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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: Sorry, half a sleep when I posted!lol� �Warning:�
Some repetition.� Psyche�s
breaking down even further.� Purebloodprince,
thanks for the review.� Sorry, I�m
disappointing you too right now, but that�s a method to my madness, or theirs rather!LOL� However,
I�m glad to know there�s another major Harry/Cho fan out there.� This story is for all three of us!LOL� PerfesserN,
thanks too for reading and reviewing!� A
happy ending for these damage souls?�
Let�s hope.� I can see why there
shouldn�t be.� As for your reference to
Plutarch, I admit that I don�t know that at all really, but I must say that
would seem to fit Cho perfectly!

Chapter 26 -
Crumbling

�May I just say once more how extraordinary you look
tonight, Cho?� Cormac beamed as they stood outside of a door buzzing with music
and conversation.� He had complimented
her all way from her Tower door to the one they presently stood in front
of.� His eyes had roamed her body in a
gentlemen-like fashion, to a not-so-gentlemen-like fashion all in the course of
five flights of stairs.� Cho knew had it
been Harry eyeing her so intensely, her loins would have been on fire.� Then again, if it were Harry eyeing her so
intensely, they would never have made it to the buzzing door.

Stop thinking about
him!� Just not�tonight! she told
herself.

�Thank you, once again, Cormac,� Cho said, her cheeks
hurting from holding her fake-for-Cormac�s-sake smile for those five
flights.� Half way through the party, she
decided she would place a numbing charm on cheek muscles just to get through
the rest of the evening.

His hand suddenly glided down her back until it rested on
the small of it.� �I�d�loved to see what
you look like underneath it,� he whispered, his voice husky with desire.� Cho swallowed the bile that rose in her throat,
and clenched her fists to keep from punching him in the face.� �But I know I�m not lucky enough to be able
to take it off you�yet,� he said in mock self-pity, however, his smile
suggested otherwise.� The Ravenclaw was
sure she�d be sick at any moment.� But it
was her heart that hurt even more at his words.�
Someone else had been meant to take the dress off of her that evening.

�Yes, well, shall we go in, then?� she suggested quickly,
grabbing the doorknob and nearly knocking him in the face with the swinging
door�by accident.

The moment the seventh years walked into the party, Cho told
herself not to look for her heart ache.�
The room, however, was very distracting much to her appreciation.� The crowd was large, with students of
different years, and students from years passed.� There was also a slew of haughty looking
adults mixed in with the teachers who were invited, and of course, Professor
Slughorn.� Through the semi filled
dancing area, Cho could see a table with refreshments of all kinds, many with
Christmas themes.� The music was
classical, but as her and Cormac took a few steps further in, the tempo changed
to something more modern and many of the students filled the floor.

�Care to dance?� Cormac asked with a smile.

Cho was surely not in the mood for dancing at a party.� How absurd a suggestion?� �No, thank you.� Maybe the next one,� she turned him down
graciously.� �Perhaps we can have
some�refreshments in the mean time?� she suggested hopefully, giving them a
reason to not be so close to together and distract them from talking by
shoveling food into their mouths.� Hope someone was sensible enough to spike
the punch! Cho thought.

As they made their way to the snack table, Cho felt many
eyes on her.� Being a popular girl, she
was use to it; being a girl in a pretty dress she was use to it since all the
girls were looking at each other to see what they were wearing.� But another set of eyes were boring into her
as well.� Cho hadn�t seen the source of
those eyes, but the moment she stepped near the table, their owner stood
up.�

The Ravenclaw locked eyes with Harry who had been sitting on
a sofa near the refreshment table with Ginny, Ron and Hermione.� His best friends were sitting closely
together, though looking oddly shy.� They
were both speaking animatedly to the redhead fifth year in her lime green
dress, trying desperately to avoid each other.�
Harry stood up, unnoticed by them, in his army green dress robes.� Cho thought he looked handsome.� She loved his eyes, so the green material
complimented them well.� However, the
gorgeous green behind his glasses were still streaked with red and didn�t
compliment how otherwise handsome he looked in his robes.� Swiftly, Cho turned away from her heart ache
to look at her stomach ache, Cormac.�
Immediately she plastered on her fake smile, if not for his sake,
Harry�s, and if not for Harry�s sake, her own.�

This was going to be a long night for the Ravenclaw.

Later on when Harry had been accosted by Slughorn to meet a
bunch of people he didn�t seem interested in, Cormac had finally convinced the
seventh year girl to dance.� It was the
only time Cho saw Harry and Ginny on the dance floor after he broke away from
the adults.� This didn�t surprise the
Ravenclaw.� Everywhere Cho and Cormac had
gone inside the room, Harry would conveniently be near by.� Sometimes Ginny, Ron or Hermione would be
with him, sometimes not.� She wished they
stayed more attached to their best friend; Cho felt safer�for Cormac when they
were with him.

The second ballad Cho agreed to dance with her date made the
Ravenclaw regret her decision instantly.�
It was an extremely slow song which caused many of the students around
them to press their bodies against their partners.� Cormac made sure to pull his girlfriend
close, while Cho made sure to keep her boyfriend�s growing erection off her
belly.� However, the Gryffindor seemed
set on making her feel his manhood as he grinded his pelvis lightly against her
and smiled slyly.� Cho swallowed the bile
in the throat and smiled briefly.� She couldn�t
look at him anymore or she was sure her Butterbeer would come up, so she turned
her head to the side and rested it on Cormac�s chest.� There, her eyes met the green she missed, the
green she wish she could forget.

Harry was doing some form of dancing with Ginny that
consisted of him holding her close enough to eye the Ravenclaw over her
shoulder, while Ginny gently swayed them to the rhythm.� Cho knew she should look away from her
assailant, but she couldn�t help to stare back at him.� He did look just as miserable as Terry said
he did, and as miserable as she felt deep down in side.� But even still, the pretty girl let a tiny
part of her mind drift off into the fantasy that it was Harry holding her on
the dance floor and not Cormac.� She did
miss him after all.�

Cho missed the emerald gaze of the sixth year.� She missed his glasses on his slightly
crooked nose.� She missed his funny to
perfect shape of his lips.� She missed
his chin that she kissed the many times she couldn�t kiss his funny to perfect
lips.� She missed his unruly hair that
often was even more frazzled when they had sex.�
She missed his ears that she loved to nibble on, not to mention the
bronze column on his neck.� And she
missed the arms that were presently around Ginny.

