Sorry for the delay in my updates, I've been super busy with election day
and all, gotta make sure my GOPs win! Well, anyways, hope everyone is still
reading and enjoying. My updates might start to space out a bit because I
only have about four chapters left pre-written, I'm going to try to finish
another chapter tonight, so I'll update tomorrow and Wed. (oh, on a side
note, I'm absolutely hideous at writing Hagrid! Terrible I tell you! So
please no flames, I know that part it bad.)
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Chapter Twenty-Four: Hagrid's Lesson
There she was standing in front of the Great Hall's doors, chatting happily with one of her fellow seventh year. She hadn't noticed him yet, which suited him fine, it gave him a few extra minuets to collect his thoughts.
"Are you meeting Cho for lunch?" Hermione suddenly asked noticing Harry's eyes.
He turned away quickly, "well, she asked me to yesterday."
Hermione grinned and walked away without another word, her ability to leave well enough alone was one of his favorite qualities about her. He found his feet and walked over to the smiling dark haired girl.
"I was beginning to wonder if you were going to stand me up?" Cho said looking slightly flustered.
"Uh, so do you want me to sit with you at the Ravenclaw table?" Harry asked awkwardly.
She almost laughed, "I promise, we won't bit."
Harry nervously followed her past his comfortable Gryffindor table to the Ravenclaw table. The suspicious looks coming from her fellow house mates made him want to run.
"Hey Harry!" said a happy voice as he sat, "joining a winning house today?"
"You guys haven't won yet," Harry replied.
Terry Boots laughed, "yet being the key word."
The Marietta suddenly rose from her seat flashing Cho as cold look as she left.
"She's just mad at me, ignore her," Cho whispered over to Harry.
Cho smiled as she fixed herself a small plate, "I would introduce you to the rest of the seventh year Ravenclaws but most of them have Muggle Studies right now, I never did very well in that class."
Harry began to fix his own plate glancing over at his fellow Gryffindors.
"Would it make it easier if I promised next time we'd eat with the Gryffindors?" Cho questioned.
Harry looked surprised, "I'm fine, just not that hungry that's all." His barren plate contained once scoop of macaroni. Cho shook her head and began to fix his plate for him, "no wonder you're so skinny."
"I'm not skinny!" Harry rebutted suddenly feeling subconscious.
Cho smiled at him and set his food down in front of him, "I know you have a healthy appetite, I've seen you eat before."
"Have you been watching me?" he inquired, causing her to blush feverishly.
"Hey Cho! Are you fraternizing with the enemy?" called over the same boy who had warned Harry about getting information from Cho the previous night.
"Paul, get a life," Cho bellowed back as he approached.
"I don't think we've been properly introduced, I'm Paul Keebler the new Ravenclaw Keeper," he said extending his hand with a smile.
Harry took his hand, "pleasure."
He took a seat on the opposite side of Cho, and she shook her head annoyed, "Don't you have someone else to bug?"
"Nah, I'm curious what you and Potter over here are discussing?" he said peevishly.
Cho gave him a cold look, "I invited him to have lunch with me, do you have a problem with that?"
"Fine," Paul said holding his hands up in surrender, "watch yourself Potter."
Cho gritted her teeth, "he's my second cousin, my prying, annoying second cousin."
"Over protective?" Harry asked admiring her anger, since it wasn't being directed at him.
"Only protective of Quidditch, he thinks I'm telling your our team secrets," Cho confessed.
Harry grinned, "so, are you going to tell me your team secrets?"
"NO!" she replied shoving him playfully.
She placed another bit of food into her mouth and glanced at her watch, "I'm sorry, but I need to get going. I have to get to Potions, or Professor Snape will be furious."
"I'll walk you," Harry offered.
"I thought you had Care for Magical Creatures, isn't the dungeon a bit out of your way?" Cho questioned skeptically.
Harry thought about his response for a second before he responded, "it really isn't any bother."
