A/N: This was written (and finally made it onto the computer) for the Kissing in the Rain challenge. I hope you all enjoy it.

Distant Memories

The rain pounds on my head. As each droplet rolls off my skin it was met with a tear. No matter how hard the rain I couldn't bring myself to leave. It had been our spot. But then he was gone with no warning leaving me to come to our spot alone. Nearly a year had passed and I still came to our spot when I could.

"Cho!"

I turn to face the boy calling my name.

"It's freezing out here and raining like crazy. What are you doing out on the quditch pitch?" It was Harry.

"I'm fine." But I wasn't unless you can classify someone standing in the rain out on a quiditch pitch hoping for just a glimpse of her love fine.

"You don't have to pretend. You have friends who are here for you."

I stand and let the rain continue to soak my robes. Harry approaches me closer. He touches my shoulder and I shrug it off.

"Cho don't do this." He sighs. "Please look at me."

I turn to face him with a blanket of wet hair covering my face. He lifts a hand and pushes my hair back. It was a mistake to give him that chance. Our eyes met through the mist of the rain. His hand touches the cheek where the hair had been. I touch his cheek.

His hand creeps behind my neck and he pulls me closer to him. Soon our lips are almost touching. We stay that way hovering, not quite touching, but no more than a hair away, breathing each others breaths. What happens next, I will never forgive myself for.

Our lips touch, not pressing hard, but softly caressing each other. It's wrong. It's so, so, so, wrong but I don't stop him.

Suddenly before my eyes I see him. I see Cedric lying on the cold hard earth. His eyes are blank and his skin is pale. I reach out to him but he's much too far away for me to reach.

All at once the guilt washes over me with each drop of rain, growing stronger until I finally break away from the embrace. Harry looks at me, hurt and confused.

"I can't do this to him, to you." I start to leave. "I have to go."

"You don't have to do this alone." He says reaching out in a last effort. "You're not alone."

"Yes I do." I say not turning back to face him, and then in a whisper so he can't hear me. "And yes I am."