Ginny! �Exactly!�
Not you, you pathetic little prat!�
Stop looking at him�

But it wasn�t the demand of herself that made her look
away.� Just as Harry�s green and red eyes
began to relax the more she watched him, Ginny decided it best to pull back and
kiss her boyfriend on his funny to perfect lips.� Cho gasped lightly before turning her head to
Cormac�s chest.

What were you doing
staring at him?� You bloody well asked
for that, didn�t you?

I�I�just miss
him.� It was�only looking�

Right, and you only
watched him kiss his girlfriend that he loves.�
Well done.

Cho didn�t get a chance to berate herself for very long,
however, as the distraction of the sick pocket in her stomach quivered
greatly.� Cormac raised her chin slowly
with his large, un-Harry like fingers. �The Gryffindor smiled at her before lowering
his mouth to hers.� The seventh year
tried her hardest to kiss the boy back properly, but the more she went through
the motions, the more difficult to keep her face from narrowing in disgust.

Luckily for Cho, there was yet another distraction.� Or was it unluckily?

�May we cut in?� Cho heard a surly voice say while Cormac�s
mouth was still stuck to hers.

The voice resonated in the Ravenclaw�s soul.� Fear, happiness, and contempt�for herself,
all flew through the girl in a matter of seconds as she released her mouth from
Cormac�s.� Harry�s green eyes were locked
on hers again as he all but dangled the redhead by the wrist in front of
Cormac.� But not to Cho�s surprise,
Ginny�s eyes were also locked on her.

�I�don�t�know about this, Harry,� Ginny said apprehensively,
looking from Cho to her boyfriend.

The fourth set of eyes in the mix were locked on Ginny, and
his were the only ones that wore a smile.�
�Why, Ginny, I�m gutted that you don�t wish to dance with me,� Cormac
said with a fake pout.� �Hurts my
feelings.�� The seventh year Gryffindor
lowered his head and exaggerated his pout until the fifth year giggled.

�Cormac, you�re such a little shit, aren�t you?� Ginny
derided him playfully, as she released her wrist from Harry and hit her friend
in the chest.� Cormac had Ginny in his
arms in no time as the two laughed and held onto each as they began to dance.

Before Cho could even gather herself from being so abruptly
released by Cormac and left on the dance floor, she felt her fingers
intertwined with a set she knew well.�
Harry didn�t even look at her as he pulled her through the crowd of
swaying bodies.� At the rate they were
going, Cho wondered if he would stop his walk to wherever as she began to see
the end of the dance floor and the door leading out.

�Harry!� she whispered loudly.� �Where are we�� But at her words, Harry stopped so abruptly
she nearly collided into him.� The
Gryffindor lowered his head and Cho could see his shoulders rise and fall as if
he needed to take a breath.� As he took
his breath, Cho took one as well when she noticed how hard she was clinging to
his hand.

Stay strong here,
Cho.� Remember you and Terry said you�d
both need�

But I thought my need
for strength was to not vomit at Cormac�s touch, not from being this close to�

No, that�s the bloody
strength you need everyday!

But Cho�s thoughts were interrupted once again that
evening.� Harry turned around with his
eyes already locked on hers.� Then, never
letting go of her hand he pulled her closer to him until their intertwined
hands rose over his shoulder while pulling her other arm up and over his other
shoulder as well.� Cho felt like a rag
doll in his hands as he connected her arms around his neck.� He then slowly glided his fingers down her
bare arms, across the straps of her dress and her exposed upper back.� Finally, they made their agonizingly slow
decent down her dress to the small of her back.�
The seventh year took a breath to gather herself from the feel of
Harry�s hands.� But the breath proved
detrimental because she took in a healthy whiff of his scent.� It had only been two days prior that she was
doing all she could get out of his grasp, now the Ravenclaw melted at his
slightest touch.� And when Harry�s strong
arms tightened around her slim waist, Cho was glad he was squeezing so hard he
was practically holding her up, because her knees began to weaken.

Harry�s head lowered toward her face and Cho thought for a
moment he�d be bold enough to kiss her in front of everyone.� But the Gryffindor bypassed her lips to kiss
her cheek and lowered his head on the side of hers.� Slowly, she heard him exhaled as if he had
been holding his breath the entire time.�
Cho couldn�t help but to get lost in the feeling of being held by him.� Her body recognized the heat of its partner
and it ached for him.�

She was safe.� There
would be no fighting him in front of everyone, and deep down inside she didn�t
want too.� This was a controlled
environment for Cho.� There were
different sets of eyes around them, including his girlfriend and
her�.Cormac.� Harry wouldn�t be foolish
enough to do anything in front of�

�You look absolutely beautiful tonight, Love,� he whispered
suddenly, holder even tighter.� She
noticed that the compliment meant more to her from Harry�s mouth then it did
from her own date.� The pretty girl tried
not to close her arms even more around his neck.� Soon, Cho felt lips on her skin again, closer
to her ear.� �I just wanted to��

�Harry, please,� Cho interrupted him quietly.� �Don�t�start�and cause a scene, please?�� The Ravenclaw knew she meant that for more
reasons then others being witnesses.� She
didn�t want to let go of him at the moment to argue or to run away.� Cho just needed to be held by her assailant;
just for a little while in a safe place.

Harry rubbed his large lightly calloused hand up and down
her back before holding his wrists to keep her in a tight grasp.� Cho thought briefly that maybe he had grown
so distraught over not being able to fuck her regularly, that his plan was to
squeeze the wind out of her.� But
instead, the Gryffindor just shook his head as best he could on the side of her
head, not wanting to lift it from her face.

�I�won�t, Love,� Harry began, touching the skin of her upper
back and gently fingering a loose tendril, while holding on strongly with the
other arm.� �Words�seem to make you
angry.� They make you want to�run away
from me.� So�I won�t speak.� I just want to�hold you.� Just want to be able to�breathe for a
moment�� he whispered in her ear and fell as silent as he promised.

She sighed sadly.� Why does he have to say such things to me?
Cho asked herself, melting in his arms.

It�s�power,
remember?� Some level of�control in his
life.

Well�why does he�have
to hold me�so tightly? she thought, dissolving even more so.� Maybe
Terry�s right about�

NO, HE�S NOT!� For God�s sakes, Cho, get a grip, will you?

