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He leaned in to kiss her under the mistletoe. Kisses are supposed to be sweet, intoxicating, and breathtaking. It didn't help the moment that Cho was crying as he kissed her. Harry left the room so confused. How could this moment have been so spoiled?
He'd always imagined his first kiss as a romantic interlude of the highest quality. She would put her hands in his hair, and he would have his arms around her waist gently. She would lean into him slightly and he would kiss her. He hadn't gone as far as to imagine where it would lead from there, but it would be a moment he would remember forever.
This was a moment that he would remember forever, but not for the same reasons. He would remember the sadness in her eyes after their lips parted. The questions about Cedric that lingered in her face haunted him as he thought about her.
Did she like Harry or did she just long to be close to Cedric? Harry knew that she was confused because he had been the person with Cedric when he died. That meant that Cho could use Harry as a Cedric substitute. The idea filled Harry with dread because he liked Cho more than anything.
Then again if she hadn't liked Harry, she wouldn't have kissed him. How many times had she kissed Cedric? Did she love him? The thoughts ran through Harry's brain agonizingly. He couldn't concentrate on anything else, except the mistletoe hanging above his head. Maybe Luna had been right, it was filled with Nargles, after all.