Chapter Seven
I still felt numb. I still had very strong feelings for Cho, yet I want her to just leave me alone after all the talk about Cedric's death yesterday and she just told me she admired me. I nearly told her about my feelings for her. I went down to the Great Hall with Ron and Hermione for breakfast. I saw Cho at the Ravenclaw table, and she turned her head as I walked in. She didn't smile at me or make any form of greeting at me at all. She just simply turned back to her friends and carried on laughing and joking with them. That wasn't right. You don't just kiss somebody and then just give them the brush off when they walk into the room. I remembered that after the Yule Ball that Cho leapt up and hugged Cedric as he entered the room. So how come she didn't do it to me? I must have dreamt the whole thing. I must have. As I was spooning porridge into my bowl gloomily, Cho brushed past me as she left the Hall. "Sorry, I didn't see you there." She said, and went very red and hastily made her way out. I got up and went after her. "Why did you just ignore me? You don't just kiss someone the night before and ignore them the next day!" I demanded. "The kiss? There was no . Oh, no ." she trailed off. "That's right. Explain. We've got ten minutes, because in ten minutes I've got Charms." I said forcefully. Cho started to look embarrassed and upset. She remained silent and tears began to stream down her cheeks. "Oh Harry, I'm so sorry. I think I had one too many Butterbeers and must have thought you were Cedric. After all, your hair looked like his." She said quietly. "There's hardly any alcohol content in them! Look Cho, let me tell you something. I have, or have had, very strong feelings for you in the past couple of years. For you to just use the excuse 'I had one too many Butterbeers' isn't good enough for me." There. I'd done it. She knew. How dare she think that I was Cedric? I had more brains than him, as I'm sure he had less brains to fill an egg cup. She only liked him because he was popular and handsome. He probably only liked her because she was pretty and popular. It seemed as though they were well suited for each other, in my opinion. "I don't know what to say." She said slowly. "How about, 'I'm sorry'? But then, you are such a stuck-up cow who seems to think that people with dark hair are that git Cedric Diggory after she's had a bit to drink, and break their hearts. I didn't think that Ravenclaws would do that." I said to her, and strolled briskly back up to Gryffindor Tower, ignoring my porridge. I sat down on my bed and wiped away the tears in my eyes. I wanted to smash something in two, do something to hurt Cho in revenge. I hated her, so much it wasn't true. I remember hearing from someone that love always turns into hate, and I could never believe that that could happen. Well it had. And it did.
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A few weeks passed, and I had never felt so good. I told Ron and Hermione what had happened, and they could not have been more supportive. What I had learnt from this whole experience is that despite what you may feel towards people, your friends are always much more important, as they are there when things go wrong, and will stick with you through thick and thin, no matter what. I'm not even friends with Cho anymore, and I have no regrets. I'm sure there'll be someone else out there who won't break my heart like Cho had done.
The end.
A/N: so, you like? I've certainly enjoyed writing it - I think it's my best I've done so far. Well, it has Cho and Juliet in it *sniggles* Don't mock me, I like those characters :P and one of them isn't even mine, sadly. I wish I had invented Cho, but then after writing this I think she's a complete BITCH (pardon my French) but I have to admit, I did cry when Cedric died and I felt so sorry for her. If anyone has any ideas for what I could do next please tell me! Anyone? Ok, I'll step down and sit quietly in the corner with a dunce hat on.
I still felt numb. I still had very strong feelings for Cho, yet I want her to just leave me alone after all the talk about Cedric's death yesterday and she just told me she admired me. I nearly told her about my feelings for her. I went down to the Great Hall with Ron and Hermione for breakfast. I saw Cho at the Ravenclaw table, and she turned her head as I walked in. She didn't smile at me or make any form of greeting at me at all. She just simply turned back to her friends and carried on laughing and joking with them. That wasn't right. You don't just kiss somebody and then just give them the brush off when they walk into the room. I remembered that after the Yule Ball that Cho leapt up and hugged Cedric as he entered the room. So how come she didn't do it to me? I must have dreamt the whole thing. I must have. As I was spooning porridge into my bowl gloomily, Cho brushed past me as she left the Hall. "Sorry, I didn't see you there." She said, and went very red and hastily made her way out. I got up and went after her. "Why did you just ignore me? You don't just kiss someone the night before and ignore them the next day!" I demanded. "The kiss? There was no . Oh, no ." she trailed off. "That's right. Explain. We've got ten minutes, because in ten minutes I've got Charms." I said forcefully. Cho started to look embarrassed and upset. She remained silent and tears began to stream down her cheeks. "Oh Harry, I'm so sorry. I think I had one too many Butterbeers and must have thought you were Cedric. After all, your hair looked like his." She said quietly. "There's hardly any alcohol content in them! Look Cho, let me tell you something. I have, or have had, very strong feelings for you in the past couple of years. For you to just use the excuse 'I had one too many Butterbeers' isn't good enough for me." There. I'd done it. She knew. How dare she think that I was Cedric? I had more brains than him, as I'm sure he had less brains to fill an egg cup. She only liked him because he was popular and handsome. He probably only liked her because she was pretty and popular. It seemed as though they were well suited for each other, in my opinion. "I don't know what to say." She said slowly. "How about, 'I'm sorry'? But then, you are such a stuck-up cow who seems to think that people with dark hair are that git Cedric Diggory after she's had a bit to drink, and break their hearts. I didn't think that Ravenclaws would do that." I said to her, and strolled briskly back up to Gryffindor Tower, ignoring my porridge. I sat down on my bed and wiped away the tears in my eyes. I wanted to smash something in two, do something to hurt Cho in revenge. I hated her, so much it wasn't true. I remember hearing from someone that love always turns into hate, and I could never believe that that could happen. Well it had. And it did.
* * *
A few weeks passed, and I had never felt so good. I told Ron and Hermione what had happened, and they could not have been more supportive. What I had learnt from this whole experience is that despite what you may feel towards people, your friends are always much more important, as they are there when things go wrong, and will stick with you through thick and thin, no matter what. I'm not even friends with Cho anymore, and I have no regrets. I'm sure there'll be someone else out there who won't break my heart like Cho had done.
The end.
A/N: so, you like? I've certainly enjoyed writing it - I think it's my best I've done so far. Well, it has Cho and Juliet in it *sniggles* Don't mock me, I like those characters :P and one of them isn't even mine, sadly. I wish I had invented Cho, but then after writing this I think she's a complete BITCH (pardon my French) but I have to admit, I did cry when Cedric died and I felt so sorry for her. If anyone has any ideas for what I could do next please tell me! Anyone? Ok, I'll step down and sit quietly in the corner with a dunce hat on.