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Paying For His Pedestal	By : twocanz Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Harry/Cho Views: 82652 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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A/N:� �Harry's sleep
seems reserved only for nightmares, doesn't it?�� That quote, Salon Kitty, couldn�t be anymore
true.� No matter who wrote it or what the
tone of the story may be, it�s truly Harry Potter.� I think that�s why we love his character so
much.� He so utterly screwed and screwed
up (no better way to say it) but you just root for that one day of any story
that he can smile happily.� Poor, Harry�

By the way, the song you chose was perfect.� I can listen to any CD a million times, but
when I�m writing, suddenly there�s a song that hits the points so well in
whatever story!� God, I love that!� It�s a strange thing to think of fictional
characters during song.� But we fanfic readers and writers are a strange bunch, aren�t
we?� Thanks again for the review!

Chapter 18 � Harry
Potter Likes Chickens

Voices could be heard as she approached the seventh year
girls� dormitory.� Cho glanced at her
watch to see that it was passed 1am, before shaking her head and walking into
the room.

�Hey!� said Patricia as Cho walked into her
well-lit-for-so-late bedroom.� �Where�ve
you been all night, Cho?� she asked with a smile.� The raven-haired girl glanced around the room
at all her friends in their pajamas, some drinking Butterbeers, while other�s
snacked on crisps.� It was a pajama party
on a Saturday night.� She hadn�t even
known they were going to do it.� Then
again, Cho had to admit, she wasn�t hanging with this group much anymore.� So even though she wanted nothing more then
to throw her sex-exhausted body into a warm shower, and climb into her bed to
sleep, Cho crawled onto her bed and lay down.

�I was�out celebrating, is all,� she said to her canopy she
was looking at above her.� �What are you
lot up too?�

Marietta
threw a bag of crisps across the room to Cho�s bed.� �Just having a pre-Christmas, pre-New Year�s,
pre-graduation pajama party!� Care to
join us?�

Cho picked the bag up off her chest and looked at it.� She was hungry; Harry had worked up an
appetite in her.� Yes, but was it for
food?� OF COURSE! Cho thought loudly in her mind to benefit the sick
pocket in her stomach.

�So what are your thoughts on it, Cho?� asked Constance, crawling forward on her own bed to get a
better look at Cho.

But Cho hadn�t realized what everyone was talking about,
having been lost in thought for a moment about Harry, working up an appetite,
and a bag of crisps.� �Er, what�s that?�
she asked turning her head toward her roommate�s bed.

The other girls�, with the exception of Marietta, laughed at Cho.� �Boys, of course.� Well, relationships, I should say for Marietta�s benefit.� We were discussing the perfect�boy�well,
mate.� So what�s your idea of perfect,
Cho?� I have to say, you�ve done pretty
well for yourself with the exception of Michael.�

�That�s a matter of opinion�� mumbled Marietta.

Patricia laughed.�
�Oh, Mari, it�s your fault you keep sleeping with that Millicent
Bulstrode.� She�s not nice and rather
haggard in the face, don�t you think?�

Cho and Constance giggled.�
�Oh shut it, you lot!� sneered Marietta.� �She was�my first.� That�s hard to�let go,� she explained
sadly.� �And I know she�s�rather
unattractive, but she�s rather brilliant with�other things.� She taught me everything I know!� Everything that I would have loved to have
shown�� Cho�s eyes widened and she
turned around to watch her best friend across the room, pleading with her eyes
that she didn�t say her name.� �Hannah
Abbott.� God, she�s beautiful.� That long blonde hair��

Cho narrowed her eyes as did Patricia.� �Hannah Abbott?� That sixth year Hufflepuff that just lost her
mum to the Death Eaters?� Does she even
like girls?�

Marietta
nodded sadly to her mattress.� �Yeah,
that�s the one.� I�m not�sure exactly if
she likes girls.� But earlier this year,
we�argued about that the blasted Dumbledore�s Army thing from the year before
and well, by the end we were both�smiling.�
Then we just kept playing this staring game from across the Great Hall
or in the halls.� But when her mum was
murdered, I waited by her House door to talk to her.� She came out alone, sad, and crying saying
her family was on their way to pick her up.�
Then she kissed me�for like ever.�
Wow�� Marietta
said, lying back on her bed and fanning herself.� �If I ever see her again��

Constance�s laugh broke
Cho�s thunderstruck stare at her best friend.�
�Well, it�ll be kind hard, don�t you think?� You�ll be out of Hogwarts this year, and who
knows when she�ll return.�

�Doesn�t matter,� Marietta
said with quiet determination, �I�ll find her.�

The room fell silent for a moment as Marietta stared off into her Hannah Abbott
space.� �Is it good with girls then,
Mari?� asked Constance suddenly.

�Brilliant,� Marietta
said plainly to her canopy.

Patricia laughed.�
�Oh, wee little Constance is still a
virgin, I keep forgetting.� Don�t know
which way you want to go then, do you?�

�Shut it, Patricia!� I
like blokes, I was just curious, is all.�
I�d like a go at that Harry Potter, if I could,� said Constance,
grinning bashfully on her bed.� �Is he
gorgeous, or what?�

�Or what,� Marietta
muttered spitefully.

Cho laid back on her bed and smiled toward her canopy.� A canopy she had smiled, moaned, reached for,
screamed toward on several occasions while having Constance�s
�go at that Harry Potter�.� Then Cho
giggled to herself when she decided she�d take Harry on Constance�s
bed on their upcoming Monday, just to bless it for the crushing Ravenclaw.

�Ok, so Constance likes the
hero-type as long as they like the virgin-type,� Patricia laughed, and quickly
dodged a pillow flying toward her bed.�
�And Marietta
fancies the blonde-girl-in-distress-kissing-like-a-bandit type, but she�ll
settle for the run-over-by-a-stampede-of-Hippogriffs-in-the-face type
also!�� Again, the laughing Ravenclaw
dodged a pillow.� �I, not being a virgin
by any means, and not into girls just same, prefer a bloke with a hard penis,
gorgeous eyes, and a hard penis.� Simple,
isn�t it?� Rather hard to find around
this place, though.� So what about you,
Cho?� Hard penis for you then?� she
giggled.

Cho giggled as well.�
�I�reckon so,� she said to her canopy.�
�Gorgeous eyes are lovely as well.��
She smiled thinking of a certain emerald gaze with flecks of brown
inside.� �Ones that look at you, and seep
deep inside your soul, it seems.� And
even if they are looking at you from far away, or even up close, it feels like
you�re the only thing�in their world.��
She paused for a moment, ignoring her stomach ache.� �And strong hands�� Cho began again, almost
breathlessly.� ��slightly callous so you
feel it on the skin of your back or down you�re legs when he�s touching
you.� But�even with the rough hands, they
feel�so gentle on your face�� she said, feeling a warmth on her cheek as if it
were being held.

�Mmm, that sounds nice,� Patricia and Constance said
simultaneously, then giggled.

