"I’m fine Cho, really. I’m getting checked up by Madame Pomfrey after class anyway," assured Harry, perhaps a little exasperatedly. He knew she and the others meant well, really. But having grown up having to practically take care of himself, Harry wasn’t used to being coddled like this. It was nice, but there was a deep part of him that distrusted the care he was receiving, like he thought that they were all baiting him into a trap.