Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters.
Silver: Sorry about last chapter, I know it's a little boring, I wrote it on the airplane, so you know… I tried to make this chapter more interesting. Really hope you like it.
kitty: Yeah, you got the Chinese, great!
Alec6427: You want everything turns out great.
shdurrani: Thanks for the review.
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Recap: Finally, she finished the seven things, all together, and sent them by the owl. ~Sigh~ Why is life so tough. She thought. Her little fairytale-world broke, when her cousin told her that there was no such a thing as 'happily ever after' when she was only three. But there was something, something you couldn't see, you couldn't touch, but feel, kept her alive. For more than twenty year…
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~Chapter Five: A Beautiful Mistake~
Cho looked down at her watch, 2:30 a.m., for some reason, she wasn't as tired as that the previous morning, and she didn't feel like going home. She was too empty, she was too lonely, and she didn't want to back and face herself again in her tiny apartment.
She apparated to Hogsmeade, it was eerily quiet compare to the Hogsmeade in her mind. Of course, she never came her three in the morning either. She wondered around and saw the only source of light, The Three Broomsticks. She saw no one, except for Madam Rosmerta, (A/N: Is that the lady's name? I read the books in Chinese version.) of course, but then, she saw another… human, maybe, wearing a large black cloak.
"May I help you?" Madam Rosmerta offered a smile.
"Um, I would like a Firewhiskey, please." She didn't often drink alcohol, but today, she wanted to get drunk, it wouldn't be great, she knew, but she wanted to. Alcohol could make her forget about all her miseries, well, at least for that night.
"Sure thing." Madam Rosmerta smiled and handed Cho a bottle of Firewhiskey.
"Thanks," Cho replied. She slipped her Firewhiskey, wordlessly, motionlessly. She stared at the person who was at the end of bar. There was something familiar about him to her. Maybe it was the Whiskey she had, feeling bold, she walked over and put her slender hand on the person's shoulder. He turned around, staring back her with his gaunt but still intelligent green eyes. "Harry?!" She exclaimed.
"Cho?" The man answered, half drunk. "What are you doing here in the middle of the night?" He asked.
"What are you doing here in the middle of the night?" Cho asked back.
"I… I don't feel like being at home, alone. You?"
"I, well, I don't want to be at home by myself, too." Cho whispered back.
"Okay then," Harry took another slip of his Firewhiskey and looked up again. "Cho?"
"Hum?"
"Talk to me."
Harry's request made Cho confused, "I beg you pardon?"
"Talk to me." Harry said again, drunkenly.
"About what?" Cho asked, slipping her Firewhiskey.
"I don't know, about you maybe, if you don't mind."
Cho gave a little laugh, "Me, I'm not a interesting person, talking about me?"
"Yeah, you're interesting to me." Harry said.
Cho looked up, surprised, "Okay, if you think so, what do you want to know about me?"
"Anything, where do you live?"
"Victoria Dr., you?"
"Oh, I live here, at Hogsmeade."
"Oh." Silence fell. Both of sitting there, slipping their Firewhiskey. Didn't know why, but Cho had a strong desire to tell Harry how she felt about him. She wanted him to know, even if he wouldn't love her, she wanted him to know, at lease, she loved him. At least, she loved him. "Harry."
"Yeah?"
What's the point?! Cho Chang, don't make fun of yourself! She told herself, "Never mind."
"No, tell me." Harry asked.
"No, you won't be interested."
"I will!" Harry yelled. His voice made Madam Rosmerta jump. "Sorry." He said. Suddenly, he stood up, pulled Cho in his arms once again. It shocked Madam Rosmerta, but I shocked Cho more. Harry pressed his lips against Cho's, Cho enjoyed the sweetness of his lips, involuntarily, she kissed him back, with all her passion and hunger. Madam Rosmerta knew better that stick around, she left the front desk back to her office, left the two lovers alone.