�It is�� Cho said as if she were talking to herself.� �And someone who�you feel safe in his arms,
however odd that may seem considering�but even still, they�ll do anything�to
keep you protected��

�Yeah, but that could lead to jealousy and possessiveness,�
said Patricia.� �They say they are
looking out for you but they are really��

�Claiming you as their own,� Cho finished her roommate�s
statement with a smile still tugging at her lips.� �Though they try to deny it, but then tell
you every part of your body belongs to them,� she said quietly, her cheeks
arching from the pulling of her mouth.�

The room was silent for a moment as Cho watched the
imaginary Harry above her on her bed, smiling down her.� �And who�s been claiming your body parts, Cho?� she heard Marietta ask, causing Harry to disappear
above her.� �Because you didn�t sleep
with Cedric; you only kissed that blasted Potter; and Michael, well, you
haven�t made any of your encounters with him sound�that romantic.� So is it, Cormac, then?�

Constance giggled from her
bed.� �Must be!� Look at the size and color of that love bite
on her neck!� Bloody hell, Cho, I didn�t
know Cormac was a vampire?�

Cho�s eyes widened in shock once more.� She knew the bites on her chest were covered
by her clothing, but her neck.� �Oh
sodding�� the raven-haired girl cursed before leaping out of bed and grabbing
her hand mirror out of her drawer.� Soon,
Cho was eyeing the angry red and purple hickey courtesy of Harry during her
Walk of Molestation.� She shook her head,
and couldn�t help the tugging of her lips on one side.� �That bastard�� she whispered, touching the
raised lump.

�Cormac�s a bastard for giving you what you let him, is he?�
sneered Marietta.� �Why did you do it then?�

Cho could hear the irritation in her best friend�s voice and
she had had too good a night to ruin it by arguing with her in the middle of
their pajama party.� Knowing a sure fire
way to get Marietta
to stop talking to her for a minute, an hour if she was lucky, was to talk
about Harry, particularly, Harry�s addiction to chicken.� And she knew it would get a laugh out of her
other roommates as well.� �No, Mari,
Cormac didn�t do this to me because Harry Potter raped me on the Hogwarts
Express!� she said, then giggled as she sat down on her bed ready to either be
hit by a pillow, or laugh with her friends.�
But when Cho didn�t hear one snort, didn�t see one pillow, but instead,
saw three faces staring mortified back at her, her smile quickly disappeared.� �What?� she asked quietly.

Marietta
sat up on bed slowly.�
�Cho�Harry�he�raped you?�

Cho was sure her ear drums had been punctured because she
knew she couldn�t have heard her friend tell her�the truth.� �W-what?� she asked again, quietly.

�Cho, oh my God!� began Constance,
sitting up with her hand over her mouth.�
�Is that�what you were�trying to tell us on the train, then?� Oh, Cho!�
Oh, God!� Cho�s roommate was near tears, but glued to the spot on her
bed.

�We have to tell someone!�
Now!� said Marietta,
sliding off her bed quickly.

Suddenly it all started to come together for Harry�s Perfect
Imperfection.� She had just told her
roommates what happened, and not that he liked chickens.� Without thinking twice, Cho stood up as Marietta rushed over
toward her.� She pulled out her wand and
stunned the girl, then quickly did the same to her two other roommates.� Her logical mind not at it�s full use, the
Ravenclaw girl left standing swiftly performed memory charms on each of the
girls, deleting only the memory of the passed few minutes away.

Unsure if she had done it correctly, Cho decided it best to
un-stun the raging Ravenclaw first.� Marietta, who she had left
on the floor when she fell, began to blink her eyes to focus on Cho standing
above her.� �How on earth did I get on
the floor?� she asked.

Cho watched her eyes for any signs of anger.� �You were walking by�and I
mentioned�Harry�and�� Cho said tentatively, seeing if that would trigger
anything.

Marietta
sucked her teeth from the floor.� �Oh for
goodness sakes, Cho, can�t you go one bloody night without talking about that
pathetic arse?� Marietta
sneered as Cho happily helped her to her feet.�
With a swift flick of her wand behind Marietta�s back and her own, she revived both
Patricia and Constance.

�Is that all you think about is hard penises, Patricia?�
asked Constance.

�Only when I�m awake!� laughed Patricia.� �I feel
them when I�m asleep!�

�Yuck!� said Marietta,
walking over and plopping down on her bed.

Cho quickly walked into the bathroom when she felt she had
obliterated their memories perfectly.�
But now the new raging Ravenclaw was her as she stared in the
mirror.� �Harry Potter�raped me�Harry
Potter raped me�� she repeated quietly to the mirror as her friends laughed in
the next room.� �Sodding bastard!� she
cursed.� �He didn�t warn me that he had
taking it off!� He�� But Cho stopped her raging when she thought
back to them in their Quickie Room the night of Crabbe�s and Goyle�s
attack.� His failed attempt to heal her
lip on his own was him taking off the curse he had placed on her on the
train.� �He�wanted me to tell.� That�s why�he left me alone those�three
days.� He thought I�d�come to my senses
or something��

Well, have you?
Cho asked herself in her mind.

�I�� she answered herself out loud, sure that she had gone
out her mind now.� �I�m�not ready to deal
with�not being able to be with��
BESIDES,� her voice echoed a little in the bathroom, �he said tonight
he�s not making another go of leaving me alone.�
He tried, and he failed.� Ruddy
git should have talked to me first!� she said through gritted teeth in the
mirror as she pulled her wand out her back pocket.

Shaking her head, and mumbling mutinous obscenities about
her assailant, Cho made several attempts to heal Harry�s hickeys on her
chest.� They faded successfully.� Then she placed the tip of her wand on the
raging red one on her neck.� Remembering
how she received it, having never received one there before by him, Cho stopped
her mutinous speak of Harry losing several body parts, and found herself
smiling slightly once again.� Oddly, the
Ravenclaw didn�t want to part with her badge of honor for wining the game,
getting into Harry�s pants again, and being claimed so thoroughly by him.� Instead of healing it, Cho stripped away her
clothes and took a shower.

********************************************************************

Cho and Terry walked to breakfast the next day in silence,
besides the few low snorts Terry made when he�d glance her way.� They sat together at breakfast, but didn�t
speak either.� Cho was terrified to speak
to her friend, knowing what sorts of questions he probably had on his
mind.� Now fearful of what she may, or
CAN say, the seventh year thought it best to avoid speaking for the time
being.� She loved her friend even more
when he didn�t push the subject either.

Leaving, the two stood up together and walked toward the
door in silence.� They hadn�t anything
special to do on that Sunday, but would no doubt being doing it together.� Then a voice in their silent world made them
jump together.� �Hey, Cho, hang on!� called
Cormac.

�Oh, shit!� cursed Terry to Cho�s puzzlement.� But that confusion was nothing compared to
suddenly finding herself nearly in a headlock by Terry when he threw his arm
around her neck.� �Hiya, Cormac!� he
greeted the Gryffindor, holding Cho close to him in what should be a friendly
side hug, but was choking her slightly until she got the hint.� Quickly, she snaked her arm around Terry�s
waist.

�Uh, hi, Cormac!� she greeted with a smile.

