Disclaimer: I hold no responsibility to any of the Harry Potter characters.
JK Rowling is the rightful copyrighted owner of all Harry Potter characters
and all things mentioned in her book, this is simply a ff created in my
imagination.
As comfortable as Cho's little home may be, she felt lonely. She sat down on her sofa, designed especially for couples. Cho thought back to earlier of the day. Harry has grown a lot, his smile was as bright as his beautiful emerald green eyes, which brought out the best in him. Harry Potter was not a big-built man, but a man with fine muscles, not the bulgy, ugly ones like those body-builders, but the ones fit for a Quidditch seeker. His voice was so serene and real.
"Too bad Harry's taken." Cho gave off a little unhappy noise.
Then she laughed to ridicule herself. "Who do you think you are? Even if he didn't like Ginny Weasley, he would not take you. It was your fault that you refused him in Yule ball."
A voice in Cho's head said. "But, I already said to Cedric,"
"Yeah, well, you didn't like him did you? You could of bailed out on him and go with Harry, the one you actually loved. You let your chance flow by, now you can't get another chance."
Cho felt the need to cry, but she didn't. Then the phone rang. No one has ever called her since her mother told her she was going to go back to China with her dad to live there. Or it might be some bozos on the other line trying to prank call Cho or trying to sell her some sleazy products. It has been a while since someone has called her to struck a good, old conversation. Not even her mom would call her to ask how she was, she would only demand because she was older than Cho.
Cho picked up the phone and forced out an involuntary "hello."
No one answered. "Hello?" *Silence* "Look, whoever this is, this is not funny." *Silence* Cho then hanged up the phone.
"Why can't you talk?" Harry scolded at himself in his mind. Cho had such a gentle, sweet voice that overpowered Harry. "Would she want to talk to someone as unworthy as me?"
The next morning, Harry woke up with a tap on his window. An owl had dropped the Daily Prophet and picked up the money where Harry usually leave them as the payment for the paper. Right there on the front page was a picture of him, and an article of him. Underneath the title, "Harry Potter wants again takes over the Quidditch field!" was the writer's name, Cho Chang.
"Why didn't you accept the interview? You could of talked to her!" Harry said to himself.
A/N: Thanks for reading and reviewing my FF!!! m(._.)m I'm sorry if my FF is a bit short, but well, let's just say that the setting of this story is really short. -_____-';
As comfortable as Cho's little home may be, she felt lonely. She sat down on her sofa, designed especially for couples. Cho thought back to earlier of the day. Harry has grown a lot, his smile was as bright as his beautiful emerald green eyes, which brought out the best in him. Harry Potter was not a big-built man, but a man with fine muscles, not the bulgy, ugly ones like those body-builders, but the ones fit for a Quidditch seeker. His voice was so serene and real.
"Too bad Harry's taken." Cho gave off a little unhappy noise.
Then she laughed to ridicule herself. "Who do you think you are? Even if he didn't like Ginny Weasley, he would not take you. It was your fault that you refused him in Yule ball."
A voice in Cho's head said. "But, I already said to Cedric,"
"Yeah, well, you didn't like him did you? You could of bailed out on him and go with Harry, the one you actually loved. You let your chance flow by, now you can't get another chance."
Cho felt the need to cry, but she didn't. Then the phone rang. No one has ever called her since her mother told her she was going to go back to China with her dad to live there. Or it might be some bozos on the other line trying to prank call Cho or trying to sell her some sleazy products. It has been a while since someone has called her to struck a good, old conversation. Not even her mom would call her to ask how she was, she would only demand because she was older than Cho.
Cho picked up the phone and forced out an involuntary "hello."
No one answered. "Hello?" *Silence* "Look, whoever this is, this is not funny." *Silence* Cho then hanged up the phone.
"Why can't you talk?" Harry scolded at himself in his mind. Cho had such a gentle, sweet voice that overpowered Harry. "Would she want to talk to someone as unworthy as me?"
The next morning, Harry woke up with a tap on his window. An owl had dropped the Daily Prophet and picked up the money where Harry usually leave them as the payment for the paper. Right there on the front page was a picture of him, and an article of him. Underneath the title, "Harry Potter wants again takes over the Quidditch field!" was the writer's name, Cho Chang.
"Why didn't you accept the interview? You could of talked to her!" Harry said to himself.
A/N: Thanks for reading and reviewing my FF!!! m(._.)m I'm sorry if my FF is a bit short, but well, let's just say that the setting of this story is really short. -_____-';