Dark Days Pass But Are Never Forgotten
by: LogicalRaven

Better late than never, though I'm not really late per say. I rewrote the ending of this chapter several times, but I won't spoil it for you. Yes, I know I get a bit carried away with the political stuff, but being an American and seeing it on the news constantly right now, one cannot help but get a bit of political fever. I won't say whom I'm for or against, though I think some of you might already know. Oh well, this chapter is a transitional one. It took me awhile to get it right, but I think it really sets things up nicely for the rest of the plot unfolding.

Never fear I haven't forgotten about December and Remus unfinished business, that is for next time I'm afraid. This chapter hasn't been beta read as of yet, and I figured it would be better to post it unread today then beta read Monday…..if you want a cleaner version wait until Monday to give it a read.

Thanks again to everyone who is still following this story, your comments are appreciated and useful as always. I can't believe I've hit the 1000 number of hpff…and I'm almost there on ….you guys are too good to me.

Read and Review and remember nothing is my own

Loopholes


It happened, the election owls were missing (most likely murdered), and Fudge finally awoke from his attack with an anger that nobody had seen from him since the beginning of the second dark rising. It was what everybody who knew him expected, and exactly what everyone didn't. Eros Raymer had been correct in his theory on what Fudge would do. The Minister declared a mandate of emergency. The election was postponed indefinitely, which worked in the favor of Fudge and those he were to naïve to suspect that the attack was created for just this reason. The air on the streets was full of rumor of attack and third rising, and people rally around their leaders in times of crisis. Suddenly the unpopular candidate became the Minister again, leaving few to question his actual legitimacy or authority.

Alastor Moody was the most bitter about it. Minister Fudge was irate about Moody's disregard for his retirement and placed him firmly out of any contact with the ministry. Convinced that Cornelius was doing this act to plot this murder, had hexed his trash bins to bite anyone who came within thirty feet of his house and placed a shrinking charm on anyone who attempted to ring his doorbell. This proved a problem since only muggles were being bitten or shrunk. Still, the ministry's law enforcement department had bigger problems on their minds.

The attack had generated much news both in England and in China. Seven Aurors and twelve Shen Luu had lost their lives in the battle. That wasn't the worst number. The ministry had suffered the lost of 32 Healers in the attack as well, and new provisions were being looked at to help Healers learn basic defense skills.

The Shen Luu was still at the mountain, which had come to be regarded at 'the site', rounding up suspects and making sure no giants were left to wander free, but for the most part the battle was over though no winner could be declared. It was common gossip that the ministry's Aurors had just been lured away as a diversion to attack the Minister of Magic, and many magical folk found themselves questioning their family's safety. From the Prophets reports you'd think Fudge had a narrow brush with death, though any Healer would tell you that his injuries were not that serious.

For Harry and his group of Auror trainees, they were suspended and as much out of the loop as Mad-Eye himself. Michael and Harry sat around most of the time complaining about the stories in the Prophet and trying to squeeze information out of Cho and Terry when they stopped by. It wasn't exactly a fun way to pass time. Every single bit of information just reminded them of why they had been locked out.

Noel was also staying at Grimmauld because she was told not to leave the country and not allowed to stay at the Academy. It had been December who asked if Harry would allow Noel to stay in one of his spare bedrooms during their suspension. He had reluctantly agreed. Even Michael seemed less than enthusiastic about it.

Noel turned out to be a silent guest most of the time. She was rarely seen out of her room, and when she was, she had very little to say. Harry had grown accustomed to her snide comments, but the rest of the housemates had declared her 'the house bitch', and took great care in staging loud conversations about how they couldn't stand her. This type of behavior didn't help bring Noel around to their carefree way of living-- basically it did the opposite.

Susan had gone home to stay with her Aunt during her suspension, which turned out to be a dreadful mistake on her part. Apparently Susan's aunt wasn't thrilled about her actions at the battle. There was nothing that upset Susan more than her aunt's disappointment. The days it became too much to bare she'd stop in to see Harry and Michael, but her anger with them was just barely below the surface.

It was one of those days, they had nearly a week and a half of suspension left of their three-week suspension, but Susan would be returning on Monday. She had stopped in to review their potion lecture, since they were all behind on their studies.

"Will you please pay attention, we're already far enough behind," Susan snapped as she snapped her book shut.

