And It Shall Come

Chapter 5

You're so Hypnotic on My Heart

After Harry goes into the bathroom I am at a loss at what to do. So I leave my room and go into the kitchen to make a sandwich. I sit on the island in the kitchen and watched my door as I take bites out of my chicken sandwich. After about twenty minutes Harry comes out wearing my bathrobe. I put my sandwich down and smiled at him.

"I'm sorry, but it was all I could find in there." He says as he rubbed the back of his neck.

"No worries. I'll-um- find you something."

I run my fingers through my hair and hop down the counter, I go into my bedroom and rummage my drawers and try to find something for him. A minute later I go back to him and hand him a plain T-Shirt and a pair of boxers. Harry pauses for a moment and he looks pained.

"Harry, are you okay?"

"I should go." And he's turning to leave and I hurry to block his exit.

"What's wrong? I don't understand what's happening!" I'm so startled at how upset I am feeling.

"It's just I come back and you've got some other guys boxers at your place and you're trying to give them to me. It just makes me wonder who the hell he is. I haven't been able to stop thinking about you—and, and—you've got some other guys—it's like Michael Corner all over again! You went out with him like a week after we'd broken up! Is this what you normally do? Bloody hell, why would you give me some bloke's—" he stopped as I shoved him really hard.

"Bugger off, Harry! Like damn!" I am so flustered I choke up; I hate that my voice is quivering.

"First of all, you show up bloody and bruised after months of no contact and you're upset with me? You have no right! Second of all, what was I supposed to do? Wait around for a guy that doesn't write, doesn't call, and –oh yeah! Don't you have a girlfriend?—No! I'm not done. Third, you broke up with me! I was sixteen and hurt. And you moved on, too! So don't give me shit for it! And lastly, those boxers: I bought them to sleep in because they feel nice against my skin. So, once again, Harry, screw you." I made my way the counter to finish my sandwich.

"Cho, I'm such a—"

"—Asshole?"

"Completely, I was just—I don't have a girlfriend…I'm sorry," He comes to stand across the counter from me.

"I know I haven't always acted my age but—I—I—" and I started to cry. I wanted to say that I loved him and that I had been waiting for him, just passing the time with inconsequential things; that I had been saving myself for him for what feels like ever. His hand grasps mine across the counter and I made my way around to him. And for a moment I was tired of reaching out to him; he was always so clueless about how things like this worked, especially back in Hogwarts. But all I wanted was to know he cared, for him to reach out to me and show me.

"Harry, where have you been?" I meant it in everyway a person can imagine. He was silent until he realized I wasn't going to give up.

"I've been on the run with Hermione and Ron for months. A few days ago we got caught by some snatchers. We got separated for a few days; I escaped a few hours ago and here I am." He wasn't looking at me properly so I figured there was more he wasn't telling me.

"Do you have any idea where Ron or Hermione are?"

"All the snatchers realized who I was and I told them to escape but I just don't know where they could be! I mean my house has been invaded by Death Eaters so they can't go there, and the Weasley home was invaded at Bill and Fleur's wedding so the whole family moved somewhere but I don't know where." And he sat on the couch with his head in his hands.

"Why don't you get some sleep, Harry" I started to make my way to my bedroom.

"Cho…" his voice was sad

"Yes, Harry?" I stop and turn to face him. He looks lost.

"I really am sorry," and I nodded.

"I'll see you in the morning, ok?" after he nodded I went to bed. A part of me vaguely wondered if he would still be there when I woke up.

He was. I came out of my room the next morning dressed and ready to face Harry, or an empty house; either one. But he was in the kitchen cooking, when I poked my head in to check, I couldn't help but smile. From what I could smell and see he had already fried eggs and was cooking bacon.

"Morning," I said as I sit on a stool of the island. Harry looks up briefly and mumbles a hello. I pause for a moment.

"I was thinking," I said to break the silence.

"Uh, about what?" he asks as he plates the food.

"My mother and father combined know almost everyone and everything," I pause here as I make my way to the refrigerator to get juice.

"My father works in the Ministry so if the Weasley's have other family members who own property the ministry will have to have it on record. My father says a lot of people are being watch so we'll have to be careful about how we go about this but I'm sure we can get to your friends that way. Unless they went off the map, which we can't even think about right now." I make my way over with two cups of juice.

"That's a good lead, but they probably have a charm on the place, they probably have a secret keeper and everything. What then?" he asks as he begins to forks eggs into his mouth.

"We'll deal with it. Even if we can't see them they can see us, right? I'll call my parents and it should take a day or two but until then you can stay in my house and lay low." I look up at him and he looking into my eyes, he was sad.

"Harry…"

"I—I'll be out of your hair soon" he says sadly. He starts playing with his glasses as if he needs to keep busy.

"Oh, Harry. Can't you see?" I hop off the stool and head to the living room and drop into the cushions. He had to know how I felt by now! Moments later he sits next to me and I felt sixteen again, sitting, wishing, hoping he would notice me, kiss me, anything. And his hand made its way around my nape while his other hand rested on my side. His thumb is stroking my neck, my chin, my ear. He leaned in while my lashes slid shut.

And it was what I'd been wanting for months! As his lips kissed my face, my ears, and then my lips, I felt the heat on my skin. When his lips rested against mine I finally kissed him back, and felt the heat of our tongues coming together. Hot and sweet, and exactly what I wanted, I was shaking with pleasure.

We separated for a moment and I looked into his eyes as we both took mouthfuls of air. His eyes were locked into mine; his pupils were dilated, and they seemed brighter than I'd ever seen them. I was still breathing hard.

"I love you," and I couldn't help the little intake of breath that came after, and then I started choking. He just sits there as I bury my face into the back of the couch, trying to muffle the sounds, or suffocate, I can't tell. The words had been building up in my head; they started out low but grew louder with time until it just slipped out. I finally stop what I was doing but I can't find the strength to look Harry in the face.

"Cho…" what have I done?

"I really like you…it's just, to be honest I don't really know what love is." My head jerks up and I see that he's having a hard time. I wait.

"I mean, no one has ever loved me, not that I can remember really. I mean there was Sirius and my parents and I'm sure Lupin cares about me but I've never had a lot of affection as a child and—and, I'm mucking this up." He puts his hands over his face and sighs in frustration. I really just never wanted to discuss this moment ever. A part of me understood what he was saying; how could he know what love was when he's only had glimpses of what it is like but on the other hand it would have been lovely if he had said it back…

"I get it, Harry…Lets just forget it, okay?" I got up before he could say anything. I went to my bedroom to grab my phone and call my parents.

AN: Long time no see? This is just a little something. I know this is one of my stories with the least following but it spoke to me after so long. I'll be trying to update my other ones soon so don't forget about me, kay?

Rae : )

Thursday January 6, 2011