*Will You Be Mine*
A/N: This is my first fic, so there might be a lot of spelling and grammar mistakes, if there is, sorry about. Not really good at it. Well Enjoy.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters
Chapter One: Stories Can Be True
*Cho's POV*
I was sitting on my bed, watching the rain coming down on Earth, I like rainy days, and my friends said I'm pathetic, so be it. It was raining, the sky was crying, crying for Cedric. I wanted to cry, too, but I couldn't, I have to be strong. I was taught to be like that, even thought I am fragile inside.
"Cho," my mom called. "Dinner's ready."
I stood up, walking downstairs, my little brother, Mike was already there, he is never late for dinner. My dad was reading the newspaper, what he usually does between work and dinner. They know nothing about my misery except for Mike. I didn't want them to know about it, or shall I say, I'm afraid of them knowing it.
My mom has a very traditional thing: "Never fall in love before you are twenty." but I discovered that sometimes, fall in love is an involuntary action. My dad, who supports almost nothing my mom says except for this. Only Mike seems to understand this, even though he is only eleven.
Mike seems to be an expert on love, maybe he read too many romance stories. That's our hobby, some people say it's pretty boring, just read, read, and read, but we don't. You can find anything, anything that you want and cannot have in the real cruel world.
My parents were happy to see I love to read. Well until they found I checked out Gone With the Wind when I was eight. I love romance stories. I thought I would never find real love, the only place I could possibly find it is in the books. But that was only until I met Cedric.
It was a sunny autumn day, the kind of day just make you want to fly. I woke up early that day, going down for breakfast. I was Roger Davies, our Quidditch Captain.
"Ya'llo, nice day isn't it," he said.
"Yeah." I replied.
"Do you know where's the rest of the team?"
"Nope, they won't be late till nine, and now is only eight fifteen." I said grabbing a piece of toast.
"Fair enough, but why are you so early?" he asked.
"Don't know," I replied, "Over excited maybe."
Yes, I was over excited. It was my fourth year, officially the Seeker of Ravenclaw. I finished my breakfast. Roger told me to go out and fly a bit, do some warm up, or something. Not to wasting time sitting in the great hall and wait for people.
I nodded and walked out to the Quidditch pitch, enjoying the sunshine and breeze. And that was when I saw him, with his yellow Quidditch robes on, flying across the pitch. He shouldn't be here, should he? We book the pitch I assumed he saw me because he flew down to me.
"Hi, are you a Ravenclaw?" he asked with a polite smile on his face.
"Yeah," I smiled back.
"I'm sorry, I thought you guys won't be here till nine," he said.
"It's alright, I was just a bit too early. Cho, Cho Chang." Reaching out my hands.
"Cedric Diggory, pleasure to met you."
"Nice to met you too."
"I guess I'll just be going, sorry about it." he said it again, with a shy but rather cute smile.
"It's fine, you can be here till nine." Oh god, what did I just say, well general speaking, it was just being polite. But why? Why I wanted him to stay?
"No, thanks, I need to catch up on my homework anyways, see you around."
"Bye."
After reading those books, I always had an imaginary prince in my mind, but never excepted to meet one until that day. I finally found out that stories can be true.
A/N: How do you think, Just Review and tell me.
A/N: This is my first fic, so there might be a lot of spelling and grammar mistakes, if there is, sorry about. Not really good at it. Well Enjoy.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters
Chapter One: Stories Can Be True
*Cho's POV*
I was sitting on my bed, watching the rain coming down on Earth, I like rainy days, and my friends said I'm pathetic, so be it. It was raining, the sky was crying, crying for Cedric. I wanted to cry, too, but I couldn't, I have to be strong. I was taught to be like that, even thought I am fragile inside.
"Cho," my mom called. "Dinner's ready."
I stood up, walking downstairs, my little brother, Mike was already there, he is never late for dinner. My dad was reading the newspaper, what he usually does between work and dinner. They know nothing about my misery except for Mike. I didn't want them to know about it, or shall I say, I'm afraid of them knowing it.
My mom has a very traditional thing: "Never fall in love before you are twenty." but I discovered that sometimes, fall in love is an involuntary action. My dad, who supports almost nothing my mom says except for this. Only Mike seems to understand this, even though he is only eleven.
Mike seems to be an expert on love, maybe he read too many romance stories. That's our hobby, some people say it's pretty boring, just read, read, and read, but we don't. You can find anything, anything that you want and cannot have in the real cruel world.
My parents were happy to see I love to read. Well until they found I checked out Gone With the Wind when I was eight. I love romance stories. I thought I would never find real love, the only place I could possibly find it is in the books. But that was only until I met Cedric.
It was a sunny autumn day, the kind of day just make you want to fly. I woke up early that day, going down for breakfast. I was Roger Davies, our Quidditch Captain.
"Ya'llo, nice day isn't it," he said.
"Yeah." I replied.
"Do you know where's the rest of the team?"
"Nope, they won't be late till nine, and now is only eight fifteen." I said grabbing a piece of toast.
"Fair enough, but why are you so early?" he asked.
"Don't know," I replied, "Over excited maybe."
Yes, I was over excited. It was my fourth year, officially the Seeker of Ravenclaw. I finished my breakfast. Roger told me to go out and fly a bit, do some warm up, or something. Not to wasting time sitting in the great hall and wait for people.
I nodded and walked out to the Quidditch pitch, enjoying the sunshine and breeze. And that was when I saw him, with his yellow Quidditch robes on, flying across the pitch. He shouldn't be here, should he? We book the pitch I assumed he saw me because he flew down to me.
"Hi, are you a Ravenclaw?" he asked with a polite smile on his face.
"Yeah," I smiled back.
"I'm sorry, I thought you guys won't be here till nine," he said.
"It's alright, I was just a bit too early. Cho, Cho Chang." Reaching out my hands.
"Cedric Diggory, pleasure to met you."
"Nice to met you too."
"I guess I'll just be going, sorry about it." he said it again, with a shy but rather cute smile.
"It's fine, you can be here till nine." Oh god, what did I just say, well general speaking, it was just being polite. But why? Why I wanted him to stay?
"No, thanks, I need to catch up on my homework anyways, see you around."
"Bye."
After reading those books, I always had an imaginary prince in my mind, but never excepted to meet one until that day. I finally found out that stories can be true.
A/N: How do you think, Just Review and tell me.