As Cho fought with herself internally, still hoping to keep
herself from closing her arms even more so around his neck, she barely noticed
their dance.� They were barely dancing
was why.� As all the bodies near by
swayed, and couples kissed, included his two best friends sharing their very
first one without his knowledge, Harry simply held her on the dance floor.� Either it was his version of a slow dance or
he was going for the record of the longest upright hug in wizarding
history.� Cho wasn�t sure, but Cho also
didn�t care.

This would be her moment.�
Their motionless dance would be her stolen moment of sanctity.� It would be her way of calming the parts of
her body that wanted, if anything, too feel his energy, his heat, and his heart
beating through his dress robes onto her.�
She could crumble in his arms, well on her way anyway, and it would be
alright.� It was okay for her fingers to
lightly caress the nape of his neck, allowing the ends of his unruly hair to
tickle her finger nails.� It was all
right to enjoy to gentle extra squeeze she received from him when his skin
rippled with goose bumps at her touch.�
It was safe for Cho to let herself go at that moment, getting lost in
everything Harry, because she knew being in that crowd of eyes and girlfriends
and boyfriends she could resist everything else.�

There would be no soft kisses to his neck and chin, giving
him the hint that she wanted more.� There
would be no guiding of his hands to more personal areas of her body and moaning
in pleasure when kneading them.� There
would be no whispering of naughty things she would like him to do to her, or
that they had already done together.�
There would be no sly smiles, batting eyelids, or simply dropping to her
knees and coating his dick with her warm saliva.� Yes, the Ravenclaw knew Cormac and Ginny
would not appreciate that particular bit very much.

Then again, that wouldn�t be so bad, Cho thought.� Not the act of fellatio exactly, though she
missed sucking him, but for some form of physical closeness with the Gryffindor
in front of everyone�especially Ginny.�
Cho knew that if she were to kiss Harry at that very moment, in their
very moment, he wouldn�t resist her right away.�
By the time he would even consider pulling away, she knew Ginny or
ANYONE else would see the Boy-Who-Lived kissing a girl that was not his
Gryffindor Princess.� The said Princess
would, of course, dump her Boy Wonder.�
And Cho would be there to pick up the pieces�as she had been all term,
paying her dues to be the one in his arms, and earning her right to be the one
he loved.

Don�t be stupid, Cho!� She�ll
forgive him and he�ll be back in her arms
in no time�

Cho sighed in the Gryffindor�s arms.� Well�he�s
in my arms now, isn�t he?

And this is the closes
you�ll get to feel�

Like he is actually
mine, she thought, then allowed her hand to roam up into his head,
fingering his raven tresses.

That�and most
importantly�he�s not in Ginny�s arms for a moment in my life!

Her arm finally won out over her mind and tightened around
his neck.� The bodies that had been
extraordinarily intimate in the past, clung to each other and barely swayed to
the music.� His warm breath gently
caressed her jaw and neck as his arms crossed behind her and palmed her slender
waist.� There were no two bodies on the
dance floor wrapped so intimately together as Harry�s and Cho�s.� The Ravenclaw wasn�t aware of that being so
lost in Harry, however, she knew one thing for certain:

I could stay like this
forever�

That was until the music stopped, or rather when she noticed
that the music stopped.� The sudden
absences of melody and rhythms, sprinkled with the movement of bodies
separating around them, made the seventh year opened her eyes and enter back
into reality.� However, her dancing
partner was unaware of the absence of such things.� Or at least, he didn�t care as he continued to
hold his victim tightly.� Regardless, Cho
knew better.� She also knew that her
moment of sanctity should end before it caused even more damage.� The Ravenclaw knew that her crumbling in his
arms, in his scent, in his world, even for a little while longer, would result
in bad decisions, weak moments, and wrong ideals about her resolution to stay
away from him.

Taking a breath for strength, Cho slid her arms as best she
could to Harry�s chest.� �Thanks for the
dance,� she whispered, then pushed gently against him to pull out of his vice
grip.� And a vice grip it was, for as Cho
managed fives inches away from his body, Harry�s strong hands pulled her back
into place.� Something in the back of her
mind told her this would happen.� She
knew she shouldn�t have melted so easily in his arms.� �Harry�� she whispered, �the song�is
over.� Please�� But as Cho began her next sentence, the music
started up once more.�

�One more,� he demanded quietly more than asked.

The next song was also a ballad, but not as slow as the
first.� It definitely didn�t require
dancing partners to be so extraordinarily close.� But that didn�t seem to matter to the Boy
Hero as he held his victim.� The victim,
however, was not happy with him or herself.�
The three-way split was at work again, and Cho wanted nothing more than
to kick him in the groin and run, stay locked in his arms, then slam her own
head into a wall.� �Harry�� Cho whispered
in protest to him and herself, trying to push again against his chest.

�Please, Love?� Harry begged, tightening his grip around her
waist even more.

Cho looked to side, mostly to get away from Harry�s red and
green gaze, to see if she could locate Cormac and Ginny.� She couldn�t.�
They were no where near the door of the party room; Harry had dragged clear
across the dance floor.� Still, that
wouldn�t stop the Ravenclaw for using her excuse.� �I�m sure Ginny and Cormac will be looking
for us shortly.� I�m certain��

�Then I�ll tell them one more,� Harry replied evenly, as
they actually swayed to the music.�

Cho met his eyes and she could see the pain mixed with
subtle anger.� �But Harry�they may get
the wrong idea considering that Ginny already thinks��

�I don�t give a damn what they think, Cho!� he said
forcefully, quietly, while pressing her more against him.

The Ravenclaw was irritated at his statement.� �You don�t give a damn about what they think
or anyone else, then why the hell aren�t I�� she stopped herself from
verbalizing �you�re date tonight, and
every other night�

�What?� Harry asked, with as much irritation as she
had.� �Why the hell haven�t I dragged you
off yet? �Believe me, Love, I�ve been
watching the door to this place since I brought you over here!�

To an extent, Cho appreciated the quiet argument they were
having.� The crumbling she had been
experiencing a few minutes before, was slowly becoming a thing of the
past.� �And you don�t think anyone would
notice us, YOU especially, disappearing so suddenly?� And it wouldn�t occur to Cormac and Ginny,
wherever they are, to come out into the hall to see you dragging me up the
staircase or into an abandon classroom so you may get off?�

The pain mixed with subtle anger in his eyes, added
something she�d seen a lot again lately.�
The manic chuckle she had experienced when he followed her back to Ravenclaw Tower returned as well.� �I hadn�t any intentions of taking you anywhere
in the castle,� he said casually with a slightly deranged grin.� �I was thinking of taking you straight out
the main doors and��

Cho sighed.� �To
Professor Hagrid�s hut, then?� You don�t
think that would be��

�Off the grounds and out the bloody gates!� Harry
interjected, finishing his original sentence.

