Upon entering the Great Hall, all eyes were fixed on Harry's dishevelled hair strewn with leaves, his ragged clothes shattered in most places and the out-of-place pansies in his hands.
Cho's relief could be seen on her face from miles away as she ran up to Harry and hugged him passionately. Tears streamed down her face and soaked Harry's clothes. "I was so afraid I had lost you," she sobbed.
"I'll always be with you," Harry said reassuringly.
Cho released her grip on Harry and observed his face closely, trying to find the meaning behind his words. "You better hope so," she joked. "Or else I won't be very happy."
Harry caressed Cho's face softly, not wanting to let her go, but he knew he had to clean himself up.
"I'll meet you outside in the middle of the quidditch pitch in a few minutes." Harry kissed Cho's forehead and made his way to the dormitory.
A few minutes later, Cho was waiting patiently for Harry to meet her at the quidditch pitch. She twiddled with her hair, curling it around her fingers repeatedly. She reminisced on all the things that she had been through with Harry, and how they got through them all together. She admired the way Harry always found a way out of the troubling things in their life and relished the fact that he was all hers and no one else's.
"All mine..." she whispered to herself.
"All yours forever." Cho heard his voice, but couldn't see Harry anywhere.
Before she could call out to him, a purple pansy dropped softly onto her head. She held it delicately in her hands, smiling. In awe of the flower's beauty, she stroked the pansy's petals softly, wishing it were Harry's hair she was stroking.
Pansies were now falling around Cho, steadily increasing. They filled the floor with a beautiful radiance that resembled a rainbow. Their multi-coloured petals brought joy to Cho's eyes. Small tears streaked down her cheeks.
Harry walked to Cho through the ankle-deep field of pansies, squeezing as much love as he could through this simple hug.
They stood there together in the middle of the field in each-other's arms, unperturbed by the constant fall of flowers on their bodies. They were alone, they had each-other. Nothing could be any better.
"All mine..." they whispered in unison.