The man stood on the roof top. He straightened his overcoat and smoothed down his hair. Tonight was the night. Tonight he would reclaim his Love.
Harry was lucky. He found Cho easily in the hallway. He noticed she was surrounded by her usual gaggle of giggling girls, but was now alone. She looked much different then the happy girl he'd remembered having a crush on so long ago. She dressed in all black from her over sized sweater to her leggings to her combat boots and when Harry said hello she barely noticed.
Dear Diary,
Today when I was walking down the hall who should stop to talk to me but Harry Potter! Can you believe it? At first I thought I'd mistaken him saying "hello" but then he called it again and I turned around and there he was looking all scrumptious just like I remembered him! (hearts) But anyways that's not the point- so he said that he missed me and had been thinking about us a lot and that he'd like if we could be friends again. So I said that yes I would like that and he smiled and can you believe it gave me a hug! And oh diary I know this all sounds so great but I just don't know what to do. Would Cedric be angry if I moved on or do you think he'd want me to be happy? I don't even know if I'm sure I WANT to move on. I really like Harry and all but… what if I'm just fooling myself into thinking that?
Harry+ChoLUV
Harry walked from Cho feeling confident he'd made a good impression. Maybe Cho Chang wasn't the girl, or boy, of his dreams, but she had always liked him and there was no use in just sitting around and waiting for something to happen with Malfoy. He rounded the corner, anxious to make it back to bed and knocked into someone. They fell to the ground and Harry's insides froze instantly. Draco Malfoy had just left the prefect's bathroom and was wearing only a towel around his waist and from this precise angle Harry could see everything. Embarrassed they both stood up quickly and muttered "Sorry" blushing. Later that evening Harry milled over the moment in his mind and noticed something unusual. Why didn't he get angry with me? In fact, Draco had seemed just as embarrassed about the whole situation as he had.
The man paused on the edge of the Forbidden Forest. He stared up at the window where he believes his Love to be sleeping. A light flickered distantly in it. Magically he rose towards the window and peaked inside just as he'd done that one night that seemed like ages ago. Tapping the glass with his wand it opened noiselessly and he slid into the room. The strange man knelt down next to the bed and resisted the urge to touch his Love's face. He rested a hand gently on the pillow next to it instead and whispered ever so quietly so no one else would hear, "Harry Potter."