Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

Author's Note: IMPORTANT : This is Harry's Pov. from the morning after he was trapped in a room with Cho up to when he crashes into Cho and Michael. I considered doing Michael's pov. From the end of the last chapter, but Harry's thoughts and actions during this time is very important, so the only way to do that was to go back. I hope it's ok. Thanks for reading.

After Harry had…talked….to Cho, he went to sleep. The next morning when he woke up he didn't feel like going anywhere. But he wasn't going to show that he was upset, so he dragged himself out of bed and looked at the clock. It was about ten A.M., and although it was early mostly everyone would be at the festival already. He threw on a blue and white striped button down shirt and some jeans he found under his bed.

While he was considering whether it was even worth trying to comb his hair, he heard a knock on the door. His heart nearly stopped. What if it were Cho again? He almost didn't open the door but then he heard a voice calling for him to come out. It was Ginny's. He almost smacked himself in the head. Of course it was Ginny, Cho couldn't get in, and Ron was gone so he knew Hermione wasn't helping her and Ginny had told him yesterday she would meet him at his dorm to go to the festival.

He turned the doorknob and the door slowly swung open. There was Ginny, her orange hair parted perfectly, capris that barely passed her knees, a white poofy shirt and a sleeveless jean vest over it. She smiled at him and even after everything that happened to him last night, Harry couldn't help smiling too. She took hold of his hand and pulled him down the stairs. She seemed really excited.

"It's such a nice day out you wouldn't believe it! I was looking forward to this so much last night I could barely sleep!" When they finally got to the bottom of the staircase she turned around to look at him. Her smile faded a little.

"You seem a little tired. Are you ok?" Worry coated her words. Was he ok? No. He sighed deeply and looked at her. Should he ruin this? He wasn't sure what she would think of him being in the same room alone with Cho. She never seemed to like Cho much. And she was so happy, it didn't seem right to tell her. But he had to eventually, so he probably should now.

Just as he opened his mouth to speak, he saw Hermione and Ron coming towards them. Hermione seemed to sense what he was about to say and shook her head no. Ginny was waiting, so he had to say something.

"I'm…fine. Maybe I stayed a little later than I should have too, thinking about today." He smiled. It wasn't a total lie. He had been thinking about today, just, more worrying than looking forward. Hermione was sitting on the couch, still looking at them. He needed to talk to her.

"Um, Ginny, I think I left my…comb back at my dorm. I'll go get it, and you go save us a seat on a…bench…or something…" Ginny looked suspicious but said yes. He understood why she doubted that. Most people didn't even think he owned a comb, let alone used it. After Ginny disappeared he started towards the couch. As if Ron knew what was coming, he got up from the couch, leaving Hermione by herself.

Harry sat down next to her and looked around. No one else was left in the room, because they were probably all at the festival. So, that meant no one could hear them talking. Good.

"What were you thinking? I was talking to Ron, he disappears, and Cho took his place!" he yelled. Hermione flinched, but looked sternly back at him.

"Well, you obviously didn't resolve your issues with her. She could barely stand when I took her back to her dorm! You really are terrible with girls, Harry. I'm surprised Ginny can handle you!" Handle him? Harry started to get angrier.

"Look, I'm not talking to you about whether I do terrible with girls or not, I'm just telling you to stay out of my problems. If I wanted your help I would have asked for it!" Harry growled.

"First of all, I will interfere with your problems whenever I want, and second of all, whether you want my help or not, Cho does, even if she won't admit it. So this has officially become my problem!" Hermione stood up and started out. Right before she left, she looked over her shoulder tom say one more thing.

"Normally I'd tell you to always tell Ginny about your problems, but I think you should keep this one secret for as long as you can. At least till it's resolved." Then she walked out, Ron following her out.

Ginny was probably wondering why he was taking so long so he rushed towards the festival. He scanned the crowds and saw her sitting on a bench near a magic show. She waved him over. He rushed through the crowds and sat down, smiling at her.

"It's really loud!" She laughed. "Did you get your comb?" He had forgotten the comb!

"Well…I…didn't want to be away from you for to long and I…couldn't find it so I…just figured I could do without it." He held his breath and hoped Ginny would believe him. The corner of her mouth pulled down a bit, but she bought it.

