Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns these characters; I do not.
Cho Chang remembered the first time she played Quidditch against Cedric Diggory. She had immediately thought he was quite handsome; he seemed like a good person, too. He smiled at her when the match was over, even though Ravenclaw had won. She was in her fourth year.
He made a point of smiling at her in the halls after that, making her blush. Her friends would giggle whenever she saw him, and his friends would elbow him in the ribs. Cho smiled at the thought.
The summer before fifth year, she saw him at the Quidditch World Cup. He waved and smiled, but nothing more. She knew that feeling disappointed was irrational, but she had hoped that he would talk with her, as no one was around but her family.
And fifth year, the year she was in now. So many things had happened! Cedric became a Triwizard champion. She felt a bit worried at the news as she knew that the Triwizard Tournament was very dangerous - she had heard her parents discussing it over the summer. They didn't think it was a good idea, but Cho had felt it was going to be wonderful. Now she saw their point about how dangerous it could be, now that Cedric was competing.
The first task in the Triwizard Tournament declared that Cedric had to fight a dragon. She winced; she remembered Cedric getting slightly burned. But she knew that he did an incredible job.
And then he asked her to the Yule Ball. She replayed the moment in her mind.
He approached her, grinning nervously. Her friends giggled and pointed, as if the sight of him temporarily blinded her. Marietta actually squealed, "Cho, it's Cedric!" causing Cho to kick Marietta's foot.
Cedric didn't seem to have noticed, though; perhaps he was too agitated to. He tapped her on the shoulder.
"What?" she asked, already moving away from her friends, already getting her hopes up.
He took her hand and walked away until they were out of earshot. "Will you go to the Yule Ball with me?" He asked it as if his worst fear was being rejected.
She nodded. "Of course."
He beamed.
It was simple, really. But still, she dwelled on it. It was a happy memory, one that she liked to think about.
It wasn't until the second task, though, that she started to love him. She knew, by the end of it, how much he cherished her.
She looked at the poster she had of the Tutshill Tornadoes. Things always started with Quidditch for her. She knew Cedric adored the Tornadoes as well.
She gnawed on her lip. The third task was tomorrow. Even though she knew now that the Triwizard Tournament wasn't dangerous anymore, she still was concerned. What if something happened to Cedric? How would she feel? Guilty? It would definitely be her fault – she could have convinced him not to enter, she knew it.
Marietta would have told her to stop worrying, that Cedric would be fine. Cho smiled. She knew Cedric was going to do a remarkable job.