The next week was a flurry of work. He had to pay more attention to the
newspaper than he ever had. He kept track of the candidates, the voters,
the authorities. Of course, the authorities were really him and Cho. But
that didn't matter that much.
"Why so fancy?" said Harry, when Cho came in to work very dressed up.
She sighed. "I told you this already. I'm making a statement about the election. Remember?"
Harry shrugged. "Sure, why not."
Cho shook her head. She sat down at her desk. She looked at her watch. She shuffled some papers.
"Is there something wrong?" said Harry.
Cho shook her head. "No. I just don't have to leave for another five minutes. I don't have time for any work."
Harry nodded and put down what he was doing. "This is your first big television show, isn't it?"
Cho nodded, grinning.
Harry stood up, as did Cho. He grabbed her hand, almost shaking it. "You'll do fine, don't worry." He smiled.
Cho looked at the ground. "I don't think I'm nervous. I'm just anxious." She looked up at him. "I think."
They were very close to each other. "Cho..." Harry said. He was so close to her, and he wanted to kiss her so badly. He could smell her hair, and he could see her face so closely, every line, every contour of her face. He kissed her.
"Cho," said Harry, pulling away. "I think you need to go. You said five minutes. I think it's been a lot more than five minutes. You should probably go."
She nodded. "Bye, Harry." She walked away from him, letting her arm drag across his as she left, sending shivers up his spine. Harry sighed and sat back down at his desk. They had been so close for such a long time. Weeks, even, and nothing had happened. Now, all of a sudden, for no reason at all, it had happened.
Of course, it hadn't been for no reason. It was never for no reason. There always was a reason, and it was no different than it would be at any time. It was just as perfect.
* * * * *
Harry went to work at four-thirty on August 11th. He met Cho at the Ministry.
"Morning." Cho said, her eyelids drooping.
Harry groaned. "It's not morning. It's the middle of the night."
Cho smiled. "Come on, you woke up this early for Quiddich sometimes, didn't you?"
I guess." said Harry, shrugging.
Cho stood a little straighter. "Well, I guess we'd better get to work." She said.
Harry nodded. They both worked non stop until ten o'clock, when the day officially started. Harry was already worn off his feet.
"Good morning, please put an x in the appropriate box." He muttered to every person that came by. He looked at his watch. 11:45. Fifteen minutes until he was done, and then he needed to come back after lunch to start counting.
He stood up and stretched his legs when he saw his replacement come in.
"Good morning, Mr. Potter." The wizard said.
Harry smiled weakly and walked over to Cho. "You want to come for lunch?" He asked.
Cho nodded. "Let's go." She said.
They walked out of the Atrium and into the elevator, and from there, they stepped into the blinding sunlight. Harry put his hand up to shield his eyes.
"It's weird." Cho announced.
Harry looked at her, squinting. "What is weird?" he asked.
Cho sighed. "Us. We broke up, Harry. We went out twice, and we broke up both times. Don't you think that says something?"
Harry looked down. He focused on the glint on the shiny leather on his shoe.
"I mean, we tried, we really did. And now, I feel like it's happening all over again, and I don't really know why. Are we always going to go on like this? Break up, and when we're bored of being alone, we can get back together again?"
Harry looked up. "I don't think it has to be like that. We just have to realize that having an argument does not mean we need to break up. That's what happened the first time."
Cho nodded. "I guess."
Harry took her hand in his. "Cho, I'm going to become an Auror. After I finish the schooling, I'm not going to be working with you, so we won't have to see each other every single day, on a schedule like this. Maybe, if we try that a bit, and find that we are still spending time and having fun together, it means that this really will work."
Cho looked him in the eye. He could see deep into them. He could see a spark. Somewhere in the depths of her eyes, waiting to find some gasoline to ignite with. "You always have the right thing to say." She smiled
Harry kissed her. "That is because I am the famous Harry Potter."
Cho laughed.
"The Boy Who Lived." Said Harry.
She laughed again.
"The coolest guy ever." Cho added. She kissed him again. "Thanks." They looked at each other. Cho looked at her watch. "Oh! We have to get back. It's almost time to start counting the ballots."
They counted ballots all afternoon. Harry felt like his brain was going to explode. Sheets upon sheets of paper, littering their offices.
"That is 28 thousand in total. And the voting is officially over." Cho said.
Harry lay backwards onto the pile of papers. "What have we got?" He asked.
Cho looked at her chart. She grinned. "You're not going to believe this."
Harry sat up. "What?"
Cho was giddy; she was shaking slightly, and her smiled covered her entire face.
"Our new Minister of Magic..."
Harry nodded, flipping his hand, motioning for Cho to speed up. "Yes, yes?"
She let out a laugh of disbelief, something in between a snort and a giggle. "Our new Minister of Magic is a werewolf."
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Indigal: urge did what now? Yay wizarding politics...but it's confusing, because Rowling doesn't realy go into detail, but there are things she says...argh!
Wuzup13579: thanks.
Wytil: he he...what does canon mean again? (oops) I feel that there is no reason for Fudge to continue being Minister. I believe his character is far too one dimensional, and he has burned out. Face it, he's not a good character at all. That's all I have to say about him now. I doubt I'll mention him much more, unless I'm doing flashbacks, or something of the sort.
Potter4Prez: I'm trying to think. What never happens? And all I can come up with is nothing! Something is always happening in HP books, so the only thing that won't happen is nothing! (no, I'm just kidding...I can't think of anything.)
