She's heard that some people called her a gold digger, a heartless girl, and a two-timing wench. She cries because it's all untrue – she never liked him for his glory, never smiled at him because he was the Boy Who Lived. She liked him, she liked him very much.

Others say that she went out with him only because of what happened the previous year. She denies this too, but because that is true. At the time, she didn't know that, and maybe he didn't either. But what was wrong with loving to stay in the game?

People also tell her that he once loved her, and once stared at her with the emptiest and most love struck eyes imaginable. She can only ignore this, pretending that it doesn't bother her years later. But she always thinks back to those days, and regrets what she did to betray him and his friends.

Life is hard for her now. She has purposely estranged herself from the wizardry world, and has created a new existence for herself among the Muggles.

Sometimes she hides herself from her husband and looks at an old photograph from when he defeated You-Know-Who (she doesn't know why she's still afraid to say his name). In the photo, his eyes are wary, as they always seemed to be, but his facial expression is joyful and eager.

She looks at her own face then, and can see the bags underneath her eyes and the grey streaks in her hair.

It is then when she cries wholeheartedly, without holding back, and with no shame.

(Harry/Cho)


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