A/N: One shot, a bit of a spin off of my 'Oh, the Things She Imagined'. I love one shots. You can't loose intrest in them, because by the time you do, it's already done. On with the show! Cho's POV.
He was cute. Definitely cute. All the girls said so. Yeah, go ahead. He likes you, you know. Practically begging for you to pay attention to him. And so, she had started to play with his heart. Pulling on this string and that, playing the miserable damsel in distress card, then the guilt card. It had worked. He had said yes. Or, rather, she had said yes, making him think it was his idea. He was such an innocent.
Of course, she liked him. Who wouldn't fall in love with a handsome, haunted hero? He would be her trophy, her prize. She would take his beautiful innocence and put it into a stasis, keep him in the same state forever, her very own frozen image. He had fallen into her trap like the impressionable little boy he was.
Then, of course, there was the Weasel. Following him around like a puppy on a string. But the Weasel had changed. She had become quiet in a resolved way, not in the usual shy way. And Cho worried. She simply knew she was plotting, planning the perfect way to get her beautiful, innocent Harry away from her. To take away the frozen image she had worked so hard to get.
She hadn't meant to break up with him. Not permanently, at least. She had thought making him suffer for a day or two would bring him closer, suck him into the ice. Now all she had left was a whole lot of ice and no innocent image. And she started some plotting of her own.
She needed him. She wanted his beautiful face to be hers. She wanted to carve his heart out and put it in amber, preserving it in a little box, a box on her nightstand. She wanted his naivety, that beautiful lack of knowledge that was so easily soiled. Most of all, she wanted him. She wanted him. She wanted him. She would do anything in her means to get him. To freeze him, stow him away until she wanted to stare in amazement at his advantage over her, observe it with a befitting wonder and shock.
She spun her web like the clever spider she was. She made conditions exactly right to the very last detail. And it failed. The meticulous plan failed. He had looked at her with no feeling other than pity, then turned away, laughing with his friends. Oh, but she would have him. She would just have to plan harder. She had two months...
But first, she would have to get rid of the Weasel...
She wanted him...
A/n: Short and sorry, so says I.