Tell Me One Hundred Times
Chapter Thirty-Six: In Love
Oh, Weasley, you look so fucking good in love.
Red hair flying, Quidditch robes fluttering, smiling sweetly, waving to the dark-haired commentator.
And there's me, mourning and crying in break-up gloom.
Black hair lank, Hogwarts robes baggy, mouth turned down, ignoring any called greetings or waves.
She is in love with Harry Potter.
I was in love with Cedric Diggory.
She is forever together with Harry Potter.
I still haven't gotten over our break-up.
She has the epitome of a perfect life.
My life is about as far from perfect as you can get.
She wakes up every morning excited about the day ahead.
I go to bed every evening begging for someone to kill me.
Harry Potter was once in love with me. Once I had Cedric and my friends. Once I was respected by women and I could wrap men around my finger. Once I was happy.
Now Harry Potter is lost to me. Now I don't have Cedric and my friends have abandoned me. Now women look at me with disgust and men ignore me. Now I am miserable.
Weasley, I look absolutely miserable after losing love.
And you look so fucking good in love.
I hate you.
This chapter was Harry Potter/Cho Chang. I know it's a unique take on the prompt, but I can imagine Cho thinking this at a Quidditch match.