Shannon K. M: Glad you like it!
Well, sleepy time now.
-unolimbo
"Why so fancy?" said Harry, when Cho came in to work very dressed up.
She sighed. "I told you this already. I'm making a statement about the election. Remember?"
Harry shrugged. "Sure, why not."
Cho shook her head. She sat down at her desk. She looked at her watch. She shuffled some papers.
"Is there something wrong?" said Harry.
Cho shook her head. "No. I just don't have to leave for another five minutes. I don't have time for any work."
Harry nodded and put down what he was doing. "This is your first big television show, isn't it?"
Cho nodded, grinning.
Harry stood up, as did Cho. He grabbed her hand, almost shaking it. "You'll do fine, don't worry." He smiled.
Cho looked at the ground. "I don't think I'm nervous. I'm just anxious." She looked up at him. "I think."
They were very close to each other. "Cho..." Harry said. He was so close to her, and he wanted to kiss her so badly. He could smell her hair, and he could see her face so closely, every line, every contour of her face. He kissed her.
"Cho," said Harry, pulling away. "I think you need to go. You said five minutes. I think it's been a lot more than five minutes. You should probably go."
She nodded. "Bye, Harry." She walked away from him, letting her arm drag across his as she left, sending shivers up his spine. Harry sighed and sat back down at his desk. They had been so close for such a long time. Weeks, even, and nothing had happened. Now, all of a sudden, for no reason at all, it had happened.
Of course, it hadn't been for no reason. It was never for no reason. There always was a reason, and it was no different than it would be at any time. It was just as perfect.
* * * * *
Harry went to work at four-thirty on August 11th. He met Cho at the Ministry.
"Morning." Cho said, her eyelids drooping.
Harry groaned. "It's not morning. It's the middle of the night."
Cho smiled. "Come on, you woke up this early for Quiddich sometimes, didn't you?"
I guess." said Harry, shrugging.
Cho stood a little straighter. "Well, I guess we'd better get to work." She said.
Harry nodded. They both worked non stop until ten o'clock, when the day officially started. Harry was already worn off his feet.
"Good morning, please put an x in the appropriate box." He muttered to every person that came by. He looked at his watch. 11:45. Fifteen minutes until he was done, and then he needed to come back after lunch to start counting.
He stood up and stretched his legs when he saw his replacement come in.
"Good morning, Mr. Potter." The wizard said.
Harry smiled weakly and walked over to Cho. "You want to come for lunch?" He asked.
Cho nodded. "Let's go." She said.
They walked out of the Atrium and into the elevator, and from there, they stepped into the blinding sunlight. Harry put his hand up to shield his eyes.
"It's weird." Cho announced.
Harry looked at her, squinting. "What is weird?" he asked.
Cho sighed. "Us. We broke up, Harry. We went out twice, and we broke up both times. Don't you think that says something?"
Harry looked down. He focused on the glint on the shiny leather on his shoe.
"I mean, we tried, we really did. And now, I feel like it's happening all over again, and I don't really know why. Are we always going to go on like this? Break up, and when we're bored of being alone, we can get back together again?"
Harry looked up. "I don't think it has to be like that. We just have to realize that having an argument does not mean we need to break up. That's what happened the first time."
Cho nodded. "I guess."
Harry took her hand in his. "Cho, I'm going to become an Auror. After I finish the schooling, I'm not going to be working with you, so we won't have to see each other every single day, on a schedule like this. Maybe, if we try that a bit, and find that we are still spending time and having fun together, it means that this really will work."
Cho looked him in the eye. He could see deep into them. He could see a spark. Somewhere in the depths of her eyes, waiting to find some gasoline to ignite with. "You always have the right thing to say." She smiled
Harry kissed her. "That is because I am the famous Harry Potter."
Cho laughed.
"The Boy Who Lived." Said Harry.
She laughed again.
"The coolest guy ever." Cho added. She kissed him again. "Thanks." They looked at each other. Cho looked at her watch. "Oh! We have to get back. It's almost time to start counting the ballots."
They counted ballots all afternoon. Harry felt like his brain was going to explode. Sheets upon sheets of paper, littering their offices.
"That is 28 thousand in total. And the voting is officially over." Cho said.
Harry lay backwards onto the pile of papers. "What have we got?" He asked.
Cho looked at her chart. She grinned. "You're not going to believe this."
Harry sat up. "What?"
Cho was giddy; she was shaking slightly, and her smiled covered her entire face.
"Our new Minister of Magic..."
Harry nodded, flipping his hand, motioning for Cho to speed up. "Yes, yes?"
She let out a laugh of disbelief, something in between a snort and a giggle. "Our new Minister of Magic is a werewolf."
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Indigal: urge did what now? Yay wizarding politics...but it's confusing, because Rowling doesn't realy go into detail, but there are things she says...argh!
Wuzup13579: thanks.
Wytil: he he...what does canon mean again? (oops) I feel that there is no reason for Fudge to continue being Minister. I believe his character is far too one dimensional, and he has burned out. Face it, he's not a good character at all. That's all I have to say about him now. I doubt I'll mention him much more, unless I'm doing flashbacks, or something of the sort.
Potter4Prez: I'm trying to think. What never happens? And all I can come up with is nothing! Something is always happening in HP books, so the only thing that won't happen is nothing! (no, I'm just kidding...I can't think of anything.)
Shannon K. M: Glad you like it!
Well, sleepy time now.
-unolimbo