(Drops)
She has always enjoyed Popsicles. So maybe, that's why she compares herself to one- a bright, brand-new cherry Popsicle, on a hot summer day.
But then, all of a sudden, someone dropped it. But it was picked up, carried around a bit. But still, small drips fell off, hitting the ground, and staining anything they came in contact with. She feels her tears do that to Harry. She likes him- she really does- but he was there with him, while it happened. She thought, maybe, if they got together, his death would be bearable. But really, all it did was make it worse.
(Cho hopes, wishes, that she didn't stain Harry as much as she thought she did.)
Strangely enough, I was eating a Popsicle when I wrote this! :D