CHAPTER 5

"Hey Harry," Cho said walking over and hugging her boyfriend.

I looked away. I still had a hard time believing that while I was in the hospital wing Cho had asked Harry out again and he had said yes. It was the Thursday after I had gotten out of the hospital wing and I already hated Cho.

"Well, I should be heading back to the common room, I need to work on Snapes essay," I stood up from the spot by the tree, where Ron, Hermione, Harry and I had been sitting.

"Yeah, me too," Ron said, getting up as well.

"I better help Ron," Hermione followed.

"I'll see you later Harry," I said.

"See ya Harry," Hermione and Ron said at the same time.

"Well, bye I guess," he replied uncertaintly.

As we walked back to the common room I began to think about the other guy I liked. I realized I hadn't really seen him this year. 'Maybe I should just go find him tomorrow. This is one guy I actually talk to. I better. I won't be able to-' my thoughts were cut off as I saw him.

I caught his eye and smiled. When he smiled back I realized how much I loved that smile.

Then his eyes widened and I only had time to wonder for a second before I ran into an open door.

I felt extreme pain in my nose and the warm blood ran down my face. It hurt to hit the floor, but I didn't notice it much.

"Oh my God, Amy!" I heard him land on the floor next to me and I felt him lift my head and start to pick me up.

Hermione and Ron had already made it up the stairs so it was just him helping me.

"C'mon, I'll take you to the hospital wing," I heard him say once he had got me to my feet and put my arm over his shoulders. I tried to hold my nose and stop the bleeding, but it wasn't stopping.

I hoped he had my bag because I knew I didn't have it.

Once we had gotten to the hospital wing Madame Pomfrey was working over a bed but otherwise it was empty.

When he got her attention and she turned she hurried over toward us.

"Miss Bradshaw, you haven't even been out of the hospital room a week, what have you been doing?"

I looked at him. What was I going to tell her? I couldn't tell her the truth. 'Oh, I was just staring at my crush and I ran into a door.' Even in my head it sounded horrible.

"She got hit in the face," he replied. I made a mental note to thank him later.

"By a person?" she asked, concerned. I took back the thanks.

"No, we were outside playing quidditch and I got hit in the face by a ball," I managed to reply through the blood.

"Oh, well sit down. I'll have this fixed up quick."

I followed her instructions and, like she said, in a matter of minutes I was thanking her and leaving again.

"Hey Amy," she said as we were walking out the door.

"Yeah?" I asked, turning around.

"You might want to get rid of the blood."

"Oh, right, I probably should," I took out my wand and waved it, and instantly the blood was gone. "See you Madame Pomfrey."

I waited until we were around the corner before I thanked him.

"Thank you so much, Blaise."

"Really, it's fine. Here's your bag back," he replied, handing it to me.

"I'll see you later then? I have a potions essay to do."

"Yeah, you better," he smiled at me.

I laughed, "What are you gonna do if I don't?" I asked teasingly.

He showed me his wand. "I dunno, I'd have to think about it, but I do have a few things in mind that I could do."

I laughed again, "Well, I promise. I'll see you soon," I turned and reluctantly walked away. I knew I had to finish that essay. My potions grade would really haunt me if I didn't.

When I got back in the common room Hermione and Ron were waiting, which I expected, but I didn't expect to see Harry there. They were all at the table by the fire doing their essays.

"Hey, guys."

"What happened to you?" Hermione asked.

"I umm, had some trouble..." I trailed off, hoping they would leave it at that, but like good friends, the kept at it.

"What kind of trouble?" Harry asked.

"I umm, ran into a door kinda," I said softly, "but I better get my essay and potions book." I said louder and turned to hurry up the staircase to the girls dormatory. I was glad it took them a few seconds because if they called me back I didn't hear them.

Hermione followed me up to the dormatory, though.

"I didn't realize you were that big of a klutz," she stated, skeptically, with a look to match her voice.

"I was kind of distracted," I replied sheepishly.

"By who?" she was being herself and I knew that but I couldn't help to wonder how she knew everything.

"Who said it was a who?"

"Fine then, by what?" she gave me the look that she always gives when she knows she's right.

"Okay, you were right, he is a who, not a what. I'm just not ready to tell who that person is yet," my eyes pleaded with hers not to take it any further and she obliged.

"Alright," she nodded, "but remember, I'll be here whenever."

"I know," I nodded and somehow those words made me feel better about it all.

I grabbed my potions book and essay and followed her into the common room.

When we got downstairs I knew Harry and Ron would want to know what happened, but Hermione gave them a look that clearly said, 'Drop it.'

I thanked her with a grateful look. She smiled back and mouthed, 'what are friends for?' when the guys were both looking down at their essays.

It was late when we all finished our essays. Well, when Harry, Ron and I finished our essays; Hermione was finished a few days ago.

I had been thinking about it the whole time I was writing my essay and when Hermione and I were climbing into our beds I told her.

"Blaise Zabini," I said into the darkness.

I saw Hermione sit up, "What?"

"Goodnight," was all I said. I smiled as into the darkness though, as I imagined the look on Hermione's face.