Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. If I did, Ron/Hermione and Harry/Ginny would not exist and Cho would not be portrayed as a whiny little brat.
A/N. To Kyoko and Rei: Gah! Now I really feel bad after reading your last comment, Kyoko. No, really, I'd like you to continue reviewing because chances are I'll make more mistakes in the future...and I'd like someone to point them out. :)
To readers: I know you guys were waiting for an update, but I had to fix some mistakes in this chapter. I only fixed the scenes where Ginny was OOC...and a bit of the talks between Marietta and Cho. Sometime this week I'll be posting up the next chapter.
Operation "Forget about Harry Potter" was simply not working.
That was the first thing Cho Chang thought when she woke up to find herself staring at a poster of her favorite singer on the wall.
Why is that, you may ask? It's simply because every time she tries to shove the thought of him into the back of her head, he comes back, smiling that dazzling smile of his that makes her heart melt.
Just last night, she had a dream that they were walking on the beach, holding hands. And then when he leaned over to kiss her, the dream was shattered by the sound of her alarm clock.
Cursing her alarm clock, she slammed her palm on it and it immediately shut up. Sighing, she went to the bathroom to wash her face and brush her teeth.
Why does she like him, anyway?
Well, he's cute. Not insanely handsome or hot, but cute. He's so cute that it makes her want to pinch his cheeks sometimes, especially when he smiles and flashes those dimples of his. And he has beautiful dark locks that she has always wondered how they would feel under and over her hands. And those gorgeous green eyes of his that she could get lost in...
Not to mention that he's super smart, althletic, and he's really nice to everyone. But that's not the main reason why she fell in love with Harry Potter. It was because he was always there for her when she needed him. If she needed to vent out her pet peeves, he was there. If some guys harassed or pestered her to go out with them, he would step in and protect her from them. But what she loved most was that he always seemed to be there when she needed a shoulder to cry on. When her cat, Jacky, was run over by a car, he was there. When she got a C on her progress report and she was scolded for hours for getting such a bad grade, he was there. When some of her friends ditched her to hang out with other people, he was there.
When tragedies befell Cho, most people kept their distance from her, even her own closest friends, because they didn't know what to say. But although Harry wasn't that very good with words either, he was still there.
Last year, she had been going through a deep depression and spent half of her time crying, but he was always there for her.
The reason why this operation was born in the first place was...
Harry Potter was dating Ginny Weasley.
At first, she refused to believe it when she heard the news, but she knew her friend, Lisa, would never lie to her. Yesterday, Lisa claimed to have seen Harry and Ginny sharing an ice cream sundae, laughing and smiling at each other like "love sick puppies." But what was worse was that Lisa claimed that they were holding hands and even shared a kiss.
She didn't know why it came as a shock. Harry Potter was one of the most popular boys in school because he was nice, cute, funny, and had all the great qualities of an ideal boyfriend, and he was bound to hook up with a girl sooner or later. But maybe it was because for a small moment, she had believed that she and Harry were meant to be.
I guess I was wrong, Cho thought glumly, remembering something Harry's friend, Ron Weasley (Ginny's older brother,) had said.
She's quite good-looking and all that, but you want someone a bit more cheerful.
"If I hadn't been so busy crying all the time last year," Cho said to herself softly, "would...would it have been possible for me and Harry to be together?"
Cho sighed and walked over to her dresser table to pick up and cradle a framed photograph in her hand. The picture was of her, blushing and beaming shyly, and a tall boy with his arm around her, smiling widely at the camera.
"What do you think, Cedric?"
"Awwww, you guys are holding hands!"
Stepping into the courtyard, Cho had come across a crowd of girls that were surrounding a couple. She suppressed a wistful sigh as she watched the love of her life, Harry Potter, hold hands with Ginny Weasley.
"Wow, are you guys really going out??" someone piped up.
Was she blind to the fact that they were both holding hands? Cho wanted to roll her eyes at the girl's stupidity, yet she wished that the answer to that question was no.
