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Notes: Yes, I know that Harry wasn't all that interested in Cho Chang at this point, but it was too good of an opportunity to miss out on!
Merry Christmas, Ashley! (Yup, this is her gift too!)
I grimace at the tea cozy Dobby hands me. Sure, Dobby had magic, but he's horrible with transfiguration and such. So I have to go all the way to the Gryffindor bedrooms without being seen to get dressed.
A difficult task to say the least.
I take a deep, calming breath. I defeated Lord Voldemort as a baby, got him out of Professor Quirrel last year, and just beat his memory again. I can handle this, right?
I'm all bloody from the basilisk and the sock battle, and I'm walking around in a tea cozy. Perfectly natural. No one will ever notice--
Curses! Was that the bell?!
Great, just great... Now the hallways are COMPLETELY FULL OF STUDENTS!
But I can handle it. Really I can. Hey, is that...
I gulp in fear. Cho's walking around the corner I was just hiding behind seconds ago. Where am I?
Look up.
Maybe one of those spiders bit me, because it seems that I can climb walls now... Please oh please don't let Cho look--
"AHHHHHHHHHH!"
Uh oh.
My feet and hands are moving of their own accord now, propelling me against walls and statues, toppling portraits, until...
I run on top of Draco Malfoy coming out of class. Note the 'on top of.' I just tripped and fell and now Draco's going to kill--
"Bloody h--" he whimpers, and I dart off before anyone -- well, anyone else -- sees me.
What are you laughing at?
No, I am not, I repeat not blushing! It's blood, I swear it!
Anyway, I've gotten into the common room... And everyone's there to throw me a party. Staring at the portrait hole.
At least I have that tea co--
Oh no.
I dropped the tea cozy on Cho Chang. Before Draco and the hallway and--
"Look! It's Har-- Is he strea--"
I'm in the dorms in a flash, dressed, and back downstairs in a heartbeat. They haven't even finished their sentence yet.
"-king?"
"Uh, nope. Perfectly normal here."
"...Where's the blood from?"
"Basilisk."
"...And where is your robe?"
"Uh, well--"
"...And your pants?"
It was about then that it occurred to me that I should've just sent Dobby to grab my invisibility cloak.