Oh man, I haven't updated in the LONGEST TIME EVER!!! Haha, sry about
that..it's cuz I was waiting for the fifth book and I was busy with school
and stuff, and then I started working on mah site, which is
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out. It's not done yet, but ye.,..haha..almost. Well..this fanfict takes
place in their 5th year, and I was SERIOUSLY considering to stop writing it
cuz it was so wrong, with JK's and all, but then I was like "It's just a
fanfic"so I was like what the hell!!! Keep writitng!! Haha.so here it is,
after a SERIOUSLY long wait, Chapter 7. Hope u like it, im happie for the
reviews, hope I get more, and I promise I wont make u wait that long ever
again.haha..hopefully.
HEAVY SWEARING IN THIS CHAPTER!!!! RATED R FOR A REASON!!!!
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~ Chapter 7 ~
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The Ball
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Christmas was now coming closer and closer, as was the Ball. Harry noticed that, as far as he knew, all the students in fourth year and up signed up to stay for the holidays. Harry was also cheerful because this year he already had a date for the ball, as did Ron and Hermione. But the difference this year was that Harry knew who Hermione was going to the Ball with, unlike last year, when she went with Victor Krum and nobody knew. The ball was to start at seven, and end at midnight.
With all the Quidditch practices and the extra homework Harry had been given, it would keep him busy for the whole Christmas holidays. But he decided to leave it until after the ball. But when he walked into the common room on Christmas Eve, which was buzzing with excitement with the upcoming ball, he found Ron, Hermione and Rachel working on their homework in a corner of the common room.
He ran up and got his Divination and Transfiguration homework from his dormitory, and ran back down to the others. Hermione helped him in his Transfiguration homework and Rachel helped him in his Divination. "Its quite easy." She would often tell him when he was struggling. Easy for you to say, he always thought when she said this.
When he was through with his Divination and Transfiguration homework, Ron said, "Now all we have to do is Potions. Damn that Professor Snape. I wish I could just-"
"Ron!" Rachel shouted. "Don't. I'm warning you."
"Sorry." Ron muttered.
When Harry woke up the next morning, he found a whole bunch of presents at the foot of his bed. He sat up, and started opening them. He saw that there was freshly fallen snow on the window still, which meant that it had been snowing over night. He had gotten the usual jumper with home made treats from Mrs. Weasley, from Sirius a quill that turns any color depending which one you want, from Ron a book called The Best Quidditch Matches of the Century, from Hermione a set which is used for polishing and cleaning your wand, from Hagrid a whole bunch of sweets including Chocolate Frogs, Every Flavour Beans, Fizzing Whizzbees, and Droobles Best Blowing Gum, and finally, he saw a neat looking notebook. He took this and opened it up. He found a whole bunch of pictures of his parents when they were in school, and before their wedding. Harry wondered who gave him this. Perhaps Dumbledore?
But then he found a note attached to the back of the album. It was a small piece of parchment. He unfolded it and read:
Dear Harry,
These are some photos I found in my mothers attic. She and your mother Lily where like, best beyond best friends (she told me). I hope you like it, I didn't know if that's what you wanted for Christmas but. So, I hope you like it.
P.S. The girl that's always standing beside your mother is my mother. I hope you join the snowball fight we're having after breakfast!
With love, Rachel
Wow! This was the best present anyone had ever given me, Harry thought as he flipped through the pages, looking at his mother and father. There were pictures of Lupin, Sirius and Harry's father when they were in their first year at Hogwarts. There were even pictures of Wormtail, and Harry's blood started to boil every time he laid eyes in him.
Just then, Harry heard someone getting off the bed. It was Ron; he had just woken up and was looking at his presents.
"Aww, my mum made me another jumper. Maybe I'll give it to Dobby again." He said as he opened his present sent by Mrs. Weasley. "YES! Jackie sent me a pair of socks that says: 'I Luv U Ron!' What did Rachel send you, Harry?" He added as he saw Harry looking at him.
"Oh, just an album. That's all." Harry answered. "Wow! Cheap girlfriend, huh?"
"What?" Snapped Harry. "Cheap? It's pictures of my parents when they were at Hogwarts."
"Oh, sorry." Ron apologized. "Wow! She sent me a whole bunch of sweets with a Cudley Cannons poster. It's huge!!!" He said, unfolding it and looking at the 7 moving players. "Maybe your girlfriends not that cheap." He added to Harry, and he walked and started looking at the pictures of the album Rachel gave Harry.
When they walked to breakfast that morning, the Great Hall was decorated in beautiful Christmas decorations. Across the walls were ice sculptures. They were quite beautiful, Harry thought. He knew that they were enchanted so they wouldn't melt.
"Where's Rachel?" Harry asked Hermione as he sat down at Gryffindor table and saw that Rachel wasn't there.
"Probably having a snowball fight outside with Fred and George." Hermione answered. But when Harry finished eating breakfast, he, Ron and Hermione went to where the snowball fight was taking place. He saw Fred and George whipping snowballs at each other, but Rachel wasn't there.
"Where's Rachel?" He asked Fred and George.
"Dunno." Fred answered as he got hit on his face by a snowball from George.
But George looked at Harry and said, "She's in the kitchens."
"What? Why?" Harry questioned.
"Oh ya." Fred said. "I forgot she got detention because we sneaked out last night to have a snowball fight and we got caught."
"Then why aren't you guys in trouble?" Ron asked.
"She took the blame," Fred answered as he threw a snowball at Ron, which Ron dodged.
"Don't you feel bad, though?" Hermione said.
"Sort of." George responded as he whipped a snowball at Harry's face, which hit Harry, but Harry counterattacked, hitting George right in the face. "Ow!"
"We tried to take some of the blame, but Rachel whispered to us that she was owing us back." Fred shouted, as he dodged a snowball from Ron.
Just then, Fred and George teamed up and hit Harry with two snowballs right in the face.
"Ouch!" He shrieked. "I'm going to go to Madame Pomfrey. You hit me with ice." And indeed, there was a big red spot above Harry's left cheek.
Harry headed up the steps of the Entrance Hall, but instead of going to the Hospital Wing, he went down to the Kitchens. When he arrived there, he saw Rachel washing the dishes.
"Harry!" she shouted as she spotted him. "What are you doing here?"
Rachel gave Harry a really big hug, and when she was finished, he was wet because Rachel's hands were wet and she hugged him and accidentally wet him with her hands. "Merry Christmas" Harry said, wiping off where he was wet with the dishtowel Rachel handed him.
"Oh, thank you. Same to you!" She responded. "So, did you like my present? I loved yours. It was beautiful. And it has Harry loves Rachel carved in it. The necklace is beautiful. Look, I'm wearing it now." She said and she took out a gold necklace out from her neck.
"I'm glad you like it Rachel. I love your present. It's the best present I ever got!" Harry said, which made her blush. "By the way, did Hermione like the book I gave her? The one on "Fantastic Beasts"? She said she loves house-elves. And there's a whole chapter on them in it."