Michael made an annoyed noise under his breath as he lifted a copy of Quidditch Weekly off the coffee table.

"What is wrong with the two of you? This isn't a vacation," Susan lectured.

Harry raised his eyebrows; "Really? I thought that was exactly what this was. A nice long un-paid vacation."

"NO!" Susan finally screamed, "We messed up!"

"Susan," Michael started.

She merely stomped her foot against the ground, effectively silencing him, "My aunt won't even look me in the eyes because of what happened. You just had to be in the action. What if the giants had attacked sooner, what if the Dementors would have attacked. I haven't even mastered the Patronus charm yet. You left me, and I got punished for your stupidity."

"You could have come with us. Nobody stopped you," Harry retorted.

Susan blinked, "Are you daft? You disobeyed a direct order! It's a miracle of Merlin that you weren't thrown out on your ear. And why? Because you wanted to be in a bloody battle?"

"That wasn't the reason," Harry snapped, "We did the right thing. If we hadn't went than Tonks and Cho would have been dead."

"Dead? You don't know that for certain. I could have died. Is Tonks' life worth more than mine? Is Cho's life worth more than all those people who could have been killed when the giants attacked the medical tents?"

"Yes," Harry said instantly, "I've been trying to save everybody since I was eleven years old. For once I made a choice to save one person, what is so wrong with that?"

Michael lowered his head, "You did act a bit rash out there, concerning the whole Cho thing."

"A bit rash?" Harry questioned, "You think it was rash to leave you at that one post as a diversion? You were fine."

"But Susan is right, you risked my life to run to Cho's rescue. You can't make those kind of decisions as an Auror, mate," Michael said gently.

Harry stormed from his seat; "I'm sorry the two of you are afraid of dying. If anybody is in the wrong profession, I think it's the two of you."

Susan started to say something, but Michael made a pleading face for her not to, he knew Harry's temper was already present.

Harry's temper indeed was as he slammed his bedroom door behind him, and caused a picture to fall from the wall and shatter onto the floor. Susan acted like he wanted to be suspended from duties, that he was actually enjoying being kept out of the loop while Fudge made more idiotic mistakes.

Harry collapsed onto his bed when a small knock on the door caused him to finally fall over the edge of anger.

"WHAT?"

The door slowly cracked open and Noel's head peeked in.

"I didn't say come in," Harry snapped.

Noel smirked, "Do you mind keeping it down, I'm actually trying to study."

Harry's eyes flashed as he jumped to his feet, "Let me guess, you blame me to."

"Blame you for what?" Noel asked.

"For getting you suspended. You know I didn't ask you to come along. I would have been happy if you'd have stayed behind…"

Noel slipped inside Harry's room and shut the door behind her before offering her rebuttal.

"How dare you," Noel hissed, "I took up for you out there. If it weren't for me your precious little girlfriend would be dead, or worse."

"Do you want a medal? A pat on the back for doing something that required some decency?" Harry argued, looking disgust at Noel's argument.

Noel narrowed her eyes, "A little gratitude would be nice, but I wouldn't want to ask too much from the famous Harry Potter."

"I didn't ask to be famous!" Harry fumed, "Is that why you hate me? Because I'm famous? I didn't ask for this bloody scar! I didn't ask to have my entire childhood ripped away because of a stupid dark lord. I didn't ask for any of it! Do you think I want to be Minister of Magic? Do you think I want to fight dark wizards?"

"You must, you enrolled to be an Auror," Noel snapped, "Nobody is keeping you in the spotlight but yourself. I think you rather enjoy all the attention."

"What would you know about it? You're nothing but a heartless wench. You don't care about anybody but yourself. In my opinion, you're no better than the wizards were fighting," Harry countered in a cold voice of hate.

Noel flinched. For the first time Harry could ever remember, Noel showed a sign of being taken back by something he said. Her motions were brief and soon her normal emotionless expression took hold.

"Can you keep your sulking down, volume wise? Not everybody wants to know what's bothering you," Noel spat bitterly before turning to leave and slamming the door behind her.

Harry looked at the door and finally sucked in his pride and opened it to look out into the hall. Noel's door was already closed, and Harry could only imagine what she was doing behind it.

"Noel?" Harry asked as he knocked on the door, but there was nothing.

He wiggled the locked door handle and sighed in frustration, "I'm sorry, alright? I shouldn't have said that. I don't think you're as bad as the wizards we're fighting. You just caught me in a bad spell."

