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'I know it must be horrible for you；' she said； mopping her eyes on her sleeve again。 'Me mentioning Cedric； when you saw him die： I suppose you just want to forget about it？'
Harry did not say anything to this； it was quite true； but he felt heartless saying it。
'You're a r…really good teacher； you know；' said Cho； with a watery smile。 'I've never been able to Stun anything before。'
Thanks；' said Harry awkwardly。
They looked at each other for a long moment。 Harry felt a burning desire to run from the room and； at the same time； a plete inability to move his feet。
'Mistletoe；' said Cho quietly； pointing at the ceiling over his head。
'Yeah；' said Harry。 His mouth was very dry。 'It's probably full of Nargles； though。'
'What are Nargles？'
'No idea；' said Harry。 She had moved closer。 His brain seemed to have been Stunned。 'You'd have to ask Loony。 Luna； I mean。'
Cho made a funny noise halfway between a sob and a laugh。 She was even nearer to him now。 He could have counted the freckles on her nose。
'I really like you； Harry。'
He could not think。 A tingling sensation was spreading through him； paralysing his arms； legs and brain。
She was much too close。 He could see every tear clinging to her eyelashes：
He returned to the mon room half an hour later to find Hermione and Ron in the best seats by the fire； nearly everybody else had gone to bed。 Hermione was writing a very long letter； she had already filled half a roll of parchment； which was dangling from the edge of the table。 Ron was lying on the hearthrug； trying to finish his Transfiguration homework。
'What kept you？' he asked； as Harry sank into the armchair next to Hermione's。
Harry didn't answer。 He was in a state of shock。 Half of him wanted to tell Ron and Hermione what had just happened； but the other half wanted to take the secret with him to the grave。
'Are you all right； Harry？' Hermione asked； peering at him over the tip of her quill。
Harry gave a half…hearted shrug。 In truth； he didn't know whether he was all right or not。 'What's up？' said Ron； hoisting himself up on his elbow to get a clearer view of Harry。 'What's happened？'
Harry didn't quite know how to set about telling them； and still wasn't sure whether he wanted to。 Just as he had decided not to say anything； Hermione took matters out of his hands。
'Is it Cho？' she asked in a businesslike way。 'Did she corner you after the meeting？'
Numbly surprised； Harry nodded。 Ron sniggered； breaking off when Hermione caught his eye。
'So … er … what did she want？' he asked in a mock casual voice。
'She …' Harry began； rather hoarsely； he cleared his throat and tried again。 'She … er …'
'Did you kiss？' asked Hermione briskly。
Ron sat up so fast he sent his ink bottle flying all over the rug。 Disregarding this pletely； he stared avidly at Harry。
'Well？' he demanded。
Harry looked from Ron's expression of mingled curiosity and hilarity to Hermione's slight frown； and nodded。
'HA！'
Ron made a triumphant gesture with his fist and went into a raucous peal of laughter that made several timid…looking second…years over beside the window jump。 A reluctant grin spread over Harry's face as he watched Ron rolling around on the hearthrug。
Hermione gave Ron a look of deep disgust and returned to her letter。
'Well？' Ron said finally； looking up at Harry。 'How was it？'
Harry considered for a moment。
'Wet；' he said truthfully。
Ron made a noise that might have indicated jubilation or disgust； it was hard to tell。
'Because she was crying；' Harry continued heavily。
'Oh；' said Ron； his smile fading slightly。 'Are you that bad at kissing？'
'Dunno；' said Harry； who hadn't considered this； and immediately felt rather worried。 'Maybe I am。'
'Of course you're not；' said Hermione absently； still scribbling away at her letter。
'How do you know？' said Ron very sharply。
'Because Cho spends half her time crying these days；' said Hermione vaguely。 'She does it at mealtimes； in the loos； all over the place。'
'You'd think a bit of kissing would cheer her up；' said Ron； grinning。
'Ron；' said Hermione in a dignified voice； dipping the point of her quill into her inkpot； 'you are the most insensitive wart I have ever had the misfortune to meet。'
'What's that supposed to mean？' said Ron indignantly。 'What sort of person cries while someone's kissing them？'
'Yeah；' said Harry； slightly desperately； 'who does？'
Hermione looked at the pair of them with an almost pitying expression on her face。
'Don't you understand how Cho's feeling at the moment？' she asked。
'No；' said Harry and Ron together。
Hermione sighed and laid down her quill。
'Well； obviously； she's feeling very sad； because of Cedric dying。 Then I expect she's feeling confused because she liked Cedric and now she likes Harry； and she can't work out who she likes best。 Then she'll be feeling guilty； thinking it's an insult to Cedric's memory to be kissing Harry at all； and she'll be worrying about what everyone else might say about her if she starts going out with Harry。 And she probably can't work out what her feelings towards Harry are； anyway； because he was the one who was with Cedric when Cedric died； so that's all very mixed up and painful。 Oh； and she's afraid she's going to be thrown off the Ravenclaw Quidditch team because she's been flying so badly。'
A slightly stunned silence greeted the end of this speech； then Ron said； 'One person can't feel all that at once； they'd explode。'
'Just because you've got the emotional range of a teaspoon doesn't mean we all have；' said Hermione nastily picking up her quill again。
'She was the one who started it；' said Harry。 'I wouldn't've … she just sort of came at me … and next thing she's crying all over me … I didn't know what to do …'
'Don't blame you； mate；' said Ron； looking alarmed at the very thought。
'You just had to be nice to her；' said Hermione； looking up anxiously。 'You were； weren't you？'
'Well；' said Harry； an unpleasant heat creeping up his face； 'I sort of … patted her on the back a bit。'
Hermione looked as though she was restraining herself from rolling her eyes with extreme difficulty。
'Well； I suppose it could have been worse；' she said。 'Are you going to see her again？'
I'll have to； won't I？' said Harry。 'We've got DA meetings； haven't we？'
'You know what I mean；' said Hermione impatiently。
Harry said nothing。 Hermione's words opened up a whole new vista of frightening possibilities。 He tried to imagine going somewhere with Cho … Hogsmeade； perhaps … and being alone with her for hours at a time。 Of course； she would have been expecting him to ask her out after what had just happened： the thought made his stomach clench painfully。
'Oh well；' said Hermione distantly； buried in her letter once more； 'you'll have plenty of opportunities to ask her。'
'What if he doesn't want to ask her？' said Ron； who had been watching Harry with an unusually shrewd expression on his face。
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