"Umm, yea, I saw her reading it at breakfast. Oh, and thanks for the album. It's great!"
"Well, my mum made doubles, so I have the same ones. Hey, what are you doing down here? You aren't supposed to be here!"
"Oh, Fred and George told me you were here. And plus, I wanted to know if we're still on for the dance?" Harry asked.
"Course we are. My detention lasts 'till lunchtime." She answered. Then, she spotted the cut above Harry's cheek. "Hey, what happened? Are you OK?"
"Huh? Oh yes, it's all good. I just got hit by a snowball."
Rachel began to chuckle. Then she took out her wand, pointed it at Harry's cut, muttered something under her breath and instantly it healed. "There you go."
"Oh, thanks."
"Well, you better go, McGonagall checks up on me. She could turn up any second-"
"Harry Potter, Harry Potter!"
Dobby was running towards Harry.
"Hi Dobby." Harry said.
"Dobby is very happy Harry Potter is here, sir. Now Dobby can give sir his present." He handed Harry a present, wrapped very tidily.
"You wrapped this, Dobby?" Harry asked, looking suspiciously at the neat present.
"Well, miss helped me, sir. Miss Rachel, sir." Dobby squeaked.
Rachel looked at Harry, and Harry looked at her. She was beaming at him. Harry grinned back.
"Well, is sir gonna open his present?" Dobby asked Harry.
"Oh ya." Harry said, and he started unfolding the wrapping paper. He opened it, and it turned out to be a very nice sweater. It had a boy riding a broom and chasing the Golden Snitch. Harry figured out that it must have been him.
"Does Harry Potter like Dobby's present? Dobby knitted it himself sir." Dobby said.
Harry grinned widely at Dobby and answered, "It's great, Dobby. I love it." He looked at Rachel, and she was still beaming at him.
"Dobby received your present, Harry Potter, sir!" Dobby squeaked up at Harry.
"But I." Harry was confused. He didn't get Dobby a present. He was about to say so when Rachel cut in.
"Umm, u know Harry, the one you asked me to give him, remember?"
"Ohh," Harry said, cottoning on. "Right, that one. Did you like it Dobby?"
"Yes sir. I is wearing it now. Look!" He pulled up his jumper and showed Harry a pair of very nice dragon hide boots, just the right size for Dobby.
When Dobby went back to work, Harry turned to Rachel, but Rachel read his mind and answered before he even opened his mouth.
"Let's just say it's from both of us. OK?"
"Alright!" Harry agreed.
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When Harry, Ron, Hermione, Fred, and George came back from their snowball fight at lunchtime, they were all soaking wet. They each went up to their dormitory's, changed, and came back to the Great Hall warm and dry.
Harry saw Rachel sitting at Gryffindor table and talking to Rochelle Mar, another Gryffindor girl. He heard a part of their conversation.
"-I just can't believe they let Wood come." Rochelle said.
"Ya, I know. But they probably let him come because he used to be Captain of Quidditch. And I'm sure he's going to stay for the Quidditch game. Don't you think?" Rachel asked.
"'Course. But I still can't believe he's taking me to the dance. Did you see, he's so safe?"
"Yes, but really, no one beats Harry. He is the safest."
"Whatever! Hey, guess what I just - " But she stopped when she spotted Harry. "I'll see you later, Rach." And with that, she left the Great Hall.
"Hi Harry." Rachel said to Harry as he sat down beside her. "Did you have fun?"
"Well, I'm sure it would have been better with you there." Harry answered.
"Oh, your so sweet."
"Well, you know.Hey, can I ask you a question?"
"You just asked me one, but sure, you can ask me another."
"Well, um, what does 'safe' mean?" Harry asked.
"Oh," Rachel said, sounding surprised. "Well, it means, like, hot, cute, sexy, fine, you know, that kinda stuff."
"Oh," Harry said, and he felt himself go red.
After lunch, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Rachel, Fred and George went back outside, and continued their snowball fight. It was much more fun now that Rachel was there, Harry thought, as two snowballs came flying his way, which he dodged. But Rachel seemed that she was having the most fun, because most of the snowballs were being aimed at her, which Harry offered to be her shield. But as far as Harry was concerned, everyone was having a blast.
As seven o'clock neared, their snowball fight came to an end. Harry and Rachel walked up to the common room together before anyone else did. But once they said they were leaving, the rest of them left the snow on the ground, and headed back to Gryffindor Tower too.
At six-thirty, Harry went down to the common room, after getting into his dress robes, and waited for Rachel. She came down with Hermione a couple of minutes after Harry did. Rachel had a beautiful baby blue color robe on which had a couple of diamonds sprinkled around it, and her hair was down and was half straight and half curly, which made her look very beautiful. Hermione was wearing a pale pink robe, and her hair was tied up into a ponytail, but it wasn't puffy as usual, it was sleek. Harry figured that she used sleek-ease again.
Harry walked with Rachel down to the entrance of the Great Hall, since that was where the ball was going to take place. When he arrived there, he saw Chris Moon running towards Hermione. And then he looked behind him, and saw that Ron and Jackie were together already.
"Look," Rachel was saying to Harry. "There's Natasha Madison and Andre Fabian." She started laughing. "Oh, well. I did hook them up. Oooh, there's Shy and Mike. Hey guys."
"Hey Rachel."
"What's up?"
"Anyways," Rachel went on, "Leon Nathaniel and Aleli Vergera? No way! Oh, my god! Dere's Tazz and Angelica. Oh man, now that's funny. Hey, look!"
"What?" Harry asked, looking around.
"It's Rochelle Mar and Oliver Wood. That girl, she really loves that boy. C'mon, let's go and talk to them." So Rachel and Harry went to where Wood and Rochelle were. "Hiya guys!" Rachel said to Wood and Rochelle.
"Hi Wood," Harry said as he and Wood shook hands. If felt really good to see Wood again after all these years. "Hi Rochelle," Harry added, seeing that Rochelle looked quite offended that Harry hadn't said hello to her.
"So Wood," said Rachel. "I haven't seen you since, when, oh, just this summer?"
"Yes, that's right." Wood replied. "I hope you two are training for the big Quidditch tryouts."
"Of course we are." Rachel replied. "Me and Harry-" she looked at Harry, "- are working our butt's off. We filled out our tryout sheets already, so all we have to do is go and try out!"
"Well good luck, both of you."
"Anyways," Rochelle said, "Me and Wood go way back. We knew each other ever since I first came to Hogwarts, well, obviously," she laughed stupidly. "Yes, well, I'm so lucky, me and Wood are already engaged." She held up her hand and showed a big, gold ring on her finger. Harry noticed that Rochelle didn't seem too happy as she said that after all, Harry thought to himself, she was only fifteen.
Wood saw the expression on Rochelle's face and quickly said, between laughter, "You do want to marry me, right?"
"Course Wood," Rochelle said with a nervous look on her face, which quickly turned into a smile. "This engagement is for when we're old enough. I mean, I don't want to be getting married just yet! Right?"