The Ravenclaws forced smiles at the Gryffindor and caused
him to narrow his eyes in confusion.�
�Er, Cho, I was uh�wondering if perhaps�you would like to study�together
this evening?� By the way, Terry, have
you switch teams again or something?� he asked the Ravenclaw boy locked around the
neck of the Ravenclaw girl.

Terry narrowed his eyes in confusion as Cho snorted in his
arm.� �Oh, GOD no!� Terry exclaimed.� �Cho�s just me�best mate, is all!� Real close!�
Isn�t that right, Cho?�

�OH, uh, yeah!� My
best mate, this one,� Cho said to Cormac, then turned to Terry as best she
could with her neck restricted.� �He
really is,� she smiled.� Terry tugged her
around the neck and winked.

�Clearly,� said Cormac.�
�Well, Terry�do you think I could borrow your best mate here for a study
session this evening?�

Cho snorted, as did Terry.�
�I reckon so.� You know us
Ravenclaws, always the studious ones, always PAYING ATTENTION,� he said more
toward Cho, then Cormac.� �But that�s
only if�she has the time to study with you, Cor��

�YES,� Cho interrupted him.�
�I have plenty of time this evening, Cormac.� That would be fine.� After dinner then?�

�Yes!� said Cormac eagerly.�
�Well done.� See you later then,
Jiao.�

Terry held Cho around the neck until they watched Cormac
leave the Great Hall.� Soon they stepped
out into the hall.� �Thanks for that,�
Cho said, as they began to walk.

�Don�t mention it.�
Though I�m sure you won�t,� said Terry.�
Cho glanced at him, then down toward the ground as they walked.� �But please�be more careful!� he said then
comb her hair with his fingers over her angry Potter-bite.

Cho felt her hair on her neck and nodded.� �Yes, I�will be.�

As they walked discussing anything else but what was on
their minds, Terry suddenly cleared his throat loudly.� Cho turned her attention to the group coming
down the hall.� It was Harry�s
group.� Emerald eyes met hers and tried
not to smile, though she was confused why he was suddenly twirling his wand in
his hand.� Then suddenly, Cho felt a
gentle breeze across the side of her face.�
It was gentle, but strong enough to push her hair over her shoulder.

�Harry!� That�s not
nice!� Hermione said, scolding him.

Harry snorted, as did Ginny and Ron.� �Sorry, Hermione, guess I�m not very nice,�
he said then winked at Cho as they passed, but not before taking an obvious look
at her neck.

Cho continued her walk with Terry, but looked back over her
exposed shoulder and visible Potter-bite.�
She smiled at the Gryffindor that was smiling secretly back at her.

�And for goodness sakes, Cho�� Terry snorted and shook his
head.� �Play a bit hard to get at least��

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Cho walked alone to her study date with Cormac, rubbing the
spot on her neck that was now only slightly pink.� She and Terry worked for nearly an hour
trying to remove Harry�s love-bite, more like bruise.� The seventh year reluctantly agreed to get
rid of it, but only because Terry suggested it best if she was going to be
sitting with Cormac all evening.� The two
Ravenclaws felt sure Harry used a spell on it to make it permanent, though
neither of them expressed that verbally.�
Cho couldn�t love Terry more that he did all he could to help her
without asking a single question about what she was doing with the Boy
Hero.� Their efforts could only reduce
the angry red to a coy pink, but she was sure no one would see.�

No one could see Cho now as she was invisible having used
the disillusionment charm on herself so Harry wouldn�t have a coronary.� She was sure he was watching her on his map,
her red name treading along the halls.�
What he didn�t see was her smile.�
The Ravenclaw had been smiling like it was Monday, and she noticed Harry
had had the same problem as well.

I�ll give him
something to smile about tomorrow! she thought to herself.

First, he needs to be
properly yelled at for taking the curse off of you without telling you, though.

Then, may I shag him?

Is there a choice in
the matter?

Yeah, what position I
would like it in! Cho snorted to herself.�
Merlin, I�m sick in the head��

Suddenly, Cho heard footsteps coming quickly up the corridor
behind her.� She was nervous only for a
second, having flashbacks of Crabbe and Goyle, but she remembered that she was
invisible.� But she did leap a foot off
the ground when she heard a voice echo in the empty corridor.

�Love?� Love, I know
you�re here!� Cho heard Harry say, then turned around to see him with his map
and looking around the empty hall.� She
was going to play a little joke on him and pretend she wasn�t there, but she
noticed the concerned look on his face.�
�Cho, where are you?�

�I�m here, Harry,� she said, then took out her wand and
tapped her forehead.� When she appeared a
few feet away from him, he rushed quickly over to her.� �What�s��

But Cho didn�t finish her statement.� She went silent as she watched an expression
on her assailant�s face she had never seen before.� He was also silent, looking at her, then at
the floor, then at her feet then back at her in rapid successions.� Finally, he spoke.� �I�um��
Would you� come with me, Love?� I
need to talk to you,� Harry said, and she could hear the desperation in his
voice.� But desperation for what?� Cho knew her assailant�s tricks well, and
knew she�d find herself on a desk being properly taken by the Gryffindor.� Then again, it wouldn�t be that bad.

�Harry, I have a date with Cormac.� He�s waiting for me in the library.� We can�shag later.� Tomorrow is Monday after all,� she smiled.

�Please, Cho?� I
really need to talk to you!� It�s not
about�that,� Harry said, sincerity reading in his green eyes, though Cho wasn�t
sure.� But before she could protest,
Harry intertwined their fingers and dragged her off with him down the halls.

****

Cho had to laugh lightly to herself when she found herself
lying on her back, underneath her assailant in the Room of Requirement, being
taken slowly by the Gryffindor.� He had
dragged her through the halls without saying a word and pulled her into the
room, then stood in front of her as if he wanted to say something.� A couch and fireplace had been the only things
that appeared in the magical room at Harry�s non-verbalized request.� But instead of words, he began administering
slow, purposeful kisses all over her face and neck.� The gentle assault was to strong for the
Ravenclaw to protest through and soon she found herself on a newly appearing
bed, her clothes slowly being taken off her, and gently being eased into by the
Gryffindor, all without saying a word.

But Cho didn�t mind, he felt wonderful inside her.� Then something in her stomach twitched, and
the smile on the Ravenclaw�s face shrunk.�

Why don�t you mind
this, Cho? she thought to herself.� You two have a rule about Sunday�s, don�t
you?

Because he feels
bloody brilliant, could be the reason!

Are you sure
that�s�all?

Cho paused in thought as Harry still gently, slowly,
lovingly rode her insides.� Though in
immense pleasure, that sick pocket in her stomach ached.� She quickly closed her arms around Harry�s
shoulders, pulling her assailant more into the neck he presently enjoying,
trying desperately to hide from herself.

Whatever it is, I
don�t want to think about it right now! Cho decided, and allowed her mind
back into the private world of the private pleasure that she was receiving.�

But she couldn�t help but wonder if the reason her sick
pocket existed was because her soul was beginning to heal?� The pretty girl�s soul had started healing
little by little with every smile they elicited from each other, from every
time she was in control of when they had sex, at every instance he begged her
forgiveness for anything.� Little by
little, however, was not nearly half; it would take much more.� But it seemed Harry was well on his way of
achieving of it.� The sick pocket
quivered even more at that idea.

