Disclaimer: Once again, JKR is the one you must bow down to! I only own the
plot and some characters (Adelyn, Kiersten, and Landon. Oh, and Kenneth
Zebral, lol.).
Author's Note: I really hate writing sad stuff, but this is THE YEAR AFTER. Cho's depressed and sad. plainly sad. *sigh* I really enjoy writing this story though. I have my whole lifetime to do fluff. I explain stuff throughout this whole story, like the Sorting and Quidditch. JKR does that and I have some friends who are gonna read this who haven't read the HP book (I know, *gasp*), so bear with me! Well, go on! Read! And please review! I'm sorry this is pretty long. couldn't help telling you more about Adelyn and Kiersten, cos they're REALLY cool!
Rating: PG-13 (my mother wouldn't have let me read the end of this chapter 6 years ago when I was 12. Heck, I don't even think she'd really approve of me WRITING this! I'm still her "baby". *roll eyes*)
Thanks to: my romantic insight, thanks to the many Sweet Valley University books I read during my early teen years. And for JKR making Harry and Cho so attractive so I could write this and not cringe!
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The Year After: Cho's Story
Chapter 2- Midnight Revelations
Cho and Professor Sprout arrived just as the last first year ("Zebral, Kenneth!", "Gryffindor!") was sorted. The first years were always sorted into one of the four houses at Hogwarts. Cho was fittingly sorted into Ravenclaw, which had a reputation for being clever ("in wise old Ravenclaw, if you've a ready mind, where those of wit and learning, will always find their kind"). The three other houses were Gryffindor ("where dwell the brave at heart, their daring, nerve and chivalry set Gryffindors apart"), Hufflepuff ("where those are just and loyal, those patient Hufflepuff's are true and unafraid of toil"), and Slytherin ("you'll make your real friends, those cunning folk use any means, to achieve their ends"). Cho saw a glimpse of the ragged Sorting Hat and the three-legged stool be taken away by Professor McGonagall, the Deputy Headmistress and head of Gryffindor. As she feared, a hundred pairs of eyes looked at her as she entered the Great Hall. She walked as quickly as possible through the long line of Ravenclaw and Gryffindor tables and sat in the place reserved for her by Adelyn and Kiersten.
"Cho!" she heard her name be called from the Gryffindor table. She turned around in her seat and saw Harry Potter looking right at her. His best friends, Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley sat next to him, their faces with a look of disbelief.
Cho managed a weak smile. "Hi Harry. How are you?" she asked softly.
He shook his head. "No, how are YOU? Listen, I need to talk to you. How about after the feast?" he whispered back. "It's ok if you don't feel up to it," he added quickly.
Cho looked at him. His dark black hair covered the lightening scar on his forehead, which was left there by Voldemort fourteen years ago. Behind his round glasses (which this time wasn't broken she noticed, like many times before) were Harry's green eyes, that looked into her own eyes intently. It was HARRY- of course she'd talk to him. He was there when Cedric died and she hadn't spoken to Harry since, well, since before Cedric died. She knew she could trust Harry.
"Sure Harry. After the feast," Cho agreed right before Professor McGonagall tapped her fork on her water goblet. She turned her attention back to the teacher's table, raised up higher in the front of the Great Hall. Cho cracked a small smile as she heard a "Harry, I told you, it's too soon! Too fast! Not while she's mourning!" from Hermione Granger, who was extremely serious about everything, especially her studies. Cho was rather pleased that Harry still wanted to talk to her and not ignore her completely.
Up at the teachers' table, Professor Dumbledore cleared his throat. "It is another new school year at Hogwarts. Of course, we welcome our first years to our school, but I regret to tell you that this year is more saddened and stricter than the years before," the hall stayed silent as they listened to Dumbledore raptly, "obviously because of the return of the Lord Voldemort. We will try to keep things at Hogwarts as normal as possible, but we will enforce stricter rules for everyone's safety. First, yes, we will allow Quidditch games to go on." Quidditch was the ultimate wizarding sport, containing of fourteen players on broomsticks, a Quaffle as the scoring ball, two Bludgers as things to knock opponents off their broomsticks, and the tiny Golden Snitch, which was half the size of your fist and so fast that only skilled Seekers could catch it to end the game.
