We sat down on one of the benches but neither one of us could speak. We kept glancing at each other and waited for someone to start the conversation.
“It’s cold outside. We shouldn’t be here.” Harry stood up and offered a hand. I ignored it.
“Are you mad at me, Harry?” I looked away. I didn’t want to look at him because I might cry.
“N-no. Why would you think that?”
“You tell me. You’re the one who’s not talking to me.”
“I-I’m just busy that’s all. I’m sorry if I offended you that way.”
“Is it true? That you didn’t make Cedric your assistant because of me?” I finally said it. I’ve been holding on to that question for sometime now.
“Why?” I asked again. “Was he a bother to you?” “Was he bloody arrogant?” “Do you despise him” “Or—“ I asked too many questions at once. Harry looked confused for a moment. He was frowning and he looked like he didn’t understand what we were talking about.
“I don’t… know... w-what you’re talking a-about.” He replied. “But I like you Cho, I really do.” He added.