Wood beamed at her. "Of Course! Duh! What, you think I'm gonna marry you now? Not a chance. Wait 'till we're both out of school. Oy, Harry, your time coming up soon too, eh? It'll be the best thing that could ever happen to you," Wood exclaimed.
Harry grinned at Rachel and said, "I guess so, huh?"
"So Harry, excited about the Quidditch Cup? I heard the other school is nothing compare to Hogwarts!" Rochelle said.
"I hope that's true Rochelle," Harry said.
"You staying for it Oliver?" Rachel asked.
"'Course! Wouldn't miss it for the world Harry."
"Well, see you two later," Rochelle said as she and Oliver walked away.
"Maybe we should go now, Harry." Rachel whispered into Harry's ear.
"Yes, let's" Harry replied, and they left.
"My oh my." Rachel muttered.
"What?" Harry asked.
"Look, Wood and Rochelle are kissing. Aw, it's so sweet." Rachel said.
Harry looked at Rachel from the corner of his eye and saw that she was looking at him with a grin on her face. "Makes you think, huh Harry?" she whispered.
"Erm, I dunno what you mean?"
Rachel started to laugh. "Oh Harry you prat!" Rachel said as she tugged Harry's arm. "You know what I mean! Need an example?" Harry saw Rachel wink at him and they both broke out into laughter.
"OH.look there Harry, Fred and George came with Angelina and, oh dear, Phyllis Bing." She paused, looked around, and then said, "Oh Shoot!"
"What is it?" Harry asked, seeing the surprised expression on Rachel's face. He looked where she pointed. "Oh, my god!" Harry shouted, looking as surprised as Rachel. "Cho Chang and Malfoy?"
"I know. Shiet!"
Harry couldn't believe his eyes. But when Malfoy looked at Harry, he started laughing. But when he saw whom Harry was with, he stopped laughing right away, and turned around so Harry couldn't see his face. And just then, the doors to the Great Hall opened. Everybody walked in.
The four tables (Gryffindor, Slytherin, Hufflepuff, and Ravenclaw) were nowhere in sight. Instead, were a whole bunch of small round tables, just like last year at the Yule Ball. Harry and Rachel went and sat down at one of the tables. They shared that table with Ron and Jackie, and Hermione and Chris.
Ron and Jackie were talking nonstop about what everyone was wearing (Fred had bought Ron new dress robes which looked much better than the ones he had last year), and Hermione and Chris were talking about what kind of jobs they wanted to do when they're out of school.
Harry and Rachel were looking over their menus, which they would use to order their food, and not talking at all. But suddenly, he heard a voice.
"So Rachel, how about a dance once the music comes on?" It was Malfoy.
Rachel was looking around the room, apparently nervous, while Harry's heart sank. Of course Rachel would say yes to Malfoy. And that would mean that Harry would not be able to dance with her first, which he really wanted to do.
"Well," Rachel was saying, "oh, I dunno, Draco. I'm kinda here with Harry, and I promised him that I'd dance with him - " Rachel winked at Harry, " - So."
"Oh, OK." Malfoy answered and he looked like he was resisting the urge to pounce at someone. "Well, will you at least dance with me later?"
"Um.sure, why not." Rachel answered.
"Great!"
"Only if me and Harry aren't dancing, OK, Draco?"
Malfoy looked at Harry as if he was about to kill him, but then looked back at Rachel, and said in a soft voice, "Sure." And he left.
Harry felt really happy now. But still, he wondered. But before he could stop himself, he asked, "How come you wanna dance with me so badly?"
"Well," Rachel began, "first of all because you asked me to this dance, and second of all, well, just cuz you asked me, not him."
"But when he asked you to the ball, before me mind you, and you still said no."
"Well, because I like you Harry, a lot. And I wanted you to ask me, not him, or anybody else." Rachel answered.
This made Harry blush, but Rachel wasn't finished yet. "Harry, you're special to me. Not that you're famous for defeating Voldemort, not that you're famous at all. I like you because you're special. Different, y'know? And I've never met anyone like you, ever. And plus, I think you're really cute. I just want you to know that."
Harry was totally taken aback. He didn't know what to say. He was aware that Hermione, Ron and their dates had fallen silent and where listening to them. Harry's head was reeling. True, Rachel was also different to him. But if he said that, would she think that he's just trying to make it sound like he means it? "Well, Rachel, I-I." Harry didn't know what to say, but what he said next, surprised even him. "Rachel, I love you!"
That did it, now Rachel hated him for sure. And if she didn't say it back than he'd feel even worse. How could Ron and Hermione tell Jackie and Chris that they loved them? Harry was feeling totally embarrassed. Hermione dropped her fork, which clattered on her plate and made a loud ringing noise in Harry's ear, Ron's mouth dropped open and drool was coming out. Everyone was starting at Harry, dumbstruck. Now what, he thought. Rachel was just staring at him, as if he was crazy, but then, she broke into tears.
"N-nobody ever t-t-told me dat b-b-before." She sobbed. Then she looked at Harry, all her make-up smudged all over her face, and tears in her eyes, she said, "Harry, I love you too. Please, don't ever leave me." And she fell right into Harry's arms. He held her tight to his body, feeling very relieved, and very surprised at what she had just said. He didn't even notice people around sniggering.
"I won't" Harry promised. "I won't ever leave you, Rachel. I promise." He looked at her, and then at everyone else around the table, they were all looking at him and Rachel. Ron gave Harry the "Thumbs-up" and Hermione beamed at him. He then looked at Rachel again and said, "Why don't we go and wash you up. Your make up's all smudged."
Rachel looked at him, and said, "OK. Does it look really bad?" He and Rachel both laughed, and then they made their way back to Gryffindor Tower.
When Rachel came out of her dormitory, twenty minutes later, looking better than ever, they made their way back to the Great Hall. As they were walking, Harry told Rachel, "You're really beautiful you know that? But it's not only your physical appearance. Your beautiful inside, too."
"Thank you, Harry." Rachel said, beaming at him.
When they arrived at the Great Hall, they went to their table, ordered some food, and wolfed it down.
In the middle of finishing their meals, Dumbledore got up and with a swoosh of his wand, a stage appeared in the right side of the Hall, and there were a bunch of singers on stage. Right away, they started playing a slow song. Most people were getting up and going to the big empty space in the Hall, which was the dance floor. Without finishing their meals, Rachel pulled Harry to the dance floor, as did Chris to Hermione and Ron to Jackie.
Rachel took her hands and put them around Harry's neck, while Harry put his hands around Rachel's hips. He realized that they were really close together. He realized this because he could hear Rachel breathing, since her face was right by his ear. He saw Rochelle and Wood dancing and making out at the same time. Then he looked to his right, and saw Fred and George dancing with their partners. A little further away, Harry saw Dumbledore dancing with Professor McGonagall, and Professor Trewlany with Snape. Harry wanted to burst out with laughter, but held it in, because he was dancing with Rachel. He felt Rachel put her head on his chest. Then he looked up, and saw that Ron and Jackie were dancing right beside them. He also saw where Ron's hands were. They were on Jackie's butt, and were squeezing it. Ron looked at Harry, and they both sniggered. Harry decided he was going to do that to Rachel, to impress Ron so he slid his hands on Rachel's butt, too. Then he saw that Ron was smiling, nastily, so Harry smiled too, as he heard Rachel giggle.
