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But just as he moved his hand forwards； Cho took hers off the table。 She was now watching Roger Davies kissing his girlfriend with a mildly interested expression。
'He asked me out； you know；' she said in a quiet voice。 'A couple of weeks ago。 Roger。 I turned him down； though。'
Harry； who had grabbed the sugar bowl to excuse his sudden lunging movement across the table； could not think why she was telling him this。 If she wished she were sitting at the next table being heartily kissed by Roger Davies； why had she agreed to e out with him？
He said nothing。 Their cherub threw another handful of confetti over them； some of it landed in the last cold dregs of coffee Harry had been about to drink。
'I came in here with Cedric last year；' said Cho。
In the second or so it took for him to take in what she had said； Harry's insides had bee glacial。 He could not believe she wanted to talk about Cedric now； while kissing couples surrounded them and a cherub floated over their heads。
Cho's voice was rather higher when she spoke again。
'I've been meaning to ask you for ages： did Cedric … did he … in … in … mention me at all before he died？'
This was the very last subject on earth Harry wanted to discuss； and least of all with Cho。
'Well … no …' he said quietly。 There … there wasn't time for him to say anything。 Erm： so： d'you： d'you get to see a lot of Quidditch in the holidays？ You support the Tornados； right？'
His voice sounded falsely bright and cheery。 To his horror； he saw that her eyes were swimming with tears again； just as they had been after the last DA meeting before Christmas。
'Look；' he said desperately； leaning in so that nobody else could overhear； 'let's not talk about Cedric right now： let's talk about something else
But this； apparently； was quite the wrong thing to say。
'I thought；' she said； tears spattering down on to the table； 'I thought you'd u … u … understand！ I need to talk about it！ Surely you n … need to talk about it't … too！ I mean； you saw it happen； d … didn't you？'
Everything was going nightmarishly wrong； Roger Davies's girlfriend had even unglued herself to look round at Cho crying。
'Well … I have talked about it；' Harry said in a whisper； 'to Ron and Hermione； but …'
'Oh； you'll talk to Hermione Granger！' she said shrilly； her face now shining with tears。 Several more kissing couples broke apart to stare。 'But you won't talk to me！ P … perhaps it would be best if we just： just p … paid and you went and met up with Hermione G … Granger； like you obviously want to！'
Harry stared at her； utterly bewildered； as she seized a frilly napkin and dabbed at her shining face with it。
'Cho？' he said weakly； wishing Roger would seize his girlfriend and start kissing her again to stop her goggling at him and Cho。
'Go on； leave！' she said； now crying into the napkin。 'I don't know why you asked me out in the first place if you're going to make arrangements to meet other girls right after me： how many are you meeting after Hermione？'
'It's not like that！' said Harry； and he was so relieved at finally understanding what she was annoyed about that he laughed； which he realised a split second too late was also a mistake。
Cho sprang to her feet。 The whole tearoom was quiet and everybody was watching them now。
I'll see you around； Harry' she said dramatically； and hiccoughing slightly she dashed to the door； wrenched it open and hurried off into the pouring rain。
'Cho！' Harry called after her； but the door had already swung shut behind her with a tuneful tinkle。
There was total silence within the teashop。 Every eye was on Harry。 He threw a Galleon down on to the table； shook pink confetti out of his hair； and followed Cho out of the door。
It was raining hard now and she was nowhere to be seen。 He simply did not understand what had happened； half an hour ago they had been getting along fine。
'Women！' he muttered angrily； sloshing down the rain…washed street with his hands in his pockets。 'What did she want to talk about Cedric for； anyway？ Why does she always want to drag up a subject that makes her act like a human hosepipe？'
He turned right and broke into a splashy run； and within minutes he was turning into the doorway of the Three Broomsticks。 He knew he was too early to meet Hermione； but he thought it likely there would be someone in here with whom he could spend the intervening time。 He shook his wet hair out of his eyes and looked around。 Hagrid was sitting alone in a corner； looking morose。
'Hi； Hagrid！' he said； when he had squeezed through the crammed tables and pulled up a chair beside him。
Hagrid jumped and looked down at Harry as though he barely recognised him。 Harry saw that he had two fresh cuts on his face and several new bruises。
'Oh； it's yeh； Harry；' said Hagrid。 'Yeh all righ？'
'Yeah； I'm fine；' lied Harry； but； next to this battered and mournful…looking Hagrid； he felt he didn't really have much to plain about。 'Er … are you OK？'
'Me？' said Hagrid。 'Oh yeah； I'm grand； Harry； grand。'
He gazed into the depths of his pewter tankard； which was the size of a large bucket； and sighed。 Harry didn't know what to say to him。 They sat side by side in silence for a moment。 Then Hagrid said abruptly； 'In the same boat； yeh an' me； aren' we； 'Arry？'
'Er …' said Harry。
'Yeah： I've said it before： both outsiders； like；' said Hagrid； nodding wisely。 'An' both orphans。 Yeah： both orphans。'
He took a great swig from his tankard。
'Makes a diff'rence； havin' a decent family；' he said。 'Me dad was decent。 An' your mum an' dad were decent。 If they'd lived； life woulda bin diff'rent； eh？'
'Yeah： I's'pose；' said Harry cautiously。 Hagrid seemed to be in a very strange mood。
'Family；' said Hagrid gloomily。 'Whatever yeh say； blood's important：'
And he wiped a trickle of it out of his eye。
'Hagrid；' said Harry； unable to stop himself； 'where are you getting all these injuries？'
'Eh？' said Hagrid； looking startled。 'Wha' injuries？'
'All those！' said Harry； pointing at Hagrid's face。
'Oh： tha's jus' normal bumps an' bruises； Harry；' said Hagrid dismissively； 'I got a rough job。'
He drained his tankard； set it back on the table and got to his feet。
I'll be seein' yeh； Harry： take care now。'
And he lumbered out of the pub looking wretched； and disappeared into the torrential rain。 Harry watched him go； feeling miserable。 Hagrid was unhappy and he was hiding something； but he seemed determined not to accept help。 What was going on？ But before Harry could think about it any further； he heard a voice calling his name。
'Harry！ Harry； over here！'
Hermione was waving at him from the other side of the room。 He got up and made his way towards her through the crowded pub。 He was still a few tables away when he realised that Hermione was not alone。 She was sitting at a table with the unlikeliest pair of drinking mates he could ever have imagined： Luna Lovegood and none other than Rita Skeeter； ex…journalist on the Daily Prophet and one of Hermione's least favourite people in the world。
'You're early！' said Hermione； moving along to give him room to sit down。 'I thought you were with Cho； I wasn't expecting you for another hour at least！'
'Cho？' said Rita at once； twisting round in her seat to stare avidly at Harry。 'A girl？'
She snatched up her crocodile…skin handbag and groped within it。
'It's none of your business if Harry's been with a hundred girls；' Hermione told Rita coolly。 'So you can put that away right now。'
Rita had been on the point of withdrawing an acid…green quill from her bag。 Looking as though she had been forced to swallow Stinksap； she snapped her bag shut again。
'What are you up to？' Harry asked； sitting down and staring from Rita to Luna to Hermione。
'Little Miss Perfect was just about to tell me when you arrived；' said Rita； taking a large slurp of her drink。 'I suppose I'm allowed to talk to him； am I？' she shot at Hermione。
'Yes； I suppose you are；' said Hermione coldly。