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Chapter 3 : Awkward Moments
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“Oh, Harry. Don’t worry about it. It was yours from the start. It was my duty to retrieve it for you. You don’t have to return the favor at all. You’re my best friend, and I’m here for you.”
Cho felt anger flush on her face.
She wrapped her arm around Harry’s.
“We both thank you very much Hermione. We’ll never forget this. And Harry and I will get you something special…extra special.” Cho said, smiling at Hermione.
“So, where are we headed Hermione?” Harry asked, looking around.
“Well…” Hermione said, avoiding Cho’s mischievous smile, “I was thinking maybe we should head over to the snowy shack. I know how you enjoy that place. It was your favorite.” Hermione said her voice breaking.
Cho looked over at her and was surprised to see that she was almost teary.
And then she knew why.
“It was also Sirius’s favorite place…” Harry said, softly, trying to avoid tears himself.
“I’m sorry, Harry.” Hermione said, placing her hand on his shoulder. “I didn’t mean to bring back any sad memories. I only thought…I mean---if you don’t want to go there—I understand---I’m sorry-“
“No, its okay, Hermione.” Harry said, placing his hand over hers. “I know you didn’t mean anything like that. You only wanted me to enjoy myself on my birthday. Thanks. You’re the greatest friend anyone could ever ask for.”
Cho looked between them; holding each others’ hands and staring at each other. She couldn’t stand it anymore.
Harry was hers now; Granger should have been out of the picture long time ago.
Cho grabbed her stomach, and bent half ways towards the ground, groaning loudly, startling Harry and Hermione.
“What’s wrong Cho?” Harry said, coming towards her, grabbing her by her arm and holding her up.
“I don’t know. My stomach is hurting so much right now.”
“I think it might be because you didn’t eat anything for lunch.” Hermione said, coming forward to help, but when she saw Cho glare at her, she stood back.
“Y-yes…I think you’re r-right Her-mi—mione.” Cho said, leaning on Harry.
“Well, we’ve got to get you to a doctor.” Harry said.
“No!” Cho literally screamed.
Harry and Hermione looked at her surprisingly.
“I mean…no. I don’t like doctors. I just---want to go home Harry…please come with me.”
“Um…sure.” Harry said, looking at Hermione. “Sorry about this Hermione. I promise I’ll make it up to you soon.”
At this point, Cho groaned loudly again.
“It’s alright Harry. You should just concentrate on getting Cho home right now. We’ll talk some other time.” Hermione said, trying to smile.
“Thanks for understanding Mione.”
“I hope you feel better Cho.”
“Oh…Her---mio-neeeeee….th-th-ank---thank you. Let’s-sss go Harry.”
Harry placed Cho’s one arm around his neck and placed his other arm around her back, letting her lean on him.
As they were leaving, Cho looked back at Hermione and tried not to smile.
‘Goodbye Granger. Have fun alone.’
~*~ Ron and Luna are at home; talking about their wedding plans.
“Do you think we should have almond color table cloths or white?” Luna asked Ron, holding up two color linens.
“Hmm…What would you like?”
“I don’t know. I like almond, but white seems more formal for a wedding. I want your opinion too, Ronnie. I’m not getting married to myself, you know.”
“Now that would be a wedding to go to, wouldn’t it?”
Luna slapped Ron on the shoulder. “If you don’t give me some opinions, then maybe I will have to marry myself.”
“Alright, I’m sorry. Well…I like almond, too. White will get dirty easily…I mean, with the wedding being outside and all.”
Luna smiled widely. “Now there you go! That’s the Ron I’m marrying!”
While Luna rummaged through some more linen in the bag beside her, Ron asked, “Should I reserve one or two seats for Neville? I’m not sure if he’s going to bring a date along. I never asked him.”
“Oh…um…well, I guess put another seat with him. He might bring his muggle friend, Erica.”
“Okay…what about Hermione?”
“I thought she was seating with Harry and Cho.”
“Yeah, I thought so, too, but I doubt Cho would want Hermione at the same table as her and Harry, don’t you think?”
“True, but…Hermione is your best friend. I don’t think it would be very polite to mention her in our toast when she’s sitting all alone at her table. People will stare at her. I think it’s best if she seats with Harry and Cho. I don’t care what Cho thinks. It’s my wedding, not hers. If she has any problems with the seating arrangements, I’ll deal with her.”
Ron still looked uncomfortable, but he wrote it down anyway.