When the song was over, which Harry didn't want to be over, a nice, fast song came on. Harry realized that it was the same song that he and Rachel had made a dance to. Then, he heard Rachel whisper in his ear, "Harry, c'mon, let's do our dance."
This is what Harry was afraid of. He quickly said "No" but Rachel didn't hear him. She was already dragging him to the middle of the dance floor.
"OK, Harry. This is it." Rachel said to Harry. "On three. One.Two.Three." They had started dancing. Harry couldn't believe what he was doing. As he danced beside Rachel, he saw that people made a big circle around them, and he felt that every face in the Great Hall was looking at him and Rachel, including the teachers. But what made him feel even more embarrassed, was that Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle were laughing at him. But Cho, which was standing beside them (Crabbe and Goyle didn't have dates), slapped Malfoy in the face for laughing at Harry, and stomped away. Harry couldn't help but grin.
Harry was very relieved when the song had finished. Everyone was applauding their performance, and he heard people shout out things such as, "You're the best dancer, Harry", "Shake that ass, Harry", and "YA! You guys rule!" Harry felt himself blushing. He was also very tired.
"Let's get some fresh air." He whispered to Rachel.
"Good idea." Rachel answered, panting. But before they could go, Malfoy went up to Rachel.
"You promised me a dance, Rachel." He said.
"Umm, right. You don't mind, do you, Harry?" Rachel asked him.
Harry felt his heart sink down to his stomach. His throat felt all dried up and he felt he couldn't say a word. Of course he minded, how could Rachel even ask him this. But at the look of plea on Rachel's face, Harry nodded, and walked away. He heard Malfoy sniggering behind his back. He walked away. He didn't even know where to go. His legs were leading him out of the Great Hall. He felt terrible. He chanced a glance at Rachel and Malfoy and saw that they were slowly revolving on the dance floor. Malfoy was holding Rachel very close to his body, and their eyes were locked.
Harry felt a stab of jealousy. How could he have let Malfoy get Rachel? How?
"I love you, Harry!" Harry heard a whisper in his ear. He jumped and looked around. Cho was standing beside Harry. Had she said what he heard? Or was he just imagining it?
"What did you say?" He asked Cho.
"Umm, I asked, are you alright?" Cho said. "I saw Malfoy and Rachel dancing, then I saw you walking out of the Great Hall, looking rather hurt, so I followed you."
Harry felt his face burning. Then he realized that he was outside. Outside and alone with Cho. No Cedric Diggory to take her away, and no Malfoy. Then, Harry said, "Yea, I'm fine, thanks!"
"Oh, ok!" Cho said. Then she turned and looked at the sky. Harry glanced up at it too. The stars were starting to come out now. It was getting rather dark. He could just make out the last streaks of the setting sun.
"I'm sorry about Cedric." Harry said, felling rather badly.
"Oh! It's not your fault Harry, don't worry." Cho said, and Harry was surprised to see tears in her eyes. He looked at her, and then, as if instinct, he hugged her.
They stood there, hugging. When they finally broke apart, Harry was looking into Cho's eyes. And she was looking back at him. Her face was coming closer to his, and then he felt her soft lips touch his. It was the best feeling in his life! He felt his whole body warm up, and all his fears and problems seemed to disappear. He focused his whole attention to the kiss. Now this is what love was, Harry thought, this feeling of being secure. It was comforting.
But before he knew it, they had broken apart. The kiss had ended. He wished it could have gone on forever, he wouldn't have minded. And by the look on Cho's face, she didn't want the kiss to end either. So Harry pulled her towards him and kissed her again. It seemed to go on forever. Is this what heaven felt like, it was great.
He heard a crack of a twig and he and Cho broke apart for the second time and looked to the side, from where the sound came from. Harry was horrified, Cho gasped. Rachel was standing there with a tear-streaked face. She looked at Harry, said, "How could you?" And ran off in the opposite direction.
"Oh, dear." Cho said. "I'm so sorry Harry." But she didn't really look it. Harry looked at her, and then saw a smile spreading across her face.
Then he heard a cold voice.
"Good job, Chang." It was Malfoy.
Harry spun around, horrified. Cho walked towards Malfoy, and they kissed, it made Harry want to hurl.
"Any time, Hun." Cho replied to Malfoy as they broke apart, and suddenly, Harry understood. Malfoy made Cho kiss Harry so Rachel could get mad and break up. What a motherfucker, Harry thought.
"You fuckin' loser," Harry said to Malfoy. "You'll go to any lengths to get what you want. I don't believe it! Then again.it IS you, so." He turned to Cho. "But you? I would NEVER have believed it. Diggory was, was.I have no idea what he saw in you, nor do I! You're a fuckin slut! You BELONG with Malfoy. Burn in hell, both of you!!" Harry turned on his heel and ran after Rachel. He looked back at Cho and Malfoy, and saw that they were laughing at him. He couldn't believe how angry he was. He wanted to stab the pair of them.
He saw Rachel sitting on a bench and approached her. She looked up, saw him, and ran. "Wait!" Harry shouted. He caught up to her, and grabbed her arm.
"Let go of me, you lying, cheating bastard!" Rachel looked furious. "I guess you think this is revenge for me dancing with Draco, huh? Do you?"
"No!" Harry said, outraged. "Of course not. It." And he explained
"Right! I've known Malfoy most of my life, he would never do that, EVER!!!"
"Your wrong, he." Harry had to stop and think. He was arguing because he had a girl problem. Never, in all his days, did he think that this would happen. Then he realized, that he was growing and maturing, slowly reaching adulthood. Then he stopped, and didn't want to think about the future, just yet. He looked into Rachel's eyes, said in a calm, soothing voice, "Look, I don't know how well you know Malfoy, but he is a lying bastard. He and Cho were in on it together. I would NEVER cheat on you. I love you too much," and with that wrapped her in a tight hug. But Rachel seemed to forgive him. Her face glowed.
They started were walking down a pathway just outside the castle. "That was some dance, huh?" Rachel asked Harry, after a couple of minutes of just walking around in silence.
"Ya," Harry agreed. Then he realized that they had stopped walking. He and Rachel were really close now. And she was leaning closer to him, and Harry was leaning closer to her. Harry was going to receive his first kiss from Rachel. The girl he truly loved. Forget that slut, Chang. She was just a bitch desperate for guys. He took Rachel's hand, pulled it towards him and started leaning closer to her. He took his other hand and was getting ready to kiss her. He leaned his hand against the statue behind him for support, but before he could get any closer to Rachel and kiss her, he felt a jerk somewhere behind his navel. His feet had left the ground. He could not let his hand go from the statue. It was pulling him onwards, in a howl of wind and swirling color, Rachel at his side.
