February 7th

It was such a nice day today. The sun was finally making a break from behind the cold clouds of winter, the grass was singing with rainwater and a slow relaxing breeze was blowing. Maybe Spring is coming early this year.

So aside from Harry being really private about certain things in his life, my life seems back to normal. If I'm not spending time in the library revising for NEWTS then I'm trying to get away from it all in the Quidditch pitch (or I'm with Harry). I'm glad we have such enthusiastic players here, there's always someone over there that wants to play or practice. But today wasn't one of those days. Seeker practice is a little harder to do by yourself so I decided I would sit myself down on the substitutes bench and clean my broom stick instead.

I chatted a little with Ron Weasley there. He was walking up towards me with his muddy boots slung over his back and a broomstick in his hand. He nodded to me with a small smile and then started whacking his boots against the bench I was sitting on. Dry chunks of mud were breaking off the heels.

"So are you ready for your match against Slytherin?" he said.

WHACK! The boot struck against the bench again.

"Well yeah I guess I am," I said shouting over the muddy din, "It's in three days time so I'll have to be ready whether I like it or not."

He put his boots down and carefully began inspecting his broom and started talking about Quidditch again. I guess it's like our safe topic. I mean what else can we have lengthy conversations about?

"I heard that the Tornados aren't at the top of the league table anymore," he said with a laugh.

I tried to swat him with my cleaning cloth, "Hey, leave the Tornados alone... anyway you can talk, what about the Chudley Canons?"

"The Tornados couldn't even score in their last game,' he continued.

I passed him some of my Mr Magic broom cleaner to him, "Well the Canons took 2 days to finish theirs...so..."

"So we're even I guess." He said opening the can. We both grinned and went back to tending our brooms.

My thoughts ran back to Harry for a moment. I found myself struggling not to mention my fears about him to Ron. You see Harry lives in a world of Chinese whispers. We all know he has adventures every year but most of the time I can never extract the truth from fiction. Someone once told me that in his second year he fought something like a dinosaur that was roaming the halls of Hogwarts. I think I would have known if something like that was walking around the school...don't you?

"So how's Harry?" I said finally.

Ron's back seemed to tense a little. Then he slowly put down him broom and rested it against the wall, "You know I promised him I wouldn't say anything."

I sent him a quiet glance asking him to explain himself further.

His light brow frowned, "Listen I know this is probably really annoying to you but you'd understand completely if you knew the whole truth."

"How would you like it if Hermione kept secrets from you?" I said with a sudden sharpness in my voice.

"Well this isn't about Hermione or me. This is about you." He sighed heavily and then glanced at me, "Do you trust Harry?"

"Of course I do."

"Well then trust his judgement," he said simply.

I started scrubbing my broom a little harder. I felt as if anything I said would have just turned into a seething verbal attack. And it's not Ron's fault really...what could he do about it?

"Cho," said Ron, "The more you don't know, the safer you are, the happier everyone can be. Just leave it...I mean if you want to be with Harry you have to stay out of his business and you will do what he says. It really is in your best interests that you don't know anything. Trust me."

I gave him a small grateful smile and replied, "You really are a good friend to him."

"Yeah," he said quietly and continued scrubbing his broom.

It wasn't very detailed information but it was something my mind could hold onto for now.

A flash of red hair dashed past us in a hurry. We both looked up. It was his little sister Ginny.

"Oi Ginny!" Ron shouted to her.

"What?" she said, stopping abruptly in her steps.

"Don't what me," said Ron.

She rolled her eyes and came walking towards us.

"Hey Cho," said Ginny, "Haven't seen you in a while."

We hadn't really talked a lot since the Quidditch match last year where she beat me to the snitch. I'm not bitter about that...not really...well maybe a little. I am a seriously competitive Quidditch player. I can't help the way I feel.

"Cho's going out with Harry now." said Ron casually.

"I kinda noticed," she said with her eyes bright, "Congrats. He's a nice guy."

Ron sort of shifted uncomfortably in his seat, "Not as nice as some other guys."

She scrunched her freckled nose at him and then turned to me, "Oh don't mind Ron he's got it into his thick head that I still have a crush on Harry but you know..."

Her brown eyes flickered towards a figure in the distance. "I'm over it," she said with a open hearted smile.

"Come on Ginny!" shouted the figure. I recognised that the voice belonged to Dean Thomas of Gryffindor. Ginny quickly bade us goodbye and then we watched her slip her hand into Dean's as they walked off together back to the main school. I remember thinking how relieved I was that she was over Harry. Not that I could blame her really. He is irresistible.

I heard Ron scowling after them, "No matter how much she says she's a grown up. She's not. She's just a kid."

I guess that he'll still feel the same way about all her boyfriends...even when's she's hobbling around in a zimmer frame. Family is family after all. You always want to look out for them, which reminds me...It's been one month since I last saw or even heard from my own family. They don't even know I'm going out with Harry yet. I think I should write them a letter and send it tomorrow.

I should...but Mum and Dad have always been funny about the boys I've dated. Most of the time I don't mention them if I can get away with it maybe I should keep it that way. I definitely remember not mentioning Harry to them the first time since he was my first boyfriend right after Cedric. I didn't want to have to answer any questions at the time. I'm not entirely sure how they would react now. I can picture their faces now. We're in the kitchen. Dad's frying something in the pan and Mum is complaining about work. I'm edging nervously by the door.

