Author's Note: I finished this chapter for quite awhile but I've had trouble typing it up. I'm very lazy if you can't tell! This chapter is about Quidditch- pretty much. And I couldn't help but put Draco Malfoy in there- he's a very hot character! Not much to talk about, except to warn you about that R-rated chapter in the VERY near future. *smirks* Probably next chapter, maybe the chapter after- mostly likely next chapter. And no, I haven't even started writing it! I was going to post this a month ago but I haven't had time between packing and all that good stuff that you do before college, esp. hanging out with your friends, etc. But here I am now in college- hopefully I could get my next chapter out soon. I might not have enough inspiration. Do you think there's a support group for HP lovers over here? LOL, I'd be the president. Hmmmmm- maybe now. ooh, what a good idea Mindy! A lot of what I'm thinking about my story now is a bit influenced from OotP- just a little. Like how Gryffindor and Slytherin played the first Quidditch match. And Ron and Cho's little conversation- I always thought that was funny, so I reenacted it for my story. But don't worry, I'm not following the OotP story line at all- just getting ideas from it. And I decided that since this story is ten-pages long, I HAVE to spilt it up like I did for the fourth chapter. I'll post the second part a week from now- sound good?
Rating (chapter 8): PG
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The Year After: Cho's Story
Chapter 8: Part 1- The First Snitch
It turned out that the Weasley twins did give Kiersten one of their prank candies. As Kiersten told Cho at dinner, after she had what looked like a simple orange toffee from George, she soon woke up on the green lawn with a purple toffee in her mouth and Fred, George, and Lee leaning over her, grinning.
Cho sniffled a giggle. She learned last year not to take anything from the twins, after being given a custard cream, which turned her into a temporary yellow canary.
Kiersten's crush for the twins, instead of lessening, only grew more as she went on how clever they were and so on.
The week before Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff's first Quidditch match went by faster than Cho would've wished. But the week was far better than her past weeks. She was regaining her confidence at each practice and even managed to catch the Snitch three times before practice ended Friday. She hadn't received anything less than an Acceptable on her papers as well, much to her relief.
Landon, who Cho believed was only slightly less relieved than Cho herself on her performance, beamed all throughout dinner and during the pre-game rally in the Ravenclaw Common Room. He soon ordered his team to bed early into the night before the sun set, a usual pre-game tradition for Ravenclaw.
As Cho was searching throughout her things to find her comb, her hand brushed across Cedric's yellow journal. She looked at it guiltingly. Ever since she started going out with Harry, Cho had completely forgotten about the journal. She picked it up slowly, as if afraid what the book might do to her. It wasn't that Cho had forgotten about Cedric- no, he still popped up in her mind occasionally, as if she forgot he was gone.
Another pang of guilt filled Cho's heart. She opened up the book to another random page and stared almost fearfully at what the journal was going to say. It was dated early December. Cho's eyes widened as she read.
'I asked Cho Chang to the Yule Ball at the beginning of last week. As soon as I heard I had to have a date to the Yule Ball, I knew that it had to be her and after looking around for her for quite awhile, I asked if I could have a word with her. She actually looked completely surprised and blushed a great shade of red when she said ok. I had thought she'd known all along that I liked her- nice to know that her best friend, Kiersten Jolie, could keep a secret! Asking Cho out- the completely unexpected task. If I had a choice, I'd go past that Chinese Fireball again. Turns out that Cho had quite a few other guys ask her out- lucky I did first. Right as I was coming down the stairs this evening to go to dinner, I caught a glimpse of the back of Cho's head. I was going to go over to talk to her, but she was already talking to someone in front of the Defense Against the Dark Arts room. As I noticed it was Harry, I curiously watched them talk- or rather, watched Harry sputter as Cho looked at him with a concerned look on her face. The poor guy! I realized that he was asking Cho to the Yule Ball too. I never realized that Harry had fancied Cho as well. Part of me feels guilty- Harry DID tell me about our first task and now I replay him by taking a girl he fancies to the Yule Ball? I have decided though, that I'd help Harry If I found anything about that bloody shrilly egg. I wouldn't give Cho up to him though- no, not even He-Who-Must-Not-Be- Named could make me give her up.'
