Chapter 2

"What's your problem?" Ron persisted at the Gryffindor house table, early
that morning.

"I said.....nothing!" Harry replied, getting annoyed at Ron, who had already asked the same question at least ten times. But Harry knew that he looked far away and vacant. He just could not stop thinking about Ginny. He did
feel guilty about his dream but he couldn't help it.
Its not like I wanted to have it, Harry pondered. Or did I?

Just then, Ginny sat down across the table from him.
"Hi guys," she said brightly. Harry's heart started pounding as he looked across the table at her. She seemed perfectly indifferent towards him. A wave of fury rose in Harry, how could she just act as if nothing had ever happened, as if he hadn't walked in on her half naked? Or did he just imagine the disappointment he saw on Ginny's face, when he said that he was only looking for Cho? Harry listened
to the others talking, not bothering to join in on the conversation.
Eventually, he heard Ginny say, "Well, I'm off to first period, I'll see you all at lunch." As the others
said goodbye, the clockworks in Harrys brain worked away furiously. He
might as well make his move now, he desperately needed to find out what
feelings Ginny had for him, if any. Cho, at that very moment seemed a distant memory, pushed to the back of his mind, wasting space. He stood up, knocking his glass over as he did so, and hurried after Ginny, ignoring the surprised cries of Hermione and Ron.

He
saw Ginny turn a corner, and raced after her. He finally caught up with
her, just outside of his Potions classroom.
"Ginny," he yelled. She spun around, looking startled to see him.
"Harry, what....." But before she could finish her sentence, Harry had pinned her against the wall. Ignoring her struggles and slipping his arms around her slim waist, he kissed her. She relaxed into his arms and elation filled Harry's entire
body, a warm, tingling feeling, almost like he was flying. He wanted to savour the moment forever, he was so aware, aware of her, the taste of her
lips, the feeling of her slight figure pressing against him.
Suddenly, Ginny quickly pulled away, turning her head. Placing her hands on Harry's chest, she pushed him gently, causing him to stumble a few steps
back.
"Harry," she whispered. "I can't."
"Why not?" Harry answered desperately, his voice filled with despair.
Harry could see her eyes fill with tears. "Because I am already with someone," she started, and her voice shook, but she continued shakily. "I got sick of waiting Harry, I have liked you for so long, I thought that if I went out with someone else, I would get over
you."

"But obviously not," she finished, a single tear falling down her cheek.
Ginny leant in, kissing Harry back. Their lips interlocked in perfect unison, and
Harry felt, once more, that feeling of warm, tingling elation.

Suddenly, Harry heard a gasp from behind him and spun around sharply. He knew who it was going to be, even before he saw the person. His eyes fell
on a girl, with long, raven black hair and eyes of the deepest blue.
It was Cho.

Her disbelief showed all over her face and with a single glance into her eyes, Harry could see the pain that was now threatening to engulf her. He wanted to protect her from the pain, shield her from the hurt, but he could not, as he was the one who had inflicted it upon her in the first place.
Cho stared at Harry, and opened her mouth as if to say something, but closed it again. She gave a small choke, on the verge of tears. Harry knew
that she wanted to explode, to sob uncontrollably but she was trying to
hold it in, to be strong.
Harry took a step towards her, his hand extended. "Cho........" he began, but any words he wanted to form, died in his throat.

Cho's expression changed and all of a sudden, her face was overwhelmed by disgust. She looked down at him, with a cold, icy stare, as if he was mud on her shoe and turning on her heel, she strode off. His body felt numb, how could a few moments of pleasure impose so much pain? .

Harry watched
Cho's departing figure with utmost despair
What had he done?