Cho nodded and rose to her feet, quickly followed by Harry.
"If you keep paying so much attention to me, people are going to start to talk," Cho teased.
Harry's smile faded, "we're just friends, am I not allowed to talk to my friends?"
She suddenly stopped, "I was just making small talk. You don't have to get so offensive. Listen, maybe it's better you don't walk with me to class."
He looked at her slightly taken back, "what do you want me to do? Ask you to be my girlfriend, try to pretend things are simple between us?"
"I don't want you to do anything you don't want to do," Cho spat, "I'll see you around."
"Cho!" Harry yelled after her.
"What?" she asked turning around on the verge of tears.
Harry bit his bottom lip, "I don't want to fight with you."
Cho forced a smile, "I don't want to fight with you either."
While Harry was searching for his next words she left, walking at a brisk pace towards the Potions Master's dungeon.
There was no point in trying to chase her down right now, he'd just have to talk to her later. He turned and walked in the opposite direction, heading towards the courtyard. The cool winter air stung Harry's exposed skin, and he wrapped his scarf tightly around his neck to keep warm. Hagrid was already chatting with the students outside his hut.
Harry and Ron waved from the other side of the gathered students.
"He's going to bring out the Dragon egg today, I just know it," Ron said with worry.
Hermione rolled her eyes, "Dumbledore would never give Hagrid permission to hatch another Dragon. Plus, Hagrid learned his lesson with Norbert."
"Well, I guess its about time for us to start," Hagrid said happily.
He disappeared into his hut with a huge grin spread across his face. The students watched nervously as their burly game keeper finally reappeared with a big brown bag flung over his shoulder.
"Gots a special treat for ya'll today. Beautiful creatures, me favorites," Hagrid started.
"It's dragons, I knew it," Ron muttered again.
Hargrid carefully removed the sack from his shoulder and gently lowered it to the ground. Hermione let out a gasp as he pulled out three pristine dragon eggs.
"Aren't they beautiful?" Hagrid asked his class.
Harry took a deep breath, "I thought dragons weren't safe? Aren't they going to be difficult to control?"
"Indeed, Dumbledore agrees with ya Harry. That's why we ain't going to be hatchen them."
Hermione raised her hand, "then what are we going to do with them?"
Hagrid looked like he was about to cry, "poor little guys ain't gonna make it no ways. They should have hatched months ago. We're gonna crack these eggs open and study these here dragons hands on and such."
"But I thought Dragon eggs were protected by magic. How will we get into them?" Hermione continued.
Hagrid nodded, "indeed you're right Hermione. It ain't gonna easy, buts that's part of the fun. Now divide into groups, all of ya."
He held up the first egg, "this one is a egg from a Chinese Fireball, here Pavarti you take this one for your group."
The next egg had a beautiful red shell, "ah, this one from a Norwegian Ridgeback."
After handing it to another group he finally lifted the last one, "ye here possibly the most dangerous dragon alive, the Hungarian Horntail." He passed it over to Harry.
"Now, not gonna tell ya how to get into them. Gotta figure that out by yourself."
Hermione sighed loudly, "this is ridiculous, we haven't been assigned to read about dragon eggs yet."
Ron have a faked expression of shocked, "there's a subject Hermione hasn't read yet?"
Hermione looked at him coldly tapping the egg lightly with her wand.
"Maybe we should try to crack it like a chicken egg," Justin from Hufflepuff offered.
Ernie looked at him confused, "how do you crack a chicken egg?"
Hermione interrupted, "it doesn't matter, that won't work. These eggs have tremendously thick shells, and their protected by an ancient magic. It takes a great force, like a Dragon stomping on them to break though their shell."
"I thought you hadn't read about Dragon eggs yet?" Ernie questioned.
"I said we haven't been assigned to read about Dragon eggs yet, that doesn't mean I haven't read about them myself," she stated.
Harry shook his head, "so how do we get it open?"
