A friend of mine finished the essay for me. I was tired and when I woke, I was still tired. It was probably because of Harry, but one can't be too sure…
I dressed very slowly, hoping Harry wasn't waiting for me downstairs in the common room. As I came out of my room, I sat at the top of the staircase, carefully hidden.
"Harry, mate," I heard Ron say, "Snape will kill you, even if you don't!"
"Ron! Honestly, he's our teacher! You know better than to…."
I tuned out, waiting for them to leave. They did, still arguing, I saw as I peeked from the step, and I came downstairs.
Harry, who was still scribbling something, looked up and smiled at me. I felt my heart skip a beat as I smiled at him. He still has that effect on me, actually. Although I no longer had a crush on him, there was a certain part of me that still acted upon forgotten feelings…if you get my meaning. His smile just gave off this cheerful aura. Many people do, but his smile was the best.
I waited patiently for him to finish, but my insides felt like I had swallowed a Chocolate Frog, and it was still jumping around. Finally, he stood up. We walked silently to the Great Hall, where I spoke, "Before I match you up, I need you to answer a few questions."
"Not now. During lunch, at the Room of Requirement."
Classes went by quickly enough, and I even received fifteen points for successfully turning a vulture into a dove. Bloody hell, let me tell you, that vulture was ugly.
We have a better D.A.D.A. teacher, although, I must say, she's not on my best-teacher list. First, I had a grinning idiot prat, then the greatest teacher ever, the Troll Woman, and now ladies and prats, I present to you… Fleur Delacour! She's a pretty good teacher, but, honestly, the boys keep ogling her, and that just annoys me. It's a bit difficult to understand her, too.
During lunch I hurried to our meeting place, and I was thankful to know I still remembered where it was even after a long summer.
I was the first one there, and so I asked for some parchment, ink, and a quill to begin writing the questions I had to ask Harry. Halfway through he came in, looking a bit out of breath.
"Sorry," he said, "Peeves."
"Don't worry, Harry. I'm almost done."
He peered over my shoulder, looked at me strangely, and said, " ‘Name of crush? Why you like him/her? Description?' Don't you know all that?"
"Oh, yes, but I need you to describe it. I don't have a crush on her. We have different perspectives."
"You're very philosophical."
" ‘Why do you like her?' " Harry had the ‘Stop asking pointless questions!' expression on his face.
This was going to take a long time.
"She's pretty. And great at Quidditch."
"You're very shallow. Only for her looks…I thought you were better than that, Harry."
"She's nice, and has a great smile." So do you, Harry.
"Tell me more about her smile."
"Smiles show what kind of personality one has and what they are feeling." Er, to me, at least.
"Er…when she smiles, it shows her teeth, and she always seems cheerful, and--"
"Does her smile ever change?" I asked him, feeling rather stupid asking such a strange question.
"You know… has she ever smiled a sad smile, a fake smile…?"
"Well, she usually smiles a friendly one at me. I can't remember anything else."
I frown. "Oh."
"Is that bad?" he asked me, genuinely concerned. With all honesty, it would have been quite amusing if we weren't in this situation.
"Cho isn't that emotional, is she?"
"She cried a lot last term."
"Mmhmm…so she's happy, and cries a lot?" I laughed.
Harry seemed amused too, "The way you say it, you make Cho seem so…opposite from who she is." Harry, do you know who she is?
He continued, "Is that possible, though? To be happy and cry at the same time?"
I smirked at him, cracking a smile, "Only if you're Mum at weddings."
A/N: Special thank-you to HollowGodric aka Keith for the wonderful beta-ing! Is it my fault I speak without grammar?