The seventh year was shocked as she watched the words come
out of her disturbed assailant�s grinning lips.�
The Ravenclaw pushed a little harder with her arms against his chest,
and the Gryffindor squeezed his arms a little tighter around her waist in
response.� �Wh-what do you mean�off the
grounds, Harry?� Wh-where would you�take
me?�� He was beginning to scare her, and
she was beginning to scare herself when something deep inside cheered for the
opportunity.

Harry casually shrugged his shoulders as if it were a sane
request and simple question.� �Dunno,
Beautiful.� Just away from here�from
everyone�and most importantly, from�him.�
Give me some time to convince you to love�� he paused for a moment and
swallowed, �being with me again.�

Cho narrowed her eyes him.�
�Who said I �loved� being with you?�
Can�t very well say I loved it more than I had no choice in the matter,
can you?� she said, lying and telling the truth at the same time.� The Ravenclaw had loved being with Harry, too
much so it would seem.� But she also
didn�t have a choice as his possessiveness wouldn�t allow her to be intimate
with anyone else, unless they didn�t want to see the next day.

�You were�� Harry began, he paused as his disturbing grin
disappeared, ��happy with me.� I made you
happy, Love.� You didn�t want to�share
me, remember?� I��

The seventh year�s heart was racing over his truthful
words.� She had been happy with him.� And she didn�t want to share him.� That was until reality set in.� Cho had no choice but to share.� And he�ll have to too.� �I suppose I�ll be�happy with Cormac now,
won�t I?� Cho tried to say with tenacity, for his sake as well as her own.� �Well�soon at least�� she mumbled the last
part hopefully, looking down toward his bow tie.

Suddenly, she felt his fingertips dig into her sides causing
her to hiss and look into his eyes.� Cho
saw the pain, anger, and slight bit of lunacy become even more pronounced, if
possible, in the eyes she loved.� She
felt all three of those emotions at that moment as well, but she knew they
weren�t as blatantly noticeable as in the emerald gaze upon her.� Instead, another section of the pretty girl�s
mind shut down.

The red and green eyes penetrated her skull as they always did,
until their owners suddenly buried his face into her neck.� �No!� he whispered with the tenacity she
didn�t possess earlier.� His arms lifted
from her lower back, and closed tightly around her shoulder blades.

The confusion as to why he said �no� so suddenly wasn�t
strong enough to distract the seventh year from the pending tears that were
filling her ducts.� It seemed the more
Harry squeezed her, the more the lump in her throat grew.� The more that grew, the more she wanted to
stay in his arms for comfort.� The more
she wanted to stay, the more she hated herself.�
�Let me go, Harry...� Please�� she
begged his shoulder quietly, requesting it for more reasons then her present
need for release from his grasp.

�I�can�t,� he whispered desperately into her neck.

I can�t either, Harry,
Cho thought.� That�s why�you have too.

The tears glazing her pretty brown eyes, Cho pushed with all
her might against the Golden Boy, freeing herself, at least physically, from
him.� She felt his hands reaching for her
shoulders but she quickly darted into the crowd and away from him.� Or so she thought.

�Cho!� Harry called out for her.� The Ravenclaw didn�t stop or respond, she
just hoped to see Cormac or Ginny soon in her escape.� She couldn�t find them but did bump into the
refreshment table.� Quickly, she grabbed
a napkin and dabbed her eyes, knowing her assailant would be upon her shortly,
and not wanting him to see her cry.� Cho
was able to clear the spilling ones away, and had to will the rest back as she
felt a familiar hand turning her around by her shoulder.� �Come with me, Love,� Harry begged, reaching
for her hand and intertwining their fingers.

�No, Harry!� Cho said, trying unsuccessfully to pull her
hand away.� �Why on earth��

�Please!� he nearly shouted.�
�I�I just want to�talk to you.� I
promise,� Harry said, his eyes red, green, and wild, �just to talk.�

The Ravenclaw wished the Gryffindor would walk away from
her, or at least, another set of them come to interrupt them.� Where were Cormac and Ginny, anyway?� �How stupid do you think I am, Harry?� Besides, I can�t.� Not�tonight, obviously,� she answer.

Harry just watched her for a moment and Cho wondered what
was going through his mind.� When he
suddenly yanked his hand away from hers, she was truly surprise and
confused.� �So�tonight�s the night then,
is it?� he asked angrily.

The confusion pushed the tears back down, for that she was
grateful.� �Tonight is the�what are you
on about now?� she asked.

�The night you sle�give that sodding bastard what is rightfully
mine!� You said that�couples�plan these
things,� he growled.� �So you�ve plan
too�this evening, then?�

Cho hadn�t a clue how he came to that conclusion.� But he was angry enough not to touch her, so
it couldn�t be a bad thing.� �That�s none
of your concern if is tonight, is it?� she asked, irritably but quietly as a
few heads nearby turned their attention to the feuding popular girl and boy.

Harry had gone stone silent as he watched the Ravenclaw girl
do all she could to keep an angry gaze.�
A painfully slow minute past in that manner and Cho wondered again what
Harry was thinking or contemplated doing.�
But when the slow song they argued in ended and bodies began to part,
she found out.

The seventh year hadn�t even seen him coming.� It was only when she felt his lips on hers
that she realized she was being kissed.�
It was only when the next song began to play that she realized she was
being kissed at a party in a room full of people.� And it was only when he released her cheek
and lips that she realized she had been kissed in a room full of people by
Harry, not Cormac, Slughorn, or the Giant Squid, but Harry Potter.

Cho�s fingers instantly touched her lips and she quietly
gasped.� She had forgotten to slap him as
she normally would have, the shock being far too strong.� �H-Harry?� she whispered slowly in surprise,
her eyes darting around the room as Harry stared at her.� Cho�s heart ached very strongly at that
second as she wondered if that had been her moment, their moment that would
change everything.� Surely it would with
all the eyes around�

The red, green, and wild gaze that was boring into her,
turned briefly up toward the ceiling.�
�Mistletoe,� he said evenly, pointing upward before turning around and
walking away.