Hermione took a deep breath, "rictus crakulous."
The egg didn't budge.
"Still looks the same to me," Ron joked.
Hermione glared at him coldly, "think you can do better?"
Ron smiled ignorantly, "naturally."
He pushed himself past Hermione and took the egg into his hand and smashed it to the floor. It rolled away unmarked.
Harry narrowed his eyes, "maybe if we use some type of pressure spell, you know the kind of pressure a dragon might have if it stepped on one."
"That's brilliant!" Justin exclaimed.
"Brilliant, but does anyone know of a spell like that?" Hermione inquired.
Ernie sneered, "you mean you don't know one?"
Hermione again cut another one of her cold glare, this time in Ernie's direction.
"Well, looks like nobody else has figured it out yet either," Ron said observing the other two groups, "not even the Ravenclaw group."
"What is the point of this anyways, why can't Hagrid just tell us how to open the bloody thing?" Ernie complained.
Hermione rolled her eyes, "ever thought maybe we might learn something from this?"
"Yea, how to crack a chicken egg," Ron laughed.
Justin lowered his head, "I didn't think that was all that funny."
Hermione sighed loudly, "we're just going to have to meet tonight in the library and figure out a spell that will work."
"Can't do, me and Harry had Quidditch practice," Ron said thankfully.
"Ernie and I have a study group already planned with our Charms group," Justin spoke up.
"Fine," Hermione said annoyed, "I'll do it myself."
"Ron and I can meet you after our Quidditch practice in the common room, just bring some books from the library," Harry said, with Ron objecting.
She smiled, tucking her wand back into her robes, "fine, try to hurry. I really don't want to stay up all night."
Time seemed to disappear and the dreaded strategic Quidditch planning meeting was set to begin. Harry looked around McGonagall's class room at his team, his mouth feeling sticky and dry.
"So what are we meeting about, I'm missing Fantasy Quidditch for this," Andrew complained.
Harry took a deep breath, "we need some type of plan so we don't waste actual practice time. We were too disorganized yesterday."
"I agree, that's why I drew up a sketch," Ginny offered handing Harry a copy.
Harry smiled feeling a relief pass over him, "excellent."
"Are you captain or is Ginny?" Jake suddenly asked with a confused expression.
Ginny narrowed her eyes, "we're a team, we can't just expect Harry do to everything, I'm surprised all of you didn't come up with some type of idea."
"Oh Ginny, get a life," Pavarti snapped, "just because you don't have anything better than with your time."
"Pavarti, when you joined this team you made a commitment, and from the look of it, Ginny is the only one who cares whether we win or lose. I think we should all come up with a strategic game plan and meet Sunday to discuss it before our Tuesday practice," Harry suddenly argued.
Dennis Creevy raised his hand, "I've got a lot of homework with OWLs and everything coming up."
"Find time, Quidditch was almost cancelled this year, and now we've been given a second chance to play. We need to get our stuff together."
"Can we go yet?" Andrew asked checking his enchanted watch for a third time.
Harry sighed, "fine, go. Remember Sunday, same time this classroom."
"I'll go ask Professor McGonagall if it is alright to use her room again," Ginny offered rising from her seat.
Ron approached Harry and gave him a slap on the back, "I don't think we accomplished anything this practice either, why don't you bring out the board Cho gave you?"
"Because, she gave it to me thinking Quidditch was cancelled, it wouldn't be right to use it against her," Harry argued.
Ginny smiled and winked at Ron, "he's got it bad."
"Got what bad?" Harry said offended.
Ginny and Ron just laughed.
"Harry, can we talk?" Pavarti said suddenly before she left the room.
"Sure, I'll catch up with you guys later," Harry had to smile realizing that Ginny and Ron were starting to communicate again, although neither probably realized it yet.
Pavarti looked in-between mad and hurt, "I broke up with Terry."
"I'm sorry," Harry said instantly.
Her eyes suddenly became wide, "so, are you going to be honest with me?"
