Accidental Matrimony Title:Accidental Matrimony Pairing: Harry Potter/Cho Chang Rating:PG-13 Disclaimer:I own nothing and make no profit from any of this. Word Count:1498 A/N:This started as me trying to re-boot a discarded fic and finish it off so I could meet a prompt on a bingo table. Somehow within all that a multichap idea popped into my head and now apparently I'm pottering around with a 'accidentally married' fic. No idea if I will have the ideas to continue it or not but I hope so. Summery: A Yule Ball is the last thing that Harry Potter wants to deal with. Deciding to ask Cho before someone else does, Harry just hopes she will want to go with the real him and not the guy in the papers. Maybe she might even respect him from their time on the field together. Then his magic interferes.
The minute that Harry hears the announcement about the ball he groans and buries his head in his hands. First he had to fight a dragon and now he has to go to a formal dance of all things. It is a complete and utter nightmare. When he looks up, he sees the Gryffindor girls blushing and giggling as they chat amongst themselves, eying the boys up and down the table as if they are lumps of meat.
“Great,” Harry mutters, “this is just what I need, this is.”
“I think a ball will be wonderful,” Hermione gushes. “Imagine how different it will be in the magical world!”
Harry, bitterly, thinks he doesn’t even know what they are like in the muggle world. That would have involved his so called family allowing him to learn anything of importance about anything outside of his chores. There are so many things he doesn’t know about the magical world, but just as many that he doesn’t know about the world he grew up in either.
“I’ll have to talk to girls,” Harry mutters, more to himself than to his friends but Hermione responds anyway.
“Well, of course. You don’t get a date by magic, though to be fair I am sure that plenty will want to go with the boy-who lived and a Champion of Hogwarts. If you want to get who you really like though, don’t dawdle,” Hermione says, before turning back to her food.
Glancing up, Harry sees that Ron looks about as happy about the whole thing as he feels but something in Hermione’s words strikes a chord. It is bad enough that he has to go to a ball, and will probably have to dance, but it will be even worse if he ends up going with someone he doesn’t like. Grabbing a slice of apple pie, Harry studies the girls of Hogwarts carefully. He immediately rules out anyone that is looking at him like he is some sort of prize to be competed for and that, sadly, rules out most of his own house. His stomach churns uncomfortably when he glances at the Ravenclaw table and spots Cho Chang. Remembering their time flying against one another, Harry pictures the way the wind catches her hair and how pink would tinge her cheeks in the cold air.
He wants to ask her but can’t imagine why she would want to go with him. Cho is not one of the girls looking at him, so he gathers that she must not be fussed about his status as some the others are. So, why would she want to go with him? Cho is beautiful and Harry is scrawny, and a year younger which is a lifetime at Hogwarts. Yet, he is guaranteed to end up with someone else that he doesn’t fancy if he doesn’t ask her quickly and someone else takes her instead. The worst that could happen is that she says no and, well there were many others girls that seemed eager to go to the ball with a champion as Hermione said. Even Pansy Parkinson is eyeing up at times, to Harry’s immense discomfort.
Yes, Harry decides, he will ask Cho and see what happens. First though, he is going to finish his pie, and perhaps wait until the morning.
Harry almost loses his nerve about asking anyone to the ball, let alone Cho, the next morning when one of the Gryffindor seventh years is rejected at breakfast to a chorus of giggles from his intended’s friends. The entire ends up looking at the poor guy and whispered to each other while the boy stumbles back towards his own table and sinks into his seat looking mortified. Harry certainly doesn’t want to be part of that. Gossip that he picks up between his cereal and his toast suggest others might have had more luck though, and he swithers on whether to ask Cho or not. It might be easier to set a new trend and wing it by going alone.
“Girls travel in packs,” Seamus scowls, while throwing himself into a seat beside Ron. “I’ve been trying to get Lavender alone since the announcement of the bloody ball and in the end; I had to ask with Parvati giggling at me the whole time!”
Viciously stabbing his sausage, Seamus doesn’t notice Harry’s panicked look but Ron just shrugs at him, “Don’t know what you’re looking concerned at mate. There is plenty of time before this stupid ball and besides, you’re Harry Potter. Loads of people will want to go with you. It is me that will have the problem.”
There is a bitter undertone to Ron’s words and Harry can’t help snapping, “Yeah, but I don’t want someone to go with me just because I’m Harry Potter. You’re never going to get it, are you? I don’t like being famous and nothing is ever going to change that! I just want someone that sees me!”
“Whatever mate,” Ron mumbles, returning to his toast. Harry breathes heavily, aware of his magic brimming under the surface. Trying desperately to get it under control he imagines what the papers would say he if had an episode of accidental magic at the age of fourteen. It would be just the sort of thing to happen to him, after all. Noticing movement at the Ravenclaw table, Harry startles. Cho is leaving and more importantly she is leaving by herself. Possible impending magical outburst or not it is not a chance he can allow to pass him by.
* “Cho? Can I talk to you for a minute?” Harry says loudly, blushing when Cho turns on her heels and stares at him with wide eyes.
“Um, sure?” She replies breathlessly, moving off to the side a little to give them some privacy as pink tinges her cheeks. Harry fumbles with his hands while crossing the entrance hall, trying to work out what to say to her instead of just blurting it out and making a fool of himself. As he makes his way towards her, he realises that they have never actually spoken, and it suddenly seems like a terrible idea.
“I well, wanted to ask you something and,” Harry begins, tucking his hands behind his back in an effort to hide house nervous he is from Cho, who herself appears glad that she has her books to hold to her chest as a barrier between them, “I noticed that you were, well, alone and um, stuff.”
“Ok?” Cho giggles. “Well, what is it that you want to ask me, Harry?”
Harry feels like his lungs have suddenly collapsed and denied him all access to oxygen but rushes on with the question anyway because he can see more students starting to filter out of breakfast, and he really doesn’t want an audience when Cho rejects him. “I was wondering if you would, well, want to come to the Yule ball with me? It is ok if you don’t, because I know that we don’t really know each other but you are really pretty and a really amazing seeker, and it was amazing when you played Slytherin and.”
“Harry, I would like that.”
“I…what?” Harry demands dumbly, almost spitting out the question in shock while feeling his nerves and magic jangle under the surface. “You do? I mean you would? I mean, really?”
“Really.” Cho smiles, blushing even harder than before and swaying a little on her feet the way Harry has seen many girls do when they seem happy about something. It makes absolutely no sense to him but he takes it as a good thing.
“Well, that is bloody brilliant then!” Harry says, beaming at her and nodding to himself. Without thinking about it, he reaches over and pats Cho’s arm with a smile, feeling his hand grow warm as he does so before pulling back with a start. “I’ll um, get to class now and eh, let you get to yours.” Cho nods, blushing, and turns to make for the door before pausing and turning around to face Harry again, who had been staring at her back with a silly smile on his face.
“And Harry? I think you’re a pretty amazing seeker too.” Another smile and then she is gone, and Harry is left standing alone in the entrance hall watching her wander down towards the greenhouses and wondering exactly what just happened. It feels like his whole body is tingling but he puts it down to nervous excitement and heads off towards the Grand Staircase.
Apparently he has a date to the Yule Ball, and with Cho bloody Chang!
Harry just doesn’t realise that things could never have been that simple for him and one touch had changed everything, binding him to Cho Chang without either of them realising it. Deep within Gringotts an ancient tapestry glows and a golden thread magically stitches itself from the Potter heir to a new Lady Potter in marriage, Cho Chang.