She stood there for a long time, but she didn't move, she waited for all the students to clear. She watched Harry depart with his relatives and a bunch of funky looking wizard and she felt more alone then ever.
She had to return to Diagon Alley herself, for her parents were away in China. They had a small apartment above the cramped stores of the shops lining the bustling street. She knew it was getting late.
Cho turned and found herself glancing at a Gryffindor from her year, Melody, and she knew Mel lived in Diagon Alley too. She slowly approached her and offered to go home together.
"Er, okay," Melody said rather surprised. She was pretty even in dull black robes and she looked a teeny bit like Cho (apart from being a Japanese and Cho was Chinese). "Anyway, Cho, you look really gloomy, is anything the matter?"
"No...I mean, yeah..." Cho whispered softly as she walked, ahead of Mel, because her tears were still falling.
"Do you mind telling me? Maybe I can help."
"No, but I don't think there's much you can do," Cho snapped. Then she found out that she was a bit too harsh. "Sorry, I didn't mean to snap but I don't think anything can help 'cos I don't think he even likes me in the first place."
"Its okay." Mel said gently as they arrived at Diagon Alley. Finally.
"It's just that..." and Cho told Mel all about Harry and she.
Mel nodded knowingly. "I see..."
"Have you ever been in love?" Cho asked suddenly.
Mel hesitated a little. "Yeah, I guess so."
"Does he like you?"
"Yeah....I dunno...."
Cho said, "Then you're lucky, Harry hates me now, he pretends he doesn't even know me, I'm sure he doesn't like me at all."
"Then you're wrong, because you can never tell."
Cho shook her head sadly, and she walked away down the street, into the dusk. Drizzle came down, soft as winter snow, and now mingled with her tears. She cried softly, feebly, as she unlocked the door of the apartment.
All was dark. And it was stuffy and warm. Sighing, she set down her owl, Tweak, and quickly took a bath. The one room apartment was cluttered with books and junk, broken quills and laced with cobwebs and dust. Cho frowned, and cast a Cleaning Spell.
She lit the oil lamp and placed it on the mantelpiece with the rusty old clock and lit the fire with a swish of her wand. Instantly, the room brightened.
Her bed laid in one corner of the cramped room, with a dusty old quilt thrown over it. Stacks of letters were scattered carelessly over it. Above was the window that looked directly out into the heart of Diagon Alley. Pink velvet curtains and mosquito net was hung up. She pulled them together.
She sat quietly on the bed, sobbing into the pillow. She didn't care if she was a mess; no one was around. She cried her heart out and she didn't even know why. She just let her tears flow.
She had been crying for a long time. She was so tired. Soon, she slipped into a deep sleep...