge of red crawling onto his cheeks. He lowered his wand, muttering a hasty apology before plopping back down in his accustomed place by the oak's trunk.
Cho looked a tad frightened for a moment to see the wild anger that was so close to the surface these days bubble up in Harry. She knew he was under immense amounts of stress ... especially after his detentions. Being a girl, Cho noticed more than Harry would have counted on.
She had noted the appearance of the oddly shaped scars on the back of his hand.
With a rustling of grass, Cho sat down beside him, glancing sidelong at his upturned face. "It's really beautiful tonight." She murmured. Harry jumped at the sound of her voice so near his neck. He would have moved away but he couldn't quite convince himself that he didn't like the feeling of her breath on his cheek.
"It's only a half moon." Harry observed nonchalantly. Catching himself too late, that was definitely not something you'd say to be romantic. Wait a second, why did he want to be romantic? The red tinge intensified into a blush.
Cho didn't answer for a moment, instead she gazed at the moon for a while, "There's something alluring about them." She stated, "They're not exactly picturesque but it's still the same moon, beautiful even in halves or quarters."
Harry let the silence stretch between them, still staring at the moon. Intent on keeping the conversation going, he turned towards Cho to comment on something stupid, he was sure, but found he couldn't. Cho's lips had swallowed whatever he was going to say, pressed against his own.
Before he could fully realize what had happened, Cho had pulled away. "Harry, I'm sorry." She look desperate, "I didn't mean... it was supposed to be a kiss... on the cheek."
Harry couldn't respond. He stared dumbly at her, completely lost for words. Cho's cheeks reddened a redder red than even Harry's did. She bit her lip then sped off in the direction of the castle.
Harry was still dumbfounded. What a weird way to kiss. It was more like a half kiss... under a half moon.
*** I'm kinda running out of "contenders" so if you would be so kind to suggest whatever one you would like to see next, I would be eternally grateful.
By: Catty Engles
The liquid moon floated on the school lake's back, casting feathery rays of light to dance upon the crest of each lapping wave. Harry sat under an oak not far from the lake's edge. He took his glasses off to rub at his exhausted eyes. He had escaped from that awful hag who called herself a human. Umbridge was becoming more than a formidable foe to Harry. She was becoming the scourge of his life.
Sighing, he rested his head on the rough bark, letting his hand play along the windswept grass. The scars were still there "I must not tell lies" and he believed they would never completely fade. The angry red line traced itself, etched out in moonlight under the sheltering oak.
Carefully he shifted until he could not be seen from the castle's windows. It would be bad enough if he was caught out after curfew, which he had no doubt he was violating, but if Snape or Umbridge caught him... He let his mind wander, debating which teacher he hated most. Umbridge won.
Readjusting his glasses, Harry gazed at the moon, laced in tendrils of cloud. He closed his eyes, wishing he could feel the peace that the school grounds radiated tonight.
Footsteps.
Harry whirled around too late. He had drawn his wand but the approaching foe would be able to still catch him off guard. Cho's black hair caught the moonlight, more so it seemed that her hair and eyes were the focal point of the moonlight. Harry felt a tinge of red crawling onto his cheeks. He lowered his wand, muttering a hasty apology before plopping back down in his accustomed place by the oak's trunk.
Cho looked a tad frightened for a moment to see the wild anger that was so close to the surface these days bubble up in Harry. She knew he was under immense amounts of stress ... especially after his detentions. Being a girl, Cho noticed more than Harry would have counted on.
She had noted the appearance of the oddly shaped scars on the back of his hand.
With a rustling of grass, Cho sat down beside him, glancing sidelong at his upturned face. "It's really beautiful tonight." She murmured. Harry jumped at the sound of her voice so near his neck. He would have moved away but he couldn't quite convince himself that he didn't like the feeling of her breath on his cheek.
"It's only a half moon." Harry observed nonchalantly. Catching himself too late, that was definitely not something you'd say to be romantic. Wait a second, why did he want to be romantic? The red tinge intensified into a blush.
Cho didn't answer for a moment, instead she gazed at the moon for a while, "There's something alluring about them." She stated, "They're not exactly picturesque but it's still the same moon, beautiful even in halves or quarters."
Harry let the silence stretch between them, still staring at the moon. Intent on keeping the conversation going, he turned towards Cho to comment on something stupid, he was sure, but found he couldn't. Cho's lips had swallowed whatever he was going to say, pressed against his own.
Before he could fully realize what had happened, Cho had pulled away. "Harry, I'm sorry." She look desperate, "I didn't mean... it was supposed to be a kiss... on the cheek."
Harry couldn't respond. He stared dumbly at her, completely lost for words. Cho's cheeks reddened a redder red than even Harry's did. She bit her lip then sped off in the direction of the castle.
Harry was still dumbfounded. What a weird way to kiss. It was more like a half kiss... under a half moon.
*** I'm kinda running out of "contenders" so if you would be so kind to suggest whatever one you would like to see next, I would be eternally grateful.