Harry continued walking next to her, looking somewhat guilty, "honest about what?"
"Cho"
Harry felt a lump developing in this throat, "we're just friends."
"Bull shit, I'm not stupid. How long have you guys been, you know, dating?"
Harry shook his head, "we're not dating. I swear."
"Guess it's silly me getting so upset like this, it wasn't like there was every anything between us," Pavarti said lightly.
"Why did you break-up with Terry?" Harry inquired feeling a heavy burden pushing down on his shoulders.
She shrugged, "I never really liked him all that much. I just thought maybe if I had a boyfriend I wouldn't be so intimidating to you. You seem so nervous about relationships and all."
"That's silly," Harry blurted out.
Pavarti's eyes grew wide with anger, "stupid, silly Pavarti. How could I think the famous Harry Potter ever liked me!?"
"I do like you!" Harry yelled back.
She stopped and face him, "than prove it!"
"HOW!"
"Kiss me!" she shrilled.
Harry felt a wave of anger take complete control of him, and in a split second he wanted to kiss Pavarti, he wanted to prove he could be just like everybody else. He wanted to prove he wasn't scared of relationships.
She lowered her head, "you can't do it, can you?"
"It isn't that simple," he started to argue.
"You're in love with Cho," she said almost in a whisper.
Harry closed his eyes, feeling the heart in the chest pound, "I'm not in love with Cho."
"Why do I even care? I've just been trying to get your attention for over a two years now."
Harry shook his head in frustration, "you've ignored me for two years, I don't really think not talking to me was the best way to let me know you had feelings."
"So what was I suppose to do? Come on to you, confess? Would you have returned those feeling then?" she asked viciously.
He felt backed into a corner, "me and Cho, things are complicated."
"If you didn't like me, why did you keep meeting me, keep leading me on?"
"Pavarti, I've told you. I do like you, I just can't be with you."
"THAT MAKES NO SENSE!" she screamed.
He tried to extend a hand onto her shoulder but she pulled away.
"Just tell me one thing, do you like Cho Chang, do you want to be with her?" Pavarti asked, tears on the surface of her eyes.
Harry lowered his head, "I don't know right now. I not positive I don't want to be with you."
"There you go again, just when I try to get over you, you say something like that."
He reached down and grabbed her small hand, it looked so perfect in his. He let his thumb rub over the top of her smooth skin, "my life isn't easy. You don't want to be with me."
"Shouldn't I be allowed to decided that?" she suddenly started to shake slightly.
"HARRY!" Ginny screamed followed by Luna.
Both Pavarti and Harry jumped and spun around in complete surprise.
"Harry, we've been looking everywhere for you!" Ginny said not paying attention to Pavarti.
"Did you tell Cho about the Death Journal in the Room of Requirements?" Luna asked calmly.
Harry narrowed his eyes, "yes, but I told her Professor O'Riley told me they were a hoax and not to believe them."
Pavarti eyed Harry suspiciously, at the mention of Cho's name.
"Harry how could you!" Ginny shrilled.
Pavarti suddenly got defensive, "we didn't do anything."
"Cho's somehow managed to lock herself in the Ravenclaw's Seventh Years Girls dormitory with that book, and nobody know what curse she used, to counter curse it with," Ginny continued.
"She's done what?" Harry exclaimed.
Luna looked around the corridor, "Professor Flitwick is afraid that she's going to have a relapse if someone doesn't get to her."
Harry felt a his stomach bottom out at the thought of Cho laying in a hospital bed at St. Mungo again, calling blindly into the night.
"Surely Dumbledore can get to her," Harry offered.
Ginny shook her head, "they haven't been able to yet, they don't even know she's got the Death Journal. Luna just asked me if you told her about it."
"I figured that the book she's crying out about, since she talking to something by the name of Cedric in that room right now," Luna explained.
Harry threw his fist into the wall, "how could she be so stupid. She should know better than to trust a bloody book!"