Harry�s gentle kisses lifted from her neck to her cheek,
then off her skin entirely.� His hand
stretched upward, and grasped the edge of the bed, pulling Cho and himself more
into the pillows and mattress.� Cho
moaned at the sudden extra pressure, and Harry kissed her ear.� �Deeper�� he said breathily,
�I�need�deeper�� Cho did as he barely
requested and lifted her legs up and around his back.� When she felt her stomach full, she knew
Harry was in to the hilt, and moaned.�
�Are�you okay�Love?� he whispered to her ear.

A smiled tugged at the corner of her mouth as she leaned her
head into his.� �Yes, Harry,� Cho
whispered in return, kissing his temple to assure him, and for his
concern.�

The deeper penetration always felt good, but Cho knew there
was more to it this time.� He needed to
hide, she knew that.� His eyes had told
her that when he pulled her out of the hall.�
He needed that shelter that only she could provide for him.� Cho reveled in the thought momentarily, but
then wondered why.� Why did he need her
so much now, other than the fact that they hadn�t been together in three days
prior to the day before?� She hadn�t read
anything in the Prophet that morning during her silent breakfast with
Terry.� And Harry had seemed in good
spirits when he was doing all he could to see his love-bite on her neck in the
halls.

But in a matter of hours, everything had changed in the
Boy-Who-Lived.� There was no witty banter
when they had entered the room.� There
was no seductive dirty talk of things he wanted to do to her once he got her
alone.� There wasn�t the practically
ripping off of the clothes that Cho had been accustomed too, and loved.� Instead, the Ravenclaw was faced with that
Hurting-Harry she also knew well.� The
one with gentle hands, soft but intense kisses all over her body, and a rage
inside him she could almost feel vibrating within.� She wondered what happened in that short
time.� But quickly the seventh year
berated herself mentally.�

Normally, she didn�t care what was ailing Harry as long as
the sex was good.� Cho was aware that he
had private meetings with Dumbledore on occasion, and that he was often
distraught afterward, but she never asked what they were about.� And it wouldn�t take a Ravenclaw to know that
Harry Potter, the Chosen One, the Golden Boy, the Boy-Who-Lived, everyone�s Boy
Hero had an intricate part in the present war raging outside their private
world.� But they never discussed that in
too much detail either outside of him saying that when he dies in this war,
she�ll be free from pain.�

So why was it bothering her now?� The sick pocket, which was being trumped by
the pleasure she was receiving, twitched again in her stomach.

Wanting to ignore it completely, just wanting to enjoy
Harry, and hoping to make him feel better��
NO, just wanting to
enjoy�having�Harry�HAVING SEX WITH Harry, Cho sighed then tilted her head
toward his, and began kissing his ear and cheek.

In response to her kisses, Harry lifted his head from her
neck.� Cho opened her eyes to his
glass-less face, but eyes focused on hers.�
He hovered over her parted lips with his own, and Cho could taste his
breath.� Harry�s purposeful, but slow
thrusts hadn�t wavered in the slightest of his watching her, and Cho felt his
eyes burying themselves inside her as much as his manhood was at present.� She wondered if he could see her clearly without
his second set of eyes.� The Ravenclaw
held his cheek and brushed her thumb across his temple, wishing to touch his
eyelid and eyelashes instead.

�Beautiful�� Harry whispered, watching her watching
him.� Cho smiled receiving the answer to
her question, and slid her hand down to the corner of his mouth.� She knew how good he felt to her, though her
breathing was steady.� The Ravenclaw also
knew how good she felt to him, though his breathing was only a shade heavier
than hers.� Harry was trying to keep
himself under control to enjoy her, Cho was sure.� She watched him bite at his lip occasionally,
squint his eyes, then go back to simply watching her.� Her smile never wavered as she presently
watched his parted lips.� They looked so
soft, they WERE so soft, she knew from experience.� But her index finger seemed to need to verify
that, and Cho began to gingerly touch Harry�s breathing lips.� In their quiet room, in their private world,
she could kiss him.�

It would be so easy�
Cho thought.�

�Play a bit hard to
get at least�� she heard Terry say in her mind, and she smiled knowing that
the battle was half the fun, especially with Harry.

But instead, the Ravenclaw lay watching the green eyes of
the Gryffindor trying to watch her.� And
soon, the slow, steady, and full strokes of his penis inside her accommodating
vagina began pulling the teenagers, reluctantly it seemed, to the edge.� Cho didn�t want to cum just yet.� She wanted to lie under her assailant and
take him for another hour at least.� But
his gentle taking of her, his green eyes trying to watch her, and softness of
his lips at her touch was what was bringing her to climax.� The seventh year was wrapped up in everything
Harry.� His body pressed against her, his
arm around her, his heavy breath flowing over her lips and into her mouth, all
while her body wiggled underneath, feeling every vein in his dick as it filled and
refilled her over and over again.� And
soon, Cho�s Gryffindor issued his first hard thrust, causing her to arch her
back as he began splashing her inner walls.�
The feeling of his spunk spraying inside her caused the Ravenclaw to
moan from her soul and released her orgasm expeditiously and with a smile on
her lips.

Now, Cho found herself in the familiar process of trying to
come down from her orgasm.� However, her
assailant was making it difficult for her to accomplish it.� Harry, though still coming down from his
orgasm, was placing gentle kisses all over her face.� His kisses were soft, intoxicating, and
seemingly, never-ending.� Cho�s breathing
was steadying but her heart beat couldn�t manage it.� It was beating so hard she was sure Harry
could hear it.

�My beautiful love,� Harry whispered so lightly as he kissed
her temple, Cho wasn�t sure she heard him correctly over her beating
heart.� The Ravenclaw�s eyes fluttered
open slowly as he continued his kisses down her face.� She turned her head to the side gingerly, not
wanting to interrupt his kisses, but wanting to know what she had heard.� But just as her head leaned to the left,
Harry lifted his from the side of her head.�
Hovering inches from her mouth, Cho watched Harry watch her eyes and
lips.� Now, instead of asking him what he
said, she lay there quietly wondering if he would kiss her lips.� And the Ravenclaw also wondered how long it
would take her to slap him if he did at that moment.� But just as she closed her eyes and waited
for his lips to descend to hers, Cho was surprise to hear his voice again.� �Come on, Love, I need to walk you back to
your Tower,� Harry said.

Cho opened her eyes and blinked as if she needed to try and
focus on the Gryffindor over her.�
�Oh�I�� But her words were
interrupted when Harry pulled out of her gently, sat up and then got up from
the bed.� Cho felt slightly cold and
empty at the sudden departure of her bedmate and sexual partner.� She sat up and watched as Harry�s naked body
gathered his clothing from the floor in silence.� The forlorn look he wore on his face when he
snatched her away in the halls was still, to Cho�s surprise, present.� Normally, when he was down, one roll in the
sack with his victim made the Boy Hero, at least, smirk smugly at his
accomplishment.� But Cho seemed to be the
only one wearing the afterglow of sex between the two.� She knew he was bad off whatever it was he
was hurting about.� And she knew a way to
help mend it.