Me: Er...Mum...Dad...I'm going out with Harry Potter.

Dad: What THE Harry Potter? He's famous you know.

Mum: Wah...I'm calling your Ah Ma! she will be so proud.

Or on the flip side...this could happen...

Me: Er...Mum...Dad...I'm going out with Harry Potter.

Mum: EE yer...What do you mean going out?

Dad: That boy with the scar, that boy that You Know Who is chasing after year after year? You chose him? I don't want you seeing him.

Oh I don't know if I can pick up my quill just yet...I could let them live in an ignorant bliss for just a while longer.

February 8th

I finally got myself into order and wrote the letter back to the family although I found myself missing out the parts about Harry. I'm such a chicken. I know. But at least I posted something to let them know I was alive.

A funny thing happened actually while I was on my way to the owlery. I could see in the distance that Malfoy was walking in front of me. I was about to turn back to avoid him. But then I changed my mind again because I thought that I shouldn't let him intimidate me. So I continued my journey to the Owlery. However in the back of my mind I was preparing myself with some sort of verbal defence should he attack me with his usual 'pleasantries'.

The funny thing is once I got inside the owlery and looked round... he wasn't there anymore. It could have sworn it was him. Maybe it was a ghost or maybe I need my eyes tested.

Afterwards I met up with Harry. He was trying to give me some advice for the Slytherin Vs Ravenclaw match, which was to start in the afternoon. None of it really helped. Bless him.

Let's fast forward to the match itself. I'm hovering in the air high above the spectators, scanning for that glint of golden in the sky.

"Chang" said a voice from behind.

I looked over my shoulder. It was of course Malfoy, casting his watchful eye across the same sky.

"Save your breath," I said. I could feel his gaze burning on my face.

"Come on Cho...don't be shy with me." He said reaching over the space between us. I could feel the space was now getting smaller by the second. I kept my eyes in the sky. Then I felt his hand brushed under my chin, "Soon you will know the charm of this glorious hand."

Disgusted, I swiped his hand forcefully away from me and made a turn somewhere else.

"If you think you can win me over with more ridiculous poetry then you've got another thing coming." I said.

He smiled, "So I have a chance if I tried something else?"

A tantalizing sparkle of gold flew swiftly past us.

Our eyes briefly locked.

Then in a roar of wind I speed off into the sky, feeling the full force of the cold air currents quivering over my skin. I could hear the roar of crowds ringing in my ears as I made a steep dive into the stands.

I could sense that Draco was pursuing me through the rushes of air.

My hands fought blindly through the explosion of gold diamonds. I reached forward... the flutter of the golden wings feathering against my fingers.

My open hands were stretching for it.

If only my arms were longer...

But suddenly the end of my broom dipped under the force of what must have been Malfoy's foot. I lost control of my broom and went spinning fast into the spectators tower. I heard the crowd scream and the creak of the splintering wood breaking under my weight. My broom was no longer with me. Soon I was tumbling in the air trying to catch on to anything...

The world was spinning and I couldn't stop it.

I closed my eyes and prepared myself for the fast fall down.

I felt the impact as I fell onto the ground. My body broken. The Slytherin stands were rumbling with joy. I could feel a busy crowd of people bustling around me now but I wouldn't open my eyes. I couldn't. It was painful enough seeing the moving images under my eyelids. I imagined I could see a smug faced Malfoy gliding smoothly in the sky, throwing a triumphant punch into the air and in his other hand he was showing the crowd, the fluttering golden snitch.

February 11th

I was moved into the hospital wing to recover. I've got a few broken bones and ribs. It hurts a lot but Madame Pomfrey gave me this special brew to drink to ease the pain away. I should recover in a couple of days.

I really hate the hospital bed though. The mattress is so thin. At least I'm not bored yet. I've had a lot of visitors throughout the day.

Roger said he was going to complain about Malfoy and that he'd read up again on the Quidditch rules and see if it was really an illegal move. Marietta brought down some of my stuff from the dorm. I asked her for my mirror too just in case.

Harry brought me some flowers! He picked them from the forest apparently. I think some of them were weeds but they were lovely anyway. He sat down by my bed.

"I got a detention." He said putting the flowers by my bed table.

I sat myself up and put a pillow behind my back, "What for?"

"I hit Malfoy" he said sheepishly.

"Oh Harry you didn't..."

"Yeah," He said leaning forward, "He deserved it."

I couldn't help but smile a little, "Thank you...but don't get in trouble again just because of me ok?"

"What was he saying to you up there?" he said reaching for my hand.

I thought it would be better not to throw oil over fire. I'm not even sure how much Harry even saw when I was up in the air. Was he angry with Draco for physically touching me or was it just knocking me off my broom in such a violent way? Or was it more than that? Harry doesn't need more things to worry about. I'm sure this would all be so distracting. He needs to think about whatever he's secretly doing about You Know Who… that's far more important than something so trivial. He shouldn't be worrying about me.

So I shrugged my shoulders and said, "He was just saying...you know the usual stuff about pure blood and things. Nothing new. I told him where to go."

Harry smiled, "Good" he said quietly and then he leant over gave me a lingering kiss.

Perhaps Ron's right.

Maybe some things are better left unsaid.

And that in the long run... the things we don't know will save us.