I was brooding over my mistake of yelling at Draco when Harry approached me. I couldn't say I wasn't expecting it but I was surprised, nevertheless. It was dinner and I wasn't particularly eating. I was poking and prodding my food when he came over. His green eyes seemed concerned and curious.

"Cho," he said, uncomfortably eyeing Marietta's glare, "can I talk with you somewhere quiet?"

"Sure," I said, slowly.

He seemed relieved and waited for me to get up from my table. Ironically, I followed Harry into the same classroom that Draco led me to that very morning. He summoned two chairs for us to sit and sat down, still fidgeting a bit.

He seemed to have a hard time saying something so I tried starting. "So... How's your Quidditch team?"

He smiled. "We're doing good. Not as good as we were in my second year. Oliver was still here."

I nodded. "Yes, he was a good captain, wasn't he? But you're good too, Harry."

"Not that good. I still have to train my team better."

There was an awkward silence. Exasperated, I blurted out, "So what do you want to talk with me about?"

"I was wondering," he began. "I mean, I saw you this morning with Malfoy. I was just wondering if everything was alright."

I nodded, reasurringly. "Everything's fine. If that's all you came to ask me about..."

"Cho, I'm worried about you. The word is that you've been spending more and more time with that git," he said.

I flushed. "He is not a git," I said, without thinking. "He's just..." I stopped. I clamped my mouth shut and cursed myself for telling him more than he should know.

Harry's eyebrows shot up. "What?"

I tried to think of something quick. "I mean, he isn't a git. He's just... stupid." I paused. "I don't think he knows what he's doing is bad."

Harry was silent. Wasn't it ironic how I was defending Harry to Malfoy and the other way around? Harry seemed at loss for words and the silence was beginning to become uneasy.

I got up. "Thanks, Harry, for your consideration." I didn't know what else to say so I simply said, "Bye."

Harry rose from his chair as well. "Cho, I'm sorry about last year. I still like you. D'you think you and me... that we could someday..."

"Date?" I finished for him. I hesitated before saying, "I don't know, Harry. I liked you a lot but I think I have feelings for someone else now."

He smiled, weakly. "It's not Malfoy, is it?"

I didn't answer his question. "You had your chance. Now others can have their chance too."

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When I returned to my common room that night, I saw none other than Draco. He was talking with Bletchley and they seemed to be discussing something serious and stopped right when I came in. Bletchley smirked. I could sense that it was not a good thing.

"Hey Chang! There are two of us and only one of you. No one else is here and I'm bored. Let's have a little fun, shall we?"

I narrowed my eyes. "Let's not."

Draco sneered. "She's not worth it. Shagging Parkinson will be more pleasurable."

His comment stung. Not that I wanted him to have sex with me, but to have Parkinson compared to me and having her to be better was somehow hurtful. I glared at him.

Bletchley rolled his eyes. "Parkinson is too easy. I want a challenge." His eyes scanned my body, causing me to redden. "Someone that's unpredictable."

"So go f--- Bulstrode. I hear she's still a virgin," Draco drawled.

Bletchley made a face. "It's obvious why. Who'd want to wake up and face her first thing in the morning?"

I didn't want to hear anymore. Their conversation was repulsive and disgusting. I headed towards the stairs.

Bletchley grabbed my arm. "I'm not done with you, Chang." His eyes were wild and they were focused on my chest.

"Let go!" I tried strugging out of his grasp but he was strong and I couldn't. I turned to Draco for help but he was sitting on the couch, not moving a muscle. His expression was strict amusement. I desperately pulled out my wand. "I'll curse you!"

He plucked my wand out of my hand as easily as you would when you pick a flower. He threw it towards Draco and he pulled me close. I could smell sweat and his pungent body odor. Alarm and panic coursed through my body. Why wasn't Draco helping? He began taking off my cloak and no matter how hard I struggled, he kept at it. My breats were pressed against his chest and I was numb with fear. I didn't stop yelling.

"Stupefy!"

All I saw was a bright red light, and I went unconscious.

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A/N: Thank you to all your reviews! I know it's not that good so if you spot any kind of mistakes, please let me know. Grammatical errors, spelling, plotline contradictions, etc. I try hard to catch these mistakes but I'm human so I'll need to depend on the reader! As for the storyline, what do you think? Who do you think conjured the stunning spell? Short chapter but I promise for a longer one next :)