Professor Dumbledore paused and smiled as Fred and George Weasley, who were seventh year Beaters on the Gryffindor House team, lead the whole hall in thundering applause. The Weasley twins were hilarious and clever, making everyone laugh. Cho was saddened when she realized this was their last year.
"-although all Quidditch practices and games must be supervised by a professor and they WILL end before the sun goes down, even if the Snitch is not caught. Also, no playing during extreme weather. Secondly, absolutely NO wandering off at night. For everyone's safety, everyone should stay in their houses at night, no exceptions." With that, Cho thought she saw Professor Dumbledore's blue eyes twinkle toward the Gryffindor table once again, this time seemingly at Harry. But it was probably her imagination as he said quickly "and I must ask that all our old rules be enforeced twice as much as usual. No wandering into the Forbidden Forest, no magic in the corridors, and students are strictly forbidden to prowl around the corridors alone." Professor Dumbledore's face turned stern, which didn't happen too often, as Professor Dumbledore was usually so good-natured and joyful. But his stern look left quickly as it had come.
"But now. there is only one thing left to do. Everyone- DIG IN!"
The empty plates on the table filled up with different foods, from fish and chips to roasted chicken, and from spaghetti and meatballs to treacle fudge. Usually, Cho would do what Professor Dumbledore said and just "dig in", but she didn't feel very hungry tonight. She helped herself to a spoonful of mashed potatoes and a piece of roasted chicken. Cho took a bite of mashed potatoes and then carefully fingered the golden covered book. She wanted desperately to open it up and read it, but now wasn't the time. She needed to be alone.
"Cho, whassamatter?" Kiersten asked, her mouth full of food. "You're gonna starve tonight if that's all your eating."
Cho looked up and smiled at the sight of Kiersten's full plate of food. Kiersten always said that Hogwarts food was far better than food at home, home being America for Kiersten. Kiersten was one of the only two students admitted to Hogwarts from a different country during their year.
Adelyn rolled her eyes, delicately cutting up her fish. Cho's two best friends were exactly opposite from each other, like day and night. Kiersten had short blonde hair that flounced up and down when she walked. Her light hazel eyes always seemed full of mischief, which said a lot since the Weasley twins were pretty much her heroes. Adelyn was what people usually thought of when talking about the Ravenclaw House. Ravenclaw's were stereotypically "clever", and clever Adelyn was. She had long flowing light brown hair and eyes that were almost the color lavender.
"What that book you're clutching, Cho?" Adelyn observed, pointing to Cedric's journal, in which Cho was still fingering.
"Errrrr- nothing," Cho said quickly, stuffing the book inside her robes. "So is that lady up there our new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor?" she asked, changing the subject, looking at the High Table.
"Yeah, that's Professor Figg. They say she really knows her stuff," Landon Matts, a seventh year Ravenclaw, spoke up from across the table. The group around Cho gazed up at the seemingly old lady, her hair lined with grey hair and wearing grayish shabby robes. She was talking to Professor Dumbledore excitedly. "She sure looks like she's been around for quite awhile to experience Dark Magic," Landon added. Lately, their Defense Against the Dark Arts teachers seemed to run out quickly.
Kiersten crammed another spoonful of food in her mouth. "Hey Landon, when is Gryffindor's first Quidditch game is?" she managed to say. Landon was the Ravenclaw Quidditch captain.
Landon, Cho, and Adelyn laughed. "Look again at your robe badge, Kiersten. You mean Ravenclaw's first game?" Landon asked amusingly. "Or have Fred and George Weasley been on your mind again?"
Kiersten flushed red. "I- what- dunno what you're talking about," she mumbled.
"Haven't you heard, Landon- Kiersten finally settled on a twin. She picked George," Adelyn teased, her eyes twinkling. Kiersten's face was now as red as the reputable Weasley family hair, which was as red as red could be. She bowed her head down more into her food, trying to hide her face.
Out of the corner of her eye, Cho saw Harry rise from his place at the Gryffindor table. He looked meaningfully at her as Hermione tried to sit him down by pulling on his robes. ("Harry!") She saw Ron Weasley, shaking his vivid red head, try to loosen Hermione's grip on Harry's robes. ("Hermione, let him go!")
Cho took a bite of the treacle fudge on her plate and stood up.
"Cho, where're you going?" Adelyn wanted to know.
"Ummm, well, I wanted to be alone for awhile. Kind of reflect on being back here at Hogwars," Cho said softly, looking away from her friends.
