Harry understood Cho being upset about Cedric; he hadn't even been that close to him, but actually seeing him die was something he'd never wish on anyone. It was horrible, something he dreamed about, much to his dismay. He guessed that was partly why he felt for Cho, but it was more that she was, well, she was very pretty. Clever, too. So he fancied her and it was awkward -or rather, he was awkward- but he still wouldn't ever say no to spending a little time with her. He just wished she wouldn't cry all the time.
Anyway, so after last year, he often took to wandering about on his own, without Ron and Hermione at his side, and just then he was on his way up from Potions when he saw her. Butterflies started flying about in his stomach, which didn't help the nervousness he always felt in her presence.
"Hey, Cho," he greeted, changing course slightly to head in her direction. He shifted his bag on his shoulder so it was more comfortable as he stopped in front of her. "Er-how're you today?"