"Uh, hi, Cho," Harry said, his facing turning a blushing pink. He stood at
the end of her bed, wiggling his feet and acting as if they were the most
fascinating things he had ever seen. Times like these, when Harry was so
shy and cute, Cho understood why she loved him so much.
"You can sit down," Cho stated as she gestured to a chair near her head and the end of the bed. "Take your pick. It doesn't matter to me." She smiled at him, as he chose neither the foot of the bed nor the chair, but right next to her side on the bed.
After an awkward moment of silence, Harry and Cho blurted out at the same time, "I'm sorry," followed by a minute of giggles. Once that settled down, Harry looked Cho in the eyes seriously, yet with a look of sympathy, and rose, "But why? Why did you attack Hermione?"
Cho could feel her face get hotter. Was she to tell him the real reason, that she was jealous at how much Harry cared for her, the way she he would always run to Hermione's side and not Cho's? The thought of confessing that was far too embarrassing, yet only yesterday she had screamed out that she loved him for the entire Great Hall to hear. What was the difference?
"I did it, um, because I hate her," Cho started and Harry looked at Cho is shock. "But don't think I hate her because of her personality." Cho stopped and thought about the entire situation. Hermione had always been sensitive to Cho, as if she was delicate and might break if handled wrong. "I hate her because of you. I hate her because you," Cho paused again and then continued unwillingly, "because you love her."
Tears dripped out of Cho's eyes as she turned her head to face anything but Harry. She didn't want him to see her cry. Harry looked taken aback and began to say, "Cho, I don't love-"
"-Me, Harry! You don't love me! I want you to love me the way you love Hermione!" With that Cho broke into hysterical tears, placing her head in her lap despite the pain it brought to her chest. She then felt something on her back and sitting up to see what it was, Cho noticed Harry's arm around her.
"I don't love Hermione like that, Cho. I really don't." Cho looked at Harry suspiciously. "She's like a sister, she helps me with my homework and stuff and I help her knit clothes for S.P.E.W." Cho and Harry chuckled at this, but then Harry went back to grave talking.
"Ever since we, err, left each other last year, I've been trying to hate you, Cho. I've been trying not to care about who you are with and what you've been doing." Cho looked away from Harry when he said this. She herself had tried to forget Harry, but it was like a never-ending battle. She couldn't hate him, she couldn't forget.
"The only consequence of hating you was falling in love with you."
Cho glanced back at Harry. He was smiling; a wide smile that reached nearly from ear to ear, his large dimples plastered to face. Had she heard him right? But by the look of shock she subconsciously displayed on her face, she was sure she did because the next moment he had his arms around her, holding her tight as if he was never going to see her again.
".Harry. Oh, Harry. I love you."
Cho went to bed knowing that night, whether she was at home or Azkaban, she would be able to finally sleep soundly knowing that nothing would ever get between her and Harry again. She had won the battle, no matter the consequences.
Thanks for reading, you guys! I hope that you enjoyed the ending and I'm sorry if I am a sucky writer but this was the first story that I ever published for anyone else to read. I actually made my own HP5 the last three years in preparation for Order of the Phoenix :P I hope that you keep on reading my rubbish and tell me how to get better please! Thanks again for reading my story (
"You can sit down," Cho stated as she gestured to a chair near her head and the end of the bed. "Take your pick. It doesn't matter to me." She smiled at him, as he chose neither the foot of the bed nor the chair, but right next to her side on the bed.
After an awkward moment of silence, Harry and Cho blurted out at the same time, "I'm sorry," followed by a minute of giggles. Once that settled down, Harry looked Cho in the eyes seriously, yet with a look of sympathy, and rose, "But why? Why did you attack Hermione?"
Cho could feel her face get hotter. Was she to tell him the real reason, that she was jealous at how much Harry cared for her, the way she he would always run to Hermione's side and not Cho's? The thought of confessing that was far too embarrassing, yet only yesterday she had screamed out that she loved him for the entire Great Hall to hear. What was the difference?
"I did it, um, because I hate her," Cho started and Harry looked at Cho is shock. "But don't think I hate her because of her personality." Cho stopped and thought about the entire situation. Hermione had always been sensitive to Cho, as if she was delicate and might break if handled wrong. "I hate her because of you. I hate her because you," Cho paused again and then continued unwillingly, "because you love her."
Tears dripped out of Cho's eyes as she turned her head to face anything but Harry. She didn't want him to see her cry. Harry looked taken aback and began to say, "Cho, I don't love-"
"-Me, Harry! You don't love me! I want you to love me the way you love Hermione!" With that Cho broke into hysterical tears, placing her head in her lap despite the pain it brought to her chest. She then felt something on her back and sitting up to see what it was, Cho noticed Harry's arm around her.
"I don't love Hermione like that, Cho. I really don't." Cho looked at Harry suspiciously. "She's like a sister, she helps me with my homework and stuff and I help her knit clothes for S.P.E.W." Cho and Harry chuckled at this, but then Harry went back to grave talking.
"Ever since we, err, left each other last year, I've been trying to hate you, Cho. I've been trying not to care about who you are with and what you've been doing." Cho looked away from Harry when he said this. She herself had tried to forget Harry, but it was like a never-ending battle. She couldn't hate him, she couldn't forget.
"The only consequence of hating you was falling in love with you."
Cho glanced back at Harry. He was smiling; a wide smile that reached nearly from ear to ear, his large dimples plastered to face. Had she heard him right? But by the look of shock she subconsciously displayed on her face, she was sure she did because the next moment he had his arms around her, holding her tight as if he was never going to see her again.
".Harry. Oh, Harry. I love you."
Cho went to bed knowing that night, whether she was at home or Azkaban, she would be able to finally sleep soundly knowing that nothing would ever get between her and Harry again. She had won the battle, no matter the consequences.
Thanks for reading, you guys! I hope that you enjoyed the ending and I'm sorry if I am a sucky writer but this was the first story that I ever published for anyone else to read. I actually made my own HP5 the last three years in preparation for Order of the Phoenix :P I hope that you keep on reading my rubbish and tell me how to get better please! Thanks again for reading my story (