"Y-yeah," Harry responded.
A faint tint of pink crossed Harry's face, as well as Ginny's. Cho could feel her hopes crashing down upon her.
"Awww, you guys look cute together!"
"Give her a smooch, Harry!"
Cho secretly wanted to smack the girls for suggesting such a thing.
"Ehhh?!" Both Harry and Ginny turned a dark shade of red.
"Aw, c'mon!" the girl urged. "You guys are boyfriend and girlfriend, aren't you? And boyfriends and girlfriends kiss each other...right??"
Harry and Ginny looked at each other, blushed even harder, and said in unison, "Uhhh...well..."
"Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!" the girls chanted.
"Okay, okay!" Ginny burst out irritatedly. "If it will shut you guys up, then I-I guess so!"
Harry looked at Ginny timidly at this, and she looked back, her face as red as his. They leaned in slowly until their lips were about half an inch apart -
Cho turned and walked away, hearing nothing but the squeals of the girls that signifyed the kiss of the couple, as well as the sound of her own heart breaking.
"Cho, what's the matter? You look down in the dumps."
Cho sighed, pulling her knees to her chest, her back pressed lightly against the trunk of the tree behind her. "Haven't you heard, Marietta?" she murmured bitterly.
"Oh, about the whole Harry and Ginny going out thing? Yup."
Cho sighed even more heavily and put her head in her arms. How could her friend be so clueless of how she felt? Seeing the boy she loved holding hands and kissing another girl (okay, so maybe she turned away before she could witness it...but it still hurt, anyway) it was like a knife had been thrust into her heart.
She wanted to cry, but she couldn't. There were no more tears left. Tears wouldn't solve anything, anyway.
Tears were what had made Harry drift away from her...
She's quite good-looking and all that, but you want someone a bit more cheerful.
"You could at least try to cheer me up," she said glumly to her friend.
"Oh, sorry...but what am I supposed to say?" Marietta said awkwardly. "Uh, well, forget Harry, he's not good enough for you?"
"That's not what I was hoping to hear," Cho mumbled. Marietta watched helplessly and sympathetically as Cho continued to sigh, her voice muffled in her arms.
"I really do believe that, Cho," Marietta insisted. "I don't have anything against Harry, but I just don't think he's good enough for you."
"How can you say that?! He's the only one for me!"
Marietta let out a long sigh. Clearly, she was wishing Dear Abby was there at the moment.
"Look," Marietta fished around for something comforting to say, "there's plenty of fish in the sea, Cho, so - "
"But I don't care about the other fish," Cho moaned, torn between relief that her friend was trying her best to console her, and annoyance that she didn't understand her feelings. Why did people think it was so easy to forget about the one you loved? "Harry's the one I want..."
"Didn't Michael Corner ask you out the other day?" Marietta was obviously trying to steer the subject away from Harry. "Why don't you date him?"
Cho looked at Marietta bitterly. "Marietta, if you think I'm dating that insensitive, troublemaking wart, then think again."
"Okay, okay," Marietta looked disappointed. "Well, how about - "
"No," Cho cut in. "I don't care about any other guy - I only want Harry."
Cho could tell that Marietta was digesting this with mild irritation and was trying to think of something else to say. Cho lay her head in her arms and sighed. Marietta may be a good friend, but she really sucks at comforting people, Cho thought darkly.
"I got it!" Marietta shouted suddenly.
"What?" Cho asked dully, not bothering to look up.
"Harry used to have a crush on you, right?"
"Did he?" Cho looked up at this statement. She had always thought Harry acted super nice around her, nicer than he usually was, but she had always thought it was because they were close friends and he felt sorry for her. But had he really liked her?
"Yes, he did," Marietta went on impatiently. "You just never noticed because you were too busy brooding over Cedric - " Marietta stopped mid-sentence and horror flickered across her face. "Oh, my God, I'm so sorry, Cho!"
