His Broken Valentine

By Anne Parkington

[ A/n: wow, it's been a while since I've updated, GAHH! There's a fly in my room!! A big black icky one!! :spazess out:]

This chapter is going to be so short, you have no idea. It's just. . . so short, just SO SO short!

.: Chapter 4 :.

Cho left Jennifer in her dorm and started down the hall at a fast pace, speeding past anyone who would have reason to talk to her. She just needed to be alone right now. As she walked through the now deserted halls, her mind wandered onto Oliver, and then over to Harry. Such conflicting issues. She thought to herself, not noticing that the stair case was changing underneath her. She stepped onto the new floor, walked right into a different room and looked up sharply.

"Damn my daydreaming." She scolded herself looking around with mild interest. It was an old bathroom that seemed to have been long since abandoned. Everything was covered in a thick layer of dust and cobwebs. Everything that is, except for a mirror standing in the corner. Although it was a bathroom, the mirror looked completely out of place in this room. It was very tall and ornate, with a thick gold frame. At the top it said something in Latin that she couldn't make out. She peered around to make sure there were no 'moaning myrtle-type ghosts' lurking in the stalls and stepped in front of the mirror to look at her reflection.

"Bloody shite. . ." she whispered, the books falling from her hands, and the bag slipping off her shoulder. What she saw was not only her pale face staring back at her, but Oliver Wood standing next to her stroking her face and smiling. She whirled around, expecting to see Oliver there, but he wasn't, and her footsteps echoed against the tiles.

"Oliver? Are you here?" She hissed. When no one answered she looked back at the mirror. He now had his arms wrapped around her, and kissed her cheek. Then they were dancing around the bathroom, around the sinks, and when they came to stop in front of the mirror again, he kissed her hand. And then he was gone. Cho scrambled on the floor and scooped up her books. She cast a fleeting glance back at the mirror just before she left, and Oliver waved cheerily at her as she left. As the door clicked closed, Dumbledore appeared sitting on the bench against the far wall with an extremely perplexed look upon his face.

-Coming up next-

The Valentine dance is here

And Harry is sent on a very important mission