Cho felt ill.
Well, at least she thought she did. She kind of felt dazed, happy.
She swayed and stumbled as she made her way down the flights of stairs on the way to breakfast.
All she could remember is running up into her dorm to hide. In there, she found a small bottle of red potion on her bedside table. A note was tied to it, and it has said something like To Cho from Harry, xxx.
And, of course, she had downed it in a swallow.
Draco was having a full-staged argument with Ginny over Harry. The argument was going something like this –
Draco – If you really loved me, Ginny, you would have beaten Potter back long ago. We were made for each other, love.
Ginny – We weren't made for each other, Draco. You know that as well as I do.
Draco – For hell's sake, Gin, do you love me or not?
Ginny – Oh, of course I do, it's just that –
Then, a house elf had walked up to them with a tray of drinks. There were only two drinks on the tray. Each glass was filled with a mysterious red liquid.
Dobby – The house elves in the kitchen have invented a new cocktail, sir! Would sir like to try it? It's called Love at First Sight, sir!
Draco, feeling important, downed the lot. Ginny, however, didn't touch it.
Cho stepped down into the entrance hall, still feeling hazy. She looked behind her and saw Harry about a flight of stairs behind. She had been meaning to ask him about the drink, but that could wait...it was so lovely just staring at him...yes, that helped at lot...she would keep staring...
Draco put the glass back on the tray the elf was carrying, and looked around, and saw Cho on the bottom stair, gazing up at Potter. Well, that wouldn't do...he wouldn't have a gorgeous young thing like her hanging after a waste of space like him. Of course, Potter hadn't noticed her yet...
Harry felt weird after drinking the potion, but then he saw Ginny...and he began to feel lighter, happier...it wouldn't do any harm to go and put his arm around her, would it?
Dumbledore was making his way towards the breakfast hall, when he saw a peculiar sight. Realising the effects and mistakes of the potion, he became instantly livid.
'DOBBY! MEET ME IN MY OFFICE! NOW!'