It felt as though Cho had been punched in the chest rather
than kissed just seconds ago.� Her heart
that was only just beating hard in anticipation, began to take on a rhythm that
seemed accented with sharp talons plunging into her chest cavity.� She had played herself for a fool in less
than two minutes.� Foolishly, Cho allowed
herself to believe that Harry�s bold kiss in the middle of the party meant
something, when it hadn�t.� No tears fell
as the Ravenclaw stood very still, though her insides yelled, screamed, and
moaned in excruciating pain.� But it
wasn�t enough for Cho.� She wanted
desperately to claw at her chest and retrieve the broken muscle that hung in
her forever broken soul.� At least, she
wanted to claw at her chest.� The seventh
year wanted external pain.� She wanted to
see blood on her skin to punish herself again for being so stupid about
Harry.� But Cho wanted to feel it unlike
the last time she punished herself by scratching her arms the day after Harry
told Ginny he loved her and didn�t like Cho.

In less than an hour, another part of the Ravenclaw�s mind
shut down.

�There you are, Cho!� said a voice from the side of
her.� Cormac stood in front of her and
touched her arm, but she couldn�t feel it.�
�I was�uh�looking for you.� Care
to dance?�

The Ravenclaw only just focused on the eyes of the handsome
seventh year at his last words.� Only her
skin was numb as everything ached inside.�
But her vocal chords were beginning to feel the effects as well.� �No�uh, Cormac.� Actually, I�d�rather call it a night, if you
don�t mind,� Cho said slowly, numbly, dazedly.�
�You�stay�have a good time.�
I�ll�see you tomorrow.�

His hands were on her shoulders, but she still couldn�t feel
them.� �Jiao, are you all right?� he
asked with concern.

No.� I won�t�ever be�

Cho nodded and attempted to show her fake-for-Cormac�s-sake
smile.� Her cheek muscles wouldn�t allow
it.

�I�ll walk you back to your House, then,� Cormac said.� Cho opened her mouth to protest, but was
thwarted.� �No, I insist.� Come on.�

The walk to her House was a quiet one, at least on her
end.� Cormac talked about the party, the
music, the people he met, even the mistake one of Slughorn�s guest made in
assuming that Ginny was his girlfriend.�
Cho didn�t see her boyfriend smiling particularly bright at that
story.� All she thought about was Harry;
how much she hated him, how much she loved him, how much she hated her own self
because of him.� And briefly she thought
of the wizarding world that had placed her in this situation; that had broken
her heart, that had placed Harry on a pedestal that she was being beaten
with.� It was their fault too.�

And in her daze of everything Potter, it took her awhile to
realize again that she was being kissed.�
She couldn�t feel Cormac�s lips or tongue, she couldn�t taste him, and she
couldn�t care less as she went through the motions by her House door.� In the empty corridor on the fifth floor, Cho
was tongued and groped thoroughly by the Gryffindor.� Cormac squeezed her breast through her dress,
grinded his erection against her numb body, and sucked on her neck marking her
as his.� He was so aggressive for the one
moment Cho care to think about what he was doing, she thought maybe he was on
the same page as Harry thinking he was going to have sex with her that
night.� The Gryffindor boys couldn�t be
any more wrong.� The thought alone made
the bile push through Cho�s aching throat.�
All she knew at the moment was that if his hands touched her underwear,
she�d stop him.� Other than that, he
could do what he felt like, she couldn�t feel a thing.

After she was released from her molestation, Cho heard
Cormac say something with the words, �beautiful�, �good�, and �night� before he
walked away.� In her madness of numb and
pain, the Ravenclaw gave the answer to the riddle and walked inside her empty
common room.

�Cho?� she barely heard someone say as she walked toward her
staircase.� �Hey, how did it�� Bloody hell, mate,� Terry said looking over
Cho worriedly.� �You look wretched.�

The sight of Terry was the only moment Cho felt like she could
release the tears she held back for the last hour.� But she didn�t.� She just couldn�t cry anymore.� �Thanks,� the seventh year answered quietly.

�What happened?� Terry asked, taking her hand and guiding
her over to their Couch of Comfort.� He
literally had to sit his friend down on the sofa as she seemed too stiff to
move.� �Tell me��

Cho watched her friend�s eyes for a moment in silence.� He would understand, she knew that and was
grateful for it.� �I�wasn�t very strong
tonight, I suppose,� she answered evenly, lowering her head toward her lap.

�I�see,� Terry said sympathetically, �did�Potter do that to
your neck, then?�

The seventh year lifted her head and touched her neck.� She wasn�t aware that anything was
there.� �No.� Is there something there?� If so, it wasn�t�him.� The marks he left�are inside.� Forever and permanently inside,� Cho mumbled,
then sighed.� �Cormac must have done it
in the corridor just now.� I suppose I
didn�t notice, or care; one or the other.�

Terry sighed this time, rubbing her shoulder.� �I�m sorry you�ve had such a shitty evening,
Cho.� But look at it this way, mate:� One day and a half!� We�ll be free for almost two weeks.� Should be bloody fucking brilliant!�

For the first time that evening, Cho smiled a genuine smile.� Terry had that effect on her and she was
thankful for that.� �Yes, it should
be.� We both need it, don�t we?� she
said.

The sixth year nodded.�
�Yeah�and both nearly didn�t have it,� he said out the side of his
mouth.

Cho narrowed her eyes at her friend.� �What do you mean?� What happened tonight, by the way?�

Terry took a deep breath and looked away from his
friend.� �Well�� he told the feet of
Rowena Ravenclaw, �he�asked me to�stay for holiday break, here in the
castle.� Said he�d write home to tell his
mum that he�s decided it best to stay on this Christmas.� Told me to do the same to my folks��

Cho was shocked.�
Considering everything going on outside of the school grounds, the idea
of not spending time with family seemed asinine to the girl.� But it was also shocking that Draco hadn�t
spoken to Terry at all since his confession and now, he wanted to spend an
entire eleven days with him, alone.� �And
you�turned him down?� Cho asked, also shocked.�
She thought her friend�s fortitude toward the Slytherin was not that
strong.

