Disclaimer:I don't own the oh so amazing Cedric or the slightly over dramatic Cho.
Cho's eyes really are stunning.
That was the thought that went through Cedric Diggory's head as he saw a flash of green light and the world go suddenly dark. No heroic thought or confession of love. Just that Cho's eyes are stunning. Which they are of course: almost like looking into the night sky. He really had never seen anything more beautiful. But Cho herself nearly rivaled her beautiful eyes. With her long dark hair and that small smile she gave him whenever he told her that he loved her.
Oh how he loved her. He loved her more than anything else in the world.
And on that night before the match he had given her that promise ring that looked like the night sky, like her eyes. And she had thrown herself at him kissing him fiercely and telling him that she loved him. Then she had laughed and brushed some hair out of her eyes while they stared at each other in anticipation for whatever would happen next.
He quite enjoyed being in love. It was different, all spontaneous and raw with feelings. He could tell her anything. He had never felt like that before.
At the Yule ball he thought he was going to have a stroke when he saw her. She had been decked out in a long silver dress that made her eyes shine. A thought possessed him for a moment that perhaps she was too good for him, maybe she didn't want him, or even need him as much as he needed her.
As the ball had neared an end they walked down to the lake and sat down by the water, dipping their feet in and yelping when they found that the water was freezing. They had just sat next to each other, in the dirt, occasionally looking up to smile or mutter an almost incoherent sentence that the other couldn't really understand.
She was his first love, and would be his only. But that's the way he would have liked it. If he had lived past seventeen that is.
So when he entered that graveyard with Harry he was expecting cheers, and for her to shoot up from her seat and run at him, giving him a warm hug and reassuring smile. He was not expecting to die that night, not at all. But he did. And however ordinary his last thought was, it was about her. And she was not ordinary. Not in the slightest.
AN: Poor Cedric, Poor Cho. Why is everything so sad!? I wrote this at 2:00 in the morning last night so I'm sorry if its a little rough. Thanks for reading!
-American Hippogriff