[New] A/N: This is an old story from an older account that I'm just trying to review and revive. I don't plan on changing the plot -just some grammar issues. It was one of my first fanfics. Btw, I plan on shipping the same couple in my next story as in this one. ;D

[Old] A/N: I'm sorry my story is a bit on the crappy side. But I promise it'll get better as the story progresses. I don't know if I should continue it to be a Draco/Cho fiction, or a My Character/Cho fiction. All in all I hope you enjoy this chapter.

Disclaimer: All credit, but my Zanjoe character and this silly plot, goes to J.K. Rowling.

Sleep-2

Zanjoe's P.O.V

It feels weird being 17 and being unfamiliar to this school. Probably other students my age know every nook and cranny in this school. We're following a fourth year to our commonroom. I'm supposed to know more than him. I'm a sixth year. I hope nobody notices my incompetence in finding my way around.

"We're near the commonroom, just one more flight of stairs." Called the blonde fourth year leading us.

We all climbed up the stairs. Then everybody stopped. The stairs began to shift. I held onto the side as well as the first years. I felt stupid. Still we continued up the stairs and we stood before a large portrait of a transparent lady with its back turned.

"Is she a ghost?" I thought to myself.

"Dearest Grey Lady?" the blond fourth year began.

"Yes?" the Grey Lady turned. "Password?" I gasped. So did the first years. I felt even more stupid.

"Rowena Ravenclaw," answered the fourth year.

"Alright, come on in." the frame opened as if it were some kind of door.

"Follow me," called the fourth year.

In a single file, we entered the Ravenclaw commonroom. A sweet pine scent lingered in the air. It was probably from the wood floor. The room was somewhat small, maybe the size of a normal living room. There were stairs opposite from the way we came in, possibly leading up to a dormitory, and beneath the flight of stairs was another door. Then in one corner of the room was a door and on the other corner -another There were portraits between the two doors. One was of a girl with a blue bow in her hair, probably my age, and the other was of the blonde fourth year. There was a fireplace between the two portraits. It was surrounded by a couch and a couple of armchairs. Opposite that, were bookshelves filled with books, magazines, photo albums, and old issues of the Daily Prophet. On the ground were four bean bag chairs on top of a shaggy dark blue rug. Two black and two blue. In the corners of that side of the room were trophies. For Ravenclaw as a house, and individual students.

"Gather 'round, gather 'round!" exclaimed the blonde fourth year, "I'm Stephen Cornfoot, a fourth year, and this year's Ravenclaw Head Boy. The other head for Ravenclaw is Sye Li. She's a sixth year."

He was then joined by a tall Asian girl Nearly as tall as me. That's unusual because I'm 5'9. But what does it matter, probably won't get into any trouble with those Head people.

"The girl's bathroom is the door next to my portrait." explained Sye. So the portrait with the girl with the bow was Sye.

"And the boy's is next to my portrait," continued Stephen. "The girls' dormitory is up the stairs. And the boys- under."

"By the way, if any boys try to get into the girls dormitory, there are spells in the room to teleport you to your dormitory. Just a warning." added Sye. "Well, curfew out of the commonroom is ten at night."

"Other than that, you're free." as Stephen finished the Ravenclaws walked here and there. I went to the dormitory, and found my stuff near a bed.

I sat on the bed for a long time. Then I lay down. It was comfortable. Lots of other boys passed by. After another half hour or so, I changed into a beater and blue boxers: my usual jammies. Again I lay on the bed with my eyes wide open. I had no idea how many hours passed until I sat up and examined the room. It was pitch black, except for occasional lightning sparks from the outside brightening the room. All the other boys were sleeping and snoring, or it seemed like it. For some reason, I just couldn't rest my weary body. I was tired, but I couldn't sleep. I rose from my bed and managed to find my robe. I searched for the exit and managed to find my way out. As I walked out of the dormitory, I put on the robe. It seemed rude to be about in boxers, even if nobody was awake.

