The scarlet train screeched and slowly pulled away. There was chaos and cacophony on the platform as parents waved and shouted goodbyes to their children, but Cho’s eyes were focused unwaveringly on a streak of bright red that shone through the cloud of steam. She didn’t glance at the tall man with unruly black hair and glasses who held the red- ( Read more... )

Flaming red hair falling all around her face, Ginny bent low over a particularly confusing bit of Transfiguration reading and shifted in her seat from discomfort. She’d been in the library for over two hours now trying to complete the assignment, but her prolonged sitting wasn’t the source for her unease; for she last half-hour, she’d been sure ( Read more... )

Over the next two months Ginny and Neville led the DA in guerilla warfare against Snape and the Carrows, and Cho was always there to help Ginny plan, prepare, and sometimes just to talk. Ginny, who had been bemused and unconcerned with the mirror communication at first, came to find that she very much needed someone to talk to. Hermione was gone, ( Read more... )

Ginny passed the next two days with only brief contact with Cho, exclusively through their mirrors. Harry no longer plagued her mind every hour, and with her heart totally spellbound by the thought of Cho the decision she had to make seemed so natural that her mind was, during the day, untroubled by it.

It was when she lay in her empty bed at ( Read more... )

Cho nearly died laughing about the whole thing when Ginny told her later that same night. “So, really, they checked every person in the whole castle? Wow, Gin, you’ve got some stalkers for friends!” she howled from the hearth rug, where she was rolling around laughing. Ginny grinned and tried to focus on the Transfiguration homework on the table ( Read more... )

The next few months gave the couple little time together. Ginny was having more and more detention and difficulties as the Carrows cracked down mercilessly on the students. Cho always waited her visits anxiously with Essence of Dittany and a comforting touch, and busied her time with exploring the Room of Requirement’s capabilities. Finally, in mid ( Read more... )

Ginny woke up early the next morning, brushing midnight-black strands of hair from her face. Cho continued sleeping peacefully, and Ginny had difficulty extricating herself from the lovely entanglement of their bodies. She slipped out the door and downstairs, where her father was already leaving for work. He glanced over at Ginny as she came down ( Read more... )

The next week passed quickly. Ginny and Cho had quiet, reserved moments alone, but Mrs. Weasley was so concerned for both her own youngest child and this poor refugee girl that she seldom left them in peace for long. She never caught on- the girls were very cautious and never let things get out of hand, keeping their clothes on during the day.

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It had been a tense departure from the Burrow. Arthur had somehow convinced his wife that Cho must accompany them, but Mrs. Weasley nevertheless refused to talk to or even look at either girl as they walked quickly down the road under the dim light of sunrise. Passing the enchantments’ barriers they came to an abrupt halt. Mr. Weasley took hold of ( Read more... )