Getting out of bed, Cho, shamelessly naked, approached the
half dressed Harry.� He had his pants on,
but no t-shirt yet.� She snaked her arms
around his neck and pressed her bare body against him.� Harry�s eyes went from shock to the forlorn
once again, although he instinctively put his arms around her naked waist.� �Yes, Love?� he said, seeing the question in
her eyes, though she wore a sly smile.

�Come back to bed,� Cho suggested, in a manner her smile
indicated.� �We don�t have to leave just
yet.� I think�maybe�around the middle
of�first period tomorrow we should certainly rush back,� she said, knowing any
moment he would smile at the prospect of spending all night with her, and toss
her back on the bed for another session of lovemaking.

But to Cho�s surprise, and dismay, Harry�s smile was only
brief as the hapless look stayed present in his eyes.� �Of all nights, Beautiful, you chose this
one�� Harry said as he exhaled and shook his head.

�Why?� What�s going
on, Harry?� she asked worriedly, still holding him around the neck.� �What�did you have to talk to me about or was
that just a trick too get��

�I�m leaving�for a few days, Cho,� Harry said, interrupting
her.

Cho was shocked at his words, and released his neck as she
narrowed her eyes at him.� �Leaving?� How can you just be leaving?� You have school, don�t you?� Or,� and she gasped slightly as she was embarrassed
by what maybe the obvious, �is one of you�re relatives so sick that you must go
home?� she asked, covering her mouth.

The release of the pretty Ravenclaw gave Harry time to put
on his t-shirt.� �No, Love.� I could give a shit if any of them became
ill.� No, this is�something
else�something�important.� I just�wanted
you to know that I�ll be�gone��

�For a few days,� the naked seventh year said, finishing his
statement when it seemed he didn�t.� Or,
at least, when it seemed he should.�

Hang on, Cho, why do
you care if he�s gone?

I�don�t, it�s
just�well, who will I shag then?

No one.� I don�t want anyo�

�Right, Harry?� she added, interrupting her thoughts when
she didn�t hear a response from him.� �I
mean�not that it matters to me.� It�s
just�I mean, I may have�needs to be fulfilled while�you�re gone,� Cho
explained, trying hard to think of an excuse.�
It wasn�t that far from the truth.�
The entire truth was something that made her stomach ache on one side,
however.

Harry was silent for a moment as he watched her.� Then he picked up her shirt and jeans and
handed them to her.� �Please get dressed,
Love.� I must be going�soon.�

Cho took her clothing from the Gryffindor, all while
watching his eyes in confusion.� She
pulled on her pants, and stuffed her bra in her pants pocket before pulling
down her shirt.� �Soon, Harry?� she hated
that she wanted to ask, but she couldn�t help it.� �Then why�were you with me just now and
not�Ginny?� Have you told her yet?�

Harry sighed and looked away as he searched for his
shoes.� �Um�no, but I�ll write her a note
or something before I go,� he answered the floor as he tied his shoelace.� They were silent for another few minutes, all
while Cho watched him as she dressed, and all while Harry found the need to
look everywhere else but at her.� �I�met
with Dumbledore before I�found you.�
I�just wanted to let you know first�� he answered then glanced at
her.�

Now Cho wore the forlorn expression on her face, before
reminding herself again that she
didn�t care if he was gone.� She opened
her mouth to speak but closed it as she watched Harry walk toward her.� Cho held her breath, not knowing what he may
do to her with the sad, fearful look in his eyes, but she knew she wouldn�t
fight him off, no matter what he wanted to do to her at the moment.� But the seventh year was shocked once more
when Harry simply intertwined their fingers, and began to pull her toward the
door.

It had been a different day, and a different walk back for
the Ravenclaw and her Gryffindor.� They
were silent, unlike yesterday night when Harry was terrorizing her neck as they
walked.� They held hands, something they
never did, and unlike the night before when he was glued to her waist.� Neither consulted his magical map to ensure
that no one would see the victim and her assailant walking hand in hand down
the hall, unlike the show they would have given anyone the night before had they
been found.� And the over all tone was
sad for the seventh year unlike the night before when she was happy they were
back to doing what they do best, and a promise from Harry that he wouldn�t try
to cure himself from her anytime soon.

When they finally stood in front of the Ravenclaw Tower
door, there was no Terry Boots to surprise them.� Cho was grateful because Harry had felt it
best to pull her into his arms and hold her for what seemed like forever.� The pretty girl�s eyes were closed as she
rested her head on his shoulder and neck.�
He squeezed her tightly, and she exhaled for more reasons then him
pushing her air out.

�I don�t want you walking alone, Cho,� Harry suddenly said
in her hair.

It took a moment for Cho to even realize he was speaking; she
was lost in his heart beat, her new favorite thing to listen too.� �Oh, um, yes, Harry, okay.�

�And I want your wand in your hand at all times when you�re
walking about the school, I don�t care who you�re with.�

Cho squinted her closed eyes in confusion, but didn�t lift
her head from his shoulder.� �Um, why,
Harry?� she asked.

Harry paused before speaking.� �I just�want you to be�on guard at all times,
Love. �Promise me?� he asked her neck
with a hint of desperation in his voice as he squeezed her tighter.

Cho sighed in his arms.�
�Yes, Harry,� she said for his benefit.�
The Ravenclaw didn�t know if she would take that bit of advice, but she
didn�t want to argue with him.� If
anything, she wanted the anxiousness and finality in his tone to disappear. �The seventh year tightened her grasp around
the sixth year�s neck and smiled as it caused him to exhaled as she often did
when he hugged her.

But the smile faded just as quickly as it appeared, when Cho
felt Harry pulling her arms down from around his neck.� He rested them on his chest, then held her
face as he pressed his scarred forehead against hers.� Cho watched his green eyes as if there were
no glasses in the way.� The Boy Hero,
however, was doing all he could to look at her, but not seeming to find the
strength to manage it.� Finally, he
resolved to just holding her face and closing his eyes.� �You�re so beautiful, Love,� Harry said just
above a whisper, and Cho never heard so much pain hinted in a compliment.

She sighed, worriedly, but was determined to see her
assailant smile at least once.� �How can
you tell with your eyes closed, Harry?� she asked, just above a whisper as
well, but with a small smile on her face.

Harry opened her eyes, and Cho instantly felt them seep deep
inside her skull.� �I just�wanted you�to
know that, Cho,� he said in his whispering sorrow, mixed with obvious
sincerity.� �And all I�ve�done to
you�� Cho could see that Harry�s eyes
wanted to flutter close, but maintained their positions.� ��don�t�think that�you�provoked me,
Love.� You didn�t ask�for what I�ve
done�to you.� So please�don�t ever�blame
yourself�for it.� Don�t let it stop you
from�loving�s-s-some�one�in the futu��

�Harry?� Cho interrupted him, the finality in his voice
tearing at that sick pocket in her stomach.�
�Don�t�talk like that.� I�don�t
blame myself�for what you�ve�done.� I
don�t�fully blame you�anymore, either.� I
blame part of it on�the wizarding world.�
They practically shoved you into me!��
Cho watched his pain-stricken eyes widen briefly in surprise before
turning into something she hadn�t seen before.�
Something that was sincere, but that the Ravenclaw could still see
hidden in the ever present pain.� She
didn�t recognize it, but she hoped it was something on the way to a smile.� The seventh year decided to test it.� �Then again, I should be thanking the
wizarding world because some of those times you shoved yourself into me, I
rather enjoyed!� she joked.

