Several months passed and it was soon Christmas, and it was the
last weekend of the holidays, meaning that students in the third year and
above were allowed to visit the village of Hogsmeade to buy last minute
Christmas presents for their friends and family. Ron, Hermione and I went
into The Three Broomsticks to have a Butterbeer each. We appreciated the
warmth of the fluid owing to the fact that it was absolutely freezing
outside. Cho entered, alone. I began to feel concerned for her as she was
normally surrounded by about six other girls, all giggling and chatting.
She looked at me and smiled, and went to sit down by the bar. I got up and
went to sit next to her, telling Ron and Hermione that I just wanted to see
if she was OK.
'Hi, Harry.' Cho said in a small voice.
'Hi, can I help?' asked the cheery bar-maid Madam Rosmerta.
'Umm, can I have a glass of Gillywater please?' asked Cho.
'Sure, coming right up my love.' Madam Rosmerta bustled off and began preparing Cho's drink.
'So, how come you're down here on your own?' I asked her.
'I wanted to be on my own. Plus my friends said they'd rather stay inside in the warm than come down here. I think they've had enough of Mezzo's clothes store for a while!' she said, with a small laugh.
'Here's your drink. That'll be one Galleon and two Sickles.thank you dear.' She walked off to serve another customer after putting Cho's money into the till.
'S'quiet, isn't it?' said Cho, taking a sip of her drink.
'Yeah. How've you been?'
'OK. Professor Vector has spoken to me, as well as a few other teachers, you know, about Cedric and how I've been coping. It's been a tough ride, but I reckon I'm getting there. You know, I can still see his face every time I close my eyes' (the feeling of jealousy came back to me) 'and, did you know that the last thing he said to me was 'I love you, Cho. I don't ever want to let you go.'' I stared at the wood-grain on the bar.
'Harry! Want to go to Honeydukes?' called Ron.
'I've got to go. I'll see you around.' I got off the stool slowly and made to re-join Ron and Hermione. I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned around. Cho was smiling at me sadly, her eyes shone with tears.
'I'm sorry.' She said. I didn't reply, but just smiled and sighed at the same time, and left with Ron and Hermione. They didn't ask what had happened - I thought they probably didn't want to know as it wasn't really their business, but I do know that they care, and I'm more than grateful for that.
That night, I thought about my conversation with Cho. What did she mean by 'I'm sorry?' and why did she have to tell me the last thing that Cedric told her before he died? She has no idea how I feel, and was just talking friend to friend, but it obviously meant something by her apologising. I really want her to know how I feel, but how would she take it in the circumstances? I'm actually starting to feel that I hate her for what she said to me earlier. I hate her so much. And yet, I love her so much. I don't think I've ever loved anyone in this way. I want to get past all of this and get over her, and yet, I know that I can't see myself without her anymore and to not love her sounds impossible. She is my essence, the one that keeps me going. She gives me strength. And I certainly didn't want to hear Cedric's last words to Cho again. Why did she tell me? I desperately wanted to see her again. Now.
'Hi, Harry.' Cho said in a small voice.
'Hi, can I help?' asked the cheery bar-maid Madam Rosmerta.
'Umm, can I have a glass of Gillywater please?' asked Cho.
'Sure, coming right up my love.' Madam Rosmerta bustled off and began preparing Cho's drink.
'So, how come you're down here on your own?' I asked her.
'I wanted to be on my own. Plus my friends said they'd rather stay inside in the warm than come down here. I think they've had enough of Mezzo's clothes store for a while!' she said, with a small laugh.
'Here's your drink. That'll be one Galleon and two Sickles.thank you dear.' She walked off to serve another customer after putting Cho's money into the till.
'S'quiet, isn't it?' said Cho, taking a sip of her drink.
'Yeah. How've you been?'
'OK. Professor Vector has spoken to me, as well as a few other teachers, you know, about Cedric and how I've been coping. It's been a tough ride, but I reckon I'm getting there. You know, I can still see his face every time I close my eyes' (the feeling of jealousy came back to me) 'and, did you know that the last thing he said to me was 'I love you, Cho. I don't ever want to let you go.'' I stared at the wood-grain on the bar.
'Harry! Want to go to Honeydukes?' called Ron.
'I've got to go. I'll see you around.' I got off the stool slowly and made to re-join Ron and Hermione. I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned around. Cho was smiling at me sadly, her eyes shone with tears.
'I'm sorry.' She said. I didn't reply, but just smiled and sighed at the same time, and left with Ron and Hermione. They didn't ask what had happened - I thought they probably didn't want to know as it wasn't really their business, but I do know that they care, and I'm more than grateful for that.
That night, I thought about my conversation with Cho. What did she mean by 'I'm sorry?' and why did she have to tell me the last thing that Cedric told her before he died? She has no idea how I feel, and was just talking friend to friend, but it obviously meant something by her apologising. I really want her to know how I feel, but how would she take it in the circumstances? I'm actually starting to feel that I hate her for what she said to me earlier. I hate her so much. And yet, I love her so much. I don't think I've ever loved anyone in this way. I want to get past all of this and get over her, and yet, I know that I can't see myself without her anymore and to not love her sounds impossible. She is my essence, the one that keeps me going. She gives me strength. And I certainly didn't want to hear Cedric's last words to Cho again. Why did she tell me? I desperately wanted to see her again. Now.