Harry let his head rest against the door as he debated on unlocking the door magically or not. He didn't even know if Alohamora would work on Noel's door, since she probably placed a charm to prevent it.

"Please, will you talk to me?" Harry pleaded.

Finally the door clinked and the door opened.

"Are we ever going to be able to get along?" Harry asked as he peeked inside the door.

Noel glanced back at him. Her books were littered around the room and she was sitting at her desk reading what appeared to be a book on defense.

Harry took a seat on her bed and watched her.

"I suggest you take a picture, Potter," Noel said snootily after a few minutes passed.

"Why?"

Noel rolled her eyes, "If you insist on staring at me, than a picture will make both our lives more pleasant. More pleasant for me because you won't be in my presence."

"I came here to apologize," Harry argued.

Noel spun around and cocked her head, "Is that right? Well, I haven't heard a single word uttered from that mouth of yours since I so kindly unlocked my door."

"Why are you so hateful?" Harry asked looking as frustrated as ever, "I'm trying to be your friend."

"I don't need any friends, Potter," Noel retorted, "Friends aren't good for anything but stabbing you in the back."

"I'm not planning on stabbing you in the back," Harry said in an insulted voice.

Noel sneered, "It's never planned. It's time you wake up and realize the truth. The only person you can trust is yourself. You'd do good to remember that."

Harry finally stood up and started to leave, he had enough of Noel's bitterness.

"Thank-you," Noel said quietly under her breath as Harry opened the door.

"For what?" Harry asked.

Noel turned and looked at him with a flat expression, "For apologizing."

Harry left feeling confused and frustrated. He wasn't sure if Noel's last comment was meant to be sarcastic or sincere, and he decided he'd probably never know. Even if he confronted her about she'd probably just come back with a 'honestly, Potter, do I really have to explain such a simple concept to you.'

Harry reached his room and pulled open the door to find yet another angry face.

"Why did you make Susan cry?" Cho asked sternly with her hands on her hips, "She's saying that you disobeyed orders because you thought my life was more important than hers."

"She misunderstood," Harry replied squarely trying to suppress a smirk as he studied Cho's lecturing position.

Cho frowned, "What is going on with you, Harry. You act like nothing is important anymore."

"Tell me, what is so important? Yes, I wanted to save you that day. When I weighted out all my options, saving you was more important than saving the world again," Harry said bitterly, the humor of the situation suddenly missing, "Is that so wrong?"

Cho placed a warm hand on Harry's arm, a sympathetic gesture; "No, not if you're a normal wizard, but you aren't. You're an Auror, and that title comes with responsibility. Not only that, but you're Harry Potter, people expect you to be a savior."

"But I'm not," Harry retorted, "I told you after the fall of Voldemort, that this mark was nothing more than a scar. It's a reminder of a lot of bad memories I'd rather just forget. When I applied to be an Auror Voldemort wasn't defeated. It's amazing the choices we make when we're facing death. I needed to be trained because I knew Voldemort was going to try to kill me. I didn't have a choice."

"You have a choice now. If you don't want to be an Auror…"

"I don't know what I want," Harry answered.

Cho lead Harry over to his bed and sat down facing him, as one would do a child, "You're always going to be my hero, you know that."

"I don't want to be your hero, Cho. I just want to be a guy," Harry answered as he watched her. Her hand carefully moved his hair from his face, and her eyes followed with such patience and precision.

"You know, I never thought I'd fall in love with the Harry Potter," Cho started, "That's what you were at first. The boy who lived—I suppose that how you feel like people define you. I remember the first time I saw you, sitting up on that stool getting sorted like all the other first years. I would have done anything to see that scar of yours. Just being in the same room with you gave me a swell of pride. I loved you, but not for the right reasons. It wasn't until we were in Hogmeade during my final year, and the Dementors attacked did I finally fall in love with you for the right reasons. You aren't the boy who lived, you're the man who life passed by."

"So you fell in love with me out of pity?" Harry asked, looking slightly confused by Cho's confession.

Cho shook her head, "No, I feel in love with you because you needed me to. I just hope one day I can love you enough to remove all that sadness out of your eyes."

Harry closed his eyes as Cho leaned next to him and placed her head on his shoulders; "I promise you someday things will be normal for us. There won't be meddling reporters dark lords chasing us."

