Author's Note: Ah… forgiveness… and what's this?
Cho was still slightly blushing, then mumbling, "Harry, look, I'm sorry. I didn't mean—" she began. "Ssh," Harry started, somehow instinctively, kissing her on the cheek. She blushed even harder, looking at him. He could sense Oliver mentally "YES!"-ing. Harry slipped a 50-pound note onto the counter, not even asking for the change (that was enough for 2 orders of what Cho wanted, which they took to go). He had his arm around her, as she blushed even more (if that was possible). And from the shadows, a certain Ginny Weasley and Hermione Granger squealed and high-fived. Ron, who was with them, for the first (and only) time, wished he had a pom-pom and baton to shout "Hooray!" with. Although Oliver, who was still overexcited, had a virtual pair of pom-poms…
They were officially on from that day forward, happy as ever (This was basically March, Ron's birthday to be precise). Unbeknownst to Cho, Harry went shopping that very day, right after he dropped her off at her flat. And it was definitely something that would make a lot of people (including you and I) very happy.
Surprisingly, not even Ginny or Hermione knew what was going on. Harry knew, at this point, he really could keep a secret, so long as he kept it hidden well. Harry, a part-time Auror at the Ministry of Magic (which finally got rid of Umbridge and Fudge, thank goodness!), realized that there was no trouble that involved him quite yet. He remembered what he had bought several months ago, as he looked at the calendar, thinking about Cho. He still had it. Now would be the perfect time to use it on Cho… he told Ron about this.
"She'll scream bloody murder!" he said, looking at what Harry was holding. "I hope none of the girls get to know about this; they'll squeal and Cho will… well, she'll find out," Harry whispered. "I've got an idea; wait 'til New Year's Eve. It's a month away, maybe, but that's enough time to plan other things…" Ron began. As he continued, Harry nodded, grinning almost evilly and sniggering. "You're right, pal… let's show the girls even guys now a thing or two about…" (A/N: I love leaving you guys in semi-cliffs!)
Harry called Cho while the boys (namely Seamus, Dean, Ron, Neville, Fred and George) poured over some paperwork and other phone calls. "Hello, Cho?"—Then the twins started catcalling—Seamus and Dean made kissing noises at him—then Ron hit them as Neville laughed.
"Hey, Harry!" she answered cheerfully.
"Hey, baby…"—more catcalls and kissing noises—"I was wondering if you had any plans for New Year's Eve."
"No, darling; none at all. I was planning to be bored stupid watching the clock and TV."
"Ha, ha! Well, I was hoping you'd go with me and the gang to this place… uh, well, it's kind of a surprise. Only the boys and I know where it is."
"Oh, darling, of course I'll go! Can Marietta come with Theodore, too?"
"Yeah, sure baby,"—more catcalls and kissing noises—"see you later!"
"Bye," she said fondly, then hanging up.
"Bye!"
"So…? What'd you talk to baby about?" Fred teased. "You don't listen, do you?" Harry retorted grumpily. "But have you got everything sorted out?" Harry asked, looking over the transcript of Seamus' previous phone call. "Good, very good, I'm right to be paying you guys for this!" Harry said, as Seamus glowed with pride. "We didn't make it to Telephonic Department of the Ministry of Magic for nothing, mate," Dean stated. "Well, yeah…" Things couldn't have gone better. Harry was positive Cho would say yes to his next question.
New Year's Eve rolled up quickly. Like the boys, Harry was getting very nervous. "Harry! Let's go already!" Ron yelled impatiently. Harry took a deep breath, fixed his shirt, picked up the box he'd shown Ron before, and got in the car.
He was about to ask his girlfriend a question that would affect both of their lives.
A/N: I had writer's block in the last parts, so if you're disappointed, I understand. But review on hoe terrible and obvious it was (well, okay, I was trying to make it obvious!), and go on and revolt and get rebellious on me… go on…