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Title: You Run, I Walk

Rating: Evolves into R…NC-17

Pairing: Cho Chang/Hermione Granger

Summary: A sporadic snitch causes love to strike in the most unlikely way. Will Hermione finally tell the male gender NAY! Or will she continue to live a lie and let the one thing true in her life slip away…

Disclaimer: TO MY DISMAY, I do not own any of the characters or other…things mentioned in this lovely femmeslash fanfiction. J.K. Rowling pwns all of it. Believe me. If I could own a Cho of my own. I would. Kthxbai.

Chapter 2

I've seen her around school before, walking around with her fellow beautiful, intelligent Ravenclaw girls, a harem of boys never far behind. She had an infectious smile…like one of those stereotypical ones they talk about in movies.Real. I've wondered once or twice what it'd be like to be on the recieving end of a smile like that. Or to be the one that fixes the broken shards after she falls to the floor in a fit of sobs and make it all better.

One time, between classes, I was already 10 minutes late for Arithmancy, I had left my time turner on my nightstand in the dormitories. I nearly ran into her as she burst out from the girls' bathroom with tears in her eyes. This was 5th year, a little over half a year since Cedric died. She would have fits on and off, so I heard, but this was the first time I'd seen it in the flesh. She never told anyone why she got so depressed; we all figured it to be because her hunky champion of a boyfriend was long gone. I thought that a lie too. They weren't together that long, and even so, he was the pushy tough type. I could see it under the perfectly coifed hair and matching white teeth. Girls like her don't fall in love with boys like that, unless they have a secret. She didn't have a secret. I could see it in her eyes; she was doing with Diggory what I was with Weasely. I remember when she nearly broadsided me, the look of astonishment in her eyes hard to miss. She began to stutter then took off back into the bathroom. I would have checked on her, had I not already been late for class. Sometimes I wonder what would have happened if I had followed her. No point in dreaming though. That doesn't get anywhere.

I sat up, the back of my head slightly irritated from the blow to the bleachers, but not too shabby. Sitting cross-legged, I turned to look at her. The way the light shown on her made her look like something out of a Chinese myth about a princess, her black hair shining like gun metal blue, body frail but yet so strong, face like an angel…

What was I thinking? I shook myself awake, thinking I was dozing off; the magic used to heal my wound must be getting to my head. She stirred and a sudden wave of hysteria went over me. I grabbed the sheets and pretended to be asleep again. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her sit up, yawn, and stretch, her untucked blouse rising up. I thought what a lovely body she has, toned yet thin from all the Quidditch. Maybe the sport isn't that bad. She scooted down the bench to the edge closest to the bed and let out a sigh before laying her head on the wall behind her.

"I'm so fucked up…" I heard her whisper. I whispered back in my head, No you're not, you're perfectly fine just how you are, hoping she'd get the message. I don't think she heard, because at that moment she started to sob. At that point I gave in, pretended I hadn't seen her before, and "woke up."

"Cho…? What are you doing here? Are you okay?" I groggily sat up as she wiped away tears.

"I wanted to make sure that you were okay, considering I'm the reason you got hurt." She blushed, and looked in the other direction. "I'll get going though, don't want to --"

"Stay." I said forcefully. "And you didn't answer my question. Are you okay?" She seemed more flustered than ever.

"I'm okay, just stressed out is all. Being a 7th year isn't all it's cracked up to be. I have plenty of work to do, and I don't have much time for a social life. Just stressed out. That's all." She faked a smile. I know her type. I'll let it go this time. She went to stand up.

"Wait, before you go," she stopped, turned slowly, as if she was scared of me. "I know you're busy and all, but maybe we could hang out sometime? I get sick of all these boys after awhile, it'd be nice to have some female company." Lies. I lie to myself when I don't want to know the truth. It's a habit. Maybe someday it'll get broken. Maybe someday someone will break it. "Especially with a caring intellectual like yourself." Some days I wished I was placed in Ravenclaw, for more reasons than one.

She smiled. I came to the conclusion I like making her smile. She's got that movie star smile. I wonder if a boy has ever made her smile like I just did. What am I thinking? I shook my head and concluded it was the head injury again. It'll all pass soon.

"That'd be lovely. How's this weekend? We have a Hogsmeade visit scheduled just for the 6th and 7th years. Us upperclassmen get the perks of double the amount of visits as the younger."

"Sounds like a plan!" I beamed. We set up a time and place to meet.

"I hope that head of yours feels better Hermione," she smiled before turning around and saying, "I may just have to crash into you again. I like keeping an eye on you. You're beautiful when you sleep." Then walked away at a rather quick pace out the door as Madame Pomfrey made her way to check on me.

What in bloody hell just happened?