Harry Potter and the Order Of the Phoenix [45]
“Alright Tci, I believe you,” said Harry.
“But, Harry, what note did you get?” asked Tci curiously.
“Oh, uh, no… I was just joking about that. Just wanted to know what you were doing lat night. Oh no, class is about to start, I gotta go Tci! See ya later!” yelled Harry as he ran back to the castle.
“Hey Harry! How did you know I was there? I didn’t see you!” yelled Tci as Harry ran. Harry pretended not to hear him.
As Harry headed to his next class, the note stayed in his mind. If Tci didn’t write it, who did? Who else could have possible seen him? As he was spacing out and walking, he slammed right into someone.
“Oh! Sorry!” said Harry as papers, quills, books, and ink flew everywhere. He squatted down, and started scrambling to help pick everything up when he looked up, and saw who he had run into. Harry’s face went dark red. He had bumped into Cho Chang, the girl whom Harry had a crush on ever since he’d first seen her. He had asked her to the dance last year, but she went with Cedric Diggory instead. Ever since then, he hadn’t spoken to her much, except for now.
“Oh, Cho! I’m so sorry!” Harry was working twice as fast to pick up the stuff.
“Oh Harry, it’s okay. I wasn’t looking and-” she said before Harry cut her off.
“No no, I wasn’t looking and-”
“Harry!” said Cho, slightly loud. “It’s okay. Calm down!” She squatted down next to him, and started picking up stuff too.
“I’m sorry Cho,” repeated Harry, feeling more embarrassed now than he had ever been before in his life. “It’s all my fault!”
“No Harry,” said Cho nicely, “it is my fault. I walked into you on purpose.” She smiled, and Harry stopped picking up stuff for a minute.
“What? Why?”
“Well, Harry. Because…. I like you. Last year, I didn’t want to ask you to the dance because… well… I thought you’d think I was just liking you because you were the school champion, not just because of who you are.” She smiled again, and Harry’s jaw dropped, and his heart skipped a beat. The final warning bell rang, but Harry didn’t care. This conversation was worth a thousand History of Magic classes.
“You mean… all this time… you…. liked me?” asked Harry, still in disbelief.
“Yeah Harry, that’s right,” said Cho. She seemed to be looking a little nervous, like she didn’t know what to say.
“Well, um uh, you want to… uh, do something sometime?” asked Harry.
“Sure!” said Cho excitedly. “How about tonight, after the Quidditch match? We can go to Hogsmeade and see a movie.”
“Okay,” said Harry as fast as he could without thinking, still in a state of disbelief.
“Great!” she said. She stood up, and waved her wand. All of her stuff on the floor magically sorted itself, and flew into her arms, “I’ll see you then Harry! Oh, and congratulations of becoming a prefect!” Harry stared at her as she ran down the hallway, still in shock of what had occurred…. Then he suddenly remembered that he was late for his History of Magic!
Harry ran there as fast as he could. It didn’t take him long to get there, though, since he was already almost there, and there were no other people in the hallway. When he burst through the large doors to his class, everyone stared at him, including Professor Binns, their teacher. He looked absolutely crazed. His hair was flying all over the place, and he was zooming all over the room (he was a ghost after all). His hands were gripping his head, and when he saw Harry, he yelled.
“Harry Potter! What do you think you’re doing! Never, in all of my years teaching, has a single student ever been late!” As he spoke, tiny flecks of ghostly saliva shot from his mouth all over Harry. “I hope you have a good reason for this young man!”
“Oh… um… yes… professor,” stuttered Harry. His mind was racing, he had to think of an excuse that wouldn’t mention Cho. “Well, you see, my dragon egg just hatched today… and… um… Hagrid needed to show me how to… uh