For Cheeky's Weekly Drabbles Competition- Insane. Prompts Cho/Hooch (Chooch), truth, apology, glimmer and "I won't pretend to understand."

Also… this is fic #100! :)

The truth is you can't help yourself.

You have tried; God knows that you have tried. You've spent too many nights awake, second-guessing and rationalizing and dissecting your guilt. You have tried to restrain yourself from giving in to her.

But you have always been a spectacular failure, haven't you, Ro? And that is why you are in the girl's changing room long after the Ravenclaw Quidditch team has finished practice. You check the log sheet and you see that their practice actually ended an hour ago, but she is still here, so you wait.

And yes, it may be shameful. And yes, you are the irresponsible party in this situation, because you are her teacher, her coach, a Hogwarts employee.

And she is just a vulnerable girl who spends too much time in the shower, and who hopes that the water streaming down her face masks the tears. But it never does. You know this better than anyone.

But you also know that is not what she needs to hear. And some sort of apology for something you had nothing to do with will only sound empty, so you shrug your shoulders and say, "I won't pretend to understand."

Because you don't. And neither does she.

But there is the glimmer of gratitude in her smile when she seeks you out, night after night, whether she has Quidditch practice or not. It's so, so wrong and you really, really shouldn't, but loneliness has convinced you that one thing just has a way of leading to another without any help from you. She doesn't want someone to understand, anyway. She just wants someone to love her.

And to deny her that would be more wrong than any sin you could ever commit.