(A/N - This fan fiction is from Cho Chang's POV. Its really weird, because I don't like Cho at all, and I am strongly opposed to the Cho/Harry idea. Oh well, its short and sweet. I hope. Enjoy, everyone. )
I am not alone anymore. I smile at the boys that stare at me at breakfast, laugh with all of my giggling girlfriends, and cheer as I hold the Snitch in my hand as a victory against Hufflepuff.
Hufflepuff. We won because he wasn't there. But no matter, I've gotten over that tall, handsome Champion from Hufflepuff. Which is why I said 'yes' to the small, blushing, famous boy from Gryffindor. He asked me if I'd go to the ball with him, eyes at the ground, cheeks as red as apples. So I told him yes, because he looked so adorable. I told myself that I liked him, but a nasty, sinister voice in the back of my head told me, Using him…you're only using him to get over Diggory…
I learned to love the boy with the big glasses and untidy hair, who knocked things over as I walked by. As I held his hand in the corridors, his happiness flowed into me through his sweaty palm, and I smiled. By the night of the Ball, I was very fond of my little boyfriend, or at least I convinced myself that I was. We danced for a bit, and then drank some punch, and the night was over. Like a gentleman, he walked me to my stairwell, my hand in his, my head on his shoulder. A small, nervous, blushing gentleman he was. 'Well, good night, then,' he said, and looked into my black eyes, leaned forward slowly, paused, and then kissed me timidly.
And suddenly, I was a year behind, in the same dress robes, on the same stairwell, kissing Cedric, with sweaty palms and reddish cheeks. And I saw the dark-haired boy with the scar at the bottom of the stairwell, looking at me wistfully.
It took a few seconds for Harry's gentle, concerned breaths to bring me back to the present, and I realised I was crying. The boy I forgot was looking at me, his amazing green eyes glowing and shimmering like emerald jewels. It hurt to look at those innocent, loving, trusting eyes. My shaky hand rose to meet his warm cheek, I smiled weakly, and said, 'I'm sorry....goodbye.'
And I turned my back on the young boy, and walked to my dormitory, not looking back, because if I did, my heart would have splintered to pieces. And I cried again. My tears were for Harry Potter, and for Cedric Diggory, but they were for me too. For my loneliness. But when my tears had left me, something dawned on me. As I said 'goodbye' to Harry Potter, I finally said 'goodbye' to Cedric as well. I don't regret it, even though I am now alone again.