Chapter Two
Hermione's Jealousy
Finishing my breakfast as fast as I can, I saw Hermione doing the same. Of course, she wanted to go to the library once more to finish off her Homework Assignments. Looking around I caught Harry's eye, I couldn't pull away from those green emeralds. They seemed to be saying something - well almost - as if he could only tell this thing to me alone.
I couldn't see why he didn't catch up to me all Christmas, after all none of my friends ever stayed here at this time of Year. Then, as I looked deeper into those eyes I saw something that wasn't there before, something that seemed to grab my heart and pull it towards his direction. The omelet that was on my spoon was forgotten and just then a warm flicker had started to flood my body.
Seeing that I had caught his eye and wasn't pulling away or making a face he stayed there. Someone had clashed into my back but I wasn't paying attention. I really wanted to find out what that magic was. Did he just cast a spell on me? A blush slid onto my cheeks and I looked around to see the person who knocked into me. It was Michelle. She had sat beside me and started to eat just as furious as Hermione and I. I opened my mouth but -
"Can't talk, eating," she mumbled and spread some jam onto a still warm piece of toast.
I looked back frantically wanting to grasp that power once more but it didn't come. Looking back into his eyes wasn't the same when his attention was drawn to his friends. I sighed sadly, I wish I had friends. A brass picture frame gave a light thud on my left rib and my heart sank lower than it could already have gone. I missed Cedric.
I was making my way up the stairs to go to the Owlery when I bumped into someone.
"Sorry," it muttered the voice familiar.
"Sorry," I mumbled back. I didn't want to turn around, I had to write a letter to my parents about what was happening, I always did and they always sent a letter to the Owlery. Already I had delayed fifteen minutes with my letter writing and then here was another person who wanted to waste time.
"Cho?" he asked flabbergasted. "I - I thought you usually go home um, what are you doing up here?"
"Sending a letter," I said my voice once more shy. I could never do what Harry had done over the past few years, I could never stand up to Voldermort himself - oh, there I go saying his name and all. Every time I try to speak to him civilly, to show who I really am I always hide in my shell. I don't know why, it just happens.
"Oh," he said his cheeks burning.
"What are you doing up here then?" I asked my eye caught on a small bottle of Hotel Shampoo.
"This?" he asked nervously and I nodded. "It's from the Dursleys, late present - well I'm surprised they even sent a present." I gave him a weak grin and passed on. It was becoming better, I thought. Last time I couldn't even look at him without letting off a pathetic smile, he must think I'm a loser.
I climbed up the creaky steps to the Owlery and I saw the back of a girl with thick brown hair - Hermione.
"Hello," I said calmly stroking my owl, Erwin with my index finger and showing her the letter I brought.
"Hi," Hermione said darkly. Why did she hate me so? So far she is friends with Harry, solved Professor Snape's Potion Problem, found the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets, was Krum's partner at the Yule Ball, and is the smartest girl in her class - what did she despise most of all from me still?
"Are you okay?" I asked concern in my voice as I wrapped my scroll of parchment around the willing Erwin's leg. She gave me a sharp look and turned away quickly.
"Of course," she said smugly. "Fine and dandy, that's me, alright."
"You don't sound like it," I said as casual as possible. I didn't want the conversation to go to bad levels, plus the smell of Owl poop was making me weak. "Spill it."
Hermione turned around and laid brown accusing eyes on me. I thought of turning away but I had told her to spill.
"You put one finger on him and you're dead."
And with that Hermione walked down the steps the sound of her feet becoming fainter and fainter.
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Finishing my breakfast as fast as I can, I saw Hermione doing the same. Of course, she wanted to go to the library once more to finish off her Homework Assignments. Looking around I caught Harry's eye, I couldn't pull away from those green emeralds. They seemed to be saying something - well almost - as if he could only tell this thing to me alone.
I couldn't see why he didn't catch up to me all Christmas, after all none of my friends ever stayed here at this time of Year. Then, as I looked deeper into those eyes I saw something that wasn't there before, something that seemed to grab my heart and pull it towards his direction. The omelet that was on my spoon was forgotten and just then a warm flicker had started to flood my body.
Seeing that I had caught his eye and wasn't pulling away or making a face he stayed there. Someone had clashed into my back but I wasn't paying attention. I really wanted to find out what that magic was. Did he just cast a spell on me? A blush slid onto my cheeks and I looked around to see the person who knocked into me. It was Michelle. She had sat beside me and started to eat just as furious as Hermione and I. I opened my mouth but -
"Can't talk, eating," she mumbled and spread some jam onto a still warm piece of toast.
I looked back frantically wanting to grasp that power once more but it didn't come. Looking back into his eyes wasn't the same when his attention was drawn to his friends. I sighed sadly, I wish I had friends. A brass picture frame gave a light thud on my left rib and my heart sank lower than it could already have gone. I missed Cedric.
I was making my way up the stairs to go to the Owlery when I bumped into someone.
"Sorry," it muttered the voice familiar.
"Sorry," I mumbled back. I didn't want to turn around, I had to write a letter to my parents about what was happening, I always did and they always sent a letter to the Owlery. Already I had delayed fifteen minutes with my letter writing and then here was another person who wanted to waste time.
"Cho?" he asked flabbergasted. "I - I thought you usually go home um, what are you doing up here?"
"Sending a letter," I said my voice once more shy. I could never do what Harry had done over the past few years, I could never stand up to Voldermort himself - oh, there I go saying his name and all. Every time I try to speak to him civilly, to show who I really am I always hide in my shell. I don't know why, it just happens.
"Oh," he said his cheeks burning.
"What are you doing up here then?" I asked my eye caught on a small bottle of Hotel Shampoo.
"This?" he asked nervously and I nodded. "It's from the Dursleys, late present - well I'm surprised they even sent a present." I gave him a weak grin and passed on. It was becoming better, I thought. Last time I couldn't even look at him without letting off a pathetic smile, he must think I'm a loser.
I climbed up the creaky steps to the Owlery and I saw the back of a girl with thick brown hair - Hermione.
"Hello," I said calmly stroking my owl, Erwin with my index finger and showing her the letter I brought.
"Hi," Hermione said darkly. Why did she hate me so? So far she is friends with Harry, solved Professor Snape's Potion Problem, found the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets, was Krum's partner at the Yule Ball, and is the smartest girl in her class - what did she despise most of all from me still?
"Are you okay?" I asked concern in my voice as I wrapped my scroll of parchment around the willing Erwin's leg. She gave me a sharp look and turned away quickly.
"Of course," she said smugly. "Fine and dandy, that's me, alright."
"You don't sound like it," I said as casual as possible. I didn't want the conversation to go to bad levels, plus the smell of Owl poop was making me weak. "Spill it."
Hermione turned around and laid brown accusing eyes on me. I thought of turning away but I had told her to spill.
"You put one finger on him and you're dead."
And with that Hermione walked down the steps the sound of her feet becoming fainter and fainter.
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