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Chapter 7

I've been watching your world from afar,

I've been trying to be where you are,

And I've been secretly falling apart,

I'll see.

To me, you're strange and you're beautiful,

You'd be so perfect with me but you just can't see,

You turn every head but you don't see me.- "Strange and Beautiful" / Aqualung

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[Ginny's POV]

We walk up the street; her hand is in mine, laced tightly as if she would die if I let her go. It's beginning to get colder and I know I have to get to a building soon, she's so delicate. I wouldn't want to cause her any more pain then I have. The path is rocky and she trips several times but I hold her steady. We say nothing; we only walk in silence up the road me leading. After several minutes we arrive at the top of the road, people are walking past us in the opposite direction to get out of the cold. They almost run into us a couple times but I swerve and duck and try to make sure Cho follows my movements. We take a left and the rocky road becomes a dirt path and there are trees now and not many people. Cho turns her head to me and I can feel her looking at me questioning where I'm going. Suddenly I hear a crack of thunder and we both jump. Now I am even more desperate to find the shrieking shack. One more crack of thunder goes off and then it comes. The rain comes down in pour before we even realize it. Without thinking I start to run pulling her hand in mine. I laugh and it's contagious. She smiles and soon I heard her laughing. We laugh and run in the rain. She doesn't let go. I see the shack in the distance and by this time I am sure she has too. We run around a fence and step over a couple of warning signs and then open an ancient door near the back. I shut the door and instantly the sounds of the wind are caught off. All I can hear is our breath gasping in air from our sprinting. We are both soaking wet and Cho's lips are starting to turn blue. I pull my wand out and mutter an incantation. My wand emits hot air and I use this to first dry Cho off and then myself. She looks slightly better and I look around for a fireplace. There is one at the back of the room with a hook hanging above it. "Incendio!" I mutter and the fireplace bursts into flames. The shack looks less terrible now and it is definitely warmer. There is a broken couch located in the corner with a dirty blanket hanging off the side. "Repairo!" I mutter pointing my wand to the couch and then "Scourify!" I mutter to the blanket. We walk to the newly fixed couch and I wrap Cho in the shabby blanket. We sit there for couple seconds before I get up to look for a tea kettle. I spot a cauldron on a table near the door. That will have to do for now. "Tergeo!" I whisper inside the filthy cauldron and then "Aguamenti!" The cauldron fills with water and I hang it on the hook. I go back to Cho and sit with her waiting for it to boil.

She turns her head, she has been watching me do all of this. "Thanks," she murmurs. I don't say anything but I notice she is looking a little better. There is color in her cheeks. The thunder cracks again and we look out through a grubby window near the ceiling. It is still pouring and I can still hear the wind howling. "Do you want to go back? The weather is getting really bad." I ask quietly. She shakes her head. "No we might as well wait it out."

My heart soars. I've wanted this so long to be alone with her that I cannot believe it's actually happening. I look around the shack examining all the broken pieces of furniture and the fact that I can only see certain parts of the shack where the fire reflects.

"There's bound to be some tea in here" I say, "We are in Britain after all." I pull my wand out, mutter lumos and walk around the couch to another room in the shack. The floor boards creak under my weight and all the doors and windows have either been ripped off or boarded up. I enter the room in the back and see more blankets, extra robes, and a lot of empty flasks. There is a small cupboard to my immediate left and I open it up, it is full of bandages, whiskey, books and lo and behold there is a tin can with no lid full of tea. I grab some tea and whiskey and run back into the fire-lit room. Cho is still there. The water in the cauldron has boiled and I conjure up two mugs and some sugar and then scoop the hot water into the mugs. I drop the tea in and sugar and set them down on the floor near the couch. I also set the whiskey down and I don't ignore the way Cho's eyes seem to follow it. She picks up her mug and takes a sip. I sit down next to her also taking a mug and stare at the fire. The mug burns my hand but the heat that Cho is radiating on to me seems to burn my head. She's so close, and the way the fire lights up her face is making my heart pound uncontrollably.

I glance at her face again and then remember why we even came here in the fire place.

"So, do you want to talk about it?" I ask softly.

She nods taking another sip before putting it down.

"I haven't been really able to open up about it, but I don't know I feel safe around you for some reason. And you did all this, she points to the fire and the tea. It's like you really care."

"I do care." I say as I pat her leg gently. "Go on, tell me."

"I was in love with him. She says. With cedric. We were perfect for each other. We were going to be together forever we were going to be married have loads of kids, and grow old and die together. He knew everything about me everything about my family and my life. He was my whole world. When he died I felt empty. Soon after my sick dad died. And it was just like everyone around me was dying. My mother left me and moved to Germany to live with a new boyfriend so I was alone. I started smoking and drinking and-" she cuts off. I look at her hands that had suddenly pulled up her sleeves. I reach out removing her hands and see what she has been hiding. Underneath her jacket sleeves were her wrists. They look fine but she seems ashamed that I am looking at them. I suddenly understand, she is hiding something.

"Aparecium!" I whisper pointing my wand to her wrists. Razor marks appear suddenly as soon as the spell removes the magic that was covering them. I gasp softly and look at her, tears in my eyes. There are so many cuts and on both wrists. I move to hug her and she embraces me slowly and then tightly towards the end.

"Oh Cho…" I whisper. "None of those deaths had anything to do with you. Why would you do something as silly as that! Don't ruin yourself. Don't ever do that again. You're beautiful."

Cho looks at me and says nothing, she opens her mouth a couple times, but it seems she cannot find the words. "Thank you." she says at last. "Thank you, I…I needed to hear that." I nod and move to grab my mug before I feel a pair of lips touch mine.

I can't believe it, Cho Chang, Cho BLOODY Chang is kissing me! -And pushing off my robes. I'm in shock, but soon able to clear my conscience. One look from Cho's lust filled eyes inspires me. I know I shouldn't be doing this, Cho's weak and breakable but I want to fix her, and show her happiness and true bliss. I don't want to be cocky but I know how to use my hands, my mouth my body. I can give her what she wants and needs. But will she ever forgive herself and let him go? Will I ever truly be able to be in her heart? Or am I using her just as she is using me. Is she just another fuck; am I just someone to fuck her? What am I to her? What is she to me? Is this even right for me to sleeping with her when I like Harry. Will she become like Hermione and shun me and not accept what we are. OR will she be like Dean and become clingy. Would she turn mean? Would it even get that far? Why am I doing this?

I pull away. "Are you sure?" I softly whisper. Cho looks up from her hands into my eyes, and I feel my heart strain. I can see Hermione in her face because I know what Cho is thinking. It's all too familiar the wanting and almost pleading look of "Just do me Ginny, I need this." Cho's face is covered in tears, and her mascara is running but she has another look about her that is different from Hermione. There's no sign of the "It doesn't mean I love you, or that I want to be with you in the open" that Hermione always had hidden in her eyes. Cho's eyes reflect a deeper connection, a deeper want something that I wasn't used to. Cho is not afraid to talk to afterwards. To acknowledge what we had done. I felt my throat stricken and I felt my eyes tear up, I have been looking for someone to be that person. To stay with me through the night. I lean over across the cold floor, one hand on the wooden planks and one hand on her shoulder and lightly peck her lips. She smiles into my mouth closing her eyes.

"I don't know what to do though." She says quietly with a touch of panic in her words. I look at her closely noticing she has a faint blush in her cheeks from the obvious embarrassment she is feeling. I grin.

"Let me show you."

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