But there sat a beaming Terry.� His chest puffed out with pride.� �I did!� he said haughtily.� �And you should have seen how fast I ran out of
there after that!� he laughed.� �One more
deep longing look into those silver eyes, and I would have been a goner!�

Cho giggled, and she could actually feel it.� �Well, I�m proud of you, Terry.� You are a much stronger person than me.� A day and half can not come quick enough,�
she said, solemnly.

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Breakfast that Sunday was an act of staying connected to her
body and mind.� Cho�s could no longer
process too much of anything.� Her mind
had shut down in different places and it caused her body to go numb and her to
think of horrible, painful things.� The
aching in her body seemed all attributed to her heart.� Its pain radiated through her entire
being.� But there was a defense.� Staying by and talking solely too Terry kept
the Ravenclaw girl giggling, smiling, and the ability to feel some parts of her
broken soul.� The two had plan to not
leave each other�s side that Sunday, or the following Monday morning to
Hogsmeade and the train.� They were a
team.

Having that team feeling, didn�t help the seventh year feel
as though eyes weren�t watching her.� But
she had to admit, it didn�t feel as strong.�
She glanced behind her to the Slytherin table and saw a distraught
looking Draco Malfoy watching her and Terry.�
She intended not to let Terry know, though he always reported Harry�s glares
at her.� Oddly, she hadn�t gotten one
report that morning, which she figured was on purpose and which is why she
wasn�t going to tell him about Draco.�
But without the reports, and the fact that there was no strong feeling
of being watched intently, curiosity set in for the Ravenclaw mind.

Only peek, that�s it,
she forewarned herself.� And make it quick.

Cho only glanced, not wanting to make eye contact with her
heart ache.� But when she did look, she
received the answer to why that feeling hadn�t been as strong as usual.� Harry was sitting a seat away from what he
was actually watching intently; Cormac.�
The sixth year�s green eyes were narrowed on his seventh year housemate
who was laughing and talking to his friends.�
Harry�s group seemed oblivious to his angry glare at the other boy, as
Ginny, Ron and Hermione were in deep discussion about the new couple of Ron and
Hermione.� However, Cho noticed and she
seemed the only seventh year in the mix to have.

A strange feeling began to creep into the pain-stricken
bones of the pretty girl.� She didn�t
like the look on Harry�s face.� Then she
saw the dark wood of his wand come up from under the table, and she stopped
breathing for a moment.� She let it go
again, however, when she saw him place the magical stick on the table, all
while keeping his eyes on an oblivious Cormac.�
The placement of his wand on the table didn�t make the Ravenclaw feel
any less anxious.� Especially when she
saw Harry�s eyes narrow even further suddenly, and his lips purse tightly
together.

�Terry?� Cho called quietly, suddenly, keeping her eyes on
the Gryffindor.

�Yeah, mate?� Terry answered, leaning closer to her.

�You�have to help me,� she said quickly, anxiously, eyes
still staying forward.

Terry followed her eye line.�
�For which one?� he asked in confusion, not sure what he was looking at.

Cho was silent for a moment until a twitch in Harry�s face
told her to react.� �Both!� Come on!� she said, standing up quickly and
yanking him to his feet.

Cho knew her assailant pretty well it would seem, because
the moment she got Terry to his feet, ready to pull him down the aisle, Harry
leaped toward an unsuspecting Cormac.�
Cho and Terry ran as the entire Great Hall gasped at the sudden actions
of the Boy Hero.� The Ravenclaws couldn�t
get around the tables quick enough as Cho only saw Harry�s arms retracting back
and forth toward the floor.� The sounds
of punching and screaming filled the hall.

Cho pushed through the crowd that began to form around the
fight as she heard Harry, Ginny, Hermione, and Cormac yelling.

�HARRY, STOP IT!� WHAT
ARE YOU DOING?� yelled Ginny.

�POTTER�GERROFF�ME�YOU�POMPOUS�LITTLE�FUCK!� spat Cormac
through his bloody mouth.

�HARRY, FOR GOODNESS SAKES, STOP IT THIS INSTANT!� yelled
Hermione.

�YOU SON OF A BITCH, BASTARD!� IF YOU EVER PUT YOUR FUCKING HANDS ON HER
AGAIN, I�LL RIP THEM CLEAR OFF YOUR BODY AND SHOVE THEM DOWN YOUR FUCKING
THROAT!� Harry yelled, laying purposeful blows on the seventh year boy.

�HARRY!�� It was Cho�s
turn to chime in.� �STOP IT, PLEASE!�

Finally, Cormac was able to get proper punch in that cracked
Harry�s glasses in two.� He also managed
to lay one in the Boy Hero�s stomach causing him to double over
momentarily.� Cho saw Cormac�s fist
clench and look set to collided with Harry�s temple and she reacted.� Leaping forward, she pushed Harry out of the
way, feeling Cormac�s fist collide with her ribs instead.� The pretty girl screamed in a pain and shock.

�CHO!� Terry yelled finally reaching the fighting
circle.� He grabbed Cormac�s arms and Cho
winced in her pain while holding Harry back and her side.

Harry may not have had his glasses anymore, but he could see
Cho in excruciating pain.� His green
angry eyes wandered to her love-bitten neck as well.� This didn�t sit well with Gryffindor it
seemed, and he leapt at the seventh year boy once more.� �I FUCKING WARNED YOU, DIDN�T I?� he yelled,
before punching Cormac in the stomach.�

It took a hurting Cho and confused Ron to pull Harry off of
Cormac.� Ginny was yelling at Harry from the
floor next to Cormac, but Cho didn�t register anything she said through the
pain.� She did hear Cormac, however.

�What did you tell him, Ginny?� Bloody hell, Potter it was only a couple of
kisses!� the seventh year boy shouted through loosened, bloody teeth.� But Harry didn�t seem to register what Cormac
said as his wild eyes met Cho�s.

�What is the meaning of all this?� squeaked Professor
Flitwick, being the quickest and smallest to get through the large crowd.

Terry and Ginny helped Cormac to his feet.� �Potter, sir,� began Cormac, �he
just�attacked me for no good reason!�
Everyone saw it!� I didn�t provoke
him!� He�s mad, I tell you!�

�Is this true, Potter?� asked Professor McGonagall having
just gotten through the crowd herself.

Harry�s glassless eyes stayed focused on Cho.� �I had plenty good reason, Professor,� he
growled, but didn�t elaborate, though Cho knew the full answer.

