February 5th

I don't know what's going on with Harry. That day... it was like he was in a daze as he got to his feet.

"Harry are you ok?" I said as placed my hand onto his back. I thought he might fall or something.

"Is it your scar?" I said quietly.

"NO!" His forehead wrinkled as he rubbed it gently, "It's just a headache."

"I don't believe you." I said picking up his forgotten belongings on the floor.

He turned to me with his eyes narrowed, "Well it is..."

Then he started walking away so quickly that I had to half jog just to keep up with him.

"Come on, I'll take you to Madame Pomfrey...she can sort you out with a healing draught." I said as I fell in step with him.

"No... it will go away...trust me." He said gently, "It's probably due to stress or something."

"You're stressed?"

We stopped walking. He tucked a lose strand of my hair around my ear and smiled, "No I'm really happy."

"Well then you're not stressed." I took a step back trying to figure him out. He took his belongings from my hands and then he leaned forward tracing round the shape of my lips with his own.

"Got to go to lessons now," he said motioning back to the Gryffindor Tower.

As I stood there watching him disappear through the doors of Hogwarts, I realised there was still a gulf of secrets standing between us. It made me determined to find out what secret he was hiding.

I thought the best place to start was to seek out either Hermione or Ron. They'd know but would they tell me? Later that afternoon, by chance I passed Hermione in the library I asked her about these supposed 'headaches' that Harry was suffering from.

"I don't know," she said hugging her books tightly, "Harry does have severe migraines sometimes. He doesn't like to take medication for it...he prefers to heal the natural way."

I crossed my arms and I could see her eyes darting about searching for a real answer.

She shook her bushy hair away from her shoulders, "It's up to Harry what he tells his friends."

"Great thanks." I said huffily, "It's just...that he's hiding so many things from me."

And then I stopped. I didn't want to tell Hermione all this. I barely knew her. So I smiled at her and then marched quickly to the refuge of the common room. I plonked myself into the plush blue sofa and pulled out some homework that I hadn't quite finished the other day.

I dipped the quill into some thick black ink; my hand was hovering over the blank sheet. It must have been well over five minutes later when I looked down to see the ink was bleeding like a river into the parchment.

I hadn't scratched in a single word.

I couldn't stop thinking.

It didn't matter how much Harry said he cared about me or how much I really cared about him... for there would always be a part of him that would always be a mystery to me.

And then it dawned on me.

Harry didn't trust me.

February 6th

Earlier this evening Harry was calling me from the two-way mirror. He wanted to go "get lost" in Hogwarts. So I finished up all my homework (well most of it) and we started taking random staircases to anywhere. We leaped off the changing stairs, looked at a few of the pictures and listening to their stories.

"I'm not even sure I've really seen the whole of Hogwarts," I said to him as we were walking across a random corridor.

"Yeah the place is so big... there must be so many secret rooms in here...undiscovered," he said sliding his hand against the wall. Then he raised his eyebrows at me, "Hey do you remember the Room of Requirement?"

I turned away smiling at the floor, "Yes...why?"

"I think it's empty." He said looking around. We came across the familiar staircase and then we could see that the Room of Requirement was lurking beyond the doors up ahead. I looked at him and then he looked at me. I had no idea what was going through his mind. Had he been leading me to that room from the very beginning?

We stepped inside the entrance and I reached blindly for the light. It looked like it had been used for a recent DA session. There were pillows everywhere, writing scrawled on the blackboard and tables and chairs had been set out.

Harry shut the door. Then he took out his wand from the back of his pocket and pointed it at me.

"I think you need testing," he said.

"What kind of testing?" I said suspiciously, turning a few books over to see what they have been learning.

"Come on Cho...get your wand out," he said poking me lightly.

"I'm not going to duel with you," I said laughing, "I could really hurt you."

He placed his hand over pages of the book I was looking at, "Oh really? Come on...let's do something easy...like a stunning spell."

I shot him a look.

"You know very well I can't stun people." I said closing the book softly on his fingers.

"Yes you can," he said pointing his wand at me now, "sometimes you can be very good at stunning...even without a wand."

"I see you've been getting quite good at Charms." I said.

I took out my wand and pointed it at him. It was like a proper wizards duel. We stood at different ends of the room, did the ceremonial rituals and bowed to each other.

"Ok... wands ready!" he shouted from his corner.

I shouted, "Impedimenta," which caused a fast light to shoot out from my wand and hit him in the stomach. He didn't even try to resist but unfortunately for him he had missed the pillows and fell flat onto the floor.

I was laughing. Sorry... but it was funny.

"Harry are you ok?" I said trying to move him somewhere a bit more comfortable. He moved his eyeballs a bit. He was so helpless that I couldn't help but take advantage of this situation.

I'm not sure when the spell wore off but eventually Harry rolled up onto his feet again, "That was pretty good...but... you... need to make sure it's a direct hit...more direct...like here." He was pointing higher up at his chest, "Maybe try and wind them at the same time so mobility is more difficult for your enemy."

"Yes Professor Potter!" I said coming back onto my own feet.

He walked over to a cupboard and started pushing it towards me, "Ok let's try the Patronus."

"I can do that," I said.

"Well there's no harm doing it again,"

"This Professor Snape seduction thing doesn't work for me." I said folding my arms.

"Is that what you think I'm trying to do?" Harry said laughing at me.

"No." I said half smiling, "of course not...no don't be silly..."

He was taking some keys out and unlocking the doors, "You need boggarts to do this seriously."

I stood there watching him with little enthusiasm.

"Come on Cho. This is important to me," he said. "If everything else fails," He started waving something in front of my face, "I have chocolates!"

"Oh you should have said that in the first place!" I said sighing but still I took out my wand out. I readied myself thinking about what made me really happy.

Harry opened the cupboard door, and I knew would come out. Something like death. Yes Death was coming and would try to claim everything that mattered to me again. Yes...I could feel death was near...it was close...so close.

What made me happy? What made me happy? I have to empty my mind to nothing...I have no bad memories...just good ones...and I'm saving them for me only...no one else.

I was trying to figure it out...but then I knew what it was...well I knew who it was... I could see him standing beside the boggart...smiling.

"Expecto Patronum." I shouted.

Swiftly the Swan was flying out of my wand; beating its mighty wings. Soon we found ourselves surrounded by a halo of white light and then the boggart was gone.

"Wow you did that really well." He said looking a bit windswept, "Pretty quick too."

To be fair I had practised this so many times before. But it was always alone...at home... or in my mind. It was something I was strict about. I had to be. Maybe I couldn't defend myself against You Know Who but at least I could try fight off his soldiers. I swore I would know how protect my family and myself because in my old state...the tragic Cho...I knew she wouldn't stand a chance against a Dementor. Her own sad memories would break under their spell.

"Can I have the chocolate now?" I said.

He handed me one and I ate it.

"Just keep practising all this." He said to me, "I think I'd be happy if I knew you were..."

I stared at him. He was going to tell me something. Something important...it was going to be a revelation. Something about You Know Who. ...Something about his scar...It was going to be something! It was...Suddenly Harry hopped off the desk and took my hand, "Hey... maybe we should go before someone sends out a search party for us."

ARGH! Harry ...Why must you torture me?