[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: Marietta's worried! I mean Cho's going a-wall! She won't get out of bed and getting more depressed every day! Hey I would be too if my best friend was like that! Lolz. Hope you enjoy it. Thanks for these two continuous reviewers:

Cutechic767-

ReAdInGgIrL101- It's great that you loved my past chapter! I hope you update your story…..And I also hope you read my original fic, which will soon be posted on FictionPress after I finish this story!

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

Recovery

Marietta's P.O.V.

"She hasn't gotten out of bed yet, Zanjoe." I said worriedly.

"Are you serious?" Zanjoe exclaimed. "It's nearly lunchtime. Did she get up yesterday?"

"No, but she did go to the bathroom twice." I tugged his arm. "Zanjoe, if she doesn't get up she'll miss her Algebra II exam."

"Wake her up, then. I can't go into the girl's room."

I lifted my shirt slightly revealing a brown and blue blotch on my hip. "That's what I got for trying to wake her up yesterday."

"Oh." He sighed.

"Too bad you can't go into our dormitory."

Then he began to walk up the stairs to the girl's dormitory.

"What are you doing?" I followed him. "You'll get hexed if you go in there!"

"But I won't step 'foot' in your dorm." He opened the door and said, "Acsendio."

He was lifted into mid-air. Then he led himself towards Cho's bed. He dropped himself on her.

"Ahh!" Cho shrieked. "What the hell!"

"Cho! Great! You're Awake!" Zanjoe's voice dripped with sarcasm.

"What the bloody hell are you doing in here? On my bed? How did you get into the dormitory?"

"Creative thinking. I really didn't step foot into the dormitory, per say. So, get up and let's get you to your Algebra class."

"I don't care if I miss it." She pulled the covers over her head.

Zanjoe pulled them off. She groaned. He picked her up. She struggled.

"Marietta, can you fly me over there?" I called.

I lifted my wand and said, "Ascendio."

Cho continued to struggle, "Leave me alone."

"Cho, you need to get ready. If you don't take these exams you'll stay in 6th year." Zanjoe placed her down. She sank to the floor.

"I don't give a damn about school."

"Cho!" I cried, "Draco cares."

"I don't," she replied, and returned to her dorm. She took a pair of her clothes and robes, and headed to the bathroom. Zanjoe and I sat on the couch waiting for Cho. When she finally got out, we only had a couple of minutes to get to class. Cho insisted that we shouldn't hurry. Zanjoe differed. He, once again, picked up Cho and placed her over his shoulder. He began to run. I followed close behind. I watched Cho struggle with no success. When we arrived at Cho's class, Zanjoe placed her on her feet. Zanjoe and her entered the classroom. I stayed in the doorway. The professor had already begun attendance.

"Ah, Ms. Chang?"

"Professor," Zanjoe raised his hand, "she's present."

Cho glared at him. He smiled back. As she took her seat, Zanjoe and I left the classroom.

"Do you think she'll pass?" I said slightly above a whisper.

"She'll pass." He smiled at me, "She's Cho Chang, if you don't remember."

I smiled. I knew I'd never get him, but this was close enough. Friends.

By the end of the day, Cho was herself. I was happy to see my best friend as herself again. It's been a few days that she's been depressed. She refused to do homework, eat in the Hall, or even in the common-room, and she refused to go to class. Thanks to Zanjoe, she's had a very quick recovery. Her gorgeous smile came back.

"Marietta, are you okay?" she waved a hand in front of me. "You seemed dazed."

"No, it's just I'm happy that you're back." I smiled at her.

"Oh, we'll thank Zanjoe for that." She patted his shoulder.

"It's okay. No thanks necessary." He took a bite from his chicken leg.

Cho and I giggled. Then I saw her eyes drift off. I turned to where she was looking and found Draco at the end of her stare. He was oblivious to her situation, or so it seemed. I wonder if he's still in love with Cho, as she is in him.

[Old] A/N: Alas, love, I knew them well…Well this is the semi-final chapter. I hope you liked my story, as much I liked writing it for you guys. I'm sorry if it's another short chapter, but I need to get 'to the point' if I'm going to finish this story! I don't want to rant, unwanted-ly. Well I hope you like the next chapter. I think it'll be the final chapter.

[New] A/N: I don't think I spell checked/grammar checked the last chapter. If so, I'm so sorry. :\ But… I hoped you enjoyed the semi-final chapter. As well as the next final chapter. I also wanted to point out now that this story is wrapping up, I hope you scurry over to my other HP fiction 'Like Father, Like Son'. If you enjoyed this one, you'll definitely love that one. If you didn't enjoy this one –because of its immature scenes, you'll enjoy the other one, because I promise you it's so mature that… they don't need to get their ID's checked. Haha… that was corny. Anyway, thank you for the support and I hope I can continue to please your fiction senses. :)