The image of Cedric's smiling face flashed into her mind, so clearly that she felt that it was real, but she knew it would never be. Cho's heart ached painfully, but she tried to block out the pain by concentrating on looking her friend in the eye. She smiled weakly and said softly, "It's okay."
Actually, it wasn't, and Cho wished that her friend would think about being considerate of other people's feelings sometimes, but Cho knew that Marietta was truly sorry for bringing up the subject.
"Anyway," Marietta continued, sounding a bit awkward, "I was just thinking that the best way to get him to like you back is..." Marietta paused, perhaps for dramatic effect.
"What?" Cho was a lot more interested in what her friend had to say than before.
"Make him jealous."
Cho stared at her friend blankly, as if she had just arrived from a UFO. "You mean," she said finally, "pretend to like another guy in hopes that he'll get jealous?"
"Yes!" Marietta's eyes were bright as she went on to explain. "Look, chances are that Harry still has feelings for you, but he's going out with Ginny so he can move on more quickly. If he saw that you were going out with somebody, his feelings for you might reawaken."
"Hmmm." Cho thought about this for a while. She had heard about other girls using this same method to try to win a boy's affections, but most of the time, it never worked. "What if he doesn't have any lingering feelings for me?" she asked worriedly. She remembered that Michael Corner had asked her out a few days ago, and she knew Harry had witnessed it. But there had been no sadness or jealousy on his face. He looked as if he were watching total strangers, without a care in the world. It had made her feel as if she didn't matter to him at all.
"Oh, don't be so clueless, Cho," Marietta snapped. "He's never shown any interest in Ginny before, so why would he suddenly hook up with her?"
"I don't know," Cho said, feeling stupider by the minute. "Maybe it's because she's ...cheerful." This Cho said with sadness as she remembered Ron's words to Harry.
Marietta ignored her friend's statement. "Aw, c'mon, Cho, give it a try!" she encouraged.
"But who could I possibly pretend to like?" Cho said doubtfully.
"Anybody, actually, but for the best results, you have to pretend to like the guy that Harry hates the most."
Cho stared at her friend, her face as blank as a peeled potato. "Who does Harry hate the most?" she asked quizzically, doubting that Harry hated anybody. He was friendly and sweet, and everyone liked him.
"Cho, I swear, if you were any more clueless...!" Marietta rolled her eyes. She then let out a sigh and leaned toward Cho. "The answer is," she paused again dramatically.
"Draco Malfoy," Marietta said eagerly, a triumphant grin on her face.
Huh? Who was that again? Cho thought. The image of a sneering, blonde boy with stone, gray eyes flickered in Cho's mind. Oh, that guy, Cho remembered. The guy who struts around like he owns the school.
Cho stared at her friend for a minute or so before she burst out laughing. She laughed so hard that her stomach hurt and tears welled up in her eyes. It felt weird to laugh at a time like this, but it felt good, too, after being sad for so long.
"Wh-what's so funny?" Marietta's smile faded and she stared at Cho, clearly hurt that Cho was laughing at her idea.
"M-Marietta, you're kidding, right?" Cho wiped tears from her eyes. "D-Draco Malfoy! Ahaha, that's a good one!"
"But I'm not kidding!" Marietta cried out. "I'm perfectly serious!"
Cho took a deep breath to calm herself down. "Are you really?" Cho eyed her friend suspiciously.
"Yes!" Marietta was getting frustrated.
"That's a brilliant plan, Marietta," Cho said sarcastically, "with several flaws. One, Malfoy is a conceited, arrogant jerk, and guys like him just aren't my type." Not to mention that she disliked anybody who caused Harry trouble. "Two, everyone would think I'm nuts to go out with someone like him." Yes, her reputation was at stake here. "And three, Malfoy would probably just blow me off anyway if I "flirted" with him," Cho emphasized the word flirt by making quotation marks with her fingers, "so I'd look like a complete idiot in front of everyone," she paused, "especially Harry."
