Chapter 23: A Confession/ Don't Insult Quidditch

"Before you say anything," Harry rushed in before Ron had a chance to speak, "there's something that I have to tell you now that Cecily's go-"

Cecily then entered the bedroom.

"Sorry… forgot my coat," she said sheepishly as she grabbed her coat from the bed.

"See you guys later," she added as she ran out of the room and shut the door behind her.

"Now, what were you saying?" Ron asked.

"I got a phone call last week," Harry began.

"Uh huh…," Ron interrupted.

"It was from Cho...," Harry finished.

"You're kidding!" Ron exclaimed, "What did she call for?"

"Ron…," Harry began quietly, "Listen to me. Cho-Chang poisoned Cecily."

"WHAT!" Ron shouted.

"Cho Chang but poison in Cil's drink the night that we went to the Three Broomsticks," Harry explained.

"Ron…,"Harry continued, "Cho Chang could've, and wanted to, kill Cil' that night."

There was silence in which Ron was trying to sort out the information he was being told.

"Did you tell her?" Ron asked out of nowhere.

"No!" Harry answered rather loudly, "I don't want Cecily having to look over her shoulder every time she sets foot out of the house like she used to. She already had to do it with Vol..." Harry paused.

"With You-Know-Who and she doesn't need to do that for Cho," Harry finished.

"You're right," said Ron.

3 Hours Later:

Cecily crept into bed next to Harry, who appeared to be sleeping. She quickly kissed Harry on the cheek. Without giving Cecily time to react, Harry kissed her back embrasively on her soft, tender lips. Harry hastily threw himself over Cecily's body as he deepened their kiss.

"Harry…," Cecily breathed when they pulled away.

"Shh…," Harry said as he put his finger on her lips, "don't speak, just go along with it." Cecily smiled, nodded and began to undress underneath Harry.

The very next morning, Cecily awoke to a warm bath. She enjoyed the hot water around her bare body. It soother her so. After she was done, she draped a towel over her, took five steps to the guest room, and picked out her clothes for the say. In a matter of minutes, she was dressed.

On her way out, she found a note from Harry saying that he had gone to play Quidditch with Ron. Harry loved Quidditch, even as a grown man. It was a hobby that he would never give up.

Cecily smiled, set the note back on the might stand, and made her way to the kitchen. When she entered, she saw Hermione who was trying to crack an egg.

"Need some help there 'Mione?" Cecily laughed.

"Thanks, that would save me from starving," Hermione answered as she threw away the brutalized egg.

Hermione sat down and watched in awe as Cecily took out two brand new eggs from the refrigerator and cracked them with ease.

"How did you learn to do that?" Hermione asked, apparently dumbstruck.

"It's not exactly brain surgery," Cecily sarcastically answered.

Hermione smiled. She was never really good at cooking.

As Cecily turned on the stove and let the eggs cook, she told Hermione about the letter that Harry had left her.

"They'll never give up will they?" Hermione commented.

"Hey, don't insult Quidditch," Cecily playfully snapped, "just because you never played."

Hermione laughed softly. This was true. Harry, Ron, and Cecily had all played Quidditch. Only she had not.

As soon as the eggs were ready. Hermione volunteered to get two plates out of the cupboard.

After that, Cecily put 2 pieces of toast in the toaster. And about to minutes later, they had breakfast.