I'm sorry these chapters are so short, my last chapter was terribly
written, but if you go back, I've revised it slightly to make it make more
sense, it has a bit more description in it now and isn't so choppy. Thanks
to all my reviewers...you guys are my inspiration.
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Chapter Eighteen: Lonely Holidays
The Christmas holiday was pressing on Cho's mind. Why did it come so quickly? She had a terrible fear that if the situation between her and Harry was left unresolved it would only grow worse during their time apart. He wasn't speaking to her at all, not even to cancel their study dates, and Cho's necklace seemed to have died with Harry's feeling for her.
Wallowing in misery, she found herself thinking about Cedric more and more often, and with thoughts of Cedric came tears. Since the trip to Hogmeade, Cho had cried herself to sleep every night. Her dreams were not longer related to the Phoenix, but were of Cedric, confessing his love, dying and leaving her alone. Twice she had tried to apologize to Harry about her outing with Malfoy, but he wouldn't even listen. Not that she blamed him, if she could do it over again she would have never agreed to go out with Draco.
"Cho, are you crying again?" asked Padma sweetly taking a seat next to her on the Ravenclaw common room couch.
Cho ran the back of her hand across her eyes, "I'm fine."
"You look terrible, if you need to talk I'm here," Padma offered.
"Thanks," Cho muttered with a hiccup.
Padma rubbed Cho's back supportively and waited for her to being with her toils.
"I did something really stupid, I went out with Draco Malfoy," Cho started.
"Oh Cho, you didn't," Padma said dangerously.
Cho nodded, "I did, but it wasn't like that, I went against my will. Anyways, Harry saw me with him and he's not talking to me. It's just upsetting that's all."
"Why would Harry get upset?" Padma asked quickly.
"Because we were, I don't know dating, talking, call it what you will," Cho cried.
Padma's face dropped suddenly, "Harry asked Pavarti to write him over the holidays."
"What?" Cho said looking up slightly shocked.
Padma pulled Cho into a sisterly hug, "I'm so sorry."
"Figures," Cho thought bitterly to herself. Her life was just perfect, Cedric dies, Michael dumped her, and Harry well she wasn't even going to say what Harry had done. She was tired of it she was tired of men.
Cho tried to dry her tears, "so are they dating now?"
"I don't know, they've been spending a lot of time together," Padma confessed.
Cho had heard enough, "thanks for listening, I've got to go get ready, the train leaves in an hour."
"Well, have a happy Christmas, I'll see you when you get back," Padma said giving Cho a goodbye hug.
As she gathered her things quickly, thinking about Harry moving on with Pavarti. The more she thought the longer she thought the more violently she threw her things into her trunk. The thought of being stuck at her family's museum for three weeks was making her feel even bitterer.
How could Harry ask Pavarti to write to him during the holidays, didn't they share something special?
"I hope they're happy together," she muttered hatefully to herself.
She lugged her heavy chest down the girls dormitory stairs and though the Ravenclaw common room, flashing Michael Corner an evil glance as she passed him.
"Do you need help with that?" Terry Boots, one of Michael's closest friends, offered.
Cho smiled at him, "I think I've got it."
"Nonsense, let me help," he said taking the matter out of her hands.
He carried her chest down the corridor to where all the other's trunks were stacked, waiting for the house elves to pack them to the train.
"Well, I hope you have a Happy Christmas," Terry said sweetly.
"Thank-you, Happy Christmas to you too," Cho returned.
She never realized what a nice guy Terry was, why did he hang out with a creep like Michael.
"New friend?" said a voice she hadn't been expecting to hear.
Cho spun around with a shocked expression on her face, "he just helped me with my trunk."
Harry narrowed his eyes, "why didn't you just get Malfoy to help you?"
"Harry, I don't like Malfoy, there isn't anything between us, I swear," Cho pleaded.
Harry swallowed hard, turning his bright green eyes from her pleading gaze.
"I know you're made at me, but Happy Christmas," Cho said fighting back her tears, "tell Pavarti hello for me."
Before Harry had a chance to respond she turned quickly and disappeared, she already felt like a big enough fool with him saying a word.
The train ride back was quiet for Cho, and the thoughts about Harry carried her though the most of the ride back. Alford was waiting for her at the train station, and with a few finally farewells she departed back to her home.