Cho laughed softly, "I kind of like this life, and I wouldn't change it. It's perfect, because in this life, I have you next to me."

"I thought you were angry with me?" Harry asked as he watched Cho's smiling face.

She twisted for a moment, "Right—I'm suppose to lecture you on the seriousness of your suspension. Susan's right, you're lucky you weren't thrown out on your arse. I can't believe O'Riley went so easy with you lot."

Harry smiled as he quickly raised a finger to her lips; "I liked it better when you were telling me I was your hero."

Cho blushed, "I thought you didn't want to be my hero?"

Harry let his hand graze her cheek as their eyes locked, "A bloke is allowed to change is mind."

There was a quick motion by Cho, and Harry suddenly felt that familiar pressure on his lips again, and this time there were no interruptions to make excuses on.
George Steppin on a quest was a scary sight. He had been going for nearly 72 hours straight. Scrolls, book and ancient tables surround him as he tried to find precedent and loopholes in Fudge's mandate. If there was a way to get the election back on track, Steppin was going to figure it out. He carefully translated ancient Egyptian tablet with magical laws and structures that were the basis of other magical creeds and by-laws.

An ancient Magical Pharaoh, the counter part to the god-kings that ruled the muggles of the time, named Amenophis Osorkon wrote the first uses of a mandate of power in times of struggle and adversity. This first mandate lasted nearly 30 years and caused a change in power through a coup d'état. The bloody struggle set a 2,500-year precedent.

Those in power can assume and rule with unlimited power until the cause of the mandate was defeated or the governmental identity is overthrown.

When the previous Minister of Magic, Millicent Bagnold, had issued a similar mandate, but she surrendered her power when Voldemort met his end in little Harry Potter. This allowed election to proceed and Fudge became the new Minister of Magic.

Steppin pushed the tablet away with a deep sigh of frustration.

"Where are you?"

Like an answer to his question a gentle breeze curled through the window and pushed a few pages over in a book. Steppin turned the book to him and found his feet on the floor.

"By george, I've done it!" he exclaimed.

The Year is 1108 A.D.
Under Wizarding Creed of the 6th council of the Magical Republic of 1108 A.D. it is decided that no governing council will thee have ultimate power. So it was written and decided by the gentlemen of the council.

Steppin opened another book as he tried to search for a precedent where this creed was over thrown. It had to be somewhere in overthrown rejected creeds, and he had a year. If the creed hadn't been overthrown then it would remain.

His finger moved down the page of overthrown creeds and by-laws by year. Two centuries, three centuries, four centuries. They all moved by as Steppin emerged himself deeper and deeper into the literature. Soon he had reached the end of the book and his finger hit the last overthrown law.

His eyes lit up and his lips curled into a smile, he had found the precedent he had searched so desperately for. He quickly duplicated the pages onto a scroll and tucked it under his arm. Dumbledore, that is who would know what to do. Dumbledore had the power and position to take action in Wizengamot.

This could be his mark of history; he alone would be responsible for throwing the Minister out of an unearned position. His smile spread more freely as he moved quickly through the ancient library.

"Find what you were looking for, Mr. Steppin?" asked the librarian

"Why yes, I think I found just the thing I was looking for," George Steppin said cheerfully as he left the dusty collection of books behind him.
Prophecies, Padma Patil had only just begun to understand what they all meant. She flipped through a few papers from work on unsolved prophecies and seers. She had to admit that her encounters with Ms. Tillmore had really made her uncomfortable.

Everybody knew Professor Trelawney was a fraud, everybody except her sister and Lavender Brown that is. What if Parvati was right and some held the talent of divination? Nobody in the office seemed to give much thought to the ranting and ravings of Ms. Tillmore, and it appeared that she had the fraud reputation of Trelawney was well.

"Something bothering you sister dear?" Parvati asked casually as she took a seat at the kitchen table next to her twin in their new flat.

Padma sighed, "Just work, I'm not really suppose to talk about it."

Parvati smirked, "I'm so jealous, I bet it is so exciting to work with prophecies all day long. I mean, Lavender and I have much better qualification than you for that type of employment."

"I couldn't agree more. I didn't even take Divination at Hogwarts," Padma agreed, "Do you know much about prophecies?"

Parvati shrugged, "Depends what type of prophecy you're referring to. I mean there are astronomical prophecies that the stars predict, there are prophecies that can be read in tea leaves and crystal balls…."

