A/N: A big thank you to Emily and scrappy8 for reviewing my first fanfiction! Feels great when some one complements your work. :) This story is about my perception of the identity of the muggle Cho married after the Battle of Hogwarts. Enjoy!
P. s.: If it was mine, I won't have been writing fanfictions ;)
Streaks of molten gold and magenta pastels tainting the sky diluted themselves into a soft orange- pink shade and eventually into a pitch black one, as the stars splattered the night sky, appearing like small pinpricks. She sat there, on the sickly yellow painted bench, smoking, as her sleek black hair cascaded down her shoulders in flat, limp sheets.
She cursed inwardly. She wasn't an extraordinaire of sorts, but still, she was Cho Chang, the first ever girlfriend of Harry Potter, the boy who lived and an exclusive member of the infamous defence group: Dumbledore's Army. So what, you may ask, was she doing in the central park with her hot pink lipstick now chapped and dry and her eyeliner smudged at the edges? Well, it was a long story and to make it short, she entirely blamed her utter stupidity for that. If only she hadn't let things get awkward between Harry and herself, she'd have been proudly claiming herself as Mrs. Potter today; but then again, that's a story for some other time.
Right now, the chill in the atmosphere was making her shudder violently- her deep blue cocktail dress didn't provide much of an insulation. Her irritability had reached a new level when she heard large, heavy footsteps approaching her. 'You're late,' she said shortly, not finding it in her to look up as she glared into the dark. 'I know. I'm sorry.' A gruff voice replied. 'Oh really?! You don't seem sorry at all.' She snapped back. The figure sighed. 'Look, there was an especially difficult client I had to attend at Grunnings, who I couldn't possibly leave and come. I really didn't intend to keep you waiting.' 'Okay,' she replied. What else was she supposed to say? She wasn't particularly good at ice breakers and she was in no mood for sweet talks.
Gathering her wits, she finally looked up at the man standing beside her as she absentmindedly tossed the cigarette, she had been crushing between her fingers, into the nearby dustbin. Stefanie Abbers, her squib roommate, was right. He looked more like a sausage which had sprouted hair than a man, with his pale pink skin bulging out of his collar and his blond hair neatly parted into two halves. 'Stef better be right about his sweet nature too or I am definitely slaughtering her later. I wish I hadn't let her convince me into going on a blind date with her muggle boss, just to 'let loose' as she stated it. All this man has done till now is turn up late and serve as a pure torture to my food hungry mind,' Cho said to herself, struggling to remember the name of the man in front of her. The only thing she managed to recollect was that his name started with a D. Lost in her frenzy of disoriented thoughts, she was brought back to reality by him clearing his throat awkwardly. 'So, you don't seem to be up to it to go to the restaurant I had booked for us earlier,' he deadpanned.
'No. I am not,' she replied, snapping at him again. She had been all dolled up and ready about an hour ago and now it was ruined just because he decided to turn up late.
He sighed. 'You really snap a lot.'
'And you really sigh a lot,' she retorted angrily.
'This isn't getting anywhere, is it?' He finally asked, sounding defeated. A pang of guilt consumed her. Was she being that difficult? 'Yes, it isn't,' she replied softly, trying to lighten herself up for his sake. She could see that he was trying to make things pleasant, so why shouldn't she lend her hand in it too? 'I know a fast food stall around the corner. We could grab burgers and some fries from there and then eat it here,' she suggested, getting up. 'That seems a good idea-,' he abruptly stopped, seeing her properly for the first time that night, under the flickering light of the street lamp. Despite the crumpled dress and the slightly distorted makeup, she looked beautiful; breathtakingly elegant. Noticing her shivering body for the first time, he said, stating the obvious, 'You're cold.' 'I guess I am,' she replied shrugging, hoping to sound nonchalant. She didn't fool him.
He removed the coat he had been wearing and gently perched it on her shoulders. 'Thank you,' she said, giving him a genuine smile as warmth enveloped her quivering body. 'You can stay here if you want. I can go and fetch us food from the place you mentioned,' he offered her tentatively, unsure of her reply. 'No, no. I don't mind accompanying you,' she replied, surprising even herself by her willingness to keep his company.