Neither of them wanted to let go of each other, they clung to each other, listen to each other's heartbeats, filling each other's emptiness. His fingers ran through her soft midnight black hair. Finally, Cho pulled away, gazed into his eyes, breathlessly. She saw the sorrow, the innocence, the hopelessness, and the pain in his eyes. She locked her hands behind his neck, drew his head to her level, closed her eyes, and kissed him once more…
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Harry slept with a slight hint of smile on his face, lay with his arms around a dainty-looking woman by his side. The full moon's light shone on them through the open window, both of them slept peacefully. (A/N: If you want something happened between them that night, think that way, if you don't, then they did nothing.)
Harry woke up next morning with a hangover, and Cho with a headache, but in the deepest place in their heart, there was a sweet memory.
"Cho, I'm so sorry. I… I... well... Don't come near me next time when I'm drinking." Harry said in frustration.
"It's okay." Cho replied, privately thinking that she might want to get near him again only when he's drunk.
"I'm really sorry, I know I shouldn't… but I, my mind wasn't clear, you know."
"Yeah, I know, don't worry, I don't mind… that."
"So, I didn't offend you, I mean, are we still friends?"
"Yes, of course we are still friends." Actually, I want to be more than just friends, Cho thought. "You thought I was your princess, again, didn't you?"
"Yeah…" Harry answered. Actually, you are my princess.
"Well, I'll just be going, work, you know." Finally Cho said.
"Yeah, see you."
"Bye." With that, Cho left Harry, she went home first, gathered her stuff and went to work. Since she had done all the work she planned to do for the next week, she had nothing to do now. She thought about last, to her, it was kind of sweet, actually. She knew that Harry was drunk and, again, thought she was Ginny, or whomever that lucky girl was. But she didn't know that lucky girl was herself.
Even she thought that Harry didn't like her, still, she wanted to be with him, like last night. She knew it was a mistake, but it was a beautiful mistake…
A/N: Is this more more interesting? Hope so, if you like it, please REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Thanks a lot.
Silver: Sorry about last chapter, I know it's a little boring, I wrote it on the airplane, so you know… I tried to make this chapter more interesting. Really hope you like it.
kitty: Yeah, you got the Chinese, great!
Alec6427: You want everything turns out great.
shdurrani: Thanks for the review.
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Recap: Finally, she finished the seven things, all together, and sent them by the owl. ~Sigh~ Why is life so tough. She thought. Her little fairytale-world broke, when her cousin told her that there was no such a thing as 'happily ever after' when she was only three. But there was something, something you couldn't see, you couldn't touch, but feel, kept her alive. For more than twenty year…
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~Chapter Five: A Beautiful Mistake~
Cho looked down at her watch, 2:30 a.m., for some reason, she wasn't as tired as that the previous morning, and she didn't feel like going home. She was too empty, she was too lonely, and she didn't want to back and face herself again in her tiny apartment.
She apparated to Hogsmeade, it was eerily quiet compare to the Hogsmeade in her mind. Of course, she never came her three in the morning either. She wondered around and saw the only source of light, The Three Broomsticks. She saw no one, except for Madam Rosmerta, (A/N: Is that the lady's name? I read the books in Chinese version.) of course, but then, she saw another… human, maybe, wearing a large black cloak.
"May I help you?" Madam Rosmerta offered a smile.
"Um, I would like a Firewhiskey, please." She didn't often drink alcohol, but today, she wanted to get drunk, it wouldn't be great, she knew, but she wanted to. Alcohol could make her forget about all her miseries, well, at least for that night.
"Sure thing." Madam Rosmerta smiled and handed Cho a bottle of Firewhiskey.
"Thanks," Cho replied. She slipped her Firewhiskey, wordlessly, motionlessly. She stared at the person who was at the end of bar. There was something familiar about him to her. Maybe it was the Whiskey she had, feeling bold, she walked over and put her slender hand on the person's shoulder. He turned around, staring back her with his gaunt but still intelligent green eyes. "Harry?!" She exclaimed.