Cho shuddered at Cedric's choice of words. Oh, if he had known what would happen to him in seven months time after he had written this entry. She felt tears well up in her eyes again as she put Cedric's journal safely away in her nightstand.
"Oh Ced, why did you have to be champion?" Cho muttered softly under her breath, tears finally spilling down on her nightgown.
She then heard distinct footsteps coming up the stairs and the sound of giggling. Cho hastily threw herself under her bed covers and turned herself away from the door just as Kiersten and Jessica walked in, giggling. "Oooh, shhh- Cho's asleep," she heard Jessica whisper.
But sleep was the last thing on Cho's mind. What if Cedric hadn't died- what if he had come back with Harry, very much alive and well? Would she still be with Cedric? Or would she be with Harry?
The winding question of who Cho would pick between Cedric and Harry wound around in her thoughts all night, even long after Adelyn and Tabitha returned to the dormitory late in the night. Exhausted by the heavy thoughts whirling in her head, Cho finally fell in a fitful sleep, accompanied with odd dreams of Cedric and Harry during the Triwizard Tournament.
Cho opened her eyes, her face in a heavy sweat as Kiersten peered over concerned. Cho pushed herself up on her elbows, looking around the room. Noone else except for them was awake.
"Are you ok, Cho?" asked Kiersten quietly, her face now lidded with fright as Cho fell back on her pillow. "You were muttering louder and louder in your sleep. Something about Harry, and then Cedric. I don't think you wanted the others to hear you."
"I'm-I'm fine," said Cho breathlessly, scrunching up her eyes and throwing her arms around her face. Cedric was still swimming around in her mind, lying on the ground, eagle-spread. Seemingly- dead. Kiersten sat down next to her, silent. Cho wiped her sweaty face and looked up at Kiersten, her own concerned face brightened by sunshine. "What time is it?" Cho muttered after awhile, groping for her wand.
"Quarter before seven," confirmed Kiersten. "You- hold on, breakfast isn't until awhile- Cho, where're you going?" For Cho had leapt out of bed and crossed over to her closet, in which hung her robes. She quickly changed into them and headed towards the bathroom to brush her teeth. "I'll see you at breakfast, Kiersten," was all Cho said before closing the door behind her.
As Cho came down the stairs to the Ravenclaw Common Room, noone was in sight. She wasn't surprised- everyone usually wasn't up until half past seven. Relieved that Landon suggested that they all left their brooms in the locker room after yesterday's practice, Cho strolled out from behind the statue of the Knight and just started walking. She didn't' care where, but she just felt like walking.
She whirled around, and with a heavy heart, saw Harry jogging towards her All she wanted to do was to be alone at the moment.
"What's wrong?" Harry questioned. He looked right at her with his bright green emerald eyes. "You're supposed to be getting more rest before the match. Why are you up so early?"
"I-just-fancied a walk," Cho heard herself respond with dead quietness in her voice.
Harry looked at her quizzingly. "Well, I'm going up to the Owlery myself- come with me?" Even though he asked this as a request, Cho knew from his eyes that it was a statement.
They walked silently next to each other, towards the Owlery Tower.
"Cho, what's up?"
"Nothing," she replied quickly, her mind still on the odd dream she had. Cho tried to change the subject by glancing down at the letter in Harry's hand. "Who are you sending a letter to, Harry?" she asked curiously, cocking her head to the side to try to make out the name on the envelope.
He slid his hand over the name. "My godfather," he said simply.
Cho found this to be new news. "Godfather? Is he a wizard?" Harry nodded. "But I thought you lived with your Muggle relatives."
"I do- my godfather just has too much going on for me to be living with him now," responded Harry casually as they reached the stone staircase of the Owlery tower.
Harry had said this in a voice which meant he didn't want to talk about his godfather anymore. S intrigued as she was about this subject, for Cho never knew Harry had any relations inside the Wizarding world, she dropped the subject.