The pretty girl�s attempt at humor was rewarded with a brief
smile from her assailant, as he continued to hold her face.� Then, Cho�s brown eyes were no longer Harry�s
focus as he eased a kiss to her nose, then slowly to her forehead.� Soon, the Gryffindor was brushing his thumb
across the corner of the mouth of his victim.�
Cho let that particular corner curve into a smile that he played with,
as his own lips stood a couple of inches away.�
The Ravenclaw snorted very lightly recognizing Harry�s intentions, then
knocked an inch off their distance.�
�Don�t you dare kiss me, Harry Potter,� she scolded in a playful whisper
that flowed directly into his parted lips.

Harry�s sigh flowed over her waiting, parted lips, no, her
parted simply to breath lips.� �I won�t,
Love,� he whispered back, causing her tiny smile to shrink.� �Besides not wanting to catch a proper smack
across the face,� he continued to her lips, �It won�t give me
enough�strength�to say�� Harry eased a
soft, long kissed to Cho�s cheek, before pulling his head away and looking into
her eyes.� ��good bye, Cho.�

Cho�s shrunken smile became non-existent and she narrowed
her eyes at the Gryffindor as he released her cheeks.� �Harry,� she said, and reached for his
departing hands, �a few days�well, it�s only three, isn�t it?�� The Ravenclaw held the lightly calloused
hands that had given her so much pleasure, and pain, that school year.� �I expect you�ll�be back by Wednesday,
then?�� Cho ignored the aching in her
side where the sick pocket was presently doing jumping jacks or something of
the sort.� She smiled over the pain,
hoping her assailant could manage the same over his.� He did, but it was again brief, and his green
eyes still read of that something she couldn�t identify, but the anguish within
read loud and clear.

The seventh year continued to smile though felt suddenly
empty and lonely as Harry pulled away from her gently and turned around without
a word.� As he began walking, Cho�s eyes
darted around for anything to keep him there for at least a few seconds more,
or to react to as he normally would, in any situation.� �Harry!� she called desperately.� Harry exhaled and turned around slowly down
the hall.� Cho paused before speaking
again, not sure of what she wanted to say, though she tried to maintain the
smile on her face.� �I�um�can�t be so
sure�I�ll�be good�while you�re gone, you know?� she said, then realize saying
that earlier in the Room of Requirement didn�t get her anywhere but her clothes
handed to her.�

Harry watched her for a moment in silence, and Cho was ready
to argue with him if that�s what it took to get a reaction out of him.� His face was expressionless, and she wondered
if he�d say anything to her at all.� Then
something in the back of her mind wondered again why she cared.

�Then I guess I�ll just have to come back then, won�t I?�
Harry said just as emotionless as his face.�
Then he turned around without another word and walked away.

Something inside of Cho wanted to shout that she was only
joking, that she just wanted him to scold her or smile at least once.� But she didn�t do it, much to the relief of
that sick pocket in her stomach and caused it to stop its exercise
routine.� However, the Ravenclaw beauty
still sighed in discontent, though she had to admit one thing:� �At least there was no pain in his tone that
time,� she said to the eagle knocker before giving the answer to the riddle.

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Although Cho had been made love to the night before, yes,
made love to because nothing that slow, and loving, and sweet could be termed
anything else, her body knew it was Monday.�
The Ravenclaw listened to her roommates depart as she lay in her bed
half wishing that her curtains would pull back and Harry would be hard,
smiling, and most importantly, there.�
But she knew that was only a fantasy.�
He was gone.� �But he�ll be back
by Wednesday!� she told, reminded, and hoped to herself in her bed.� Then, Cho closed her eyes and allowed herself
to delve into that fantasy a little more of what she�d do to Harry if he did
pull her curtains back, as her hand delved into her panties she would only wear
until he came back.� My, but they were
restricting, the Ravenclaw felt.�
Wednesday couldn�t come fast enough.

When the Ravenclaw was done with bringing herself to orgasm
with Harry�s name on her lips and she was finally ready to face her sexless
Monday, the oddest thing greeted her.� A
bowl of strawberries and cream were waiting for her on her nightstand.� The seventh year looked around her empty to
room to see who may have left it there, but saw no one.� She also glanced at each of her roommates�
nightstands to see if they always had a treat waiting for them when they
returned, but she found that she was the only lucky one.� It was an odd delivery with no note.� Odd, because Cho had never told anyone how
much she loved strawberries and cream.�
No one except Harry, who found out when they had sex in the kitchens
well over a month ago.� However strange
it was, it didn�t stop the pretty girl from diving in.� And with each bite, she remembered her and
Harry�s time in the kitchens, with the fruit, and the cream, and the cookies,
and the fucking and�� Cho finished the
bowl, laid back down and pulled her curtains closed once more.

Classes the rest of morning were
like any other morning, that wasn�t a Monday.�
Cho didn�t wear her normal Monday Morning of Mind Blowing Sex smile, but
she wasn�t in a melancholy mood either.�
But when she entered the Great Hall for the first time that day for
lunch, she realized that she was the only person who had a connection with
Harry, that wasn�t in a solemn mood.�
Ginny looked a mess; her face as nearly as red as her hair and her eyes
were puffy.� Presently, silent tears fell
down her face as she seemed unable to actually eat the food she stared at
instead.� A third of the Golden Trio sat
beside Ginny, her hair bushier than usual, wearing a distraught look on her
face.� The remaining third of the Trio
had his arm around the bushy-haired one, while keeping an eye on his sister.

Must be awful to find him gone from a bloody note, Cho thought to
herself as she sat down with Terry for lunch.

Maybe that�s why I�m okay.� He
told me and I know when he�ll be back.� I
know when he BETTER be back.

Hang on!� You�re okay because
you�re not his best friend like those two or his�girlfriend!� You could care less that he�s gone, right?

The Ravenclaw paused in thought as
she blatantly watched Ginny, Ron, and Hermione at the Gryffindor table.

I know when he better be back�

�Wonder where Harry is?� Cho
barely heard Terry say.� But the word
�Harry� made her heard turn quickly.

�Huh?� she said suddenly, turning
to the door hopefully, then to her friend.

Terry shook his head.� �I said I wonder where Harry is, and the
Headmaster for that matter?� Harry hasn�t
been in classes all morning, and Ron and Hermione have been in a right
state.� Ginny doesn�t look too good
either.� I was just�wondering where he
was�� Terry asked his soup.

Cho quickly looked back to her own
soup and shrugged her shoulders.� �Hmph,
I wonder.� I�didn�t realize�he was gone,
since I�m not a sixth year, so�� Anyway,
want to study tonight?� she asked, trying to change the subject.

