Disclaimer: All Jo Rowling's.
A/N: Never thought I'd write a Human Hosep— Cho Chang story. Set Christmas OotP (which means no HBP spoilers). So yeah, Cho Chang POV, stream of thought, am still messing around with the style.
Read, enjoy, let me know what you think.
She isn't sure why she kisses him.
He's sweet, she knows that.
He's brave, the whole D.A. knows that.
He's the Boy Who Lived and the whole world knows that.
But she doesn't know why she kisses him under the mistletoe in his makeshift classroom, with her eyes wet and her nose red and him looking rather terrified.
She's not sure at all, but then what is her life now but a series of moments she isn't sure about.
Cedric is dead, and she thinks, knows, she loved him. (Because it is better to know you loved than to think you may have).
She wonders what it was like, dying.
She wonders if he thought of her, or his family or the fact that it was suppose to be his last year at school before going out into the Real World.
She wonders if he's looking down (or up or from the side, perhaps he's standing in the room right now and she can't see him through her tears) and watching her with those grey eyes of his, eyes that wouldn't allow her to think straight, sad because she's standing under the mistletoe with his rival champion.
Or maybe he's happy.
Maybe he's glad that she is not alone and that she has found someone who will surely take care of her and walk her through the storm. He was always so caring like that.
'Maybe' comes a little voice in her head 'He can't see anything, because dead men don't see, and Cedric is dead, dead, deaddeaddead…'
She's kissing Harry Potter and thinks he tastes like guilt.
The little voice inside her head finds it fitting.
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