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A/N: HAHA!!! Cliffhanger..or whatever u call it..MUAHAHA!!!!! Dun wry, I wont keep you hangin THAT long.muahaha!!!!!
HEAVY SWEARING IN THIS CHAPTER!!!! RATED R FOR A REASON!!!!
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~ Chapter 7 ~
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The Ball
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Christmas was now coming closer and closer, as was the Ball. Harry noticed that, as far as he knew, all the students in fourth year and up signed up to stay for the holidays. Harry was also cheerful because this year he already had a date for the ball, as did Ron and Hermione. But the difference this year was that Harry knew who Hermione was going to the Ball with, unlike last year, when she went with Victor Krum and nobody knew. The ball was to start at seven, and end at midnight.
With all the Quidditch practices and the extra homework Harry had been given, it would keep him busy for the whole Christmas holidays. But he decided to leave it until after the ball. But when he walked into the common room on Christmas Eve, which was buzzing with excitement with the upcoming ball, he found Ron, Hermione and Rachel working on their homework in a corner of the common room.
He ran up and got his Divination and Transfiguration homework from his dormitory, and ran back down to the others. Hermione helped him in his Transfiguration homework and Rachel helped him in his Divination. "Its quite easy." She would often tell him when he was struggling. Easy for you to say, he always thought when she said this.
When he was through with his Divination and Transfiguration homework, Ron said, "Now all we have to do is Potions. Damn that Professor Snape. I wish I could just-"
"Ron!" Rachel shouted. "Don't. I'm warning you."
"Sorry." Ron muttered.
When Harry woke up the next morning, he found a whole bunch of presents at the foot of his bed. He sat up, and started opening them. He saw that there was freshly fallen snow on the window still, which meant that it had been snowing over night. He had gotten the usual jumper with home made treats from Mrs. Weasley, from Sirius a quill that turns any color depending which one you want, from Ron a book called The Best Quidditch Matches of the Century, from Hermione a set which is used for polishing and cleaning your wand, from Hagrid a whole bunch of sweets including Chocolate Frogs, Every Flavour Beans, Fizzing Whizzbees, and Droobles Best Blowing Gum, and finally, he saw a neat looking notebook. He took this and opened it up. He found a whole bunch of pictures of his parents when they were in school, and before their wedding. Harry wondered who gave him this. Perhaps Dumbledore?
But then he found a note attached to the back of the album. It was a small piece of parchment. He unfolded it and read:
Dear Harry,
These are some photos I found in my mothers attic. She and your mother Lily where like, best beyond best friends (she told me). I hope you like it, I didn't know if that's what you wanted for Christmas but. So, I hope you like it.
P.S. The girl that's always standing beside your mother is my mother. I hope you join the snowball fight we're having after breakfast!
With love, Rachel
Wow! This was the best present anyone had ever given me, Harry thought as he flipped through the pages, looking at his mother and father. There were pictures of Lupin, Sirius and Harry's father when they were in their first year at Hogwarts. There were even pictures of Wormtail, and Harry's blood started to boil every time he laid eyes in him.
Just then, Harry heard someone getting off the bed. It was Ron; he had just woken up and was looking at his presents.
"Aww, my mum made me another jumper. Maybe I'll give it to Dobby again." He said as he opened his present sent by Mrs. Weasley. "YES! Jackie sent me a pair of socks that says: 'I Luv U Ron!' What did Rachel send you, Harry?" He added as he saw Harry looking at him.
"Oh, just an album. That's all." Harry answered. "Wow! Cheap girlfriend, huh?"
"What?" Snapped Harry. "Cheap? It's pictures of my parents when they were at Hogwarts."
"Oh, sorry." Ron apologized. "Wow! She sent me a whole bunch of sweets with a Cudley Cannons poster. It's huge!!!" He said, unfolding it and looking at the 7 moving players. "Maybe your girlfriends not that cheap." He added to Harry, and he walked and started looking at the pictures of the album Rachel gave Harry.
When they walked to breakfast that morning, the Great Hall was decorated in beautiful Christmas decorations. Across the walls were ice sculptures. They were quite beautiful, Harry thought. He knew that they were enchanted so they wouldn't melt.
"Where's Rachel?" Harry asked Hermione as he sat down at Gryffindor table and saw that Rachel wasn't there.
"Probably having a snowball fight outside with Fred and George." Hermione answered. But when Harry finished eating breakfast, he, Ron and Hermione went to where the snowball fight was taking place. He saw Fred and George whipping snowballs at each other, but Rachel wasn't there.
"Where's Rachel?" He asked Fred and George.
"Dunno." Fred answered as he got hit on his face by a snowball from George.
But George looked at Harry and said, "She's in the kitchens."
"What? Why?" Harry questioned.
"Oh ya." Fred said. "I forgot she got detention because we sneaked out last night to have a snowball fight and we got caught."
"Then why aren't you guys in trouble?" Ron asked.
"She took the blame," Fred answered as he threw a snowball at Ron, which Ron dodged.
"Don't you feel bad, though?" Hermione said.
"Sort of." George responded as he whipped a snowball at Harry's face, which hit Harry, but Harry counterattacked, hitting George right in the face. "Ow!"
"We tried to take some of the blame, but Rachel whispered to us that she was owing us back." Fred shouted, as he dodged a snowball from Ron.
Just then, Fred and George teamed up and hit Harry with two snowballs right in the face.
"Ouch!" He shrieked. "I'm going to go to Madame Pomfrey. You hit me with ice." And indeed, there was a big red spot above Harry's left cheek.
Harry headed up the steps of the Entrance Hall, but instead of going to the Hospital Wing, he went down to the Kitchens. When he arrived there, he saw Rachel washing the dishes.
"Harry!" she shouted as she spotted him. "What are you doing here?"
Rachel gave Harry a really big hug, and when she was finished, he was wet because Rachel's hands were wet and she hugged him and accidentally wet him with her hands. "Merry Christmas" Harry said, wiping off where he was wet with the dishtowel Rachel handed him.
"Oh, thank you. Same to you!" She responded. "So, did you like my present? I loved yours. It was beautiful. And it has Harry loves Rachel carved in it. The necklace is beautiful. Look, I'm wearing it now." She said and she took out a gold necklace out from her neck.
"I'm glad you like it Rachel. I love your present. It's the best present I ever got!" Harry said, which made her blush. "By the way, did Hermione like the book I gave her? The one on "Fantastic Beasts"? She said she loves house-elves. And there's a whole chapter on them in it."
"Umm, yea, I saw her reading it at breakfast. Oh, and thanks for the album. It's great!"
"Well, my mum made doubles, so I have the same ones. Hey, what are you doing down here? You aren't supposed to be here!"
"Oh, Fred and George told me you were here. And plus, I wanted to know if we're still on for the dance?" Harry asked.
