A/N: Sad Cho/Harry... 300 words...
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One regret:
"The one regret I have of my life is that I am not somebody else."
Woody Allen.
Harry James Potter lay next to his fiancée.
He studied her as she serenely slept.
Her glossy hair was fanned out across the pillow and her dark lashes swept her cheek.
There was a gentle, blissful smile playing across her lips.
Oh, Harry loved her.
And in the morning, she would be his wife...
She would be Cho Potter.
Harry could not sleep, but it wasn't because he was happy, or nervous, or excited.
It was because he was sad.
It would be absolutely mental for any other man in the world who was 8 hours away from marrying the woman of his dreams to feel sad the night before their wedding.
But Harry had a perfectly valid reason.
The woman he was going to marry didn't love him.
He loved her; and yes, she certainly cared for him.
But she didn't love him.
He didn't blame her; really, she was probably a lot sadder then he was, even though she wasn't letting on.
But he could tell.
He wasn't stupid; just in love.
Harry wondered, perhaps, if Cho was dreaming of the man she did love.
Harry wondered if she was dreaming of Cedric.
Harry knew that she was; she was smiling, after all.
And she only smiled in her sleep, because she was dreaming of Cedric.
Cedric... amazing, kind, brilliant, extraordinary Cedric...
Cho loved him.
It was Cedric she should have been marrying tomorrow, Harry knew, not him.
Harry could never ever hope to measure up to the guy Cedric had been.
Sure, Harry had defeated Voldemort... but Cho loved Cedric, and that was what made him the better man.
Or, at least, had made him the better man, before Voldemort had killed him...
Cho wished Harry was Cedric.
Harry didn't begrudge her that; Harry wished it too.
Fin.
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