Brightness blinded me as I entered the light. Luckily, my eyes adjusted quickly. I then walked to the fireplace and sat on the couch. Surprisingly, the fireplace's low flame was constant. I liked it. It was warmer here than in the bed under millions of sheets. I stared at the flames as they leaped and danced. Rustling of papers caught my attention. I turned and saw someone behind a recent issue of the Daily Prophet. The person was reading it intently, but I wanted to know who it was.

I coughed. The person didn't respond. I coughed a bit louder. The person gasped and slowly the newspaper descended. A beautiful Asian girl revealed her face. She had silky black hair, mesmerizing brown eyes, and a smile that seemed to never fade.

"Uh….hi," her voice resembled an angel's.

I stood up, "I- I- I'm sorry. I thought I was alone."

She stood up as well, "S-sorry I didn't mean to."

I approached her, which I supposedly shouldn't have done. "Would you like to join me by the fire?"

"I don't know. It's pretty late and class is early tomorrow." She placed the newspaper back on the shelf, and headed for the stairs.

I sighed quickly and said, "I'm Zanjoe, by the way. Zanjoe Rodriguez."

She looked down with those narrow slanted deep brown eyes, "" I'm Cho. Cho Chang."

"I-I'd really enjoy your company," I stuttered. "Even if it's just a little while…"

She seemed like she hesitated for a moment, but decided to walk back down the stairs. I guess her answer was yes. We both sat on the couch. It was quiet as we both gazed into the fireplace. Maybe this is why I couldn't go to sleep. Fate wanted me to meet her. She is worth giving up rest, just to meet. I glanced at her, and then back to the fire. Her eyes glistened as she looked into the fire. She was so beautiful.

"I think it's warmer here than in the dormitory." I felt so stupid after I said that.

She giggled, "Me, too."

I chuckled, "Really? I mean, I'm under a billion of sheets in there, but I'm still bloody freezing."

"I feel the same way. I was going to sit by the fire after I finished reading the newspaper."

"Oh, did I mess up your plan?"

"No, uh-I think you made it a little better."

"A little," I thought to myself, "At least it was little."

Her company made happier than I ever had been in months. Years even.

"I kind of knew your name. Before you told me." She broke the silence.

"Really? How?" I wondered.

"In the Great Hall-"

"Oh yeah," my cheeks began to hear. "Pretty bad first impression, eh?"

"Well you did make quite an impression down there."

"Yeah," I sighed.

She put her hand on my shoulder, "Just don't think about what other people say. As for me, I think you're going to be like Harry Potter."

"The boy-who-lived?"

"Yeah, he made quite a commotion when he first came to Hogwarts."

"I hope I don't cause as much trouble as they say he is."

Cho and I laughed. Then she yawned. She passed it to me.

"I guess I'll be going. I don't' want to be too tired to be in class." She said.

I stood up, "Yeah. Me, too.

I walked her to the stairs. I wanted to walk her to the door, but I remember the 'warning.' So I said goodbye as she climbed the stairs.

"Good-night" she looked down at me again.

"Yeah, good-night," I kind of felt sad that the day was over, but I was happy that I met Cho Chang.

She continued to climb, then at the top of the stairs she turned to me. "If-if ever you need help or even just friend every once a while, you know. Uh, you can talk to me."

I chuckled, "Thanks. I will, promise."

Finally I heard the door close, and I also went to my dormitory. After twisting and turning in bed for a few times, I found rest, as well as a friend.

[Old] A/N: So what did you think? Was it cute as a Cho/Zanjoe fanfic? Or should I change it to a Cho/Draco fic? It's somewhat your choice! Please review and tell me what you think! I wanted to write this really romantic chapter, but I'm not sure with who: Zanjoe or Draco! So please give me your advices. I mean- Zanjoe seems like a nice guy, right? But Draco (according to some fanfic I read) seems to understand Cho unlike any others! So yeah. I kinda wanted to know my fan's thoughts on the subject! And continue reading. Please Review.