"Course we are. My detention lasts 'till lunchtime." She answered. Then, she spotted the cut above Harry's cheek. "Hey, what happened? Are you OK?"
"Huh? Oh yes, it's all good. I just got hit by a snowball."
Rachel began to chuckle. Then she took out her wand, pointed it at Harry's cut, muttered something under her breath and instantly it healed. "There you go."
"Oh, thanks."
"Well, you better go, McGonagall checks up on me. She could turn up any second-"
"Harry Potter, Harry Potter!"
Dobby was running towards Harry.
"Hi Dobby." Harry said.
"Dobby is very happy Harry Potter is here, sir. Now Dobby can give sir his present." He handed Harry a present, wrapped very tidily.
"You wrapped this, Dobby?" Harry asked, looking suspiciously at the neat present.
"Well, miss helped me, sir. Miss Rachel, sir." Dobby squeaked.
Rachel looked at Harry, and Harry looked at her. She was beaming at him. Harry grinned back.
"Well, is sir gonna open his present?" Dobby asked Harry.
"Oh ya." Harry said, and he started unfolding the wrapping paper. He opened it, and it turned out to be a very nice sweater. It had a boy riding a broom and chasing the Golden Snitch. Harry figured out that it must have been him.
"Does Harry Potter like Dobby's present? Dobby knitted it himself sir." Dobby said.
Harry grinned widely at Dobby and answered, "It's great, Dobby. I love it." He looked at Rachel, and she was still beaming at him.
"Dobby received your present, Harry Potter, sir!" Dobby squeaked up at Harry.
"But I." Harry was confused. He didn't get Dobby a present. He was about to say so when Rachel cut in.
"Umm, u know Harry, the one you asked me to give him, remember?"
"Ohh," Harry said, cottoning on. "Right, that one. Did you like it Dobby?"
"Yes sir. I is wearing it now. Look!" He pulled up his jumper and showed Harry a pair of very nice dragon hide boots, just the right size for Dobby.
When Dobby went back to work, Harry turned to Rachel, but Rachel read his mind and answered before he even opened his mouth.
"Let's just say it's from both of us. OK?"
"Alright!" Harry agreed.
*
When Harry, Ron, Hermione, Fred, and George came back from their snowball fight at lunchtime, they were all soaking wet. They each went up to their dormitory's, changed, and came back to the Great Hall warm and dry.
Harry saw Rachel sitting at Gryffindor table and talking to Rochelle Mar, another Gryffindor girl. He heard a part of their conversation.
"-I just can't believe they let Wood come." Rochelle said.
"Ya, I know. But they probably let him come because he used to be Captain of Quidditch. And I'm sure he's going to stay for the Quidditch game. Don't you think?" Rachel asked.
"'Course. But I still can't believe he's taking me to the dance. Did you see, he's so safe?"
"Yes, but really, no one beats Harry. He is the safest."
"Whatever! Hey, guess what I just - " But she stopped when she spotted Harry. "I'll see you later, Rach." And with that, she left the Great Hall.
"Hi Harry." Rachel said to Harry as he sat down beside her. "Did you have fun?"
"Well, I'm sure it would have been better with you there." Harry answered.
"Oh, your so sweet."
"Well, you know.Hey, can I ask you a question?"
"You just asked me one, but sure, you can ask me another."
"Well, um, what does 'safe' mean?" Harry asked.
"Oh," Rachel said, sounding surprised. "Well, it means, like, hot, cute, sexy, fine, you know, that kinda stuff."
"Oh," Harry said, and he felt himself go red.
After lunch, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Rachel, Fred and George went back outside, and continued their snowball fight. It was much more fun now that Rachel was there, Harry thought, as two snowballs came flying his way, which he dodged. But Rachel seemed that she was having the most fun, because most of the snowballs were being aimed at her, which Harry offered to be her shield. But as far as Harry was concerned, everyone was having a blast.
As seven o'clock neared, their snowball fight came to an end. Harry and Rachel walked up to the common room together before anyone else did. But once they said they were leaving, the rest of them left the snow on the ground, and headed back to Gryffindor Tower too.
At six-thirty, Harry went down to the common room, after getting into his dress robes, and waited for Rachel. She came down with Hermione a couple of minutes after Harry did. Rachel had a beautiful baby blue color robe on which had a couple of diamonds sprinkled around it, and her hair was down and was half straight and half curly, which made her look very beautiful. Hermione was wearing a pale pink robe, and her hair was tied up into a ponytail, but it wasn't puffy as usual, it was sleek. Harry figured that she used sleek-ease again.
Harry walked with Rachel down to the entrance of the Great Hall, since that was where the ball was going to take place. When he arrived there, he saw Chris Moon running towards Hermione. And then he looked behind him, and saw that Ron and Jackie were together already.
"Look," Rachel was saying to Harry. "There's Natasha Madison and Andre Fabian." She started laughing. "Oh, well. I did hook them up. Oooh, there's Shy and Mike. Hey guys."
"Hey Rachel."
"What's up?"
"Anyways," Rachel went on, "Leon Nathaniel and Aleli Vergera? No way! Oh, my god! Dere's Tazz and Angelica. Oh man, now that's funny. Hey, look!"
"What?" Harry asked, looking around.
"It's Rochelle Mar and Oliver Wood. That girl, she really loves that boy. C'mon, let's go and talk to them." So Rachel and Harry went to where Wood and Rochelle were. "Hiya guys!" Rachel said to Wood and Rochelle.
"Hi Wood," Harry said as he and Wood shook hands. If felt really good to see Wood again after all these years. "Hi Rochelle," Harry added, seeing that Rochelle looked quite offended that Harry hadn't said hello to her.
"So Wood," said Rachel. "I haven't seen you since, when, oh, just this summer?"
"Yes, that's right." Wood replied. "I hope you two are training for the big Quidditch tryouts."
"Of course we are." Rachel replied. "Me and Harry-" she looked at Harry, "- are working our butt's off. We filled out our tryout sheets already, so all we have to do is go and try out!"
"Well good luck, both of you."
"Anyways," Rochelle said, "Me and Wood go way back. We knew each other ever since I first came to Hogwarts, well, obviously," she laughed stupidly. "Yes, well, I'm so lucky, me and Wood are already engaged." She held up her hand and showed a big, gold ring on her finger. Harry noticed that Rochelle didn't seem too happy as she said that after all, Harry thought to himself, she was only fifteen.
Wood saw the expression on Rochelle's face and quickly said, between laughter, "You do want to marry me, right?"
"Course Wood," Rochelle said with a nervous look on her face, which quickly turned into a smile. "This engagement is for when we're old enough. I mean, I don't want to be getting married just yet! Right?"
Wood beamed at her. "Of Course! Duh! What, you think I'm gonna marry you now? Not a chance. Wait 'till we're both out of school. Oy, Harry, your time coming up soon too, eh? It'll be the best thing that could ever happen to you," Wood exclaimed.
Harry grinned at Rachel and said, "I guess so, huh?"
