January 21st

It's very early in the morning so I'm writing this in bed with the curtains drawn round me. I can't sleep. I keep spooling back what happened just hours ago - The perfect kiss. The perfect setting. The perfect timing. The perfect guy! I feel a bit faint now. I have all this energy I need to let out. Hang on, let me just scream into my pillow...

Ok I feel better. I should tell you what happened after the kiss. I need to remember this. Why? Because we need to tell the grandchildren this story! Ok I'm being silly...but details are always nice. I'm sure when I'm an old woman I'll want to look back and remember these kinds of things... like the butterflies I have and the sore cheek muscles I have gained from smiling too much.

So back to the kiss, we broke apart and we silently decided we should start walking back to the main school. It was little strange. Half not really knowing how to behave anymore. I mean of course we went out last year but now it seems like a whole new situation.

We fell into this pattern of glancing, and then smiling, and then one of us would look down or away, then glance again. I did that awful thing and kept giggling at him. It was just that I was so excited about being walked back by him and just being with him and knowing he felt the same way. He even took my hand into his. I couldn't believe it. He was holding my hand and more importantly...he was holding my hand without freaking out.

Harry said to me nervously, "I think it was better than the kiss under the mistletoe and the forest...it was...wasn't it? It was good? Well I thought it was..."

"The best kiss ever," I said reassuringly, "It was so good I wondered if you'd been practising with someone else."

I hadn't meant to sound jealous. That was just a joke.

"Only my pillow," he said grinning.

I could see the melting snow sparkle with ice.

"So, are you going to explain it to me eventually? This game of yours?" I said and then suddenly pointed at him, "And don't think you can get out of everything by just kissing me."

Our breath hung in the crisp winter air. His eyes were smiling, "Well...it all began with Ron."

I think I must have fixed my stare at him too fiercely.

"Calm down" said Harry, "he didn't give me the plan just the idea. He came to me and said he had bumped into you in the corridor. Acting funny. Apparently you asked him in a not very subtle way how I felt about Hermione and then kept going on about Roger..."

"Hey, I was making it so easy for you," My eyes narrowed a little, "I mean you can't even say what you feel or want most of the time ...I thought you might take the hint."

He squeezed my hand gently and then he began talking over me in this rather pompous sort of voice; "Last year I distinctly remember a conversation I had with Hermione about how the mind of a certain girl works."

He pointed his glance at me, "That's you! Anyway it was quite insightful...it was then that I deduced that...yes indeed...Miss Chang was up to her old tricks again and naturally... Mr Potter thought it would be quite funny to teach her a lesson. Being the intelligent Ravenclaw that you are... I thought you'd figure it out...but er... you didn't."

Oh he was really enjoying this.

I laughed. His voice relaxed and he continued, "Then I let Ron and Hermione into my plan. Hermione thought it was terrible and would have no part in it but Ron...he was quite willing to fan a few flames. Actually it was him who thought it would be a good idea to just nod and smile at you whenever you mentioned Roger."

Gosh that Ron is devious!

Harry had a far-off look in his eye and then he chuckled. "You were so bad at hiding your feelings for me."

"That's not true!" I said.

"You couldn't even say Merry Christmas to me!"

"No I..."

"Don't deny it Cho! ...It was written all over your face."

Am I that transparent?

Harry bent his head down to catch my eyes, "The more angry you got...the more I knew you liked me."

I couldn't help return all the smiles he was sending me. This intimacy we had discovered was divine.

"Ok...so I'll admit you're brilliant." I said turning to face him, "But there's one thing that you couldn't possibly fake... Paravati!"

Harry had this oh really look on his face.

"I saw you two together... Did you pay her or something?"

He grinned, "No we're just friends. Although I found out she had a crush on me on the day we went to the café."

"But you were looking at her...all googly eyes."

"I think jealous people see what they want to see."

"But you held her hand back in the café..."

"No I didn't. I pushed her hand away." He said quite seriously.

"Oh...but..."

"And when I saw Roger put his arm around you...and you did nothing to remove it. I realised the game was getting too dangerous. I had to stop it."

"Ah ha..." I said triumphantly, "Is the score one all now?"

Harry's voice whispered softly into my ear, "No more games!."

We were walking up the heavy stone steps, leading through the grand hall of Hogwarts and finally stopped at the entrance of the Ravenclaw common room. Students were filing out and heading off to their lesson. Their presence signalled that our time together had come to an end. But I wasn't ready to finish. I was terrified that maybe we'd slip back into our old selves and have to forget what had just happened between us.

Harry lifted his eyebrows and dug hands deep in his pockets trying to think of something to say so I gave him one last lingering kiss and left him reluctantly at the door.

I think must have taken all the stairs two by two to get back to the dorm. I was bursting to tell someone and lucky for me all the girls were sitting there on my bed waiting patiently. They had the biggest grins on their faces. Apparently they'd been staring out of the windows and had witnessed our reunion. But their eager ears wanted to learn of the story behind the kiss. I knew I would have to work my magic on them and it seemed to do the trick.

They all love Harry now!

Well except Marietta

But the good news is that...

She now finds him 'tolerable.'

January 22nd

I wonder how I can meet up with Harry more often...I can't rely on just chance meetings with him anymore. I'm not sure that's what I want. No I definitely don't want that. Hopefully I'll see him soon.

I went to the Quidditch practice. Need a bit of relief to take my mind of impending NEWTS. Typical Slytherin Quidditch team were trying to invade our practise time. The captains were arguing and decided to get a teacher to sort it out.

Malfoy was back to his old poetry readings. I don't listen to what he's saying anymore. You need an old Latin dictionary to understand what he's going on about most of the time. It's all very boring.

His ice blue eyes narrowed and he kicked the perfect pitch grass under his feet, "I can't believe you and him."

"Is this about Harry?" I said fixing my wrist guards on, "because if it is...it's none of your business."

"Of course it is. Weren't you listening to what I said last time?" He made an annoyed clicking sound with his tongue, "I don't understand why you won't help your own kind."

"Because Draco...there is no kind. I'm sure we're all a mix of everything...how can you be so sure that you're so "pure" anyway?"

His furious eyes burned, "The Malfoy ancestral line is famous for its pure blood. My father said so. "

"Oh your father? The one in Azakban?." I turned away and tried talking to my fellow teammates but they were all still arguing with the other Slytherins.

"We have a Quidditch match against each other soon." He said menacingly, "and I'm looking forward to it."

Professor Snape had swept onto the pitch alongside Professor Flitwick and into the squabble of irate Quidditch players.

"Alright..alright." Professor Flitwick scuttled around to the bickering crowd, "Calm down! It seems there was a double booking of the pitch...so...I thought why not have a friendly match now...that way you can both practice at the same time?"

"Professor Flitwick," said Snape, "I would not advise that. I'm sure you have better things to do than play referee...I know I do." He looked coldly at the Ravenclaw team. The crowd began shouting again in outrage, broom held high in the air, protesting. NO! IT'S OUR TIME. IT'S OUR PITCH. WHERE'S MADAME HOOCH?

But I stopped caring about Quidditch and whose turn it was. I had an uneasy feeling in the back of my mind...I looked up and I could see amongst the sea of blurred angry faces, the mysterious Malfoy alone and silent.

I was troubled.

He was looking at me.

I could feel it.

The touch of his pale eyes blazing darkly at me.