Disclaimer: I don't own, sorry but I won't say again, I'm that lazy.

Chapter 2

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Hmm. What a waste, I think to myself. Such a good body, great brains but he's not Harry. His curly flaxen hair, dark chocolate eyes, six foot frame and charm that would make a girl do the craziest thing he was still missing something: Captivating green eyes, messing black hair, a cute nose, everything Harry Potter. I smiled at some stupid joke he made, who in Merlin's name finds muggle pears tickling a pirate funny? Someone who hasn't had their pear tickled in a while. I giggle at my own joke; he smiled. What an egomaniac, then again, what else would I be laughing at, the baby carrot stuck in his teeth?

I smiled as he and I left the restaurant. He held my hand without even asking, at least Harry would have considered what I would have thought if he had held my hand. I shook my head; I have to stop doing that: everything I did made me think back to Hogwarts, to Harry and to my old self. It had been about two months since I saw Harry last, that day near the room of requirements. I still feel giddy when ever I think about that day, I can't help it.

I look at my hand, our fingers intertwined; his hold was a bit tight: I'm not going to say anything. This date was a mess in my opinion. He was too clingy, he had bad jokes, and he… just isn't what I'm looking for. Plus I've already for gotten his name. That's it: I'm a horrible person.

"Umm, I have this thing I need to take care of, so…I– have to–go…" I said, taking my hand out of his.

"Oh, okay. I'll talk to you later then? Or maybe I could help you with what you need to take care of," He said. Wow, this guy just doesn't know when to quit. I shook my head and started walking backwards.

"No, I'm leaving to visit a friend out of town and she hates strangers. I had a really nice time though; just phone me tomorrow," I said with a smile. I hate people not liking me in any form. Why did I even go out with this muggle? I walked as fast I could in my new shoes and skirt, muggle London was really nice at night, not.

It was scary, so many sounds, it was loud and smelly. The restaurant he took me to was nice and quiet, I guess I'm too much of a Ravenclaw. I continued to walk down the street, trying to look as comfortable in the neighborhood as I could. I sighed, another date ruined: my second this month.

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She walked to a corner of the street and walked in an alley way then Apparated to her home. Cho kicked off her shoes and dropped her hand bag on the floor; she'd pick them up in the morning. She then made her way to her bath room, washing off her make up. She then went into her bed room and fell face forward into her bed and tried to stop thinking about how drained she was.

She didn't know why she said yes to what's-his-name but she found she didn't have the heart to say no. that had always been her problem, she was a people pleaser and everyone knew it. It had been almost two months since she left Hogwarts and since then she had moved out of her mother's house and moved into muggle London. Her mother had helped get her a loan with the muggle bank since she knew nothing of the wizarding world–being muggle and all. With the loan she had bought a house and moved in, all in the last month. Sometimes she felt alone and she loved it, she was an adult; her own person. Then there were times when she felt alone and it scared her; she had always lived with someone else, whether it was her mother and father or her dorm mates.

Her father worked for the ministry in the department of mysteries: he worked when ever they called him in and he never really had time to bond with her once she started Hogwarts so she would miss him and her mother the most. She hadn't had any contact with her old friends and for that she was glad because right now she was in a place where she didn't need any distractions.

She was still looking for a job, she didn't really need one now because before she was born a fund was already started to help her when she got out of school, whether it be Hogwarts or a muggle college: her mother never did like to leave thing unfinished. She had an account with the wizarding bank and the muggle one so she wasn't too worried about money but she needed something to occupy her time; other than late night pondering.

She looked at her right and looked at her clock: twelve fifty seven. She sighed, no wonder she never woke up before eleven AM. She rolled on her back and fell into a deep sleep. The next morning she was awoken at nine AM by an owl, a crazy owl by the way he crashed into her window. She felt really sorry for it, it looked old and weather beaten. She took the embroidered red envelope and got a bowl and filled it with water.

She then put it on the kitchen table and watched as the bird drank appreciatively. She looked at the front of the envelope and took in its appearance; it had the letter F with a B hanging on it as a wax seal. It looked very important but who would be writing to her? She barely got regular muggle mail. On the back was a post it; her mother most likely.

Dear Cho,

How is everything? The house is still to your liking? You haven't written in a few weeks and I was a little worried: you're father has told me something's that has me fretting over your well being. Inside this envelope is a letter to your father, an event is taking place but he can not make it; he was hoping you would go in his place. I have told him wow I feel upon this subject but he says it is your choice and he is right.

