Chapter 1: The First Day is Always the Worst Day
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. Never have, never will. If I did, I wouldn't be here, would I?
(A/N: Everything in italic is from Cho's point of view. Then again, you're smart, you'd probably figure that out anyway... In any case, this is my first fanfic, so any and all reviews are GREATLY appreciated! Also, I must give credit to Craziegirl29 for helping me select the title. Tanks, and enjoy!)
Cho Chang gave a lingering sigh and stepped gingerly onto the Hogwarts Express. It was the beginning of her seventh year, and she felt more nervous than she had been when she was eleven years old. In terms of looks, however, Cho had grown into a beautiful seventeen year-old girl. For example, her thick black hair was lengthy and shined with a healthy luster. The boards creaked noisily beneath her feet as she made her way down the passageway. It seemed as though all of the booths were occupied. God, why aren't there any spaces? If I were still with Harry, I'd be able to sit with him... Wait. No. Stop! Don't think about that... You promised yourself that you'd forget about Harry, that you'd move on and find someone else. Stop pining and grow up already, Cho Chang! You're no longer a little girl. Cho hated these constant battles with her subconscious, which seemed to be occurring more and more often within the past few weeks.
She continued making her way down the corridor, her mind flooded with confusion. All of a sudden, a foot popped out from one of the doorways, and Cho tripped, very nearly spraining her ankle. Her books were now scattered on the floor, and her robes flew open, revealing her short skirt and crisp white blouse. What just happened? I am going to KILL whoever this person is... Her thoughts were interrupted by a slender young man leaning on the door frame. Cho stared upward and was awestruck. It was Draco Malfoy, in all his Slytherin splendor. For some reason, she couldn't tear her eyes away from his face. She was paralyzed. Why am I so transfixed by Malfoy? Why am I suddenly so infatuated? Cho's mind was overrun with a sense of overwhelming, unexpected, and inexplicable desire.
"Going to get up, Chang? Or do you need Potty and the gang to lift you?" Malfoy's mouth slid upward in a nasty curl, snickering at Cho's predicament. "What's the matter? Cat got your tongue? We'll soon fix that." Malfoy grabbed Cho's hand, and before she could object, pulled her into the compartment, locking the door behind him and drawing all the shades. He pushed her onto the plush seating, hovering ominously above her trembling figure.
Cho's breaths came in short, sharp pants as Malfoy's thin lips came closer and closer. She shut her eyes and tried not to disregard it when he began to kiss her neck. Cho tried to thing of other things, just to sidetrack her mind, but nothing worked. Her head was spinning madly. Her heart was jumping out of her chest as Malfoy nibbled at her lower lip and pushed her robes off of her shoulder, laying his icy fingers on her heated flesh. Cho could barely contain herself. Harry never attempted to do this with me. I hate Draco Malfoy... or at least I thought so. Why am I feeling this way? Cho tried to reason with herself, but Draco's tongue was pushing its way into her mouth, and she couldn't refuse him any longer. I guess it's true what they say about romance, resistance really is futile. She dragged her fingers through Malfoy's blond hair and tousled it a little, just to tease him. Malfoy grinned as he slowly unbuttoned her blouse. Cho's face turned scarlet with embarrassment, having never actually been in such a situation. She'd come close, but nowhere like this. Oh my God, he must be serious about this! Well, in that case... Cho allowed Malfoy to slowly unclasp the snaps of her bra, ripping it off her in such a savage manner that she began to question his credibility as the "lover" he so often bragged to be at the dinner table last year. He's a bit rough around the edges, but hell, if I don't do this now, when will I? Cho let Malfoy continue to remove her clothes and helped him take off his own. Their legs moved together unevenly, twisting and tangling together, in erratic syncopation.
Out of the blue, Malfoy tore himself away from Cho. Cho was dumbfounded. WHAT?
Why is he doing this? We were doing so well... "Where are you going? Come back here,
Draco Malfoy!" Cho felt her heart sink and pushed some stray hairs out of her eyes. She
was nearly naked, except for her undergarments. Well, she thought with dread, can this
day get any worse? Just then, Neville Longbottom walked into the booth, and stared at
the sight before him, eyes wide.
(A/N: I know, not the greatest, but that's just my two cents. Read and review, mes amis! I appreciate it, really, I do! I'll only update if I get five reviews or more, not counting Craziegirl29... so everybody, please, review!)