"Well, Cho," Marietta said, mocking Cho's sarcastic tone, "for one, you're only supposed to pretend to like him to make Harry jealous, not really like him. Two, who cares what everyone thinks? And three, well, I've got that covered."
"I've got it covered," Marietta repeated. "Let's just say, I'm very good at convincing."
"Are you really?" Cho resisted the urge to roll her eyes.
The bell rang to signal the start of class. Cho gathered her books and slightly heavy book bag, rising to her feet.
"I still don't think it's a good idea," the Chinese girl said doubtfully.
"Then don't think," Marietta said shrilly. "I'm going to be doing that."
"The reason why this speech was so famous was..."
Cho posed her pencil over her sheet of paper, but she was tuning out the teacher and not taking any notes, which was something she had never done before. She concentrated on staring at Harry, who was sitting next to Ginny, who was in front of her. Ginny glanced quickly at the teacher before turning to Harry with a grin and mouthing, Booooring.
Harry snifled a laugh, grinning back at her. Cho suppressed a defeated sigh. I've never been able to make Harry smile like that. Ginny's the only one who's made him smile like that...Does that mean that they're meant for each other?
The dark-haired girl turned away from them and stared out the window. Ugh, it's hard not to think about Harry when he's right in front of me flirting with Ginny, she thought miserably.
"Hem, hem. And unless Miss Chang is too busy daydreaming, she'll kindly read where Miss Patil left off."
Cho continued to stare out the window, unaware that the entire class was staring at her.
All of a sudden, a hand slammed down on her desk so hard that Cho yelped, startled.
"Why don't you tell us exactly where Miss Patil left off, Miss Chang?" Professor Umbridge said menacingly, her straight, white teeth shining at Cho between her lips.
Cho gulped, glancing fearfully around at her classmates, as if hoping they could help her out. Some looked sympathetic and others were smirking. But the worst thing was, Harry was staring at her with his eyebrow slightly arched, and Cho could feel her face burning.
"Well?" Professor Umbridge pressed.
"Um, erm, I - that is, uh," Cho found herself stammering.
Cho almost breathed a sigh of relief, but the angry look on Professor's Umbridge stopped her.
"I shall see you after school, Miss Chang," she said loudly, trying not to sound disappointed that she hadn't been able to fully humiliate her pupil. "Class dismissed."
"Umbridge was really pissed, Cho."
"Tell me something I don't know, Marietta..." Cho murmured, remembering the look on Harry's face. "I hate my life..."
"Aw, cheer up! Harry may be dating Ginny now, but I promise you, in a few weeks, he'll ditch her to go out with you!"
"If only," Cho went on, as if her friend had not said anything, "if only I had snapped out of my depression and asked him out before Ginny did...maybe we'd be dating right now..."
Marietta looked at her best friend sympathetically. "Stop brooding, Cho, it's not healthy!" she chided. "I'm going to straight this whole thing out soon, so quit moping, okay? I can't stand seeing you all depressed!"
''I'll try," Cho sighed. Secretly, she thought Marietta's "brilliant" plan wasn't really brilliant at all. As much as she felt resentful of Ginny for being Harry's girlfriend, she didn't want to break them up. Ginny made him happy, and that was what she wanted most, right? For Harry to be happy...
Is that REALLY what you want? the voice within her mind asked softly.
Cho sighed. No, it wasn't, but that was all she could ask for now, right? There was no chance of Harry and she being together...not now...not in this lifetime. She had to move on, for her own sake, as well as Harry's...
"Anyway, meet me in homeroom 205 after school, okay?" Marietta's voice broke her train of thought.
"After school? But - "
"Oh, yeah." Marietta grimaced. "Well, meet me there after the old witch gives you a lecture."
"Just do it, okay?"
"Okay..." Cho sighed and lay her head in her arms.
Marietta leaned over to Cho and wrapped her arms around her friend. "Cheer up, Cho, it'll work out in the end, I promise!" she said soothingly.
"Thanks, Marietta," Cho cast her friend a grateful smile. Thanks for telling me the words I need to hear...even though I very much doubt them.
