Don't Deny What You Feel
Chapter 1
The wind was blowing noisily outside of the window, and Harry Potter was sitting by the window, thinking about what had happened earlier in the evening.
"Harry," Cho said, "we need to talk." Harry followed her out of the Great Hall and they both went outside. "Harry, I'm so sorry," Cho started, "I don't know what came over me or why I did this, I just hope you can forgive me." Harry gulped as he knew what was coming. Cho continued, "Harry, I've been seeing someone else. I'm so sorry that I did this to you and I wish it didn't have to end this way, but I can't be with you anymore. I'm in love," Harry looked at Cho, who was staring at the ground with guilt. "Who is it Cho?" Harry asked, with no hint of anger in his voice. "It's Roger Davies, I've been seeing him for a few weeks, and I really think that he's the one," Harry didn't know what to say. "I'm so sorry Harry, I really am," With that said, Cho gave Harry one last kiss and left him outside, sad and lonely.
Harry had somehow made it up to his room without crying. He slumped onto his bed, thinking about what he had done to deserve this. He picked up a vase and in anger, threw it against a wall. It shattered into millions of tiny pieces. It was then that Harry started to cry. Harry picked up more objects, not caring whether they were his or not, and began to throw them around the room in rage. He tore his roommates' posters off the wall; the Quidditch players glared at him, no longer moving, as they were torn off their pedestals. He tore open his trunk and ripped up anything that reminded him of his relationship with Cho. Pictures of them kissing, pictures of them on dates, pictures of them holding hands... they all reminded Harry of how well things were going with her.
Chapter 1
The wind was blowing noisily outside of the window, and Harry Potter was sitting by the window, thinking about what had happened earlier in the evening.
"Harry," Cho said, "we need to talk." Harry followed her out of the Great Hall and they both went outside. "Harry, I'm so sorry," Cho started, "I don't know what came over me or why I did this, I just hope you can forgive me." Harry gulped as he knew what was coming. Cho continued, "Harry, I've been seeing someone else. I'm so sorry that I did this to you and I wish it didn't have to end this way, but I can't be with you anymore. I'm in love," Harry looked at Cho, who was staring at the ground with guilt. "Who is it Cho?" Harry asked, with no hint of anger in his voice. "It's Roger Davies, I've been seeing him for a few weeks, and I really think that he's the one," Harry didn't know what to say. "I'm so sorry Harry, I really am," With that said, Cho gave Harry one last kiss and left him outside, sad and lonely.
Harry had somehow made it up to his room without crying. He slumped onto his bed, thinking about what he had done to deserve this. He picked up a vase and in anger, threw it against a wall. It shattered into millions of tiny pieces. It was then that Harry started to cry. Harry picked up more objects, not caring whether they were his or not, and began to throw them around the room in rage. He tore his roommates' posters off the wall; the Quidditch players glared at him, no longer moving, as they were torn off their pedestals. He tore open his trunk and ripped up anything that reminded him of his relationship with Cho. Pictures of them kissing, pictures of them on dates, pictures of them holding hands... they all reminded Harry of how well things were going with her.