Author's notes: Hey! Thanks lots to all the reviewers who reviewed this
piece, you all made my week! I'm very surprised that anybody liked it; most
people highly dislike Cho. Here's the latest chapter, hope you enjoy!
Karri-Granger: One of the best stories you've ever read? Wow! I feel so loved!
: Thank you very much! I'm feeling extremely appreciated right now...
Hello: Well, here's the next one! Hope you like it as much as you seemed to like the first chapter!
Audrey Lebeke: Sorry about the cliffhanger! I really am VERY surprised you liked this one...see, finally, Cho is not perfect!
monkeymouse: I've read YOUR Cho/Harry fic, and it is an honor for you to review mine, because yours was awesome! And about that Ginny in the Chamber of Secrets thing: yes, Ginny was a victim of the Chamber of Secrets, but I think Cho means more, has she ever lost someone really close to her. Cho doesn't know about Sirius, but she knows about Harry's parents and the death that seems to surround him.
Once again, thanks everybody for reviewing! I love all of you to death, and please review more!
Cho/Harry continued
You came hurrying up to me, cheeks flushed, from running, I suppose.
I stood there, my head lowered, not wanting to meet your eyes, those amazingly, unbelievably green eyes of yours, fearing that if I looked in them, I would see hate and disdain.
All was silent. I could hear your shallow breaths.
"Cho?" You ask, trying to look into my eyes. I avoid them, I avoid your eyes, until you grab my arm, and once again, my stupid reflexes make me look up. Stupid, stupid reflexes.
There I am, drowning again. Your eyes are bottomless, and I feel as though I'm falling, falling from a great height when your voice interrupts me, breaking my fall.
"I...just wanted to apologize for Ginny acting that way. She had no right to be so rude to you." You say, fidgeting a little.
I pull my arm away. "Its perfectly fine." I say, in a voice I cannot recognize as my own, a voice that is cool, calm, collected, and emotionless, which is the exact opposite of how I feel now.
You feel the iciness emitting from me, and you take a step back.
"Okay, then. I suppose I'd better get back to the Hospital Wing." You bite your lip for a second, then turn to leave. I try desperately, oh so desperately, hard to read what you're thinking, but those eyes of yours are but a reflection of what mine must look like; a mask, no emotion, no pain, no hurt, no misery, no anger, no guilt, no love. No nothing.
It makes me wonder; why do you hide your emotions? I know why I do, but what reason do you have? I wish I knew. I wish I were worthy enough to know your troubles, your emotions, your life. I wish I was, but I'm not.
You're already half way down the hall, when I suddenly turn and shout " Harry!" I don't know exactly why I did, I just acted impulsively.
Wow. That's the first time I've said your name out loud in a long time. The taste of it on my tongue is painfully sweet; like a needle covered with chocolate, tasting so saccharine, and yet, drawing blood at the same time.
"What is it?" You speak in the same tone I spoke in, almost a monotone.
I can feel my cheeks reddening. I study the ground. "I..." Oh, why was my power of speech failing me now? Why now?"I wanted to apologize, for the Qudditch Match. It's my fault you were injured."
For the first time ever while I was talking to you, since last year, I can see a shadow of a smile on your face. "Oh, don't worry about that. That was a very good move you pulled though."
My heart soars.
"Thank you." And I didn't mean thank you, just for the compliment. That was a thank you for cheering me up for that small instant, that was a thank you for giving me one of the best Qudditch matches I've ever played in, that was a thank you for being Harry Potter, the only one who has the ability to make my day with a kind look, or a simple hello.
Of course, he will never know this. To him, I'm just another face in the crowd, unrecognizable from the rest.
My throat closes, at this thought. I need to leave, I need to leave before I do or say something that I would regret. "See you around."
I walk quickly away; knowing that last year, if I had done this, I could have come back ten minutes later, and you would still be staring after me. I know that now, you would have already left.
Once I'm in my dormitory, I throw myself onto my bed, and draw the curtains close. I need some time to think, to brood.
How is it, that after so much, so many tears, so many problems, how is it that I like you, no, love you, more than I have ever had?
You have changed, you know. You are so different now, so much more complex.
I want you; I need you so bad, that my heart aches. No, every part of me aches- to be held by you, to be kissed by you, to be comforted by, just to be loved by you.
Is that really so much to ask?
Of course it is. Especially to ask you to love me, me the one whom you despise, and will always despise.
It doesn't matter anyway. You love her, and you will always love her. We are polar opposites: the sun and the moon, the light and the dark. You could never love me. Ever.
I realize this, and last year, I would've cried for months over this. This year, the pain, the suffering, the agony of loving someone so much, and not having them love you in return, is far too deep to cry.
It is in the depths of my souls, the innermost recesses that no one can reach. It's hidden in the darkest, dimmest corners of my being, something that no one will ever know, or even care about. No one except for me.