Please write home soon, if only to tell me how your day is going.

My love always,

Mother

Cho looked at the envelope with a frown on her face; why would papa want me to go in his place? She broke the seal and pulled out a red and gold invitation. She skimmed the invitation and burned with anger; she would not go. Suddenly her stomach rumbled and she felt a small pain before it went away: breakfast time.

She angrily made her way to her kitchen and began to make breakfast. She took out three eggs, flour, and pancake mix. She whisked the eggs in an angry fury, spilling some of it on the counter. How dare they? They should know me better that! Why would I willingly attend a wedding where the love of my life would most likely be—with his girlfriend no less? Mama how could you!

She stops whisking the eggs and added flour, and pancake mix and continues at the same angry pace. I'm not going. At least mama should know the problems that would cause: Cho Chang at a Weasley wedding? Never. I'd be so humiliated.

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God this is hard, I think to myself as I continue with my task. I stomped my foot in irritation as I continued to stir clockwise four times and then added a sprig of bear foot every third stir. I continued with the potion I was making; Flex Felicis. The way Hermione figures, if we can gain an advantage against Voldemort then we should do everything thing in our power to get the upper hand.

I don't know how I feel on the subject of Voldemort or the war at the moment, I'm stuck in this rut of indifference and it won't go away. I rarely get excited anymore, the fact of the matter is not why I'm "in the downy dumps" as Hermione says but that there's nothing to get excited about. I know I'm not depressed: I have every right to be but I'm not.

Something about Dumbledore's death took something away from, life wasn't fair. It took so many great people away from me; just as everything in my life was beginning to get good it always turned sour! After I found out I had a godfather and may be living with him: the only proof of my godfather's innocence escaped. When I thought for once I was going to have a peaceful year at school something messes that up.

At least I won't have to worry about that this year—though the thought of never seeing Hogwarts again brings sadness to my senses. It'll be for the better, every cloud has a sliver lining, I got to stop listening to Hermione.

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Harry looked to the left of him and say Hermione working on her Flex Felicis and Ron sitting next to her; preferring to stay by Hermione's side rather than ruin the effort by doing something disastrous to the potion. He turned back to his potion and stared in horror, he missed a count. Was he on two or three?

He turned his large eyes over to Hermione; head down, hair everywhere, muttering under her breath, then back to his potion. He did that a few more times and debated with himself.

Tell her!

She'll die!

Maybe she can save it…

Do you have a death wish?

I can't d—never mind. Just do it, stupid.

I don't know.

Have I ever led you astray?

Well—

After all I've done for you: helping you out with getting Ginny, pushing you to study, giving you the nerve to ask Cho Chang to the Ball, damn it! Listen to me!

"What—bloody hell!" Harry screamed. Hermione, loosing her concentration, looked up in fright and spilt some of her potion. She cursed colorfully and glared at Harry, crossed her arms and began to tap her foot in annoyance; Harry grinned sheepishly.

"What!" Hermione shrieked in frustration.

"Umm—I messed up, I lost count," Harry said, rubbing the back of his neck.

"How long ago was that?" Harry looked everywhere but Hermione: Ron, the large clock in the Black Home to Ginny (she greeted him with a shake of her head).

"About two minutes ago—I love you!" Harry yelled the last part out and opened his arms to hug Hermione; she began to back away.

"Six months, Harry! It takes six months to make this potion; we are now a month behind, on both potions! Congratulations!" she walked over to Harry's enlarged cauldron and pushed the now brown substance on the floor; it spread to the floor and stuck to their shoes. Hermione walked up the stairs and into the room she shared with Ginny.

She took that rather well.

Ah, shut the fuck up.

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AN: chapter is over! Sorry this took so long; even as I type this I'm sleepy. School takes a lot out of me so everyday I'm really tired but I try to write at least one or two sentences a day. Last chapter was really weird; Fan fiction didn't put the lines where I wanted them. It annoyed me. As you know this is Harry and Cho's point of view and that's how I want to keep it, for now at least.

Key points in the story: if I told you I'd take the fun out of it.

The last line "Ah, shut the fuck up." Is a favorite line me and my friend Sarah like to say so I thought I'd put that in there.

Harry is talking to himself, inside his head, something I do all the time. Tell me what you think. Thanks to everyone who reviewed last chapter! There's a special huggle for you in my heart.