Terry opened his mouth, then
peeked over his shoulder to the House table of green and silver.� �Can�t.�
I�m�uh�studying with another sixth year.�
But�� he said looking past Cho�s head to the aisle, �doesn�t look like
you�ll be hard up for a mate tonight.��
Terry nodded his head upward.� Cho
turned around to see Cormac walking down the aisle between Ravenclaw and
Slytherin.

�Hiya, Jiao,� he smiled his
handsome smile.� Cho forced a smile to
spread across her face.

�Oh, hi, Cormac.�

�Cho, I was wondering if you
wanted to study this evening?� he asked.�

No, she thought.�

�That Transfiguration essay would
be a lot easier to write with an intelligent lovely sitting next to me��

Across from you if anything��

�What do you say?�

Say no, Cho.� Obviously, you
don�t want to study with him.

But why don�t I?� The
Ravenclaw found she couldn�t answer herself.�
At least not truthfully.� The sick
pocket in her stomach began to hurt.

�That�s sounds find, Cormac.� After dinner, then,� Cho agreed with less
enthusiasm, then her statement should warrant.

******

And Cho had sat across from Cormac
the entire night they studied in the library.�
The Ravenclaw had every intention of keeping the Gryffindor�s hand off
her knee, at least this Gryffindor.� She
got her essay done in record time and helped him with his.� As he walked her to her Tower later that
night, Cormac reached for her hand.

�Oh!� Cho said, startled by the
sudden touch.� She could see his face
turning red from embarrassment.� Feeling
embarrassed by her reaction for more reasons then one, Cho swallowed hard and
reached for his hand.� Cormac smiled as
he intertwined their fingers, as the two took the same path to the fifth floor
that her and Harry had taking the night before, doing the same thing.� But the Ravenclaw noticed she wasn�t
squeezing Cormac�s hand back as she had Harry�s the night before.

That�s because he was squeezing the bloody life out of my hand is
why.� He always�squeezes me in some shape
or form when he�s upset� she thought, then took a breath as if Harry had
just squeezed her around her torso.

Would you mind not thinking about him while you�re with Cormac?� Hello, this is a boy that actually likes you,
that you�like too.� You know, normal
courting; hand holding, walking in awkward silence, kissing�

Soon the two stood in front of the
eagle knocker of Ravenclaw
Tower.� Cho was nervous, and her stomach felt
sick.� But it wasn�t the sick pocket on
the side that seemed only reserved only for Harry.� It was a different sickness; it was
dread.� The Ravenclaw had kissed Cormac
five times already, and for the first time, she wasn�t looking forward to
it.� But as he placed his hands on the
side of her head, as Harry had done the night before�� STOP
thinking about him� she knew kiss number six was on its way.

The smell of his sweet breath, and
light, but masculine cologne, was always intoxicating for the Ravenclaw.� On several occasions of kissing this
Gryffindor, she hoped it wouldn�t lead her to dragging him off to her and
Harry�s Quickie Room around the corner.�
But tonight, the kiss was forced, on the Ravenclaw�s end.� She didn�t want it, though she knew she
should so the sickness in her stomach didn�t move over to that one particular
side.� Unfortunately, not wanting it,
caused Cho to allow her mind to venture elsewhere.� Briefly, she remembered the night before,
standing there with Harry and how he was so close to kissing her.�

Stop it!�

But, her thoughts continued, how
would it have been had she kissed him that night?� Cho remembered the distressed kisses of the sixth
year Gryffindor that morning they had sex in the corridor.� She could still feel him on her lips, and she
kissed him back.� Soon, Cho and Harry
were kissing passionately once more.�
With no sex, it was easier to concentrate on his lips, his tongue, his
moans of appreciation�

�Hmph!� he said on her lips, and
pulled away.� Cho opened her eyes to see
not Harry looking back at her, and not Cormac as well.� Gathering herself quickly, and turning red
just as fast from embarrassment of letting herself go like that, Cho opened her
mouth to speak.

�I-I-I�m�sorry.� I don�t know�what got�into me,� she said,
looking at his love-bitten lips.

Cormac shook his head as his eyes
stared over hers.� �No, no, Cho.� I�saw something,� he began slowly.� Cho turned around to see nothing at the bend
of the hallway.� �When you
started�kissing me so�when I thought you were going to bite my lips clear off,�
he began, still looking down the hall, �I opened my eyes briefly and I caught
sight of�something�brownish�fleshy and kind of�pointy near the floor right on
the corner of the wall.� Then all of
sudden, it disappeared.�� The Gryffindor
shook a little after his story, and Cho wondered where that bravery and courage
they were known to have had gone.

He�s kissing you, and you�re Harry Nutter�s property.� He�s pretty damn brave� she reminded
herself.

But Cho was also sure that Harry
had attacked Cormac in the middle of the night, issuing some sort of head blow
that�s starting to affect him now.�

Tricky little prat, I didn�t even know!�
I�ll give him a good seeing too when he gets back!

Sex is not punishment, Cho, especially with you and Harry.

Oh, right.

�Um�are you sure, Cormac?� Cho
asked tentatively, not wanting to make any sudden movements or loud noises
around the obviously uneasy Gryffindor.�

Then again, it could be Gryffindor
Tower making them all
nutters!� I feel out my bloody gourd
every time I enter it!

�Positive, Cho!� Please believe me!� pleaded the Gryffindor.

Cho sighed and watched him beg for
support with his eyes.� �I believe you,
Cormac.� Maybe I should�walk you back to
your Tower though��

�No, Love, um, Cho, um, Jiao,�
Cormac stumbled over his terms and shook his head in frustration.� �No, you gone on in.� I rather you not be out here with�such weird
things going on.� Night, then,� he said,
kissed her hard on the forehead with his eyes plastered on the corner he
pointed to earlier, then walked down the hall in the same direction Harry had
the night before.

Cho snorted to herself as she
watched him walk away.� She shook her
head and gave the eagle knocker the password.�
Before entering, and compelled by curiosity, the seventh year glanced at
the corner of the hall once more.� She
gasped when she saw something brown, fleshy, and pointy quickly slide back
around the corner.� The Ravenclaw
couldn�t get inside her House door, up her stairs, and in her room quick
enough.

�And I want your wand in your hand at all times�� Cho heard Harry
say in her mind.� She decided it best to
follow his advice.

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Tuesday rolled by easily for the
Ravenclaw.� Luckily, the pretty girl
didn�t wake up to an odd bowl of strawberries and cream.� Oddly, Cho felt liked she was being watched
at all times.� The pretty girl was
confused by this considering that the only person who watched her was Harry,
and he hadn�t been seen all day.� So
whose eyes were on her, she wondered?�
Cho did, however, have her wand in her hands at all times, and always
walked with someone where ever she went.�

The only problem the seventh year
did have was withdrawal.� Her body was in
need of Harry and her hand wasn�t satisfying her enough.� Well, it may have, but she couldn�t ask a
friend to walk with her to the washroom so she may masturbate in a stall
between classes.� So the Ravenclaw had to
wait until the end of the day to combat her urges as best she could.� But she knew that wouldn�t be enough.� Cho needed sex.� Cho needed Harry for the sex.� Cho needed Harry back.