It is far, far too deep.
Karri-Granger: One of the best stories you've ever read? Wow! I feel so loved!
: Thank you very much! I'm feeling extremely appreciated right now...
Hello: Well, here's the next one! Hope you like it as much as you seemed to like the first chapter!
Audrey Lebeke: Sorry about the cliffhanger! I really am VERY surprised you liked this one...see, finally, Cho is not perfect!
monkeymouse: I've read YOUR Cho/Harry fic, and it is an honor for you to review mine, because yours was awesome! And about that Ginny in the Chamber of Secrets thing: yes, Ginny was a victim of the Chamber of Secrets, but I think Cho means more, has she ever lost someone really close to her. Cho doesn't know about Sirius, but she knows about Harry's parents and the death that seems to surround him.
Once again, thanks everybody for reviewing! I love all of you to death, and please review more!
Cho/Harry continued
You came hurrying up to me, cheeks flushed, from running, I suppose.
I stood there, my head lowered, not wanting to meet your eyes, those amazingly, unbelievably green eyes of yours, fearing that if I looked in them, I would see hate and disdain.
All was silent. I could hear your shallow breaths.
"Cho?" You ask, trying to look into my eyes. I avoid them, I avoid your eyes, until you grab my arm, and once again, my stupid reflexes make me look up. Stupid, stupid reflexes.
There I am, drowning again. Your eyes are bottomless, and I feel as though I'm falling, falling from a great height when your voice interrupts me, breaking my fall.
"I...just wanted to apologize for Ginny acting that way. She had no right to be so rude to you." You say, fidgeting a little.
I pull my arm away. "Its perfectly fine." I say, in a voice I cannot recognize as my own, a voice that is cool, calm, collected, and emotionless, which is the exact opposite of how I feel now.
You feel the iciness emitting from me, and you take a step back.
"Okay, then. I suppose I'd better get back to the Hospital Wing." You bite your lip for a second, then turn to leave. I try desperately, oh so desperately, hard to read what you're thinking, but those eyes of yours are but a reflection of what mine must look like; a mask, no emotion, no pain, no hurt, no misery, no anger, no guilt, no love. No nothing.
It makes me wonder; why do you hide your emotions? I know why I do, but what reason do you have? I wish I knew. I wish I were worthy enough to know your troubles, your emotions, your life. I wish I was, but I'm not.
You're already half way down the hall, when I suddenly turn and shout " Harry!" I don't know exactly why I did, I just acted impulsively.
Wow. That's the first time I've said your name out loud in a long time. The taste of it on my tongue is painfully sweet; like a needle covered with chocolate, tasting so saccharine, and yet, drawing blood at the same time.
"What is it?" You speak in the same tone I spoke in, almost a monotone.
I can feel my cheeks reddening. I study the ground. "I..." Oh, why was my power of speech failing me now? Why now?"I wanted to apologize, for the Qudditch Match. It's my fault you were injured."
For the first time ever while I was talking to you, since last year, I can see a shadow of a smile on your face. "Oh, don't worry about that. That was a very good move you pulled though."
My heart soars.
"Thank you." And I didn't mean thank you, just for the compliment. That was a thank you for cheering me up for that small instant, that was a thank you for giving me one of the best Qudditch matches I've ever played in, that was a thank you for being Harry Potter, the only one who has the ability to make my day with a kind look, or a simple hello.
Of course, he will never know this. To him, I'm just another face in the crowd, unrecognizable from the rest.
My throat closes, at this thought. I need to leave, I need to leave before I do or say something that I would regret. "See you around."
I walk quickly away; knowing that last year, if I had done this, I could have come back ten minutes later, and you would still be staring after me. I know that now, you would have already left.
Once I'm in my dormitory, I throw myself onto my bed, and draw the curtains close. I need some time to think, to brood.
How is it, that after so much, so many tears, so many problems, how is it that I like you, no, love you, more than I have ever had?
You have changed, you know. You are so different now, so much more complex.
I want you; I need you so bad, that my heart aches. No, every part of me aches- to be held by you, to be kissed by you, to be comforted by, just to be loved by you.
Is that really so much to ask?
Of course it is. Especially to ask you to love me, me the one whom you despise, and will always despise.
It doesn't matter anyway. You love her, and you will always love her. We are polar opposites: the sun and the moon, the light and the dark. You could never love me. Ever.
I realize this, and last year, I would've cried for months over this. This year, the pain, the suffering, the agony of loving someone so much, and not having them love you in return, is far too deep to cry.
It is in the depths of my souls, the innermost recesses that no one can reach. It's hidden in the darkest, dimmest corners of my being, something that no one will ever know, or even care about. No one except for me.
It is far, far too deep.