They stepped into the drafty, cold oval-shaped. A damp stink of owl pellets filled the room and Cho watched as Harry made his way to a beautiful white owl. Cho looked around the room, her eyes settling on her own tawny owl, fittingly called Tawny, resting with her head under her wing. Carefully avoiding dropping scattered all over the stone floor, Cho followed Harry as he was trying to coax down his owl.
"Hedwig, HEDWIG!" he whispered loudly. The snowy owl lifted her face from underneath her wing and glared at Harry reproachfully. "Oh, come Hedwig. I need you to go to London for me. Don't give me that look- you haven't had to deliver anything for a week now." Hedwig's large amber eyes just looked at Harry and she hooted annoyed-like at him before coming down off her ledge.
Cho gazed at the beautiful owl, her hand rising from her side, aching to pet it's silky feathers. Harry smiled at her. "Go on- she loves being admired," he assured her. "Hedwig, this is Cho- you could find her if I wanted you to, right?"
Hedwig responded with a happy hoot and Cho beamed, stroking her soft feathers as Harry tied the letter to Hedwig's leg. "I need this to go to my godfather, alright Hedwig? I need you to wait for his reply too." And with a last hoot, the snowy owl was lifted to the window by Harry and flew off.
"She's beautiful," Cho said breathlessly.
"Well, she is when she's in a good mood, but she sure could be a right pain in the-" Harry stopped as the door to the Owlery opened.
A boy with white-blonde hair stepped in, grasping a large manila envelope. Oddly enough, he was alone.
Cho heard Harry finish his sentence, loud and distinct. "-arse."
Draco Malfoy looked up and looked startled by the sight of Harry and Cho. He sneered at Harry. "Should've guessed. Potty, do you live here now? It's sure filling up with your stench quickly."
Cho looked sideways and saw Harry's fist ball up next to her. "Better than the stench you give out Malfoy- I thought by the look of your mother, she always had dung under her nose. Should've guessed it was the stench of her own son-"
Both boys glared at each other, eyes narrowed in equal dislike. The whole school knew of Harry and Malfoy's popular hatred of one another, but Cho, herself, had never experienced it first hand. She tugged on Harry's sleeve. "C'mon Harry- drop it. Let's go."
It was as if Malfoy only saw Cho standing there. His scowl turned into a smirk. "Got yourself a new girlfriend, Potter? What happened to Weasel Brat? Dropped her finally, realized her family was no good, eh? I could've told you her Mudblood-loving family was as low-classed as low could go."
Harry was now positively shaking with anger. Cho knew that Harry was quite close to the Weasley family, and she couldn't blame him for getting angry. Cho felt her whole face heat up as well. "Seriously, Malfoy, look at yourself before talking about who's really low-classed," Cho snapped quietly.
Surprisingly, Malfoy just started laughing. "All aspects except wealth and power, Chang, and those are what matter most in life. But if you want to talk about being serious, why not? Come now Potter, let's all sit and talk about the seriousness of things."
Cho looked quizzingly at Harry, who now looked almost frightened by Malfoy's words. He walked forwards and pushed past Malfoy's shoulder harshly with his own. Cho followed him out the door as Malfoy called behind them. "If you ARE Potty's girlfriend Chang, I hope you like dogs! Great big black ones!" Malfoy's cackle echoed after them, even as they reached the corridors. She kept on stealing glances at Harry, who had a stone look on his face.
Cho frowned. "What was that supposed to mean?" Cho wondered outloud. She looked at Harry.
He shrugged and said quickly "I don't know." Cho always thought that boys were the worst liars.
Cho then thought of something else. "Do you think Malfoy'd figure out about us and tell everyone?"
Harry managed to give her a reassured look. "Malfoy's got his head stuck so far up his arse that he wouldn't figure out we're together even if I had my tongue down your throat." He smiled but then saw Cho's unconvinced face and went on. "You're too popular anyways- noone would ever think that you're my girlfriend."
Cho rolled her eyes. "Me- popular, as compared to The-Boy-Who-Lived?"
Harry just looked at her. "I'm sure you wouldn't want to be popular like me- now known as The-Boy-Who's-Crazy-And-Craves-Attention."
He looked at Cho so mournfully that she slid her hand into his and just gave him a simple, encouraging smile.