Author's Note: Well, erm, yes… He did get mighty pissed, didn't he? But, yes, I am the savior (otherwise known as the author) of this story! I plot it the way I wish, and I happy-ending it the way I wish! But since it's the way I want it, you're going to have to wait. MUWAHAHAHAHAHAHA! So, allow me:
"Harry!" Ron and Hermione yelled from outside his room. "Harry! Come on, let us in!" Ginny said, trying to help. "Come on. We didn't mean for you to get so pissed, mate. We just…" Ron trailed off as Harry finally opened the door. "Harry we're… really, really sorry, we were just… well, I—" "Come in and explain. Please, I'd like to know what's going on, guys," Harry said, cutting Hermione short. "Well, Harry, it's like this. Ginny…?" Hermione stalled.
"Harry," Ginny began, sitting down next to Harry, as though trying to keep him calm for what was next, "I just want you to know something. When you got involved with Cho, we all felt it was quite an improvement. That's why we always encouraged you to ask her out, everything. When you kissed her, I got word and I was really excited! You won't believe how. But then…" Ginny stopped. Hermione continued. "When we found out she was going out with Michael Corner, we were inwardly bothered. And then we heard they had broken up, and then I talked to Cho. We became really good friends, so she, Ginny and I formed our own group. She told us a few things…" Ginny started again when Hermione paused. Ron was just sitting there, listening. He began to piece it together himself and he understood.
Ginny explained how Cho felt that Harry, inadvertently, was growing on her. Cho liked him, and the reason she cried all over him all the time was that she looked at him like her comforter. "Ever since you kissed her, to 'comfort' her and everything," Ron said, seeing it now, "she kind of wanted you to see her as someone who relied on you. And she needs you Harry, even now, at this point in her life." This was probably one of the very few deep things Ron ever said. It finally dawned on Harry. "Hermione?" he asked.
"Yes, Harry?"
"Can you tell Cho—"
"Yes?"
"That I'd like to see her again? As soon as possible?"
"How's tomorrow? I hear she's free."
"Great."
:NEXT DAY:
Harry, for the first time in 6 years, put on his regular glasses. He was dressed particularly nicely today, not counting last night. He walked outside by himself, for the first time in 6 years, to call the Knight Bus. Stan hugged him when he found out he could see again, and Harry told Stan his story. As Harry was getting off, the bus steward just winked as if to say, "Go an' get that bird, 'Arry!" Harry nodded his thanks. "Will do," he replied.
Starbucks was always a definite refuge for Hogwarts students. That's how he knew she'd be there. That, and Hermione's stated 'you-can-count-on-it' theory. Taking a deep breath, he went inside.
Thankfully, no one noticed him except for Oliver Wood, who was there after pro-Quidditch practices, waving. Harry sat with him. "Oliver, hey!" he said.
"Harry… you… your eyes are open! You can… see, now?"
"Yes, Oliver."
"But, but how?"
"It's a long story, but…" Harry began to tell Oliver his story. "Wow," Oliver said after hearing it. "OH MY GOSH! THERE SHE—!" "SHUT IT!" Harry said, realizing Oliver was getting stupidly excited, almost as a girl would when you say you've been kissed by the love of your life. True to his word, Cho (or Michiko, whatever you want) Chang was there, deciding on her order. They could hear the distant "Um, I'll have the marshmallow mocha latte and a…" of her voice. 'Now what do I do?' Harry thought. His friend nodded with the air of a Japanese sensei, sipping his iced coffee. Then, Harry got up.
He walked.
And then…
"Cho? Hi." "Hello, Harry," she replied shyly, blushing with embarrassment.
A/N: WHATTAGONNAHA-PUUUUUUNNNN? Reviews (es), please!