Adelyn and Kiersten bought it. "'Course you wanna be alone, Cho. Just go straight up, remember what Professor Dumbledore said. No wandering around at night. We'll follow you up when Kiersten's full, which'll be quite awhile," Adelyn said, looking amusingly at Kiersten. "Kiersten, you are SO lucky you were born thin." Kiersten just nodded.
Cho walked out of the huge Great Hall and right into Harry, who was waiting for her outside. "Do you mind if we walked while we talk?" Harry asked. "I don't want anyone eavesdropping on us." Cho shook her head.
They walked a little while before Cho wondered when Harry would start talking. "Harry, whatever it is, you can tell me."
Harry stopped walking, right in front of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. Cho noticed he was a good foot taller than she was as he looked at her with his green eyes.
"Cho, whatever you heard, whatever anyone told you- I didn't kill Cedric."
That was the last thing Cho would think Harry would say to her. "Oh Harry, what are you talking about? Noone thinks you killed Cedric," she said as her last word echoed throughout the empty corridors.
Harry hung his head down, his hands on the back of his neck. "The Slytherins are starting the rumors. I don't want you to listen to them. I was afraid you'd never talk to me again- I know how much you cared about Cedric." Harry sighed. "But I guess I did do my part in killing him- I suggested that we take the trophy together. I led him to Voldemort- I as good as killed him." Harry's voice started to crack.
Cho placed her hands on top of his. "Harry, you didn't KNOW. It WASN'T your fault. If anything, you were heroic, courageous, brilliant, amazing- you know yourself that noone ever stood in Voldemort's way. Only you," she comforted him. Harry's eyes found their way into hers again.
She went on. "You wand-dueled WITH THE DARK LORD. You brought Cedric's body back to Hogwarts. You are one of the most heroic wizards ever. You're MY personal hero. And I've never thanked you for bringing Ced's body back," she continued as her voice started to crack as well. She looked away and Harry's hands fell from her grasp as tears rolled down from her eyes. Thinking of how Cedric died was too hard for her.
Harry leaned over, and with a trembling hand, touched her cheek. She looked up through her tears at Harry. She then closed her eyes as he caressed her cheek. It felt so right to be touched again.
Tears still flowing down her face, she felt Harry's body come closer to hers. Her lips touched Harry's, both of them melting into a salty, passionate kiss. It was as if her mouth obeyingly open and she felt his tongue slide tenderly into her mouth. With each press of her lips, Cho's heart yearned for more. She felt everything, yet nothing at the same time. Her mouth, tongue, lips pressed harder and harder into Harry's, as if they were deprived from something important and just got it back.
The two edged closer together, both seemed to not wanting to part from the kiss. Cho's hands traveled up to Harry's head, messing up his black hair, and his hands settled around Cho's waist. The kiss was enchanting. It felt right- never had she felt like this since-
Cedric!
Cho's eyes opened consciously as she came back to reality. Aided by the moonlight, she could see that Harry's eyes were closed as he seemed to enjoy the moment. Cho pulled away quickly and took her hands away from his hair.
Harry looked at her again, this time painfully. Silence filled the corridors. "Cedric," he finally said.
Cho only nodded, not daring to say a thing. Tears welled up in her eyes again and she turned and ran away as fast as she could from that seemingly surreal moment. She stopped for a breath after passing by another corner. Outside the windows, she could see the moon appearing from behind the clouds and her breathing grew shorter. Cho leaned up against the cold grey stone wall. Her fingers reached up to her lips and she closed her eyes again, thinking back to that kiss that never should have happened.
Suddenly, something fell from her robes and made a loud clap as it struck the ground. Cho sank down to the ground, her shaking hand outstretched to reach for the yellow object. She opened the journal to a random page, and by the moonlight, she could make out a picture. It was a wizarding picture, where the people in the pictures were able to move around. Cho recognized that the picture was taken from last year, the morning after the Yule Ball. She didn't remember who took it, but it didn't matter. It was taken from the sides of Cedric and Cho. Cedric's hand kept sweeping over Cho's face to pull back a stray hair and they both looked right into each others eyes, the smiles that they both wore were genuine, carefree, and happy. It was plain to see that they were in love.
Cho traced her fingers on Cedric's face. He was so handsome- inside and out.
"I'm sorry Ced."