“Do you like Harry and Cho going out together?” He asked, knowing the answer.
“Ron you’re my fiancée. I think you know by now what I like and what I don’t.”
“Yeah, you’re right, but…”
“I know. I know. Cho treats Hermione differently when she’s around Harry, and I don’t like it one bit either, but what can we do about it. Harry has liked Cho ever since Hogwarts. If he’s happy, then I’m happy for him. And you should be, too. Besides, Hermione’s happy for him as well. She’s never complained about Cho.”
“How can she?! Cho would just get back at her! Cho is a manipulative b-“
“Now, now Ron! I know you’re upset about Cho and Harry’s relationship…but things will work out themselves.”
“You’re right Luna. It’s just that we’re happy…but I can’t stand it that one of my best friend’s is not happy. You know and I both know that Hermione is in love with Harry…she just never got the chance to tell him because of Cho Chang. Cho isn’t even nice to Hermione, yet Hermione is still kind to her because of Harry. She loves Harry. And I can see it in Harry’s eyes that he’s in love with Hermione, too. It’s just that he’s been blinded by Cho. I wish they could be happy. I wish Hermione could be with Harry.”
~*~ Harry and Cho arrive at Cho’s house.
“Oh…” Cho moaned, as Harry gently released her on to her couch. “Thank you Harry. I couldn’t have done this without you. You’re a great boyfriend. I’m a terrible girlfriend…it’s your birthday and I made you come here. Please, go have fun. Don’t let me ruin your day.” Cho said, bringing up forceful tears.
“No, it’s alright Cho.” Harry said, taking a seat right next to Cho on the couch. “When you’re sick…I feel sick too. I can’t enjoy myself without you.”
At this point, Cho smiled mischievously. ‘Of course you can’t enjoy yourself without me. You can’t do anything without me because you love me Harry. Only me.’
“But I do feel sorry for ruining Hermione’s trips.” Harry said, breaking Cho’s thoughts. “I mean, we rarely get together anymore. I wanted to go to the snowy shack. I wanted her to be happy. I mean, after all, she did plan this day for me. And I ruined it for her. She gave me what I lost. She gave me a fun-filled and rememorable birthday, and what do I do? I ruin it! I’m a horrible friend!” Harry said, placing his face in his hands and shaking his head disappointingly.
‘Damn you Granger!’ Cho thought angrily, “Because of you, my Harry-pie thinks it’s his entire fault for ruining his own birthday.’
Cho placed a hand on Harry’s back, and rubbed her hand back and forth slowly. “Don’t blame yourself Harry. It’s not your fault. Sometimes things go wrong…and what can we do? Nothing. So, don’t beat yourself up for this. I promise I’ll make it up to you. I’ll give you the biggest birthday bash you’ve ever seen! And….” She said, with her voice to a whisper, next to Harry’s ear, “It’ll just be for the two of us. I’m going to give you the wildest surprise you’ve ever had.” Here, she kissed Harry on the cheek and tried to work her way around the ear, down the neck, but Harry stopped her.
“Cho, I’m sorry, but now is not the time. I feel horrible for what I did to Hermione. I can never forgive myself for something so selfish.”
“But…but…you only did what you did because of me! I was the only who was feeling sick! You helped me. That’s why your day is ruined. It’s nothing to be ashamed of.”
Harry looked over at Cho. “You’re right. I helped you get home. Since you felt sick, I came home with you….instead of staying with my best friend and enjoying my birthday…”
“Yes, but…you also said that you could never enjoy yourself with out me…right Harry-pie?”
“…That is what I said, but…”
“No ‘buts’ then! You’re here because of me, end of discussion! Don’t worry about Hermione; I’m sure she’ll forgive you.”
“Wait a second. We came here because you were sick, right?”
“But you look like you’re feeling better now. Let’s go. Maybe Hermione might still be heading out to the snowy shack.”
“What? No…no, I’m not!” Cho fell over on the couch, and groaned again.
“But you were fine just a second ago! Cho...What are you playing at?”
“Nothing Harry…I honestly do feel sick…It’s just with this talking and all…I mean, talking with you…makes me feel better.” Cho lied.
Harry sighed, and bowed his head down again. And after a few seconds of silence, he looked at Cho and smiled lightly.
“Alright,” He said, “If talking makes you feel better then what else would you like to talk about Ms. Chang?”
Cho smiled back mischievously. ‘Now this is more like it.’
“Anything my Potter desires.”
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