Disclaimer: I don't own HP. I just want to say that I am very thankful for all the people who read my story. Every time I get an email saying that another person added my story to their favorites, I want to write even more! This is the first time I've ever had strangers read my writing, let alone like it! Anyway, I put in a lot of thought in this one, although it may not seem like it. I had to make a lot of decisions about the plot. I hope you guys like it! Feel free to review and ask questions or make suggestions! Thanks!
Cho shook with fear as she stepped into the hallway. They were mostly empty, but she was still afraid. What if she saw Harry? She had cried in her dorm until about eleven o' clock when she finally had to stop because people came back to sleep. She had to be strong. But that was the problem, what if she did see Harry? She was afraid he would ignore her as usual, or worse, look at her. She knew it might sound silly to some people, but she was scared that if he looked at her, she'd break down. She was ignoring reality, just putting it on hold, until she was alone. She was having trouble now, just thinking about him!
Cho walked down the halls as quietly as possible. She was much too aware that her shoes clicked loudly on the floor. Harry wouldn't be able to tell it was her by that right? No, she was actually hoping that he could. As if. He obviously hated her, so why would he remember what her shoes sounded like? It was silly. Besides, if he somehow remembered that it would be so he could avoid her.
But she was wrong. Later that day, when Cho had covered her fear and gone to the festival, she saw him. Except this time he didn't look away. He had been staring at her. And he didn't look away when she met his eyes. Her hand trembled a bit. Why wasn't he looking away? It-it had always been that way, ever since they broke up. As much as she wanted to heal things between her and Harry, it was hard to think of it being that way.
. She was on the opposite side of the throng, next to candy cart.
"Excuse me, are you going to get something?" said a voice behind her. She was too paralyzed to turn around. He started to walk towards her. He pushed through the crowd, but after about a minute he hadn't even made it halfway across. She caught her breath. He was coming. Should she stay? But it didn't matter. She instinctively started to run away. She tried to blend into the crowd. But it was hard. In an attempt to look like she hadn't just cried, that morning she had put her long black hair in a fancy bun on top of her head. That she might have been able to hide, but she couldn't hide the large fiery red feather protruding from that bun. She tried to yank it out but it was stuck. She looked over her shoulder and saw Harry close behind. There was no way she could blend in. She'd have to hide. On her left she noticed a 'haunted house'. No people were lined up for that, considering the war just ended, so she rushed in. It was dark, and she tried to feel around. She felt a….a face?
"I'd appreciate it if you'd stop touching my face." said an irritated voice. Michael Corner stepped out from the shadows.