Chapter 26 Seen And Unforseen
Luna said vaguely that she did not know how soon Rita's interview with Harry would appear in The Quibbler, that her father was expecting a lovely long article on recent sightings of Crumple-Horned Snorkacks, ‘—and of
course, that'll be a very important story, so Harry's might have to wait for the following issue,’ said Luna.
Harry had not found it an easy experience to talk about the night when Voldemort had returned. Rita had pressed him for every little detail and he had given her everything he could remember, knowing that this was his one
big opportunity to tell the world the truth. He wondered how people would react to the story. He guessed that it would confirm a lot of people in the view that he was completely insane, not least because his story would be
appearing alongside utter rubbish about Crumple-Horned Snorkacks. But the breakout of Bellatrix Lestrange and her fellow Death Eaters had given Harry a burning desire to do something, whether or not it worked ...
‘Can't wait to see what Umbridge thinks of you going public,’ said Dean, sounding awestruck at dinner on Monday night. Seamus was shovelling down large amounts of chicken and ham pie on Dean's other side, but Harry
knew he was listening.
‘It's the right thing to do, Harry,’ said Neville, who was sitting opposite him. He was rather pale, but went on in a low voice, ‘It must have been ... tough ... talking about it ... was it?’
‘Yeah,’ mumbled Harry, ‘but people have got to know what Voldemort's capable of, haven't they?’
‘That's right,’ said Neville, nodding, ‘and his Death Eaters, too ... people should know ...’
Neville left his sentence hanging and returned to his baked potato. Seamus looked up, but when he caught Harry's eye he looked quickly back at his plate again. After a while, Dean, Seamus and Neville departed for the
common room, leaving Harry and Hermione at the table waiting for Ron, who had not yet had dinner because of Quidditch practice.
Cho Chang walked into the Hall with her friend Marietta. Harry's stomach gave an unpleasant lurch, but she did not look over at the Gryffindor table, and sat down with her back to him.
‘Oh, I forgot to ask you,’ said Hermione brightly, glancing over at the Ravenclaw table, ‘what happened on your date with Cho? How come you were back so early?’
‘Er ... well, it was ...’ said Harry, pulling a dish of rhubarb crumble towards him and helping himself to seconds, ‘a complete fiasco, now you mention it.’
And he told her what had happened in Madam Puddifoot's teashop.
‘... so then,’ he finished several minutes later, as the final bit of crumble disappeared, ‘she jumps up, right, and says, “I'll see you around, Harry,” and runs out of the place!’ He put down his spoon and looked at Hermione. ‘I
mean, what was all that about? What was going on?’
Hermione glanced over at the back of Cho's head and sighed.
‘Oh, Harry,’ she said sadly. ‘Well, I'm sorry but you were a bit tactless.’
‘Me, tactless?’ said Harry, outraged. ‘One minute we were getting on fine, next minute she was telling me that Roger Davies asked her out and how she used to go and snog Cedric in that stupid teashop—how was I supposed
to feel about that?’
‘Well, you see,’ said Hermione, with the patient air of someone explaining that one plus one equals two to an over-emotional toddler, ‘you shouldn't have told her that you wanted to meet me halfway through your date.’
‘But, but,’ spluttered Harry, ‘but—you told me to meet you at twelve and to bring her along, how was I supposed to do that without telling her?’
‘You should have told her differently,’ said Hermione, still with that maddeningly patient air. ‘You should have said it was really annoying, but I'd made you promise to come along to the Three Broomsticks, and you really didn't
want to go, you'd much rather spend the whole day with her, but unfortunately you thought you really ought to meet me and would she please, please come along with you and hopefully you'd be able to get away more
quickly. And it might have been a good idea to mention how ugly you think I am, too,’ Hermione added as an afterthought.
‘But I don't think you're ugly,’ said Harry, bemused.
Hermione laughed.
‘Harry, you're worse than Ron ... well, no, you're not,’ she sighed, as Ron himself came stumping into the Hall splattered with mud and looking grumpy. ‘Look—you upset Cho when you said you were going to meet me, so she
tried to make you jealous. It was her way of trying to find out how much you liked her.’
‘Is that what she was doing?’ said Harry, as Ron dropped onto the bench opposite them and pulled every dish within reach towards him. ‘Well, wouldn't it have been easier if she'd just asked me whether I liked her better than
you?’
‘Girls don't often ask questions like that,’ said Hermione.
‘Well, they should!’ said Harry forcefully. ‘Then I could've just told her I fancy her, and she wouldn't have had to get herself all worked up again about Cedric dying!’
‘I'm not saying what she did was sensible,’ said Hermione, as Ginny joined them, just as muddy as Ron and looking equally disgruntled. ‘I'm just trying to make you see how she was feeling at the time.’
‘You should write a book,’ Ron told Hermione as he cut up his potatoes, ‘translating mad things girls do so boys can understand them.’
‘Yeah,’ said Harry fervently, looking over at the Ravenclaw table. Cho had just got up, and, still not looking at him, she left the Great Hall. Feeling rather depressed, he looked back at Ron and Ginny. ‘So, how was Quidditch
practice?’
‘It was a nightmare,’ said Ron in a surly voice.
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