Alford, the Chang family house elf, fixed Cho a bite to eat when they arrived at the Chang family manor. Her parents were out of town for the next couple days, leaving Cho alone to wallow in her misery.
"So miss, how was school?" Alford asked politely setting her food in front of her.
"Good, thanks for asking," Cho told her house elf.
Staring at her food, she suddenly lost her appetite, "I'm really not all that hungry, could you save this for me, I might eat it later."
"Are you still grieving for master Cedric?" Alford asked with a sincerity of worry in his voice.
Cho shook her head, "no, I'm better, promise."
"Well, I'll respect your request, I do wish you'd eat a bit more," he muttered taking her food from beneath her.
Her bedroom felt so foreign, and the mirror on the opposite side of her bed caught her eye. She knew better than to stare into it, she was tired of her little visions. The thoughts of Harry and Pavarti were making her absolutely ill. What if Harry had been playing her the whole time, his true intentions were with Pavarti not her.
"Stop it Cho, your doing it again," she scolded herself.
It was going to be a long holiday.
It seemed like Cho went to bed and woke up Christmas morning, her mother knocking on her door telling her to wake up. She didn't care if it was Christmas, she didn't want to get up.
Dragging her feet across the wooden floor she made her way into the living room and sat near the large pile of presents in front of the Christmas tree.
"Which one do you want to open first," her mother asked, still cling to Cho's youth.
Cho shrugged, she was getting too old for presents.
"Child, you've got to stop mopping, you have to move on," her mother lectured with her father agreeing.
"I'm fine mum, just a bit tired," she fumbled over the first box slowly tearing back the shiny paper. It was the usually litter of presents, same as every Christmas before.
A few articles of clothing, some collection pieces, some new supplies for school, a whole flock of worthless possessions. The last present barely caught Cho's eye but she began to open the brown parcel, not even paying attention to the name scribbled on the outside paper.
"Who's that one from dear?" her father asked.
"I don't know," Cho confessed as she tore back the paper.
Cho almost dropped the small figurine, knowing instantly what it was.
"What is that?" Cho mother asked narrowing her eyes.
A small figurine of a Hungarian Horntail lay quietly in Cho's hand. Cedric had one similar to the one she had just been given. She didn't need to read the letter to know who the gift was from.
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Chapter Eighteen: Lonely Holidays
The Christmas holiday was pressing on Cho's mind. Why did it come so quickly? She had a terrible fear that if the situation between her and Harry was left unresolved it would only grow worse during their time apart. He wasn't speaking to her at all, not even to cancel their study dates, and Cho's necklace seemed to have died with Harry's feeling for her.
Wallowing in misery, she found herself thinking about Cedric more and more often, and with thoughts of Cedric came tears. Since the trip to Hogmeade, Cho had cried herself to sleep every night. Her dreams were not longer related to the Phoenix, but were of Cedric, confessing his love, dying and leaving her alone. Twice she had tried to apologize to Harry about her outing with Malfoy, but he wouldn't even listen. Not that she blamed him, if she could do it over again she would have never agreed to go out with Draco.
"Cho, are you crying again?" asked Padma sweetly taking a seat next to her on the Ravenclaw common room couch.
Cho ran the back of her hand across her eyes, "I'm fine."
"You look terrible, if you need to talk I'm here," Padma offered.
"Thanks," Cho muttered with a hiccup.
Padma rubbed Cho's back supportively and waited for her to being with her toils.
"I did something really stupid, I went out with Draco Malfoy," Cho started.
"Oh Cho, you didn't," Padma said dangerously.
Cho nodded, "I did, but it wasn't like that, I went against my will. Anyways, Harry saw me with him and he's not talking to me. It's just upsetting that's all."
"Why would Harry get upset?" Padma asked quickly.
"Because we were, I don't know dating, talking, call it what you will," Cho cried.
Padma's face dropped suddenly, "Harry asked Pavarti to write him over the holidays."
"What?" Cho said looking up slightly shocked.
Padma pulled Cho into a sisterly hug, "I'm so sorry."
"Figures," Cho thought bitterly to herself. Her life was just perfect, Cedric dies, Michael dumped her, and Harry well she wasn't even going to say what Harry had done. She was tired of it she was tired of men.
Cho tried to dry her tears, "so are they dating now?"
