November 23rd, 2:20 pm Hospital Wing

Harry just came by with a box of chocolate frogs, that was very sweet of him. I am having a tough time writing with my left hand. I'm still in a lot of pain from Friday's accident. I want to thank Madam Pomfrey for being so nice to me.

I guess what happened is a pretty simple explanation, I was hit off my broom by a bludger. A slimy Slytherin bludger at that. But I am proud to say that I caught the snitch before that git Draco and we won by one hundred points.

Oh god Pansy Parkinson just walked in here with Millicent Bulstrode, I have to go.

5:48 pm Still in the Hospital wing

Seems she just came in here to brag about Draco taking her to the Yule Ball. As if I cared, she looks like a pug and she has the common sense of one too. I hadn't much thought about the Yule Ball, it is after all a month away. If I wanted to find a date by then I probably could. I could even go with Harry.

Some other Ravenclaws came in here to congratulate me on our victory over Slytherin. All we have to is beat Hufflepuff and it seems we'll be playing Gryffindor for the house cup. Harry always had a better eye at catching the snitch than I have. Maybe I should begin to train extra hard now.

I think I need to get out of this room and go outside, it's too stuffy in here. I just hope Madam Pomfrey doesn't catch me leave the wing or they're be hell to pay. Seems I am the hospital wing's official resident. I have visited it more than anyone else so far this year.

6:59 pm -- after spending a good hour outside, I'm back in my warm hospital bed

It's beginning to lightly snow here in the courtyard, which I am sure is not good for my health. It's also starting to get dark but I don't care. It feels good to be outside enjoying the fresh Scottish air. I saw Fred Weasley and he congratulated on my victory over Slytherin. Apparently the only ones who wanted Slytherin to win was Slytherin.

"Thanks Freddy." I spoke.

"Of course we're still going to beat you in the final match." He grinned.

"Ha, you wish!" I replied.

"You're forgetting, we have Harry Potter on our side."

"And you're forgetting that Harry is dealing with a lot right now and won't be up to normal concentration." I informed him.

"Aye... how very unfortunate. Everyone has been acting unlike themselves lately." Fred stated.

"What do you mean?"

"Even my little brother is weirder than usual."

I swallowed and stared at the damp ground, I knew why Ron was acting weird but I certainly couldn't tell Fred.

"Hey Cho?"

"Yeah?"

"Would you go to the Yule Ball with me? I mean I know this is abrupt and probably too soon... but I heard about your break up with Harry and I just thought since we're friends and all... we could, you know, go as friends."

I looked up at Fred and considered him for a moment. "Just as friends?"

"Just as friends."

"You have a deal." I replied.

Fred smiled and shook my hand.

"But you can't buy me off to win the Quidditch match."

"I would never!" He insisted jokingly.

"Ha!"

"Anyway, confidentially speaking," He leaned forward, "I think you may a good chance of winning."

"Why thank you Fred."

Fred nodded and stood up stretching his arms.

"So where's your better half?"

"Off snogging Katie Bell somewhere I imagine..." Fred shook his head.

"So they're..."

"Yup."

"Oh."

"Come on, let me walk you back inside. You look cold." Fred said very un-Fred-like.

I smiled and took him up on his offer.

As we walked back towards the castle, I could make out the outline of the back of Pansy Parkinson's head and the front of Draco Malfoy's face. I could have sworn for a second those blue hues of his had almost turned green. It gave me much satisfaction as I marched up the stony steps of the great castle with triumph.