"So Harry, excited about the Quidditch Cup? I heard the other school is nothing compare to Hogwarts!" Rochelle said.
"I hope that's true Rochelle," Harry said.
"You staying for it Oliver?" Rachel asked.
"'Course! Wouldn't miss it for the world Harry."
"Well, see you two later," Rochelle said as she and Oliver walked away.
"Maybe we should go now, Harry." Rachel whispered into Harry's ear.
"Yes, let's" Harry replied, and they left.
"My oh my." Rachel muttered.
"What?" Harry asked.
"Look, Wood and Rochelle are kissing. Aw, it's so sweet." Rachel said.
Harry looked at Rachel from the corner of his eye and saw that she was looking at him with a grin on her face. "Makes you think, huh Harry?" she whispered.
"Erm, I dunno what you mean?"
Rachel started to laugh. "Oh Harry you prat!" Rachel said as she tugged Harry's arm. "You know what I mean! Need an example?" Harry saw Rachel wink at him and they both broke out into laughter.
"OH.look there Harry, Fred and George came with Angelina and, oh dear, Phyllis Bing." She paused, looked around, and then said, "Oh Shoot!"
"What is it?" Harry asked, seeing the surprised expression on Rachel's face. He looked where she pointed. "Oh, my god!" Harry shouted, looking as surprised as Rachel. "Cho Chang and Malfoy?"
"I know. Shiet!"
Harry couldn't believe his eyes. But when Malfoy looked at Harry, he started laughing. But when he saw whom Harry was with, he stopped laughing right away, and turned around so Harry couldn't see his face. And just then, the doors to the Great Hall opened. Everybody walked in.
The four tables (Gryffindor, Slytherin, Hufflepuff, and Ravenclaw) were nowhere in sight. Instead, were a whole bunch of small round tables, just like last year at the Yule Ball. Harry and Rachel went and sat down at one of the tables. They shared that table with Ron and Jackie, and Hermione and Chris.
Ron and Jackie were talking nonstop about what everyone was wearing (Fred had bought Ron new dress robes which looked much better than the ones he had last year), and Hermione and Chris were talking about what kind of jobs they wanted to do when they're out of school.
Harry and Rachel were looking over their menus, which they would use to order their food, and not talking at all. But suddenly, he heard a voice.
"So Rachel, how about a dance once the music comes on?" It was Malfoy.
Rachel was looking around the room, apparently nervous, while Harry's heart sank. Of course Rachel would say yes to Malfoy. And that would mean that Harry would not be able to dance with her first, which he really wanted to do.
"Well," Rachel was saying, "oh, I dunno, Draco. I'm kinda here with Harry, and I promised him that I'd dance with him - " Rachel winked at Harry, " - So."
"Oh, OK." Malfoy answered and he looked like he was resisting the urge to pounce at someone. "Well, will you at least dance with me later?"
"Um.sure, why not." Rachel answered.
"Great!"
"Only if me and Harry aren't dancing, OK, Draco?"
Malfoy looked at Harry as if he was about to kill him, but then looked back at Rachel, and said in a soft voice, "Sure." And he left.
Harry felt really happy now. But still, he wondered. But before he could stop himself, he asked, "How come you wanna dance with me so badly?"
"Well," Rachel began, "first of all because you asked me to this dance, and second of all, well, just cuz you asked me, not him."
"But when he asked you to the ball, before me mind you, and you still said no."
"Well, because I like you Harry, a lot. And I wanted you to ask me, not him, or anybody else." Rachel answered.
This made Harry blush, but Rachel wasn't finished yet. "Harry, you're special to me. Not that you're famous for defeating Voldemort, not that you're famous at all. I like you because you're special. Different, y'know? And I've never met anyone like you, ever. And plus, I think you're really cute. I just want you to know that."
Harry was totally taken aback. He didn't know what to say. He was aware that Hermione, Ron and their dates had fallen silent and where listening to them. Harry's head was reeling. True, Rachel was also different to him. But if he said that, would she think that he's just trying to make it sound like he means it? "Well, Rachel, I-I." Harry didn't know what to say, but what he said next, surprised even him. "Rachel, I love you!"
That did it, now Rachel hated him for sure. And if she didn't say it back than he'd feel even worse. How could Ron and Hermione tell Jackie and Chris that they loved them? Harry was feeling totally embarrassed. Hermione dropped her fork, which clattered on her plate and made a loud ringing noise in Harry's ear, Ron's mouth dropped open and drool was coming out. Everyone was starting at Harry, dumbstruck. Now what, he thought. Rachel was just staring at him, as if he was crazy, but then, she broke into tears.
"N-nobody ever t-t-told me dat b-b-before." She sobbed. Then she looked at Harry, all her make-up smudged all over her face, and tears in her eyes, she said, "Harry, I love you too. Please, don't ever leave me." And she fell right into Harry's arms. He held her tight to his body, feeling very relieved, and very surprised at what she had just said. He didn't even notice people around sniggering.
"I won't" Harry promised. "I won't ever leave you, Rachel. I promise." He looked at her, and then at everyone else around the table, they were all looking at him and Rachel. Ron gave Harry the "Thumbs-up" and Hermione beamed at him. He then looked at Rachel again and said, "Why don't we go and wash you up. Your make up's all smudged."
Rachel looked at him, and said, "OK. Does it look really bad?" He and Rachel both laughed, and then they made their way back to Gryffindor Tower.
When Rachel came out of her dormitory, twenty minutes later, looking better than ever, they made their way back to the Great Hall. As they were walking, Harry told Rachel, "You're really beautiful you know that? But it's not only your physical appearance. Your beautiful inside, too."
"Thank you, Harry." Rachel said, beaming at him.
When they arrived at the Great Hall, they went to their table, ordered some food, and wolfed it down.
In the middle of finishing their meals, Dumbledore got up and with a swoosh of his wand, a stage appeared in the right side of the Hall, and there were a bunch of singers on stage. Right away, they started playing a slow song. Most people were getting up and going to the big empty space in the Hall, which was the dance floor. Without finishing their meals, Rachel pulled Harry to the dance floor, as did Chris to Hermione and Ron to Jackie.
Rachel took her hands and put them around Harry's neck, while Harry put his hands around Rachel's hips. He realized that they were really close together. He realized this because he could hear Rachel breathing, since her face was right by his ear. He saw Rochelle and Wood dancing and making out at the same time. Then he looked to his right, and saw Fred and George dancing with their partners. A little further away, Harry saw Dumbledore dancing with Professor McGonagall, and Professor Trewlany with Snape. Harry wanted to burst out with laughter, but held it in, because he was dancing with Rachel. He felt Rachel put her head on his chest. Then he looked up, and saw that Ron and Jackie were dancing right beside them. He also saw where Ron's hands were. They were on Jackie's butt, and were squeezing it. Ron looked at Harry, and they both sniggered. Harry decided he was going to do that to Rachel, to impress Ron so he slid his hands on Rachel's butt, too. Then he saw that Ron was smiling, nastily, so Harry smiled too, as he heard Rachel giggle.
