A/N: Thanks for the reviews! Okay, seeing that my number of reviews is not improving I'm just going to keep writing. And like Eristoff-icE said if this were me I would have given up on it too. But there are just so many ideas popping into my head right now. And it really sucks because I can't seem to stop writing even though there are so few of you reading. So I hope God somehow blesses this post to make a few more people read it.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything except the plot. And a few of the statements here are from the old show Dawson's Creek.

Summary: She loves him, he doesn't know but he loves someone else, and she loves this guy—you just can't win. What if love doesn't have to be written in the stars but in your eyes and the only people that can see it are the people around you? Let the third war begin.

Knew the signs
Wasn't right
I was stupid for a while
Swept away by you
A nd now i feel like a fool
So confused,
My hearts brused
Was i ever loved by you?

Out of reach, so far
I never had your heart
Out of reach,
Couldn't see
We were never meant to be

Cho's Point of View

As I'm running through the corridors of my school I feel like my heart is being sucked out from me.

I'm hoping, no, I'm praying that Harry has decided to follow me, to apologize at least.

I stop when I turn the next corridor I try to catch my breath.

He's not there.

How do I know?

Because I feel him when he's around me.

He's created a presence that I always feel even when he's a wall away.

And now?

I can't feel him.

I feel the heat rush to the back of my eyes and the feeling I know so well is coming over me again. I put my hand over my mouth and feel the tears leak from my eyes.

"Please, don't let him see me like this." I whisper. I hear his footsteps and pray that somehow he will be diverted into another direction.

"Cho?" His voice, he is standing right behind me now.

It took him ten seconds to follow me. And in those ten seconds he couldn't decide on whether or not to because he was thinking about her, and what he thinks I said about her.

I take in the air but it hurts. My chest just feels tight, like I can't breathe because my body won't let me. I face Harry preparing myself for his reaction. This is the routine that I have become accustomed to since Hermione arrived.

I can't hate a girl who hasn't done anything to me. But I can dislike her for the effect that she has over my boyfriend.

I turn around knowing that my eyes are already red. It's almost like my face was created for crying.

"I'm sorry." He apologized. But his words, his apology, they were forced. He didn't really mean it. He just didn't want us to fight. I could see that he still wanted me to apologize for the comment that Luna (not me) made. "Cho," He moved closer. "I really am sorry." His hand was making its way to my left arm but I pulled back. It took all my strength to do that.

"Not this time, Harry." I shook my head furiously. I know I probably looked like a child but I couldn't let him win anymore. I wasn't going to sit back and do things on his terms. I was in this relationship too. "You don't have to say anything, I just want you to listen."

I knew I had his full attention.

"Since Hermione arrived I feel like the only thing we argue about is her or something related to her. My voice is no longer heard in this relationship and I don't think I can handle being the inactive one being driven around the one-way street. I am putting my foot down and I don't blame Hermione for any of this. I blame you! Just you! For looking at her the way you do, for talking about her the way you do, for the way you smile when you see her, for the way you get all defensive when someone says something bad about her, for not loving me the way you love her. That is what scares me the most Harry, that you might love her more than you love me."

"I love her, Cho. But I'm in love with, you." Harry cut through my speech, trying to convince me, trying to convince himself.

"Hush," I shushed him and took in the air. "You know what sucks even more is that when you come running back to me, you know I'll be there. I see it in your eyes, Harry. It's over."

I turned around and shut my eyes waiting for him to say something, but he didn't.

He looked shocked but still he didn't move.

"I'm leaving Harry." I shook my head now realizing that I was bawling my eyes out.

"Why? Why are you leaving?" Harry asked shocked by my statement.

I turned my head slightly, blinking the final tears that I was going to let him see. "I'm leaving," I cough out, "because you didn't ask me to stay."

"Cho!" I stopped again wanting to hear him tell me that he didn't want me to go, that he wasn't going to let me go. "It could be better, yet it could be worse. And the best thing I can do now is let it go." Was all he said and at that instant something inside of me felt like I had connected to him, again.

I turned around.

"Just a few seconds ago, you told me you were going away. I just got scared, so scared. And I will let you go if you wish it. But I am letting you know how much I need you, how much I want you and right now, nothing else matters, not even her."

He walked over to me but stopped leaving a space between us. "I'm not prepared to lose you, Cho." His voice cracked.

I looked down and thought of everything that has happened. Was I really going to let everything go? Everything that he had said and done will just be forgotten again, I know it.