"Calm down, she'll be fine," Pavarti tried.
He shook her off, "maybe I should try to talk to her?"
"Harry, you're not allowed in the Ravenclaw house, you know that," Luna said softly.
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Chapter Twenty-Four: Hagrid's Lesson
There she was standing in front of the Great Hall's doors, chatting happily with one of her fellow seventh year. She hadn't noticed him yet, which suited him fine, it gave him a few extra minuets to collect his thoughts.
"Are you meeting Cho for lunch?" Hermione suddenly asked noticing Harry's eyes.
He turned away quickly, "well, she asked me to yesterday."
Hermione grinned and walked away without another word, her ability to leave well enough alone was one of his favorite qualities about her. He found his feet and walked over to the smiling dark haired girl.
"I was beginning to wonder if you were going to stand me up?" Cho said looking slightly flustered.
"Uh, so do you want me to sit with you at the Ravenclaw table?" Harry asked awkwardly.
She almost laughed, "I promise, we won't bit."
Harry nervously followed her past his comfortable Gryffindor table to the Ravenclaw table. The suspicious looks coming from her fellow house mates made him want to run.
"Hey Harry!" said a happy voice as he sat, "joining a winning house today?"
"You guys haven't won yet," Harry replied.
Terry Boots laughed, "yet being the key word."
The Marietta suddenly rose from her seat flashing Cho as cold look as she left.
"She's just mad at me, ignore her," Cho whispered over to Harry.
Cho smiled as she fixed herself a small plate, "I would introduce you to the rest of the seventh year Ravenclaws but most of them have Muggle Studies right now, I never did very well in that class."
Harry began to fix his own plate glancing over at his fellow Gryffindors.
"Would it make it easier if I promised next time we'd eat with the Gryffindors?" Cho questioned.
Harry looked surprised, "I'm fine, just not that hungry that's all." His barren plate contained once scoop of macaroni. Cho shook her head and began to fix his plate for him, "no wonder you're so skinny."
"I'm not skinny!" Harry rebutted suddenly feeling subconscious.
Cho smiled at him and set his food down in front of him, "I know you have a healthy appetite, I've seen you eat before."
"Have you been watching me?" he inquired, causing her to blush feverishly.
"Hey Cho! Are you fraternizing with the enemy?" called over the same boy who had warned Harry about getting information from Cho the previous night.
"Paul, get a life," Cho bellowed back as he approached.
"I don't think we've been properly introduced, I'm Paul Keebler the new Ravenclaw Keeper," he said extending his hand with a smile.
Harry took his hand, "pleasure."
He took a seat on the opposite side of Cho, and she shook her head annoyed, "Don't you have someone else to bug?"
"Nah, I'm curious what you and Potter over here are discussing?" he said peevishly.
Cho gave him a cold look, "I invited him to have lunch with me, do you have a problem with that?"
"Fine," Paul said holding his hands up in surrender, "watch yourself Potter."
Cho gritted her teeth, "he's my second cousin, my prying, annoying second cousin."
"Over protective?" Harry asked admiring her anger, since it wasn't being directed at him.
"Only protective of Quidditch, he thinks I'm telling your our team secrets," Cho confessed.
Harry grinned, "so, are you going to tell me your team secrets?"
"NO!" she replied shoving him playfully.
She placed another bit of food into her mouth and glanced at her watch, "I'm sorry, but I need to get going. I have to get to Potions, or Professor Snape will be furious."
"I'll walk you," Harry offered.
"I thought you had Care for Magical Creatures, isn't the dungeon a bit out of your way?" Cho questioned skeptically.
Harry thought about his response for a second before he responded, "it really isn't any bother."
Cho nodded and rose to her feet, quickly followed by Harry.
"If you keep paying so much attention to me, people are going to start to talk," Cho teased.
Harry's smile faded, "we're just friends, am I not allowed to talk to my friends?"