�This is absolutely unacceptable, Mr. Potter!� scolded his
Head of House.� �If we were not going on
holiday break tomorrow, I would sentence you to a weeks worth of detention
straightaway.� As it is, you will not be
enjoying your holiday to the fullest.� I
will be assigning several assignments for you to complete while you are
away.� Now, Mr. McLaggen, I want you to
head straight to the Infirmary to be looked over.� Mr. Potter, you will also have to go, but I
want you to wait until Mr. McLaggen is already up there.� I do not wish to have any further incidents
in the corridor.� Is that understood?�

�Yes, ma�am,� Harry mumbled as Terry and Ginny began walking
the limping seventh year toward the doors

�Minerva, I do believe that because Mr. Potter�s wounds are
not as�well of the same caliber as he has placed on Mr. McLaggen, Miss Chang
could have a look at them.� Future brilliant
Healer, no matter her disciplinary record as of late,� squeaked her tiny Head
of House.

�If you are sure, Professor, I do not see any harm in
that.� I rather those two boys not cross
paths at all for awhile, especially not in Poppy�s domain,� said the Deputy
Headmistress.

�Very well.� Miss
Chang, if you would please escort Mr. Potter into the next classroom, I shall
be by shortly to check on the status,� said Flitwick.

Harry�s eyes never left Cho and she wondered had she been
truly forsaken to be giving such a task with a day left to her freedom.� It took a moment in her question to the
heavens to register a spell being said beside her.�

�Here you are, Harry,� said Hermione, handing him his newly
repaired glasses with an utterly confused look on her face.

�Thank you, Hermione,� Harry said evenly to Cho.� �Off we go, then?�

�I�ll come with you, mate.�
Don�t want you to have to be alone with�� began Ron eyeing Cho with
disgust.

�No, I�m fine, thanks,� Harry said too quickly.� �Be back shortly.�� With that, he grabbed Cho�s arm and pulled
her toward the Great Hall doors.

It didn�t surprise her that he pulled her into one of their
favorite quickie-during-meal-time classrooms.�
He didn�t saw word as he took off his shirt and sat on one of the desk
he had fucked her on in the past.� Cho
knew he didn�t need to take off his shirt, he had only received one blow to the
stomach and she could have lifted his shirt to check his stomach for that.� She knew she wished he hadn�t taken off his
shirt, because she wasn�t really strong enough to look at his body.

One day left,
Cho.� Just get this over with�

Also not uttering a word, the Ravenclaw took out her
wand.� Harry�s eyes were glued on hers,
but Cho broke eye contact to tend to his minor bruises.� Aiming her wand, she knew she was standing
much to far away from him to administer the healing charms properly.� Harry, obviously seeing it too, grabbed her
wrist and pulled her in between her legs.�
She didn�t need to be that close.

You can do this, Cho,
come on�

Her body knew what she could do too, feeling his heat so
close to her.� But the future Healer
ignored herself, and continued on.� Mistletoe, she thought and it was all
the strength she needed to carry on.

Tapping her wand to his swollen eye that was staring
fixatedly at her, she reduced the size and some of the coloring.� She healed his soft, bloody lip.� And she stopped the bleeding between his
eyebrows where his glasses snapped in half.�
Taking his glasses from his hands, she placed them back on his face.

�You should be fine now,� Cho said evenly, stepping out of
his legs.

As he had so many times the night before, Harry grabbed her
waist and pulled her back in.� �You�re
staying for holiday break,� he told her evenly, rather than asked.

Cho narrowed her eyes.�
�Excuse me?� she asked, placing her hands on his shoulders to keep
herself at a distance.

�You�re staying in the castle with me for holiday break,�
Harry said once more, just as evenly as before.

Cho couldn�t believe what she heard.� �The hell I am!� she nearly shouted,
pointlessly pushing harder on his bare shoulder.� �Besides, don�t you have to go home or to
Ginny�s so her mother may see the �happy couple�?�� Cho gasped lightly at her statement, knowing
that she hadn�t been told that by him directly and that she had gotten that
information from eavesdropping.

Harry narrowed his red, green, and wild eyes at her briefly,
before shaking his head lightly and continuing.�
�Well, I�ve changed my mind, haven�t I?�
I�m staying.�

�Well, I haven�t changed my mind, have I?� I may be going mad, but I�m not completely
nutters as of yet!� Cho retorted.

Harry considered her for a moment in silence, holding
tightly to her waist as she tried pushing away.�
That insidious smile he wore when half out his mind began to spread
across his lips.� The girl in his arms
became very nervous.� �I might be able to
change your mind, Love.�

�Not bloody likely.�
Please, Harry, I really need to go�� Cho pleaded.

�I happen to know why you�re in such a hurry to go,� Harry
began, interrupting her plea.� �And
believe me, Love, I�ll be heading McLaggen off in his path.� In fact, he won�t even get to his Gran�s
house outside of Edinburgh.�

Cho was thoroughly confused.�
�I don�t�know what��

�I know exactly where he lives.� And I haven�t any problem with paying him a
holiday visit, unbeknownst to him of course,� Harry said, then chuckled in the
manic way that chilled her bones.

Fear shot through the Ravenclaw.� �You�wouldn�t, Harry?� Cho asked, though she
already knew the answer.

�I wouldn�t?� Harry replied, indifferently.

She hated him.� He
wouldn�t even allow her her freedom to get her mind back on track, and get her
heart to at least stop aching at the sight of him.� Even still, Cho wished her hate for him was
stronger than her love.� But it
wasn�t.� She was trapped within herself
and within his arms.� And there was no
feasible way out.

�Please, Harry�� she began, lowering her head and set to beg
him for her freedom.

�Ah, there you two are!� squeaked Flitwick coming into the room.� Cho flew from Harry�s arms with ease.� �They�re in here, Albus!� he added, and the
Headmaster strolled in as well.

�Ah, Professor Flitwick,� began Harry, �I need to tell you
something.� Miss Chang is feeling rather
shy about asking this of you because of her behavior this year, but�� Cho shot Harry a look of death.� ��she would very much like to stay in the
castle for holiday break and she�s aware that it is last notice but��

The tiny professor gasped, and looked at his student.� �Miss Chang, how positively splendid!� This could not have come at a better moment!�
he beamed.

