Cho and Marietta hurried down the platform. Cho was tagging behind the rushing Marietta. She wasn't really eager to get back home since there was no one around.
She heard a very familiar voice, deep and soothing, and she turned. She saw Harry, tens of metres ahead, followed by his gang of people, chatting loudly and happily, and he did not look at her. He did not see her, perhaps, but she wished he would turn around and just smile at her. Harry, Ron, Hermione, Luna and Ginny went into Carriage Three whilst Marietta kept walking on and on-
"Erm, Marietta, can we go there?" Cho asked feebly. She was trying hard not to cry in front of Harry, if she did talk to him, that is.
"Okay." Marietta turned reluctantly but didn't ask why, and Cho was really thankful. They went back to the front of the train slowly.
It was too hot. She could feel beads of sweat forming on the back of her neck. The heat was setting in like a thick blanket and she was suffocating under the heat. Yet her hands were cold and clammy, quavering on the handlebars of her luggage. The hot breeze sent her hair flying and she quickly brushed them away.
There he was. He was sitting at the window, looking out, his eyes shining gallantly and handsomely. Cho's heart stopped but she kept walking, only slower. She felt sweat streaming down her face. I must've looked stupid and ugly to him, Cho thought embarrassedly as she quickly wiped her perspiration off. The corners of her mouth lifted into a small smile that he never returned, and his expression was suddenly cold and grim. His eyes lost its warmth but just glanced at her, expressionless, glimmering. She just looked at him wistfully as she passed- even though he looked down already- he was a wish she would never be granted, a Snitch she could never catch, their past love had been one as fragile as a rainbow, and she destroyed it, it was her fault.
. She couldn't help it. Tears came down like a summer rain, cool but sad, torrents of tears streamed down her cheeks like a cool creek, trickling down her hands, staining her robes, splashing on the ground. The trail of tears followed her, dotting the ground in little puddles. She was sobbing loudly before she knew it and Marietta turned back.
"Is it Harry, Cho?" She asked stiffly. Cho knew she kinda hated Harry.
"N-no, i-iiits Ced...Cedric.." Cho lied as she cried. She sniffed and wiped her tears on her sleeve. I am so stupid, why did I tell him off?
Marietta nodded, but she gently hugged Cho. "Come on, let's get on, I think the train is moving soon..."
"Okay." Cho followed Marietta up, and were greeted by stares of curiosity from several Ravenclaws and Gryffindors. They were pointing at Cho and chattering away. Cho looked down, but tears were still dripping, now making a fairly large puddle on the floor. She looked out of the window at the passing scenery and it immediately reminded her of Hogsmeade. That made her sob louder and Marietta gave her another squeeze to comfort her.
Cho said, "I'm going to wash up, I'll be back soon." And she left for the next carriage where Harry was in.
She watched him in the shadows, he seemed so undaunted by his godfather's death. It must be hard on him, she thought miserably, still sniffing a little. Yet she had been hit so hard by Cedric's death. There were plenty of people, loving and caring for her, but Harry had lost his closest friend and relative. There was no one who cared for him before and he knew Sirius for only a short period of two years. Wasn't it too cruel?
But yet he seemed to take things in his stride and Cho knew she should too. She walked back, and spent the rest of the journey reflecting on the year- that only brought a fresh ocean of tears. When she left the train she was still wet and her face was blotchy. She did not care. She wanted to cry.
Crying made things better. True, but for Cho, it seemed to make things worse. Once she started crying she could not stop. Sometimes she would cry without rhyme or reason. Sometimes it was because she knew that the boy who loved her so much was no longer at her side. Either reason, it made her feel worse, and made her long for something she would never have the chance to have.
She wanted Harry. She wanted to be in his arms, basking in his warmth. That was the feeling no one but he could give. Only he could make her forget all her miseries and pain.
Students around her were rushing, leaving her on her own. She felt so lonely and tired. She wanted to return to her dorm in Hogwarts. If only she had persuaded her parents to let her stay at Hogwarts.
Time slipped like flowing water. The platform was now almost empty, the blue sky slowly turning dark. Only that it was not the approaching evening. A tall pillar of rain clouds were forming above Cho's head. They seemed to share her sorrow.