I know that he's going to resent me for what I'm thinking. And I know that those who are close to his heart are going to hate me for doing this to him. But this is my heart at stake and if he wants to be with me as much as I want to be with him he will do what I wish.

The wheels in my mind are spinning and there is only one solution to the situation that we are in. And the solution will make no one happy. I feel my heart pound when I see that Harry's eyes are brimming with tears as well. He is waiting for my answer.

"I am not prepared to lose you, Cho." His words were ringing in my mind. My plan would work if he were telling me the truth.

"What?" I clear my throat only wanting him to repeat what he had just said.

"I – am – not – prepared – to – lose – you." He looked me in the eyes emphasizing every word.

I shut my eyes and feel a smile form on my face. "I'm not prepared to be lost."

He closes the gap between us and puts his arms around me. His kiss feels like the first, its almost like in the short time that we were fighting our relationship was revitalized. I shut my eyes and feel the joy surge through me. I am savoring this moment for what is about to come. And I know that he is not going to take what I am about to say lightly.

"Harry," I pull away but place my hand on his cheek. "I have but one request."

"Say it and it will happen." He promised.

"Do you promise?" I asked titling my head.

"Can I hear it first?" He asked.

"Do you doubt me?" I tease trying to lighten the mood that I know will change in just a matter of seconds.

"No." He shook his head and put his arms around my waist, pulling me close and then looked into my eyes.

I smile, "You can't see Hermione anymore." The words finally leave my mouth. I wait for his reaction but he lets go of me. "Its me or her, Harry. I can't stand back and watch you two together anymore."

"But," He began. "I just can't."

"Then there can't be an us." I look down. It is amazing how the mood can change completely after one says something.

"I can't not see her, she's my housemate." He reasoned. "And apart from that, she's my best friend. I mean, people think I can't live without her."

"Then you'll have to live without me." I nod.

"No," Harry states. "I can't. I love you."

"Do you Harry?" I ask carefully.

"More than anything in the world." He assures me.

"Then say goodbye to her. Whenever you see her I want you to think of nothing but me. When you talk to her it will only be about how school is or about our relationship. You can't look at or talk to or think about her especially when you're with me. And when I'm not there I want you to act like she doesn't exist."

"Why?" Harry pleaded.

"Because I can't compete with a girl you've known from the beginning! I can't compete with someone who knows you better than yourself. And I can't compete with a girl who's smart, and funny, and beautiful." I feel myself crying again. "I can't, Harry, I just can't."

"But there was never any competition. I belong to you." He looked at me softly.

"But your heart belongs to Hermione." I say in barely a whisper.

"Am I not worth fighting for?" Harry asked.

"You have no idea what it is like to fight a losing battle, do you?" I found myself asking. He looked at me almost confused. "Okay," I clear my throat. "Let's say you've got two last Bertie Bott's, the flavors are chocolate and mint. And chocolate is the most common bean, but it's your favorite. And mint only comes once in a bag of Bertie's. And you have the choice to either give the chocolate or the mint away. So you give the chocolate away deciding that you can have it again anyway. When you put the bean in your mouth you realize that your taste buds are looking for the chocolate flavor and suddenly the mint starts to taste like vomit. I don't want to be the mint, Harry, because I am the mint."

"You're comparing yourself to a bean." He looks at me.

"You're such a prat!"

"It's just, you sound a little obsessed." He confessed but I could tell that Hermione was the only thing he was thinking about.

"Don't call me obsessed when I'm only scared of losing the best thing that's happened to me." I whispered sadly.

He says nothing.

"Choose, Harry." I'm not going to let this go.

He takes my hand in mine. "Did I ever tell you I really preferred the mint flavored ones? I mean, they are just so good. It just refreshes your mouth."

I smile through my tears and sigh.

He chose me over her?

He did.

And I was going to do everything to keep him.

But then his expression became serious. "Did you really mean what you said?"

"I'll be your best friend, now." I offer.

He paused for a moment to think. "You already are." He pulled me close.

There was something about that hug that was reluctant. It was almost like he was a world away.

I was no longer the victim.

I was now the perpetrator.

"What is being in love? Being in love is when you continue to love somebody even when there is no chance of that love ever being returned."

A/N: I know that it is hard to believe that Cho is being just... unbearable but you have to understand this is her boyfriend we're talking about. So I am trying to make the situation as realitstic as possible because I've been in situations like this and it seems to be a common solution. And no I am not Cho. I'm the girl that gets left out of things. Enough about me though, what did YOU think of my story?

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