Disclaimer: Okay so Cho is not mine, but Cedric is mine. yes you heard me, or read me.. -- ALL MINE ! (I joke I joke I kid I kid)
A/N: So I figure I don't give Cho enough credit. I mean I hated her in the fifth book, and I constantly complained about how she acted. However I have no right to judge her or do anything along those lines. Her boyfriend died, everyone's entitled to sorrow and heartbreak. So Cho Chang, this is for you...
"Look at her hair, it's so beaufiful and silky, and her skin's so white."
She would stare at herself in the mirror of the girl's lavatory. Her eyes were red from crying. They're always red. She was red faced and splotchy, and her hair was straw.
She could no longer view herself like she did before; before it happened.
"God Cho," her friends would say enviously, "I wish I was you."
And she would laugh and brush it off like it was nothing; like it wasn't that great to be her.
Because it wasn't.
They all wanted to be Cho Chang; smart ravenclaw seeker, they all wished they were her.
Of course they all wished their boyfriend would die.
There he was; standing there in all his glory. Everyone was infatuated with him. He was was Hogwarts' hero, but still the kind loyal Hufflepuff he was before the tournament. He was there.
And then he wasn't.
They didn't know her well enough to figure out that she fell in love with him.
Before the music played, he held her elbow and she rested lightly against him.
"Dance with me," he whispered into her ear.
He was heaven.
And he chose her.
But heavenwanted him.