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***Chapter 3 Short Synopsis: Rumors spread about Cedric. How can Cho be sure that it WASN'T Harry that killed Cedric?***
Author's Note: I really hate writing sad stuff, but this is THE YEAR AFTER. Cho's depressed and sad. plainly sad. *sigh* I really enjoy writing this story though. I have my whole lifetime to do fluff. I explain stuff throughout this whole story, like the Sorting and Quidditch. JKR does that and I have some friends who are gonna read this who haven't read the HP book (I know, *gasp*), so bear with me! Well, go on! Read! And please review! I'm sorry this is pretty long. couldn't help telling you more about Adelyn and Kiersten, cos they're REALLY cool!
Rating: PG-13 (my mother wouldn't have let me read the end of this chapter 6 years ago when I was 12. Heck, I don't even think she'd really approve of me WRITING this! I'm still her "baby". *roll eyes*)
Thanks to: my romantic insight, thanks to the many Sweet Valley University books I read during my early teen years. And for JKR making Harry and Cho so attractive so I could write this and not cringe!
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The Year After: Cho's Story
Chapter 2- Midnight Revelations
Cho and Professor Sprout arrived just as the last first year ("Zebral, Kenneth!", "Gryffindor!") was sorted. The first years were always sorted into one of the four houses at Hogwarts. Cho was fittingly sorted into Ravenclaw, which had a reputation for being clever ("in wise old Ravenclaw, if you've a ready mind, where those of wit and learning, will always find their kind"). The three other houses were Gryffindor ("where dwell the brave at heart, their daring, nerve and chivalry set Gryffindors apart"), Hufflepuff ("where those are just and loyal, those patient Hufflepuff's are true and unafraid of toil"), and Slytherin ("you'll make your real friends, those cunning folk use any means, to achieve their ends"). Cho saw a glimpse of the ragged Sorting Hat and the three-legged stool be taken away by Professor McGonagall, the Deputy Headmistress and head of Gryffindor. As she feared, a hundred pairs of eyes looked at her as she entered the Great Hall. She walked as quickly as possible through the long line of Ravenclaw and Gryffindor tables and sat in the place reserved for her by Adelyn and Kiersten.
"Cho!" she heard her name be called from the Gryffindor table. She turned around in her seat and saw Harry Potter looking right at her. His best friends, Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley sat next to him, their faces with a look of disbelief.
Cho managed a weak smile. "Hi Harry. How are you?" she asked softly.
He shook his head. "No, how are YOU? Listen, I need to talk to you. How about after the feast?" he whispered back. "It's ok if you don't feel up to it," he added quickly.
Cho looked at him. His dark black hair covered the lightening scar on his forehead, which was left there by Voldemort fourteen years ago. Behind his round glasses (which this time wasn't broken she noticed, like many times before) were Harry's green eyes, that looked into her own eyes intently. It was HARRY- of course she'd talk to him. He was there when Cedric died and she hadn't spoken to Harry since, well, since before Cedric died. She knew she could trust Harry.
"Sure Harry. After the feast," Cho agreed right before Professor McGonagall tapped her fork on her water goblet. She turned her attention back to the teacher's table, raised up higher in the front of the Great Hall. Cho cracked a small smile as she heard a "Harry, I told you, it's too soon! Too fast! Not while she's mourning!" from Hermione Granger, who was extremely serious about everything, especially her studies. Cho was rather pleased that Harry still wanted to talk to her and not ignore her completely.
Up at the teachers' table, Professor Dumbledore cleared his throat. "It is another new school year at Hogwarts. Of course, we welcome our first years to our school, but I regret to tell you that this year is more saddened and stricter than the years before," the hall stayed silent as they listened to Dumbledore raptly, "obviously because of the return of the Lord Voldemort. We will try to keep things at Hogwarts as normal as possible, but we will enforce stricter rules for everyone's safety. First, yes, we will allow Quidditch games to go on." Quidditch was the ultimate wizarding sport, containing of fourteen players on broomsticks, a Quaffle as the scoring ball, two Bludgers as things to knock opponents off their broomsticks, and the tiny Golden Snitch, which was half the size of your fist and so fast that only skilled Seekers could catch it to end the game.
Professor Dumbledore paused and smiled as Fred and George Weasley, who were seventh year Beaters on the Gryffindor House team, lead the whole hall in thundering applause. The Weasley twins were hilarious and clever, making everyone laugh. Cho was saddened when she realized this was their last year.