"Oh…all right. No offense Harry, but your hair's messy no matter what you do with it anyway. Look! He's making a patronus. They're so beautiful, don't you think?" She looked into his eyes and smiled. He smiled back. He leaned in to kiss her but saw someone out of the corner of his eye. Cho.

He jumped up, leaving Ginny falling over onto the bench. When she got up to look at him she seemed angry. But he still ignored her. He stared and Cho, unable to tear his eyes away. He had another chance! But did he want one? Did he even want to talk to her? Half of him wanted to get as far away as possible, and the other was screaming to go over. Make up with her, talk to her, do something. But Ginny…she was right there. But Cho…

She was about to order something from a candy cart but turned around. She saw him. He knew she saw him because she made a fist and leaned suddenly against the cart. Her eyes were wide open, and he could see her, shaking, all the way across the crowd. He made up his mind, and started through the mash of color and laughter. He heard a yelling behind him but didn't even bother to turn. When he was about halfway through Cho bolted. He no longer politely walked and started to push people out of his way. The only thing on her he could still see was a bright red feather. It bobbed in and out of the people until finally, it disappeared.

He had lost her. All that running…upsetting Ginny….for nothing? He shouldn't be too upset but he slammed the nearest thing next to him. That was Ron's face.

"Harry! All I wanted to do was help you and you punch me? I came because I saw you running." Harry laughed a little. Ron was holding his left cheek as if someone had slapped him.

"Sorry…I got a little…upset." Harry apologized. Ron smiled a bit.

"All right, just next time don't get upset on my face." They both cracked up, but when they were done, Harry got some ice from one of the nearby stands and Ron held it to his face. They sat down on one of the benches and began to talk. Harry figured he had lost Cho anyway, so he should just deal with it and calm down. He didn't even know why he wanted to see her anyway, so what was he going to say if he had caught up with her? This didn't make him feel better about giving up, though.

"So…where's Hermione? I mean, I just assumed she was with you." Ron suddenly looked a bit uncomfortable.

"Well, she isn't with me constantly…what about Ginny?" Now it was Harry's turn to look uncomfortable. He had left her. Without an explanation. Just sitting there. She had even called him to come back. How could he explain that to his best friend, and her older brother, without mentioning he was after Cho, his first girlfriend? He couldn't.

"Well…I left her. At a bench. We-we met there and I saw…Cho." Something caught it his throat when Ron looked at him. But He didn't seem angry, as Harry had expected. He looked sad. There was a long silence, and then he finally spoke.

"You…went after her, I assume. And left Ginny by herself." Ron dropped the ice. Harry swallowed and continued.

"Yes. I almost didn't though!" he added to show it had been hard to decide. "But…I lost her. That's, well it's why I…punched your face." There was another long silence.

"In the house. The haunted house. She's there." Ron held a finger pointing towards a one story house. Harry was almost surprised. Ron was a good friend. But it also sounded as if he were choking on his words. Harry patted his back, but left quickly. He felt a bit guilty, but he didn't want to lose her again.

He sprinted into the entrance. He heard yelling. He ran faster. Was she ok? That question pounded his brain. What was all the yelling? At one point he thought he caught his name but then he bursted through a set of curtains into Michael corner and Cho-Chang.

He stood up slowly and then stretched out his hand for Michael but he gave him a disdainful look and swatted his hand away, hauling himself up. As he was helping Cho up he saw Michael look at him in a way…less than friendly and dart through another curtained area. Harry almost went after him but Cho's cheeks were stained with tears. Maybe…if he tried to hug her…it would make her feel a bit better. But when he tried to pull her into a hug but she moved away from him. She looked…scared.

He instantly felt horrible. It was his fault. All his. He didn't know quite what Michael Corner had been yelling but he knew it was about him. He probably deserved it, too. But Cho-it looked as if she had been yanked six different ways that morning. Her bun was falling apart, the feather lay crushed on the floor, and she had dirt all over her clothes. Most of this was probably from him knocking into her, but he felt angry. Yes, a lot of this was his fault, but she was tear-free when she went into the house, and now she was crying, and Michael had been the one talking to her. Blood pounded in his ears.

"Michael!" Rage was evident in his voice. He liked Cho, he still wasn't sure how much, but Michael would not get away with making her upset.