She suddenly stopped, "I was just making small talk. You don't have to get so offensive. Listen, maybe it's better you don't walk with me to class."
He looked at her slightly taken back, "what do you want me to do? Ask you to be my girlfriend, try to pretend things are simple between us?"
"I don't want you to do anything you don't want to do," Cho spat, "I'll see you around."
"Cho!" Harry yelled after her.
"What?" she asked turning around on the verge of tears.
Harry bit his bottom lip, "I don't want to fight with you."
Cho forced a smile, "I don't want to fight with you either."
While Harry was searching for his next words she left, walking at a brisk pace towards the Potions Master's dungeon.
There was no point in trying to chase her down right now, he'd just have to talk to her later. He turned and walked in the opposite direction, heading towards the courtyard. The cool winter air stung Harry's exposed skin, and he wrapped his scarf tightly around his neck to keep warm. Hagrid was already chatting with the students outside his hut.
Harry and Ron waved from the other side of the gathered students.
"He's going to bring out the Dragon egg today, I just know it," Ron said with worry.
Hermione rolled her eyes, "Dumbledore would never give Hagrid permission to hatch another Dragon. Plus, Hagrid learned his lesson with Norbert."
"Well, I guess its about time for us to start," Hagrid said happily.
He disappeared into his hut with a huge grin spread across his face. The students watched nervously as their burly game keeper finally reappeared with a big brown bag flung over his shoulder.
"Gots a special treat for ya'll today. Beautiful creatures, me favorites," Hagrid started.
"It's dragons, I knew it," Ron muttered again.
Hargrid carefully removed the sack from his shoulder and gently lowered it to the ground. Hermione let out a gasp as he pulled out three pristine dragon eggs.
"Aren't they beautiful?" Hagrid asked his class.
Harry took a deep breath, "I thought dragons weren't safe? Aren't they going to be difficult to control?"
"Indeed, Dumbledore agrees with ya Harry. That's why we ain't going to be hatchen them."
Hermione raised her hand, "then what are we going to do with them?"
Hagrid looked like he was about to cry, "poor little guys ain't gonna make it no ways. They should have hatched months ago. We're gonna crack these eggs open and study these here dragons hands on and such."
"But I thought Dragon eggs were protected by magic. How will we get into them?" Hermione continued.
Hagrid nodded, "indeed you're right Hermione. It ain't gonna easy, buts that's part of the fun. Now divide into groups, all of ya."
He held up the first egg, "this one is a egg from a Chinese Fireball, here Pavarti you take this one for your group."
The next egg had a beautiful red shell, "ah, this one from a Norwegian Ridgeback."
After handing it to another group he finally lifted the last one, "ye here possibly the most dangerous dragon alive, the Hungarian Horntail." He passed it over to Harry.
"Now, not gonna tell ya how to get into them. Gotta figure that out by yourself."
Hermione sighed loudly, "this is ridiculous, we haven't been assigned to read about dragon eggs yet."
Ron have a faked expression of shocked, "there's a subject Hermione hasn't read yet?"
Hermione looked at him coldly tapping the egg lightly with her wand.
"Maybe we should try to crack it like a chicken egg," Justin from Hufflepuff offered.
Ernie looked at him confused, "how do you crack a chicken egg?"
Hermione interrupted, "it doesn't matter, that won't work. These eggs have tremendously thick shells, and their protected by an ancient magic. It takes a great force, like a Dragon stomping on them to break though their shell."
"I thought you hadn't read about Dragon eggs yet?" Ernie questioned.
"I said we haven't been assigned to read about Dragon eggs yet, that doesn't mean I haven't read about them myself," she stated.
Harry shook his head, "so how do we get it open?"
Hermione took a deep breath, "rictus crakulous."
The egg didn't budge.
"Still looks the same to me," Ron joked.
Hermione glared at him coldly, "think you can do better?"
Ron smiled ignorantly, "naturally."
