Cho woke up the next morning feeling groggy and sick. She felt around for her wand and turned off the alarm, which was strategically placed across the room near the door. She threw her blankets over her hair, which she had recently cut short and spiked with pink. At that very moment, she heard a soft knock on her dorm room door. It's probably Hermione, like usual.

"Come in!" she yelled into her pillow. To her surprise, it was Harry. He looked absolutely gorgeous; his hair looked messy, but sexy at the very same time; he wasn't wearing his glasses either. Perfection was standing in her doorway, looking at her…….OH MY GOD! I'M STILL WEARING MY SUICIDE PAJAMAS! Obviously, Harry didn't care that she looked like absolute shit because he was still beaming at her and staring straight into her eyes.

"Hey, Cho….You weren't at breakfast, so I was just wondering if you were all right and all….So, um….I had brought you something to eat," he said nervously, occasionally staring at his feet and wringing his hands. "Ofcourseonlyifyouwantityoudon'thavetoeatitifyoudon'tlikeit!" he rushed. He slowly picked up a breakfast tray behind him that was brimming with pancakes, sausages, bacon, toast, fruit, and everything else a suicidal girl could want for breakfast. If she had it her way, she would have the boy, too. But she'd save that for a later date…

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Hermione watched Harry walk back down from Cho's room and towards the Gryffindor table. He was smiling so big it looked like he had gotten Botox.

"I wonder what happened up there…" Hermione giggled to Ron. Still, he couldn't even whisper an answer, due to the mass overload of bacon stuffed in his mouth. Hermione thought of all the possibilities, and scanned all of them carefully. All of them were plausible, but some were just a bit over-the-top. She would never tell a soul what she thought went on up there….

"Hey Harry! So what happened?" Hermione winked at him, which was totally unlike her, and nudged him with her elbow. Harry was so ecstatic that he barely noticed this un-Hermione-like behavior. He spilled every detail to her on the way to Potions class. Hermione matched his story with one of the ideas she had, and she was very content. Oh, how very strange are the tactics I employ to enjoy myself… Hermione rewarded herself with another glass of pumpkin juice, and listened to Harry tell his story gleefully. All the while, Hermione was smiling to herself and thinking, Today is going to be a wonderful day. Still, soon enough, Hermione found out that her morning prediction was very, very wrong.

Harry lost his happiness throughout the day. After a bunch of horridly boring / hard classes, he retreated to the Gryffindor commonroom, where Ron was waiting for him.

"What's wrong? You were fine at breakfast!"

Harry sighed for what seemed to be a very long time. He didn't feel like saying anything at all. Ron knew what Harry meant anyway.

"Well, have you seen her at all today? After the incident, I mean," Ron asked him sadly.

"No. I mean, I thought I was being kinda nice! Maybe I just scared her away…" Harry covered his face in his hands and said to himself, "How could I be so bloody STUPID!"

"Naw, I think you did the perfectly right thing. By the way you told the story, she seemed really happy. Well, after Hermione told me about how girls think about that stuff….That was bleeding freaky, mate….."

"I know exactly what you mean," Harry said lifelessly. "I wonder if hse still likes me. I sure hope so…" Harry seemd to drift off into a daydream.

Ron could only stare at him and wonder how he could help Harry out. Hermione would probably be more of a help than me…She being a girl and all...I could ask Hermione to help him out. Oh, he looks so desperate! Ron threw a glance at Harry, who was smiling to himself during his daydream. He looked so sweet, so lovestruck, that Ron couldn't help it but smile a little with him.

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