"Cho?" The man answered, half drunk. "What are you doing here in the middle of the night?" He asked.
"What are you doing here in the middle of the night?" Cho asked back.
"I… I don't feel like being at home, alone. You?"
"I, well, I don't want to be at home by myself, too." Cho whispered back.
"Okay then," Harry took another slip of his Firewhiskey and looked up again. "Cho?"
"Hum?"
"Talk to me."
Harry's request made Cho confused, "I beg you pardon?"
"Talk to me." Harry said again, drunkenly.
"About what?" Cho asked, slipping her Firewhiskey.
"I don't know, about you maybe, if you don't mind."
Cho gave a little laugh, "Me, I'm not a interesting person, talking about me?"
"Yeah, you're interesting to me." Harry said.
Cho looked up, surprised, "Okay, if you think so, what do you want to know about me?"
"Anything, where do you live?"
"Victoria Dr., you?"
"Oh, I live here, at Hogsmeade."
"Oh." Silence fell. Both of sitting there, slipping their Firewhiskey. Didn't know why, but Cho had a strong desire to tell Harry how she felt about him. She wanted him to know, even if he wouldn't love her, she wanted him to know, at lease, she loved him. At least, she loved him. "Harry."
"Yeah?"
What's the point?! Cho Chang, don't make fun of yourself! She told herself, "Never mind."
"No, tell me." Harry asked.
"No, you won't be interested."
"I will!" Harry yelled. His voice made Madam Rosmerta jump. "Sorry." He said. Suddenly, he stood up, pulled Cho in his arms once again. It shocked Madam Rosmerta, but I shocked Cho more. Harry pressed his lips against Cho's, Cho enjoyed the sweetness of his lips, involuntarily, she kissed him back, with all her passion and hunger. Madam Rosmerta knew better that stick around, she left the front desk back to her office, left the two lovers alone.
Neither of them wanted to let go of each other, they clung to each other, listen to each other's heartbeats, filling each other's emptiness. His fingers ran through her soft midnight black hair. Finally, Cho pulled away, gazed into his eyes, breathlessly. She saw the sorrow, the innocence, the hopelessness, and the pain in his eyes. She locked her hands behind his neck, drew his head to her level, closed her eyes, and kissed him once more…
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Harry slept with a slight hint of smile on his face, lay with his arms around a dainty-looking woman by his side. The full moon's light shone on them through the open window, both of them slept peacefully. (A/N: If you want something happened between them that night, think that way, if you don't, then they did nothing.)
Harry woke up next morning with a hangover, and Cho with a headache, but in the deepest place in their heart, there was a sweet memory.
"Cho, I'm so sorry. I… I... well... Don't come near me next time when I'm drinking." Harry said in frustration.
"It's okay." Cho replied, privately thinking that she might want to get near him again only when he's drunk.
"I'm really sorry, I know I shouldn't… but I, my mind wasn't clear, you know."
"Yeah, I know, don't worry, I don't mind… that."
"So, I didn't offend you, I mean, are we still friends?"
"Yes, of course we are still friends." Actually, I want to be more than just friends, Cho thought. "You thought I was your princess, again, didn't you?"
"Yeah…" Harry answered. Actually, you are my princess.
"Well, I'll just be going, work, you know." Finally Cho said.
"Yeah, see you."
"Bye." With that, Cho left Harry, she went home first, gathered her stuff and went to work. Since she had done all the work she planned to do for the next week, she had nothing to do now. She thought about last, to her, it was kind of sweet, actually. She knew that Harry was drunk and, again, thought she was Ginny, or whomever that lucky girl was. But she didn't know that lucky girl was herself.
Even she thought that Harry didn't like her, still, she wanted to be with him, like last night. She knew it was a mistake, but it was a beautiful mistake…
A/N: Is this more more interesting? Hope so, if you like it, please REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Thanks a lot.