When the song was over, which Harry didn't want to be over, a nice, fast song came on. Harry realized that it was the same song that he and Rachel had made a dance to. Then, he heard Rachel whisper in his ear, "Harry, c'mon, let's do our dance."
This is what Harry was afraid of. He quickly said "No" but Rachel didn't hear him. She was already dragging him to the middle of the dance floor.
"OK, Harry. This is it." Rachel said to Harry. "On three. One.Two.Three." They had started dancing. Harry couldn't believe what he was doing. As he danced beside Rachel, he saw that people made a big circle around them, and he felt that every face in the Great Hall was looking at him and Rachel, including the teachers. But what made him feel even more embarrassed, was that Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle were laughing at him. But Cho, which was standing beside them (Crabbe and Goyle didn't have dates), slapped Malfoy in the face for laughing at Harry, and stomped away. Harry couldn't help but grin.
Harry was very relieved when the song had finished. Everyone was applauding their performance, and he heard people shout out things such as, "You're the best dancer, Harry", "Shake that ass, Harry", and "YA! You guys rule!" Harry felt himself blushing. He was also very tired.
"Let's get some fresh air." He whispered to Rachel.
"Good idea." Rachel answered, panting. But before they could go, Malfoy went up to Rachel.
"You promised me a dance, Rachel." He said.
"Umm, right. You don't mind, do you, Harry?" Rachel asked him.
Harry felt his heart sink down to his stomach. His throat felt all dried up and he felt he couldn't say a word. Of course he minded, how could Rachel even ask him this. But at the look of plea on Rachel's face, Harry nodded, and walked away. He heard Malfoy sniggering behind his back. He walked away. He didn't even know where to go. His legs were leading him out of the Great Hall. He felt terrible. He chanced a glance at Rachel and Malfoy and saw that they were slowly revolving on the dance floor. Malfoy was holding Rachel very close to his body, and their eyes were locked.
Harry felt a stab of jealousy. How could he have let Malfoy get Rachel? How?
"I love you, Harry!" Harry heard a whisper in his ear. He jumped and looked around. Cho was standing beside Harry. Had she said what he heard? Or was he just imagining it?
"What did you say?" He asked Cho.
"Umm, I asked, are you alright?" Cho said. "I saw Malfoy and Rachel dancing, then I saw you walking out of the Great Hall, looking rather hurt, so I followed you."
Harry felt his face burning. Then he realized that he was outside. Outside and alone with Cho. No Cedric Diggory to take her away, and no Malfoy. Then, Harry said, "Yea, I'm fine, thanks!"
"Oh, ok!" Cho said. Then she turned and looked at the sky. Harry glanced up at it too. The stars were starting to come out now. It was getting rather dark. He could just make out the last streaks of the setting sun.
"I'm sorry about Cedric." Harry said, felling rather badly.
"Oh! It's not your fault Harry, don't worry." Cho said, and Harry was surprised to see tears in her eyes. He looked at her, and then, as if instinct, he hugged her.
They stood there, hugging. When they finally broke apart, Harry was looking into Cho's eyes. And she was looking back at him. Her face was coming closer to his, and then he felt her soft lips touch his. It was the best feeling in his life! He felt his whole body warm up, and all his fears and problems seemed to disappear. He focused his whole attention to the kiss. Now this is what love was, Harry thought, this feeling of being secure. It was comforting.
But before he knew it, they had broken apart. The kiss had ended. He wished it could have gone on forever, he wouldn't have minded. And by the look on Cho's face, she didn't want the kiss to end either. So Harry pulled her towards him and kissed her again. It seemed to go on forever. Is this what heaven felt like, it was great.
He heard a crack of a twig and he and Cho broke apart for the second time and looked to the side, from where the sound came from. Harry was horrified, Cho gasped. Rachel was standing there with a tear-streaked face. She looked at Harry, said, "How could you?" And ran off in the opposite direction.
"Oh, dear." Cho said. "I'm so sorry Harry." But she didn't really look it. Harry looked at her, and then saw a smile spreading across her face.
Then he heard a cold voice.
"Good job, Chang." It was Malfoy.
Harry spun around, horrified. Cho walked towards Malfoy, and they kissed, it made Harry want to hurl.
"Any time, Hun." Cho replied to Malfoy as they broke apart, and suddenly, Harry understood. Malfoy made Cho kiss Harry so Rachel could get mad and break up. What a motherfucker, Harry thought.
"You fuckin' loser," Harry said to Malfoy. "You'll go to any lengths to get what you want. I don't believe it! Then again.it IS you, so." He turned to Cho. "But you? I would NEVER have believed it. Diggory was, was.I have no idea what he saw in you, nor do I! You're a fuckin slut! You BELONG with Malfoy. Burn in hell, both of you!!" Harry turned on his heel and ran after Rachel. He looked back at Cho and Malfoy, and saw that they were laughing at him. He couldn't believe how angry he was. He wanted to stab the pair of them.
He saw Rachel sitting on a bench and approached her. She looked up, saw him, and ran. "Wait!" Harry shouted. He caught up to her, and grabbed her arm.
"Let go of me, you lying, cheating bastard!" Rachel looked furious. "I guess you think this is revenge for me dancing with Draco, huh? Do you?"
"No!" Harry said, outraged. "Of course not. It." And he explained
"Right! I've known Malfoy most of my life, he would never do that, EVER!!!"
"Your wrong, he." Harry had to stop and think. He was arguing because he had a girl problem. Never, in all his days, did he think that this would happen. Then he realized, that he was growing and maturing, slowly reaching adulthood. Then he stopped, and didn't want to think about the future, just yet. He looked into Rachel's eyes, said in a calm, soothing voice, "Look, I don't know how well you know Malfoy, but he is a lying bastard. He and Cho were in on it together. I would NEVER cheat on you. I love you too much," and with that wrapped her in a tight hug. But Rachel seemed to forgive him. Her face glowed.
They started were walking down a pathway just outside the castle. "That was some dance, huh?" Rachel asked Harry, after a couple of minutes of just walking around in silence.
"Ya," Harry agreed. Then he realized that they had stopped walking. He and Rachel were really close now. And she was leaning closer to him, and Harry was leaning closer to her. Harry was going to receive his first kiss from Rachel. The girl he truly loved. Forget that slut, Chang. She was just a bitch desperate for guys. He took Rachel's hand, pulled it towards him and started leaning closer to her. He took his other hand and was getting ready to kiss her. He leaned his hand against the statue behind him for support, but before he could get any closer to Rachel and kiss her, he felt a jerk somewhere behind his navel. His feet had left the ground. He could not let his hand go from the statue. It was pulling him onwards, in a howl of wind and swirling color, Rachel at his side.
*
A/N: HAHA!!! Cliffhanger..or whatever u call it..MUAHAHA!!!!! Dun wry, I wont keep you hangin THAT long.muahaha!!!!!