He pushed himself past Hermione and took the egg into his hand and smashed it to the floor. It rolled away unmarked.
Harry narrowed his eyes, "maybe if we use some type of pressure spell, you know the kind of pressure a dragon might have if it stepped on one."
"That's brilliant!" Justin exclaimed.
"Brilliant, but does anyone know of a spell like that?" Hermione inquired.
Ernie sneered, "you mean you don't know one?"
Hermione again cut another one of her cold glare, this time in Ernie's direction.
"Well, looks like nobody else has figured it out yet either," Ron said observing the other two groups, "not even the Ravenclaw group."
"What is the point of this anyways, why can't Hagrid just tell us how to open the bloody thing?" Ernie complained.
Hermione rolled her eyes, "ever thought maybe we might learn something from this?"
"Yea, how to crack a chicken egg," Ron laughed.
Justin lowered his head, "I didn't think that was all that funny."
Hermione sighed loudly, "we're just going to have to meet tonight in the library and figure out a spell that will work."
"Can't do, me and Harry had Quidditch practice," Ron said thankfully.
"Ernie and I have a study group already planned with our Charms group," Justin spoke up.
"Fine," Hermione said annoyed, "I'll do it myself."
"Ron and I can meet you after our Quidditch practice in the common room, just bring some books from the library," Harry said, with Ron objecting.
She smiled, tucking her wand back into her robes, "fine, try to hurry. I really don't want to stay up all night."
Time seemed to disappear and the dreaded strategic Quidditch planning meeting was set to begin. Harry looked around McGonagall's class room at his team, his mouth feeling sticky and dry.
"So what are we meeting about, I'm missing Fantasy Quidditch for this," Andrew complained.
Harry took a deep breath, "we need some type of plan so we don't waste actual practice time. We were too disorganized yesterday."
"I agree, that's why I drew up a sketch," Ginny offered handing Harry a copy.
Harry smiled feeling a relief pass over him, "excellent."
"Are you captain or is Ginny?" Jake suddenly asked with a confused expression.
Ginny narrowed her eyes, "we're a team, we can't just expect Harry do to everything, I'm surprised all of you didn't come up with some type of idea."
"Oh Ginny, get a life," Pavarti snapped, "just because you don't have anything better than with your time."
"Pavarti, when you joined this team you made a commitment, and from the look of it, Ginny is the only one who cares whether we win or lose. I think we should all come up with a strategic game plan and meet Sunday to discuss it before our Tuesday practice," Harry suddenly argued.
Dennis Creevy raised his hand, "I've got a lot of homework with OWLs and everything coming up."
"Find time, Quidditch was almost cancelled this year, and now we've been given a second chance to play. We need to get our stuff together."
"Can we go yet?" Andrew asked checking his enchanted watch for a third time.
Harry sighed, "fine, go. Remember Sunday, same time this classroom."
"I'll go ask Professor McGonagall if it is alright to use her room again," Ginny offered rising from her seat.
Ron approached Harry and gave him a slap on the back, "I don't think we accomplished anything this practice either, why don't you bring out the board Cho gave you?"
"Because, she gave it to me thinking Quidditch was cancelled, it wouldn't be right to use it against her," Harry argued.
Ginny smiled and winked at Ron, "he's got it bad."
"Got what bad?" Harry said offended.
Ginny and Ron just laughed.
"Harry, can we talk?" Pavarti said suddenly before she left the room.
"Sure, I'll catch up with you guys later," Harry had to smile realizing that Ginny and Ron were starting to communicate again, although neither probably realized it yet.
Pavarti looked in-between mad and hurt, "I broke up with Terry."
"I'm sorry," Harry said instantly.
Her eyes suddenly became wide, "so, are you going to be honest with me?"
Harry continued walking next to her, looking somewhat guilty, "honest about what?"
"Cho"
Harry felt a lump developing in this throat, "we're just friends."
"Bull shit, I'm not stupid. How long have you guys been, you know, dating?"
