Seventh year...
Cho sat in the common room reading letters she'd got from Fred over the summer.
She missed him a lot, he'd been a great friend and she really missed his kisses and great advice.
She sighed as she folded them back into the envelope she kept them in and putting them in a compartment in her trunk.
It was hard a boyfriend she'd loved so much being killed and a good friend she'd known for so long leaving school. It was a real hard blow.
Cho closed her eyes as she imagined her and Fred's last kiss and though it had been a sweet and tender kiss it only made Cho not want him to leave more.
Cho opened her eyes and found she was crying.
She wiped her eyes hurriedly.
She was a seventh year now not a weepy first year suffering from homesickness.
Cho lay back on her bed wishing more than anything that Fred was here to reassure her and kiss away her worries.
But he'd probably be at work now, chatting up his Angel.
She sighed as she stared at the ceiling.
There was a tapping at the window like that sound of an owl's beak on the glass.
She sat up and saw an owl.
She let the owl in and took the letter from its talons.
'Cho,
What's wrong? Why aren't you at Hogsmeade enjoying yourself like the rest of your friends? You shouldn't dwell on the past my girl.
You're beautiful any guy would give his right arm to date you.
Now get those tears out your eyes and go to Hogsmeade.
Love always babe
Fred xoxo.'
Cho frowned as she saw the red rose rolled inside the letter.
Why did Fred want her to come to Hogsmeade?
She wiped the remaining tears from her eyes and changed her clothes.
In between classes she'd sit in her dorm dressed in a large sweatshirt Fred had given her before he went and a pair of baggy combat trousers.
But something told her that she needed to make an effort clothes wise.
She dressed in pair of jeans and a black top that showed her navel and a denim jacket.
She brushed her hair and then pulled on some running shoes before grabbing her money and catching the last coach to Hogsmeade.