I do apologize for the exceedingly short chapters. They get longer as the story progresses, honest I would combine this and chapter two, but that takes a lot of effort-- the whole business of changing things and exporting about a million chapters is not a very fun concept. So for now, think of this and the next chapter as one. Just to make it seem longer, because this barely counts for a chapter. Reviews. What a wonderful word. Almost orgasmic, if you ask me. Not really. Just write one. Or two. Or a billion. Thank you very much.

-liannimation

Ch. 1: Toilets and a Heartbeat

It was the day of her Quidditch game against Slytherin, and Cho was vomiting profusely. Her friend, Amita, missed breakfast in order to hold back Cho's hair for more than a half an hour. She was green and it was very unpleasant.

"Jesus, you're screwed," Amita stated with raised eyebrows. "You think you feel well enough play?"
Cho thought the question superfluous and chose not to answer.

"You think Davies'll let you sit out?" Roger Davies was the Ravenclaw team captain and was insane, just like all the other Quidditch captains.

"No," she frowned. "He'd have a conniption, after all." She had to play. It was raining. Hard. She sighed.

Cho threw on her uniform and pulled her hair back. She was striking-- eyes big, hair long. She had a slim build—not unusual, and a lovely smile. However, this morning she was not looking, or feeling so attractive. She stumbled out of her dorm and made her way through the Great Hall toward the Quidditch pitch.

On her way through the mass of people going the opposite direction, she bumped into someone. Someone, fortunately, with very taut muscles. Worn out from her previous episode with the toilet, she fell down. Shit, who the hell made me fall down? A smooth, drawling voice above her answered that question.

"Watch where you're going, Chang," It was the Slytherin prince, Draco Malfoy. Just what she needed at the moment: bumping into the biggest asshole at Hogwarts.

"You ran into me," Cho said, flustered.

"No I didn't," Malfoy said with a slight smirk, "You're just clumsy, Chang," saying Chang with a rather droll tone in his voice. He held out his hand. Cho was startled; she didn't expect someone like Draco Malfoy to be this courteous, especially to someone outside of his House. He was wearing his green Quidditch robes, which, Cho noted, hung favorably.

She grabbed his hand and he pulled her up. She felt a bit better to be standing level to her offender.

"Ready to lose?" He said, smirking again.

Cho tried to retain her calmness. Malfoy was an ass, but he emanated intellect and suaveness nonetheless.

"You wish, Malfoy."

He ignored this remark. "Wow, you look terrible, Chang."

"You're an asshole, Malfoy," she said heaving a weary sigh and looking at her watch.

Malfoy raised his eyebrows slightly, and turned around. As he walked, he looked back and winked.

"Don't be late," he called.

She was used to guys hitting on her.