Gasp! The plot thickens further. In one of the next chapters, the rest of the gang will return, and one of them will not warm to Cho as Harry hoped.

Chapter Three

For the next week, Harry & Cho were practically inseparable.

Harry realized how quickly he was getting over the death of his godfather, and how much it was due to her. Maybe that was the reason he continued to seek her out everyday- because he wanted to get back on track, and she was helping him. However, by the ninth day, he was sure that he was once again falling in love with her, and he was pretty sure she was falling for him, too.

On their eleventh day, not ready to split up go to their separate houses, Harry whispered, "Why don't you come in?"

"What?" Cho asked, looking curiously at him, "It's like the biggest unspoken rule that members from one house must not go into the house of another."

"I know," Harry sighed, "But it's not like anybody else is here. What's the point of us going to these separate places, to sit alone for the rest of the night and then get in bed, in an empty room, and just…I just don't want the night to be over yet, and I'd like to go somewhere…private."

Cho smiled, "Fine, open the door."

"Lucrocious Undimy," Harry whispered, not taking his eyes off of Cho. Cho followed Harry inside and the picture frame shut behind them. "This is the Gryffindor common room."

"I guessed that, yes," Cho said, looking around. "I think ours is smaller."

"There supposed to all be the same. So it's fair."

"So," Cho changed the subject, "Where's your room?"

Harry raised an eyebrow, "Upstairs."

"Show me," Cho said, already heading for the staircase. Harry slid in front of her.

"Wait, let me, uh, just clean it up a bit," he laughed nervously and ran up the winding stair case. He unwrinkled his bed comforter, kicked his things under the bed, and quickly lit a few candles with his wand. He took a few deep breaths, and then called for Cho to come up.

"Wow," she smiled, "Tidy."

"Thanks," Harry said, his chest swelling up with butterflies.

"Which is your bed?" Cho asked. Harry pointed. Cho sat down at the edge, and patted the empty space next to her. Harry took another deep breath and sat down next to her.

"You seem nervous," she observed, "What exactly were you hoping would happen up here?"

"What?" Harry acted as innocent as he could.

"Candles, tidying up before I could see it, all that long hard breathing. Were you expecting that I'd come up here, see your bed and just throwing you on top of it and have my way with you?" Cho grinned, as Harry blushed red.

"Cho, that wasn't the reason I brought you here, honest, but then you wanted to see my bed and you-" Harry stopped as Cho placed a finger to his lips.

"Shut up, Potter," she said. She kissed him then and whispered. "Be careful what you wish for." She raised her arms in the air, and nodded to her shirt. Harry, hands shaking, pulled the shirt over her head and set it on the other side of the bed. A bit mockingly, he raised his own arms, and Cho proceeded to remove his shirt. She kissed him again. She stood up, bringing him to his feet with her, not leaving his lips. She unbuttoned her jeans, and slipped them off, dropping them on the floor. Harry did much the same. Cho unclasped her bra and dropped it beside her pants. Harry tried his best to be polite and not stare, until Cho took his hands and laid them around her breasts, in which he then decided to look.

Harry removed his hands, to take off his boxers, and then Cho finally disposed of the last peace of clothing on her body. She kissed Harry, again, and they in unison, dropped to the bed, kissing more furiously.

"You ready to get lucky?" Cho asked.

"I never dreamed I'd get this lucky," Harry whispered.

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And I know he's gotten over it fast, but I explain that "it's unexplainable" and that he just isn't sad anymore, due to Chang.