"-although all Quidditch practices and games must be supervised by a professor and they WILL end before the sun goes down, even if the Snitch is not caught. Also, no playing during extreme weather. Secondly, absolutely NO wandering off at night. For everyone's safety, everyone should stay in their houses at night, no exceptions." With that, Cho thought she saw Professor Dumbledore's blue eyes twinkle toward the Gryffindor table once again, this time seemingly at Harry. But it was probably her imagination as he said quickly "and I must ask that all our old rules be enforeced twice as much as usual. No wandering into the Forbidden Forest, no magic in the corridors, and students are strictly forbidden to prowl around the corridors alone." Professor Dumbledore's face turned stern, which didn't happen too often, as Professor Dumbledore was usually so good-natured and joyful. But his stern look left quickly as it had come.
"But now. there is only one thing left to do. Everyone- DIG IN!"
The empty plates on the table filled up with different foods, from fish and chips to roasted chicken, and from spaghetti and meatballs to treacle fudge. Usually, Cho would do what Professor Dumbledore said and just "dig in", but she didn't feel very hungry tonight. She helped herself to a spoonful of mashed potatoes and a piece of roasted chicken. Cho took a bite of mashed potatoes and then carefully fingered the golden covered book. She wanted desperately to open it up and read it, but now wasn't the time. She needed to be alone.
"Cho, whassamatter?" Kiersten asked, her mouth full of food. "You're gonna starve tonight if that's all your eating."
Cho looked up and smiled at the sight of Kiersten's full plate of food. Kiersten always said that Hogwarts food was far better than food at home, home being America for Kiersten. Kiersten was one of the only two students admitted to Hogwarts from a different country during their year.
Adelyn rolled her eyes, delicately cutting up her fish. Cho's two best friends were exactly opposite from each other, like day and night. Kiersten had short blonde hair that flounced up and down when she walked. Her light hazel eyes always seemed full of mischief, which said a lot since the Weasley twins were pretty much her heroes. Adelyn was what people usually thought of when talking about the Ravenclaw House. Ravenclaw's were stereotypically "clever", and clever Adelyn was. She had long flowing light brown hair and eyes that were almost the color lavender.
"What that book you're clutching, Cho?" Adelyn observed, pointing to Cedric's journal, in which Cho was still fingering.
"Errrrr- nothing," Cho said quickly, stuffing the book inside her robes. "So is that lady up there our new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor?" she asked, changing the subject, looking at the High Table.
"Yeah, that's Professor Figg. They say she really knows her stuff," Landon Matts, a seventh year Ravenclaw, spoke up from across the table. The group around Cho gazed up at the seemingly old lady, her hair lined with grey hair and wearing grayish shabby robes. She was talking to Professor Dumbledore excitedly. "She sure looks like she's been around for quite awhile to experience Dark Magic," Landon added. Lately, their Defense Against the Dark Arts teachers seemed to run out quickly.
Kiersten crammed another spoonful of food in her mouth. "Hey Landon, when is Gryffindor's first Quidditch game is?" she managed to say. Landon was the Ravenclaw Quidditch captain.
Landon, Cho, and Adelyn laughed. "Look again at your robe badge, Kiersten. You mean Ravenclaw's first game?" Landon asked amusingly. "Or have Fred and George Weasley been on your mind again?"
Kiersten flushed red. "I- what- dunno what you're talking about," she mumbled.
"Haven't you heard, Landon- Kiersten finally settled on a twin. She picked George," Adelyn teased, her eyes twinkling. Kiersten's face was now as red as the reputable Weasley family hair, which was as red as red could be. She bowed her head down more into her food, trying to hide her face.
Out of the corner of her eye, Cho saw Harry rise from his place at the Gryffindor table. He looked meaningfully at her as Hermione tried to sit him down by pulling on his robes. ("Harry!") She saw Ron Weasley, shaking his vivid red head, try to loosen Hermione's grip on Harry's robes. ("Hermione, let him go!")
Cho took a bite of the treacle fudge on her plate and stood up.
"Cho, where're you going?" Adelyn wanted to know.
"Ummm, well, I wanted to be alone for awhile. Kind of reflect on being back here at Hogwars," Cho said softly, looking away from her friends.
