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�Harry, you were amazing!� Hermione came running behind Harry and Ron as they exited the Quidditch stadium. Harry grinned at her, but then glanced at Ron briefly. His face showed the slightest twinge of jealousy that Harry just barely noticed.
�I think Ron did really well too,� Harry said. Ron smiled at him proudly, and then looked over at Hermione. She laughed brightly.
�Of course he did, Harry, he�s an incredible keeper. I daresay even better than Oliver Wood was!� she exclaimed. Ron blushed lightly and looked away from her. Harry stared at Hermione. Her curly hair had been tied back in a ponytail with a few strands swinging in her face. Damn, she�s pretty, Harry thought to himself. Suddenly, he blinked quickly and shook his head. No, he said, I like Cho. Hermione is just my friend. He wiped his forehead on his sleeve. Both he and Ron were sweating profusely, however Harry wasn�t sure that it was just from playing Quidditch.
�Well, you two had better go clean up,� Hermione said, obviously noticing the sweat dripping from their chins. �I�ll catch you up at dinner.� She said, trotting away cheerfully. Harry and Ron both began to return to the Commons Room. They were both smiling to themselves, overcome with delight.
Adrenaline was slowly creeping through Harry�s body, and his heart was beating quickly. The joy of wining Quidditch flowed through his veins. He couldn�t imagine any better feeling. He and Ron came up to the portrait of the fat lady. Harry was in a trance, mesmerized by his feeling. He heard Ron distantly mutter the password and they walked through the open portal. Harry lazily climbed the stairs, lost in a wild train of thought. As he and Ron washed their faces, he couldn�t help wonder if there was a feeling better than winning Quidditch.
Harry, having been oppressed most of his life until the fateful day he came to Hogwarts, had only really experienced happiness during the last four years. During that time, some things that should have been fun really weren�t� like winning the Triwizard Tournament last year. This, of course, had been a total disaster. Additionally, Harry had almost gone to live with Sirius instead of his nasty relatives, which also backfired. The only thing in Harry�s life that had ever really gone well for him was Quidditch, and this is why he felt it was the best experience that existed.
Harry sighed happily as he pulled an undershirt over his head. He slipped on a pair of old jeans and put his cloak on over top.
As soon as Ron was ready, they headed off for dinner. Harry walked down the hallway nonchalantly. Neither of the boys were talking but at this moment, Harry didn�t care. He just wanted to bathe in the glory of his last Quidditch victory. But Harry�s thoughts were interrupted when he trod on the robes of the girl walking in front of him.
�Sorry,� he muttered. The girl turned around and looked at him. Unexpectedly, Harry found himself staring into Cho�s face. Be snapped back into reality, and began to stutter. She smiled at him and slowed down in order to walk next to him. Ron sniggered and backed off.
Harry searched for words to say, but none came out. Luckily, Cho read his mind and broke the awkward silence for him.
�Great game, Harry,� she said. Harry smiled back.
�Y-you too,� he said. She giggled a little and looked straight into his eyes. They continued to walk towards the Great Hall.
�You know, I�d love it if you could teach me some of you�re great moves,� Cho said, touching Harry�s arm lightly. Harry gulped and felt his stomach fill with butterflies. His eyes widened a bit and he stared at her, drawing a blank. She looked at him with a disappointed expression.
�Unless of course,� she began, �You don�t want to��
�No� I mean� that would be fantastic!� Harry said anxiously. The two walked through the doors to the Great Hall. Cho smiled at Harry graciously.
�Good then!� she exclaimed, beaming. Harry stared at her, grinning stupidly. He felt light headed and he hardly recognized where he was, that is, until he felt the painful grip on his arm. He blinked and looked to his side.
Standing there, red-faced and scowling, was an angry Hermione. �Come on, Harry,� she said, glaring at Cho. �You must be really hungry after winning that Quidditch match. Let�s go eat dinner.