Cho walked down the stairs quickly. When she turned a corner, she found herself bumping into somebody, dropping her books all over the floor.
"I'm sorry!" Cho groaned.
"It's no problem."
Cho almost gasped. "H-Harry!" she stammered. Her eyes fell upon Ginny, who was standing next to Harry. Ginny gave her a polite smile, to which Cho weakly returned yet quickly turned away. "Um, sorry for bumping into you, Harry," she apologized again, gathering up her books. Harry got down onto the floor, too.
"It's no problem," Harry repeated, helping her gather up her books. "Well, anyway," he said, rising to his feet, "good luck with Umbridge. I hope you come out of detention alive." Seeing the puzzled look on Cho's face, he laughed. "Trust me, Umbridge's a sadistic witch."
"I hear that all the time," Cho said truthfully, pleased when Harry chuckled at her statement. "But she's never punished me yet, so this thing is sort of new to me..."
"Yeah, well," Harry grinned, "first time for everything, right?"
"In some cases, it's better not to even have a first time," Ginny piped up. This made Harry laugh. Cho forced a smile, but when Ginny wasn't looking, she cast her an envious stare.
"W-well...I should be getting to detention now..." Cho sighed, wanting to have a reason to get away from them.
"Okay. Good luck," Harry said sincerely.
"Yeah...thanks. See you later, guys."
"You, too," Harry and Ginny chorused in unison. The three went their separate ways.
Cho walked briskly, trying to push the image of Harry and Ginny together from her mind. It was so easy to fake a smile and pretend nothing was wrong, but it hurt her deeply to know that it was hard - no, impossible - for everybody except Marietta, her best friend, to tell that the smiles she put on were fake and that she was really a lonely girl buried beneath all that glamour.
I wish that I can be happy someday. As she turned a corner, lost in her own thoughts, she ran into someone else - again.
"I'm sorry - " Cho started to apologize, but then the person she bumped into swept past her roughly. She turned and stared after the person's back. From what she could tell, he was blonde, and the pompous way he was walking reminded her of somebody, but she couldn't remember who.
Ah, who cares about that jerk, I have to get to detention!
With a deep sigh, Cho turned on her heel and rushed away. She then reached her destination and stood before the closed door. What would her punishment be? She had never gotten detention before, so she wouldn't know.
She was about to knock on the door when it flew open to reveal Professor Umbridge.
"Oh, hello, there, dearie!" she said in a sickly sweet voice. "Come in, come in."
Cho walked in reluctantly. There were several other students in the classroom. Some were writing sentences on the board, and others were writing on paper.
Typical, Cho thought darkly. Professor Umbridge always found a reason to give detention to her pupils.
"Have a seat," Professor Umbridge gestured to a seat directly in front of her own.
Cho sat down.
"What's my punishment?" she asked dully, wanting to get it over with so she could meet with Marietta.
"Oh, nothing too bad...just something that will remind you not to be rude in my class ever again." Professor Umbridge's smile widened.
+---Twenty-five Minutes Later---+
"I do hope this will teach you not to daydream, Miss Chang," Professor Umbridge smiled sweetly, accepting Cho's assignment, which was writing 'I will not daydream in class' over and over until she completely filled ten sheets of paper.
"Oh, yes," Cho said with the same sticky tone, faking a bright smile and trying to ignore the pain within her cramped hand. Nothing too bad, my foot.
"That Potter boy isn't worth staying after school and writing 'I will not daydream in class' over and over and over, is he?"
Cho didn't need to look in a mirror to know that she resembled a goldfish right now, her brown eyes blinking rapidly and her mouth hung open, gaping.
"H-how'd you know?" Cho sputtered.
Umbridge looked as if she were about to roll her eyes. "My dear, it doesn't take a psychic nor a genius to realize that you're brooding over him because he's with the Weasley girl. Anyway, dearie, remember what I said - forget that Potter boy and focus on what's important."
