Author's Note: Oh, rapture! What we've all been waiting for! Watch me heal the Boy Who Lived:
A kiss.
A kiss is defined as a simple touch.
But it is a touch with emotion. It can mean everything. It can mean nothing.
It just depends on how you look at it, and on how it affects you. This is what we will discuss this chapter.
Cho was still crying as she and Harry kissed. And Harry had no idea that he was about to get the surprise of his life.
Water. For a few moments, the cool liquid frees Harry Potter. But, as for tears…tears, as they do with the giver, provide a permanent freedom. Just like when they shut out the world so no one can revel in your pain, they can just as well free a loved one. Rain, bath water, tap water, whatever made contact with his eyes gave him temporary liberty. But, tears are droplets of fluid emotion, of longing, of love.
He blinked, and found he could blink. He could see!
But what did he see?
What, indeed?
He opened his eyes to 2 sets of familiar, dew-dropped eyelashes. He and the girl slowly parted, and sure enough…
"CHO!"
Hermione and Ron rushed out to where Harry and Cho were. They could see Harry almost raving mad. He looked nearly disgusted. "You lied to me! And I didn't only fall for it, I actually… UGH!" He stormed off without another word, Apparating back to the Burrow.
"Cho, I really didn't expect that to happen. I'm sorry, I didn't mean it to—"
"It's okay, Hermione. I know. I kind of anticipated it," Cho sobbed.
"We'll try and figure a way out of this. Cho, we're really sorry."
"I'm fine, Ron."
A/N: I know that was really short, and I know that was kind of sad, but stick around!