Harry tapped his quill nervously against the edge of the book. Looking at the book, and the undeniable reality of it's power... it humbled him. He was eager to right wrongs, and settle scores. But was just as eager not to lose control of the book, and surrender to his darker impulses.
He nodded resolutely to himself, and closed the book jamming it back in his bag. It was time to see how his rules had affected Cho and Ginny. Even with the new descriptions he was eager to see how hot the girls looked now. He was afraid there might be consequences, unintended side-effects.
He wanted, no, needed to check on Ginny and Cho.
The Marauder's Map, showed Cho in the Ravenclaw Tower, her dorm room he guessed. She was alone, so probably studying. Ginny wasn't on the map, and Harry remembered something about her going to Hogsmeade.
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Cho was feeling agitated, she studied for two hours and itched for something more physical. Her room-mates were in the library, and likely to remain there until the Sun went down. Guiltily she glanced over to the door, it was shut, but not locked.
She gave a slow yawn, and stretched. As her hands settled, they drifted lower, her nails brushing over her stomach.
She murmured to herself, the thought teasing her. It'd burn a few calories, and it's fun.
Firmly she stopped herself, and sat up.
"No! Quidditch practice." she told herself. The thought of bumping into Harry already forming in her head. She liked practising with him, and she was sure that he enjoyed it as well. It was a passion they shared, and a silence they shared.
She never talked about 'it' with Harry, and Harry never talked to her bust, just chatting casually like the good friends they were. But she could still surprise him with nuggets of information about Quidditch. It was odd to think of Harry growing up, not knowing about Quidditch. She just admired his natural grace on a broom.
She put on her old Quidditch strip, it was just a size too small, and tight in all the right places, perfect for distracting Harry. Grabbing her broom, she headed out. Barely had she left, than she bumped into Harry, also broom in hand.
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