Harry shook his head, "we're not dating. I swear."
"Guess it's silly me getting so upset like this, it wasn't like there was every anything between us," Pavarti said lightly.
"Why did you break-up with Terry?" Harry inquired feeling a heavy burden pushing down on his shoulders.
She shrugged, "I never really liked him all that much. I just thought maybe if I had a boyfriend I wouldn't be so intimidating to you. You seem so nervous about relationships and all."
"That's silly," Harry blurted out.
Pavarti's eyes grew wide with anger, "stupid, silly Pavarti. How could I think the famous Harry Potter ever liked me!?"
"I do like you!" Harry yelled back.
She stopped and face him, "than prove it!"
"HOW!"
"Kiss me!" she shrilled.
Harry felt a wave of anger take complete control of him, and in a split second he wanted to kiss Pavarti, he wanted to prove he could be just like everybody else. He wanted to prove he wasn't scared of relationships.
She lowered her head, "you can't do it, can you?"
"It isn't that simple," he started to argue.
"You're in love with Cho," she said almost in a whisper.
Harry closed his eyes, feeling the heart in the chest pound, "I'm not in love with Cho."
"Why do I even care? I've just been trying to get your attention for over a two years now."
Harry shook his head in frustration, "you've ignored me for two years, I don't really think not talking to me was the best way to let me know you had feelings."
"So what was I suppose to do? Come on to you, confess? Would you have returned those feeling then?" she asked viciously.
He felt backed into a corner, "me and Cho, things are complicated."
"If you didn't like me, why did you keep meeting me, keep leading me on?"
"Pavarti, I've told you. I do like you, I just can't be with you."
"THAT MAKES NO SENSE!" she screamed.
He tried to extend a hand onto her shoulder but she pulled away.
"Just tell me one thing, do you like Cho Chang, do you want to be with her?" Pavarti asked, tears on the surface of her eyes.
Harry lowered his head, "I don't know right now. I not positive I don't want to be with you."
"There you go again, just when I try to get over you, you say something like that."
He reached down and grabbed her small hand, it looked so perfect in his. He let his thumb rub over the top of her smooth skin, "my life isn't easy. You don't want to be with me."
"Shouldn't I be allowed to decided that?" she suddenly started to shake slightly.
"HARRY!" Ginny screamed followed by Luna.
Both Pavarti and Harry jumped and spun around in complete surprise.
"Harry, we've been looking everywhere for you!" Ginny said not paying attention to Pavarti.
"Did you tell Cho about the Death Journal in the Room of Requirements?" Luna asked calmly.
Harry narrowed his eyes, "yes, but I told her Professor O'Riley told me they were a hoax and not to believe them."
Pavarti eyed Harry suspiciously, at the mention of Cho's name.
"Harry how could you!" Ginny shrilled.
Pavarti suddenly got defensive, "we didn't do anything."
"Cho's somehow managed to lock herself in the Ravenclaw's Seventh Years Girls dormitory with that book, and nobody know what curse she used, to counter curse it with," Ginny continued.
"She's done what?" Harry exclaimed.
Luna looked around the corridor, "Professor Flitwick is afraid that she's going to have a relapse if someone doesn't get to her."
Harry felt a his stomach bottom out at the thought of Cho laying in a hospital bed at St. Mungo again, calling blindly into the night.
"Surely Dumbledore can get to her," Harry offered.
Ginny shook her head, "they haven't been able to yet, they don't even know she's got the Death Journal. Luna just asked me if you told her about it."
"I figured that the book she's crying out about, since she talking to something by the name of Cedric in that room right now," Luna explained.
Harry threw his fist into the wall, "how could she be so stupid. She should know better than to trust a bloody book!"
"Calm down, she'll be fine," Pavarti tried.
He shook her off, "maybe I should try to talk to her?"
"Harry, you're not allowed in the Ravenclaw house, you know that," Luna said softly.