CHAPTER THREE – SAM AND CHO CHANG
Authors note: this is also another embarrassing chapter... Enjoy!
Cho Chang walked down the dimly lit corridor, lugging a heavy bag behind her. She turned the corner, walking into a guilty looking Sam.
"What are you doing?" she asked him.
"I was going to say the same to you." He said, surveying her with his brown eyes.
"I don't know, really. Just hanging I guess" She felt her face go red. "Listen, you didn't have to do that." She started.
"Do what?" he asked.
"The potion. It was sweet, and kinda hurt when I fell, and then I hurt you, but before that I had already fallen – hard." She looked down at her feet, feeling the blood as hot as molten rock run through her veins. Sam lifted her head, and she jumped as thunder rolled across the sky outside.
"Cold, isn't it?" she murmured, but he hushed her with a finger to the lips. The lights flickered, and she looked around startled. Sam moved closer, just as the light went out.
"Sam...?" she whispered. He grabbed hold of her forearms, and she felt his lips, his breath hot on her face, and she kissed him back, equally matching his ferocity.
The week passed, and winter grew colder, snow falling thickly throughout the school. Cloaks were pulled out, gloves and beanies were always misplaced, and white faces were seen peeking out from layers of material on the way to herbology. Malfoy walked down the hill, glancing every so often at a pink nosed Steph. He veered slightly to the left, and she kicked him in the shin when he came to close.
"Ow! What was that for?" he whined.
"Don't get too close!" she said. Malfoy glared at her and caught up with Crabbe. He whispered something, and Crabbe roared with laughter. Stephanie shrugged her shoulders, whispered something in Dean's ear, and Dean flew down the slope after Malfoy, who had seen him and threw his books to the ground, leaping off before Dean caught him. Stephanie giggled, and waited for Sam and Cho Chang, who were always late now. They walked up beside her and Steph looked at Cho's face, and then at Sam's face, and decided to tell Cho she shouldn't wear lipstick.
The next half hour passed slowly, with a bloody Malfoy looking at Steph, then at Dean who jumped a little to scare him. Malfoy managed to flinch every time, and Stephanie laughed. The little rat! Thought Malfoy. Just wait. I'll show him who Stephanie likes when I'm done with her... Just wait until I get my hands on her...
Claire tiptoed into the old girls bathroom, closing the door behind her.
"Myrtle?" she called. She looked around, and heard a wet sucking noise.
"Yes?" came the long, high pitched call.
"It's Claire." She said. Myrtle came floating out of the third cubicle, hair dripping ghostly water.
"Can you do me a favor?" asked Claire.
"Yes, what is it?" Myrtle said abruptly.
"I need you to get Harry in here" said Claire. "I have a little, um, unfinished business."
Claire winked, and Myrtle laughed.
"I get you. I'll ask Peeves. Now go away, I have a diversion to create!" Myrtle shooed Claire out, and dived down the nearest toilet. Claire started laughing, and walked towards the Gryffindor common room.
Peeves glided in through the brick wall, scaring Claire who was doing her Potions homework.
"Clairey Beary waity in the bathroomy!" he chanted. She flung her books to the ground and skidded to a halt at the door, thanking Peeves, and fixing her hair. The Fat Lady was singing opera, and Claire interrupted, shouting the password, and running past the pouting painting. She reached the bathroom, and entered, but no-one was there. She sat down and waited. Myrtle popped up beside her.
"Peeves said for you to wait here. Harry will be coming in here shortly." Claire didn't know how Peeves would get Harry here, but she waited anyway.
Harry walked down the corridor, juggling his books. As he turned the corner, he walked straight through Peeves, and dropped his books.
"Poor Harry parry need some help off Peeves?" he asked slyly.
"No thanks." said a bewildered Harry.
"Sure you do!" said Peeves. He picked up Harry's potions book and hurled it at Harry, hitting him in the forehead.
"Peeves!" Harry bellowed. Peeves picked up the quill, and sent it into Harry's rear end, and proceeded to throw things at him. Harry, stunned, began running up the corridor, heading for the bathroom. He knew Peeves wouldn't go in there because Moaning Myrtle had a crush on him. He reached the door, and paused to see if Peeves had followed him. His suspicions were confirmed when Harry was hit in the head with the herbology 898 page book. He flew headfirst into the bathroom, straight into Claire.
"Harry!" she said, inching towards him.
"Er, hi Claire!" he said, a little self conscious. He backed away, trying to escape her.
"You know I have always liked you, right?" she asked.
"Er, yeah." He said uncertainty. He took another step backwards, and hit the wall. She stepped up to him, pressing her body against him.
"Well, this is cozy then!" she said. Harry drew a sharp breath as Claire fiddled with his pants.
"Er, Claire!" said Harry.
"Yes?" she looked at him, kissing him on the cheek. He looked behind her and saw Myrtle peeking behind one of the toilet doors.
"Myrtle!" hissed Claire impatiently. Myrtle's face went a different shade of pale ghost colour, Claire assuming her face went red.
"Go and chase Peeves." Claire eyed her, and Myrtle flew through the wall out into the corridor. Claire looked at Harry again, and licked her lips. Harry slipped out from the wall, and backed away towards the sink. He slipped, and landed flat on his back. Claire dived onto him with a laugh.
"And now for you!"