It doesn't take a psychic nor a genius to realize that I'm resisting the urge to slap you right now, Cho thought in distaste, but she simply turned on her heel and walked out of the room.
"Marietta?" Cho called out her friend's name as she opened the door to home 205. She stepped inside, looking around for her friend. "Marietta - " Cho stopped mid-sentence, for the room was empty...
...that is, except for the one and only -
"She's not here," came the dull, cold voice from the other side of the room.
"I...see." Cho hesitated. She had never been on speaking terms with this boy, much less alone with him. "What are you doing here...Draco?" she questioned stiffly. No matter how badly she thought of her peers, she called them by their first name because it was more polite.
Draco Malfoy shrugged. "Well, that friend of yours told me to come here...to talk to you." This he said with a scowl, as if he had been dragged here without his consent.
"What?" Cho said silkily. All of a sudden, she remembered the conversation she had with Marietta in the morning. She suppressed a groan. She was actually serious?
"I'm no more willing than you are, Chang," Draco said stiffly, seeing the look of disgust on her face. "But the only thing that made me agree to the bargain was that I get to crush Pothead." Draco smirked and crossed his arms. "It'll be fun to annoy the hell out of him."
"Is that all?" Cho asked suspiciously, ignoring the insulting nickname. He agreed to this because he wants to have the satisfaction of seeing Harry jealous? Cho wondered, stunned. Well, if he gets jealous, but that's not the point...
"Oh, and there was blackmail involved, too, but I won't get into that..." Draco pursed his lips in exasperation.
Wow, Marietta's really serious. Blackmail?? Cho was amazed at how far her friend would go to do something.
"I must say, it's quite pathetic that you're so desperate as to go this far to get the attention of Pothead," Draco drawled coolly.
Anger that he was insulting both Harry and her surged through Cho's chest. "This wasn't my idea," she snapped, "so don't act like it is."
"Ah, but this plan resulted from your desperation to win Pothead's affection," Draco pointed out smugly.
"Stop calling Harry that!" Cho ordered shrilly, trying to ignore the fact that he was right about her being desperate. I am desperate, she thought. I am pathetic. Maybe...maybe that's why Harry doesn't like me.
"I can call the Pothead whatever I like, Chang, so get used to it," Draco sneered.
Really, if she had even considered the possibility of agreeing to Marietta's plan, that thought was gone now. "I don't know why I'm talking with you," Cho muttered, turning on her heel and walking towards the doorway.
"Oh, well, I guess this means you've given up on Pothead?"
Cho's head snapped towards him like a rubber band. "Of course not, it's just that I'm not so desperate as to pretend to like you, of all people!" she shot back.
"Ah, pity, then," Draco shrugged, his smirk widening, "because if you ditch this plan, you have no hope of winning Pothead over."
This stopped Cho in her tracks. "I-I'll find a way," she muttered, her heart sinking as she realized what rubbish her words were. How else would she get Harry to consider that he liked her? There was simply no way. If she pretended she liked somebody else, it wouldn't bother Harry a bit. If she confessed her feelings to him and begged him to consider reciprocating them, he would tell her he was over her, and that she should do the same.
Draco was right, she thought, frustrated. The only way she could get Harry's attention was to pretend to like the guy he hated the most.
"F-fine," Cho almost choked on her words. She turned to face Draco, looking him in the face and wishing she could wipe that ugly smirk off his face. "But how is this going to work?" she asked bitterly.
Draco shrugged. "I dunno," he drawled dismissively, as if they were talking about the weather. "I guess we're going to have to do all that cheesy stuff that couples do. Hold hands, go on dates, kiss..."
"Oh, I see." Cho paused, her eyes bulging as large as pancakes when she realized what he had said. "Wait, what?" she almost screeched.
"Well, duh, Chang," Draco rolled his eyes. "Sheesh, and I thought you were highly intelligent. Isn't that what couples do?"
"W-well, yes," Cho sputtered, "b-but..."