"Spiritual prophecies, you know the kind seers make," Padma interrupted.

Parvati grinned, "Well, according to Professor Trelawney those were the most inaccurate."

"Odd," Padma said as turned back to her book.

"What's odd about it?" Parvati asked with a curious expression.

Padma shook her head slightly, "Sibyll Trelawney is a registered seer in the department, and according to the historical records-- several of her spiritual prophecies have come to be."

"Several, not being all…" Parvati pointed out, "I mean, some of Divination is just luck—probably what that is."

"Have you ever heard of Maryanne Tillmore?" Padma asked suddenly.

Parvati grinned, "I hear she's a old fraud, but we carry a few of her book down at the shop."

"Book?"

"You know, papers bonded by hard covers. Surely you knew what books were in Ravenclaw," Parvati teased sarcastically.

"Yes, I know what books are. I just didn't realize that Ms. Tillmore had written any," Padma replied.

"I can bring you one if you'd like—two sickles," Parvati grinned.

Padma nodded, "Not to change the subject but, have Lavender and Seamus set a date yet?"

"Spring, they were going to try for February but they're having a bit of problem saving for a place of their own," Parvati shrugged, "I told her they were more than welcome to stay here."

"I suppose they didn't think those accommodations were suitable?" Padma asked.

Parvati lowered her voice, "Seamus hasn't been right since his parents were murdered last year—drinks a bit too much. I'm actually worried about Lavender, sister. The boy goes through a pint of fire whiskey a night."

"I'm sure if it was something to be concerned with than Lavender would tell you," Padma snapped, "You really ought to stop prying into everybody else business."

"Like yours?" Parvati challenged.

"Yes, like mine," Padma snapped.

Parvati gave a quick yawn, "So, have you and Neville—you know?"

Padma flushed, "I don't think that's an appropriate conversation."

"Oh, stop being a girl. We're women now, we have sexual independence and things," Parvati said in a bothered tone.

"Parvati," Padma admonished.

"Ernie and I have," Parvati grinned, "Lots."

"I don't care," Padma said, as her face grew red with embarrassment.

Parvati, "What do you think of Ernie? He's alright, aye?"

"If he makes you happy," Padma said swiftly, turning her attention back to her book.

"Happy," Parvati giggled, "I suppose, until something better comes along."

"You mean like Harry," Padma accused.

Parvati giggled again, "No, I'm over Harry. I just wish Ernie had more motivation. I'm in need of a man, not a boy."

"He's doing alright for himself," Padma defended.

"Yes, I suppose. He's wanting to start an apprenticeship with Ollivander's—wand making," Parvati teased, "Can you imagine? That isn't a respectable career."

"And working in a fortune telling shop is," Padma retorted.

Parvati ignored her sisters sarcasm and peered over her should to look at her papers. The Patil twins weren't like most. They were as different as night and day. Parvati's openness and carefree attitude was only matched by Padma conservative streak.

"That looks awful, I thought you had an exciting job?" Parvati finally responded, "A dangerous job."

Padma grinned, "I listen to prophecies all day long, hardly dangerous."

"Well, the way Neville was going on about it, you'd think you had sighed up to be an Auror or something," Parvati replied.

Padma frowned as she watched her sister, debating whether this was just another trick to get her to talk about her relationship with Neville.

"Go on ask," Parvati said finally after a minute passed.

"Where did you see Neville?"

"At Grimmauld right after Christmas. He was all depressed and trying to sort out his feeling for you. Honestly, the boy has no self confidence," Parvati said vaguely.

Padma smiled, "No, he doesn't."

"And you find that attractive?" Parvati asked, looking slightly shocked.

Padma bit her bottom lip and tried to look dignified, "I think he's sweet."

Her response was enough to cause her sister to respond in a fit of laughter.

"It isn't funny," Padma snapped, "Neville is a wonderful man, he's just a bit down on himself some times. You can't blame him, you should meet that horrid grandmother of his, she's constantly telling him he's not good enough."

"What about his parents?" Parvati asked between laughed.

Padma frowned, "Neville doesn't talk about them. I don't really know."

"You've met his grandmother but not his parents? What's wrong with them?" Parvati asked.

Padma shrugged, "I think they were in some kind of accident, and are at St. Mungo, but like I said Neville doesn't talk about it."