Cho was confused, angry, and confused.� �I�m sorry, Professor?�

The Charms Master stood next to her and held her hand,
patting the top of it gratefully.� �Well,
it just so happens that a first year, Eden Rashid, will be staying holiday
break also!� With it being his first
holiday away from home, I hate for him to have to be in the Tower all
alone.� There is only one other student
staying, and he is also a first year, but in Slytherin.� This would be an excellent way to make up for
your behavior this term.� It maybe a
might lonely around here but��

�Oh, and I�m staying too, Professor,� Harry chimed in
happily to the tiny teacher.

Professor Dumbledore turned a quizzical looked to the Boy
Hero.� �Harry, I�was not aware that you
were not planning on going to the Burrow.�
I thought it had already been sorted with the��

�Sorry, Professor,� Harry said, interrupting the Headmaster,
�but I think�it�s safer if I stayed in the castle.� And given the amount of detention assignments
I�m meant to received from Professor McGonagall, I�ll do better being here
where I can study in peace.� If
that�s�alright with you, sir?�

Cho hoped against hope that the old professor would not
allow Harry to stay.� She could stand
being away from her family for the holidays, but to be cooped up with her
assailant would surely drive her over the edge.

�Well�if you�re sure, Harry?� said the Headmaster
tentatively, and something else shut down in Cho�s brain.

�Absolutely, sir.�
Thank you,� beamed Harry.

Cho was numb, inside, outside, upside down; she couldn�t
feel a thing.� She wasn�t even sure she
was still in the room.� All she
registered was her body enclosed in an upright, tiny box-like area.� It took her a moment to realize the closed in
space was her own self.� And within her
own self, she felt her mouth unable to function.� Had it possessed its ability too, it would
open up and allow her to tell the room what Harry had done to her, and at least
his threat to keep her there.� But that
prison within herself keeping her mouth shut, was held a bay by something worse
than a Dementor at Azkaban; it was her heart.

In her numbness, she barely heard Flitwick say that he�d
contact her parents right away about her selfless service.� She hardly registered Dumbledore�s
conversation with Harry that only two teachers would be shifting at the school
for each day, since so very few students would be staying.� And Cho hardly noticed herself walking alone
to her Tower, and walking into her buzzing common room.

�Cho�Cho!� Terry said, and the Ravenclaw suddenly noticed
herself being shaken with her best friend standing in front of her.� �For goodness sakes�what�s wrong with
you?� Cormac�s alright, if that�s what
you�re worried about?� Ginny Weasley was
being an overbearing house mother in the Infirmary!� Madam Pomfrey had to ask her to leave!� Terry
said, and then laughed.

Cho nodded, not taking in too much of what he was saying.

�Come on, mate, it�s not so bad.� Day and a half, after all�� Terry said,
putting his arm around her shoulder, and giving her a squeeze.

The once comforting words, not longer had the same
effect.� She wanted to cry but she was
too numb to do so.� Instead, Cho
sighed.� �Day and a half�for you, Terry,
not�me��

Feeling ashamed, Cho looked away from Terry�s widening
eyes.� �Pardon me?� he barely asked out
loud in the busy common room.�

The seventh year watched the sixth year�s feet.� �I�m�staying�� she mumbled.

Terry tilted his head to the side as if to get her
attention.� He got her attention, Cho was
just to ashamed to look up.� �So you mean
to say,� he whispered, �that he�asked you to stay�and you said�yes�on purpose?� What are you playing at?�

�He didn�t ask, did he?� Cho mumbled once more.� �He just�� she trailed off.

�What do you mean �he didn�t ask�� Hang on�� Terry said, then paused.� Before Cho realized it, she was being dragged
by her wrist toward the boys� staircase.�
The sixth year Ravenclaw boys� dormitory was empty, much to the friends�
appreciation.� Terry promptly sat him and
his friend on his bed, and held her hands.�
�Now tell me what this is all about?�

Cho so very much wished she could.� She wished she could tell her best friend
that Harry had raped her on the Hogwarts Express, and several times
afterward.� She wish she could say that
she starting needing the sex, liking the sex, wanting her assailant.� She wished she could say that he was so
possessive over her, he wouldn�t allow her to touch anyone else, unless they
wanted some of their favorite body parts broken.� She wished she could say that he had been so
wonderful to her afterward that she felt sure he�� She wished she could say she was stupid
enough to fall in love with Harry, with everyone�s hero, with her rapist.� And now he was forcing her to stay when she
so desperately needed to get away.�

Actually, she could tell her best friend all those things;
she had the ability.� Peculiarly, she
knew for some reason, he wouldn�t be able to get passed the Hogwarts
Express.� Stranger still, she knew that
was the reason why she wouldn�t tell him anything.

�Cho?� Terry said when she hadn�t responded, lost in all the
things she wanted to say.

The pretty girl sighed.�
�I�m just�I�m staying, Terry.�
Let�s just�leave it like��

�No, Cho!� Terry said forcefully for once.� �I haven�t pressed you at all for any
information on what�s happening with you and Potter.� We haven�t discussed it in depth.� You�ve listened to moan and cry over Draco,
but you can�t open up to me about this?�

The one person that hadn�t caused her any pain, was now
hurting her feelings.� �Terry�� she
whimpered, swallowing hard at the lump in her throat.� �Please��
Her hand caught the word as she covered her face.

�Blimey, Cho, I�m sorry,� Terry apologized, pulling her into
a hug.� �How insensitive, I know.�� The seventh year didn�t cry on his shoulder,
but took several breathes to keep herself under control.� �You�don�t have to tell me a thing,
mate.� I just�hate to see you�so
miserable,� he said sympathetically.�
�You don�t seem�happy about staying�so�why would you?�� Cho only shrugged her shoulders when she had
no other way that she chose to respond.�
But she knew why she was staying; to keep Cormac�s appendages in tact.

You sure that�s the
only reason, Cho? asked that tiny voice she hadn�t heard in awhile.� No
control over your own life, it would seem�why have one�� The voice had spooked her once before, and
she did all she could not to hear it again.�
But it was back and Cho saw no feasible way to stop it.

�You know, Cho,� Terry began, as he pulled back and lifted
her chin.� Looking into her glazed eyes,
he sighed.� �You don�t�have to stay.� I mean�it�s not like he�s forcing you too��

Cho watched Terry for a moment, unable to speak.� Then she just turned over on misguided
friend�s bed and let herself cry into his pillow.�

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