"How else are we going to convince everyone that we're a "couple"?" Draco rolled his eyes again as he made quotation marks with his fingers.
Cho was silent. He was right, she knew that. But thinking about engaging in intimate things like that with him made her stomach lurch. Was it all really worth it? Pretending to like him in hopes that Harry might want her back? She wasn't even sure the plan would work. So, was it really worth it...?
All of sudden, she heard voices echoing from the hallway outside. Cho glanced at the doorway curiously. They seemed to be coming closer, but before she could identify them, she felt warm breath upon the side of her face.
"Hey, Chang...do you want to practice?"
Cho found herself staring into Draco's smirking face. Whoa, how'd he get in front of her face so fast?! she thought frantically.
"P-practice? Wh-what do you mean?" Cho's mouth moved clumsily and her wide eyes were staring into his hard, silver ones. Wishing that he wouldn't intrude on her space bubble, she inched bit by bit away from him, but to her dismay, she found herself backed up against a wall. She flinched slightly when he placed both of his palms on the wall on either side of her, his eyes never leaving hers.
"You know what I mean."
His face was about a few inches away from hers. He was so close she could smell his cologne, so close that she could feel his warm breath upon her lips. He was much too close for her liking, Cho thought desperately. But why couldn't she move? Push him away? Slap him and scream at him for acting like a weirdo? It was as if she were petrified by the intense gaze his eyes captured hers in. To be honest, she couldn't tell what he was thinking at the moment or read his expression, and that was probably what frightened her the most.
To her terror, he raised his hand slowly to her face, and she flinched when she felt him gently caress her cheek. His palm then slowly slid down her cheek to the side of her neck, and then to her shoulder.
"You know, I never really noticed how pretty you were," he said softly, taking in a deep, slow breath. "And you smell nice, too."
Cho's eyes widened. What was he saying?! This was totally un-Draco-ish! Had someone brainwashed him?
"D-Draco, what are you doing??!"
Or that was what she wanted to say. She only managed to get his name out.
And then she felt his lips smash against hers forcefully before she could finish the rest of her sentence. She was much too shocked to push him away, she could only blink stupidly. But she felt his arms brush against her sides to snake around her waist, and that made her come to her senses.
Oh, my God...
"You know, I never really noticed how pretty you were. And you smell nice, too."
That despicable name rang out in the air, echoing softly. Frozen, he pressed his back against the wall, his heart pounding. Had he heard right?
"B-Blimey...did I hear right? Was that..." the red-head's voice trailed off, stun clearly evident in his voice.
He didn't answer his friend. It was no mistake. It was that git remarking how pretty she was and how nice she smelled. It was her saying that git's name. But it couldn't be...
Anger filled his chest as he clenched his fists at the sound of his name from that angelic voice again.
A muffled cry of protest escaped her lips as she tried to shove him away, but his grip on her was much stronger than the little strength she had. She turned swiftly away, feeling as if she had just taken her first breath of air.
Sadly, that was what she wanted to say. Again, only his name had managed to escape her lips. But then she felt his hand clasp the back of her head and turn it so that the distance between their lips was closed again.
She hated the way his lips felt. Yes, they were soft, just as they were supposed to be, but he was kissing her much too forcefully, so forcefully that she felt that if he applied any more pressure her lips would be swollen. She couldn't breathe, only wonder in bewilderment about his unusual and shocking behavior.
He's too strong...too forceful...I can't push him away -
Cho could feel the color drain out of her face at the sound of the very familiar voice. Both Draco and Cho parted from their kiss to turn to the doorway, where a dark-haired boy stood with his red-haired friend. The red-head was twisted with disbelief and disgust, as if he had stepped into a pile of dung, but the expression on the dark-haired boy was what made Cho wanted to sink into the floor. He was staring at her as if she had done the unthinkable and stabbed him in the back.
And she had.
Oh, God...she never meant for this to happen. She could only stare back into those confused and sorrowful orbs of green and his name escaped from her lips in a soft whisper.