"I don't know, they've been spending a lot of time together," Padma confessed.
Cho had heard enough, "thanks for listening, I've got to go get ready, the train leaves in an hour."
"Well, have a happy Christmas, I'll see you when you get back," Padma said giving Cho a goodbye hug.
As she gathered her things quickly, thinking about Harry moving on with Pavarti. The more she thought the longer she thought the more violently she threw her things into her trunk. The thought of being stuck at her family's museum for three weeks was making her feel even bitterer.
How could Harry ask Pavarti to write to him during the holidays, didn't they share something special?
"I hope they're happy together," she muttered hatefully to herself.
She lugged her heavy chest down the girls dormitory stairs and though the Ravenclaw common room, flashing Michael Corner an evil glance as she passed him.
"Do you need help with that?" Terry Boots, one of Michael's closest friends, offered.
Cho smiled at him, "I think I've got it."
"Nonsense, let me help," he said taking the matter out of her hands.
He carried her chest down the corridor to where all the other's trunks were stacked, waiting for the house elves to pack them to the train.
"Well, I hope you have a Happy Christmas," Terry said sweetly.
"Thank-you, Happy Christmas to you too," Cho returned.
She never realized what a nice guy Terry was, why did he hang out with a creep like Michael.
"New friend?" said a voice she hadn't been expecting to hear.
Cho spun around with a shocked expression on her face, "he just helped me with my trunk."
Harry narrowed his eyes, "why didn't you just get Malfoy to help you?"
"Harry, I don't like Malfoy, there isn't anything between us, I swear," Cho pleaded.
Harry swallowed hard, turning his bright green eyes from her pleading gaze.
"I know you're made at me, but Happy Christmas," Cho said fighting back her tears, "tell Pavarti hello for me."
Before Harry had a chance to respond she turned quickly and disappeared, she already felt like a big enough fool with him saying a word.
The train ride back was quiet for Cho, and the thoughts about Harry carried her though the most of the ride back. Alford was waiting for her at the train station, and with a few finally farewells she departed back to her home.
Alford, the Chang family house elf, fixed Cho a bite to eat when they arrived at the Chang family manor. Her parents were out of town for the next couple days, leaving Cho alone to wallow in her misery.
"So miss, how was school?" Alford asked politely setting her food in front of her.
"Good, thanks for asking," Cho told her house elf.
Staring at her food, she suddenly lost her appetite, "I'm really not all that hungry, could you save this for me, I might eat it later."
"Are you still grieving for master Cedric?" Alford asked with a sincerity of worry in his voice.
Cho shook her head, "no, I'm better, promise."
"Well, I'll respect your request, I do wish you'd eat a bit more," he muttered taking her food from beneath her.
Her bedroom felt so foreign, and the mirror on the opposite side of her bed caught her eye. She knew better than to stare into it, she was tired of her little visions. The thoughts of Harry and Pavarti were making her absolutely ill. What if Harry had been playing her the whole time, his true intentions were with Pavarti not her.
"Stop it Cho, your doing it again," she scolded herself.
It was going to be a long holiday.
It seemed like Cho went to bed and woke up Christmas morning, her mother knocking on her door telling her to wake up. She didn't care if it was Christmas, she didn't want to get up.
Dragging her feet across the wooden floor she made her way into the living room and sat near the large pile of presents in front of the Christmas tree.
"Which one do you want to open first," her mother asked, still cling to Cho's youth.
Cho shrugged, she was getting too old for presents.
"Child, you've got to stop mopping, you have to move on," her mother lectured with her father agreeing.
"I'm fine mum, just a bit tired," she fumbled over the first box slowly tearing back the shiny paper. It was the usually litter of presents, same as every Christmas before.
A few articles of clothing, some collection pieces, some new supplies for school, a whole flock of worthless possessions. The last present barely caught Cho's eye but she began to open the brown parcel, not even paying attention to the name scribbled on the outside paper.
"Who's that one from dear?" her father asked.
"I don't know," Cho confessed as she tore back the paper.
Cho almost dropped the small figurine, knowing instantly what it was.
"What is that?" Cho mother asked narrowing her eyes.
A small figurine of a Hungarian Horntail lay quietly in Cho's hand. Cedric had one similar to the one she had just been given. She didn't need to read the letter to know who the gift was from.