Adelyn and Kiersten bought it. "'Course you wanna be alone, Cho. Just go straight up, remember what Professor Dumbledore said. No wandering around at night. We'll follow you up when Kiersten's full, which'll be quite awhile," Adelyn said, looking amusingly at Kiersten. "Kiersten, you are SO lucky you were born thin." Kiersten just nodded.
Cho walked out of the huge Great Hall and right into Harry, who was waiting for her outside. "Do you mind if we walked while we talk?" Harry asked. "I don't want anyone eavesdropping on us." Cho shook her head.
They walked a little while before Cho wondered when Harry would start talking. "Harry, whatever it is, you can tell me."
Harry stopped walking, right in front of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. Cho noticed he was a good foot taller than she was as he looked at her with his green eyes.
"Cho, whatever you heard, whatever anyone told you- I didn't kill Cedric."
That was the last thing Cho would think Harry would say to her. "Oh Harry, what are you talking about? Noone thinks you killed Cedric," she said as her last word echoed throughout the empty corridors.
Harry hung his head down, his hands on the back of his neck. "The Slytherins are starting the rumors. I don't want you to listen to them. I was afraid you'd never talk to me again- I know how much you cared about Cedric." Harry sighed. "But I guess I did do my part in killing him- I suggested that we take the trophy together. I led him to Voldemort- I as good as killed him." Harry's voice started to crack.
Cho placed her hands on top of his. "Harry, you didn't KNOW. It WASN'T your fault. If anything, you were heroic, courageous, brilliant, amazing- you know yourself that noone ever stood in Voldemort's way. Only you," she comforted him. Harry's eyes found their way into hers again.
She went on. "You wand-dueled WITH THE DARK LORD. You brought Cedric's body back to Hogwarts. You are one of the most heroic wizards ever. You're MY personal hero. And I've never thanked you for bringing Ced's body back," she continued as her voice started to crack as well. She looked away and Harry's hands fell from her grasp as tears rolled down from her eyes. Thinking of how Cedric died was too hard for her.
Harry leaned over, and with a trembling hand, touched her cheek. She looked up through her tears at Harry. She then closed her eyes as he caressed her cheek. It felt so right to be touched again.
Tears still flowing down her face, she felt Harry's body come closer to hers. Her lips touched Harry's, both of them melting into a salty, passionate kiss. It was as if her mouth obeyingly open and she felt his tongue slide tenderly into her mouth. With each press of her lips, Cho's heart yearned for more. She felt everything, yet nothing at the same time. Her mouth, tongue, lips pressed harder and harder into Harry's, as if they were deprived from something important and just got it back.
The two edged closer together, both seemed to not wanting to part from the kiss. Cho's hands traveled up to Harry's head, messing up his black hair, and his hands settled around Cho's waist. The kiss was enchanting. It felt right- never had she felt like this since-
Cedric!
Cho's eyes opened consciously as she came back to reality. Aided by the moonlight, she could see that Harry's eyes were closed as he seemed to enjoy the moment. Cho pulled away quickly and took her hands away from his hair.
Harry looked at her again, this time painfully. Silence filled the corridors. "Cedric," he finally said.
Cho only nodded, not daring to say a thing. Tears welled up in her eyes again and she turned and ran away as fast as she could from that seemingly surreal moment. She stopped for a breath after passing by another corner. Outside the windows, she could see the moon appearing from behind the clouds and her breathing grew shorter. Cho leaned up against the cold grey stone wall. Her fingers reached up to her lips and she closed her eyes again, thinking back to that kiss that never should have happened.
Suddenly, something fell from her robes and made a loud clap as it struck the ground. Cho sank down to the ground, her shaking hand outstretched to reach for the yellow object. She opened the journal to a random page, and by the moonlight, she could make out a picture. It was a wizarding picture, where the people in the pictures were able to move around. Cho recognized that the picture was taken from last year, the morning after the Yule Ball. She didn't remember who took it, but it didn't matter. It was taken from the sides of Cedric and Cho. Cedric's hand kept sweeping over Cho's face to pull back a stray hair and they both looked right into each others eyes, the smiles that they both wore were genuine, carefree, and happy. It was plain to see that they were in love.
Cho traced her fingers on Cedric's face. He was so handsome- inside and out.
"I'm sorry Ced."
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***Chapter 3 Short Synopsis: Rumors spread about Cedric. How can Cho be sure that it WASN'T Harry that killed Cedric?***