Parvati held up her hands, and then picked up a saltshaker and fiddled with it before turning to her sister again, "Lavender and I are going to go to the Three Broom Sticks tonight. The Weasley twins are bringing that 'tune box' back. Want to come along?"

"What about Seamus and Ernie?" Padma asked, not looking up to meet her sister's eye.

"They'll probably be there, they normally are—getting sloshed off Madame Rosemerta's mulled mead. What do you say? Neville might be there…"

"Neville doesn't go out with Ernie and Seamus very often," Padma commented.

Parvati grinned and nudged her sister, "I can owl the boys and tell them to drag him along, come on. It will be fun."

"Alright…" Padma said finally, "If you leave me alone so I can finish this paperwork."

Parvati squealed and gave he sister a hug, "We'll have so much fun."

Padma watched Parvati rush out of the kitchen and she lowered her head. How could she have fun when the talk around the Ministry was that he who must not be named had returned?
Harry awoke with a stifled yawn and looked out the window. From the looks of everything outside it was early evening. The young moon was rising into the sky and twilight was settling into darkness. His tired body looked down to see something that didn't surprise him as it had once before. He couldn't see her face because her dark hair was draped over it.

Cho remained asleep, curled up into his chest. He tried to limit his movements because he really didn't want to wake her. She looked too peaceful. It felt like an enormous relief had been lifted from his shoulder, and though he didn't think it possible a few hours ago, he felt even more love towards her now that they had shared everything.

The memory would be something that Harry knew he could look back on with happiness, and he found himself pleased that he wasn't drunk or unaware of what had been given between them. This was the way it was suppose to be.

Neither of them had really known what do to. It was with a clumsy hand and an awkward stumble that nature had taken course and everything had clicked. Cho's peaceful expression told Harry she had enjoyed it to, though he had a suspicious that it had been pleasurable for him. That was all right, he had a lifetime to make it up to her.

He leaned over and placed a quick kiss on her forehead and made a slow reach for his glasses.

"We must have fallen asleep," Cho said in a tired voice as she lifted her head, waking due to his movement.

Harry nodded with a cheeky grin he couldn't shake. His hand found its way to her back and traced small circles.

Cho blushed lightly and curled a bit tighter up against him with a comfortable sigh.

"You were brilliant," Harry offered.

Cho lifted her head with a small smile, "Thank-you."

"Do you regret…" but Cho silenced Harry's question with a kiss and shook her head as she pulled back.

"What time is it?" she finally asked after several minutes of cuddling has passed.

Harry glanced at his watch on the night table; "Going on eight."

Cho suddenly popped up with a serious expression and moved out from under the covers to recover her robe. Her form left Harry's breathless for a moment, and it took him an extreme amount of effort to get his words together.

"Where are you going?"

Cho looked up and she pulled something from her robe, and then pulled her robe around her shoulder, leaving the rest of her cloths on the floor. She slowly drew herself back under the covers and Harry caught sight of what was in her hand.

"Is that the potion?" Harry asked, already knowing the answer.

Cho nodded as she unscrewed the lip and tipped it up, making a terrible face as it fell down her throat.

"Does it taste like—blood?" Harry asked as he watched her.

Cho nodded, "A bit I suppose. It's horrid."

Harry's hand found her face as he let his hand roll across her cheek but she turned her face before he could kiss her.

"No," Cho said suddenly, "not when I have this horrid taste in my mouth."

Harry frowned as he studied her, "Do you need something to drink?"

Cho chuckled slightly as she placed lid back onto the vial, "I'm fine. We probably should get up, your nosey housemates will wonder what happened to us."

Harry felt that familiar heat creeping into his cheeks as he realized the truth of her words and the fall out that was sure to come from their moment of passion. All the hype that had led him to this moment and it seemed overrated and foolish.

"Cho, are you sure you're okay?" Harry questioned gently as she nodded and made a trusting sound.

Harry forced another smile, feeling as though she were still hiding something. A feeling of being inadequate flooded him, as she quickly dressed, careful not to look back at Harry. It was amazing how only a short while before there was no shame, but suddenly reality brought them back to bashfulness.
Forgive me for that last scene. I have one much more graphic written, but I tossed it out. I thought that I owed it to Harry and Cho, for all I've put them through. A little privacy please. Plus, I have the entire bachelor's party to rag Harry about the naughty little details.

Next Update: 10-24-04