Tomorrow�s Wednesday, Cho.� He�ll
be back tomorrow and hopefully you�ll be riding him by sundown, she giggled
at her thought in bed that evening.

He has a girlfriend you know, maybe you should give her first crack at
him?

Sod bloody lovely Ginny Weasley!�
She�ll have him forever, I just need him for two hours�every day�until I
leave this school at least�

�Or until I die, Love, which should be any day now�� she heard
Harry say in her mind.

Cho�s smile disappeared.� The memory of his words hit her hard.� He had made that very morbid declaration on
several occasions.� �Then you�ll be free from pain�� she remembered him saying
also.� The finality in his tone the night
he left was something she tried to ignore, but now it was flooding her mind.

Why did he say he�ll be back in three days, then not say it again?
Cho wondered.

But he said he�d come back to make sure I was being good!

But he�didn�t look as though he�meant it.�

Cho had to remind herself to
breathe as her thoughts began hurting her head and easing down into her chest.

He�ll�come back.� He�ll�come
back�tomorrow.� He�wouldn�t be so foolish
as to�he can�t, he�s Harry Potter!�
He�s�Harry�

He�ll come back tomorrow!

Something wet slid from Cho�s eye
as she turned over on her pillow and attempted to sleep.

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As Wednesday morning approached,
Cho was up and dressed in record time.�
She waited in the common room for Terry to come down so that she may
walk with him to breakfast.� Terry talked
about everything and nothing at least, but it hadn�t mattered because Cho was
not listening to her new best friend.�
Her mind was strictly on what she hoped she would see at breakfast.� More like who she hoped she�d see at
breakfast.

Cho was nervous as they entered
the last corridor to the Great Hall.� She
hoped she wouldn�t rush over to Harry and drag him off right in front of
everyone.� Funny thing was, she knew deep
down in her heart, he�d get right up and go with her.� The thought put a smile on the Ravenclaw�s
face, and she carried it with her to the dining hall.

As she and Terry walked into the
Great Hall, they nearly collided into two parts of the Golden Trio and their
fourth.� Sadly, Cho noticed it was only
two parts and not the whole set.� Lunch time, then. It�s only morning, he has
the entire day to come back, she thought, trying to convince herself.� But in her effort to convince herself Harry
would have her for lunch, Cho hadn�t noticed the odd buzzing in the hall.� She and Terry sat down, while Ginny, Ron, and
Hermione sat on the opposite side at the Gryffindor table.

�Oh, have you two heard yet?�
asked Marietta,
holding a copy of the Daily Prophet.�
Cho�s heart sank instantly at the question alone.

�No.� What?� asked Terry eagerly from Cho�s other
side.� He reached for the paper and Cho
could see the words �Attack� and �Diagon Alley� swirling around on front page
as it passed by her.� Harry�s victim took
a deep breath, and pushed herself to read over Terry�s shoulder.

Brutal
Death Eater Attack at Diagon Alley

Last
evening, when many witches, wizards and their young children were doing their
early Christmas shopping in Diagon Alley, they found themselves under
attack!� Several hooded figures Apparated
into the magical shopping district and began cursing, wounding and killing
patrons.� The bulk of the attack seemed
to be around Gringotts where several of the Dark Lord�s followers attempted to
break into the bank.� A few had
succeeded, killing many goblins in the process.�
However, the Aurors were soon on the job, fighting the hooded thugs, and
stopping the attempted robbery of the bank.�
The Aurors were not alone, however, for a group of citizens were out
fighting with as much skill as the trained Ministry professionals.� And it does not surprise the Daily
Prophet� one bit that our Chosen One,
Harry Potter, was also seen on the impromptu battlefield, fighting with as much
heart and courage as we know the young man to have!� Especially since we have received reports
that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named was present for the battle as well.��

But
all the efforts to stop the criminals may have come too late.� Many patrons lost their lives, including
members of the Ministry, that brave group of citizens, and we believe, our
sixteen year old hero, Harry Potter.� The
pile of bodies are still being sorted through at time of press, so no names of
the victims have yet been released.� But
we at the Daily Prophet do believe that if our Boy Hero has fallen, that next
to his body is that of the Dark Lord, giving Britain�s wizarding world its
freedom.

Please turn to page 7 for Tabitha Taylor�s
ideas of a Hero�s Burial for our Chosen One.

Cho was numb as she sat up
straight and looked over at the Gryffindor table as Hermione, Ron, and Ginny
just finished reading the article as well.�
She couldn�t feel anything, she couldn�t hear anything, but she watched
Hermione bury her face in Ron�s chest, and watched Ginny shaking almost
violently before she got up and ran out the Great Hall.� Cho only just saw Cormac get up from the
table to chase after Ginny, before she noticed that she too, was shaking.� Her hand held her spoon and Cho watched the
silverware vibrating on the table.� Soon
the Ravenclaw could not even see that anymore as her eyes clouded with
tears.�

Suddenly, Cho was yanked to the
side and through the unshed tears she could see Terry speaking to her.� A million miles away, she heard him.� �CHO,� he repeated through gritted
teeth.� �Come up stairs with me�to help
me�find my�Herbology essay. YES?�� Terry
nodded pointedly, staring her in the eyes intently.

Cho imitated the nod and felt
herself being forced, though made to look casual, up from her seat.� Terry walked with her laughing loudly about
something Cho couldn�t hear or understand as he kept his arm around her
shoulder.� The seventh year barely saw
the halls she was being rushed through, only able to see Harry holding her at
her House door the night he left.� She
barely saw the eagle knocker Terry was speaking too, only seeing Harry�s face
covered in her hair when she found him in her bed the Monday morning they were
too sick to be together.� And Cho barely
noticed herself being dragged up the Ravenclaw boys� staircase because her mind
only saw her and Harry kissing as they had sex in the corridor the morning he
read that article about his godfather.

�It�s okay now, Cho,� she heard
Terry say as they sat on his bed in his empty bedroom.

Cho could see the pain in Harry�s
eyes that day and all the pain she was presently feeling came tumbling
out.� In one second, Cho�s face was wet
with tears, her arms were around Terry�s neck, and she was practically
screaming into his chest.� �HE�CAN�T BE,
TERRY!� HE JUST�CAN�T!� HE�S�FINE�HE IS�HE�� HE CAN�T�DO THIS TO ME�NOT NOW!� I�HE�� Cho sniffed hard and swallowed.� �If he just�came back�I promise�I won�t�argue
with him anymore�I promise�he can�do whatever he wants�I�d kiss him,
Terry!� I would!� He wouldn�t have to�beg, I just would!� PLEASE TELL ME HE�S NOT GONE, TERRY!� SAY IT, TERRY! SAY IT!� she yelled through
tears, her hands balling Terry�s sweater up.�
�Please�� Cho begged before dissolving solely into tears and incoherent
cries on his chest

It was testament to their
friendship that Terry simply held his crying friend and didn�t question her as
she wailed and mumbled in turn about an obvious secret well through their
breakfast period.

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