Despite my utter loathing for canon ships, I had to write this. I had to.
Was it possible for one's corneas to be replaced with potato chips, or something of an equally dry, horrid-feeling sort?
Apparently, it was, for that was what she had woken with countless times in the week following /it/.
It was perfectly possible to cry until there was nothing left in those damnable ducts that held salty tears back... and Cho had reached that point long ago. Somehow, though, all of those fallen tears did nothing to bring him back. Nothing would bring him back.
Cedric was dead, and that was the end of it.
But she didn't /want/ it to be the end! She wanted to see those gorgeous brown eyes narrowed slightly as his laughter reached her ears. She wanted to feel his hands on her, holding her, tracing her cheek. She wanted to hear his voice, smell that soft, subtle scent of his shampoo and maybe even collogne that was only noticable in those moments they shared wrapped in each others' arms.
He'd been perfect. Smart- probably one of the brightest in his house. Handsome- no girl at Hogwarts could deny those soft, caring eyes and the way they seemed so adorably fogged and irresistable just before he leaned in to kiss her goodnight. But... she had never gotten that kiss. Every time, something had happened to ruin it, but the tension it built up kept Cho fueled and silently praying that next time would go better.
Too bad there would be no next time.
Thin arms wrapped around a small waist as Cho wandered up to the window that allowed a bit of light into her room. She gazed out at the horizon with out really seeing it, a quiet, shaky sigh passing her lips that worked itself into the two whispered words, "Oh, Cedric...".