Dudley thought that he would have hated her, simply because she was like Harry. She had magic, something his parents had always taught him to despise, and fear.
But the fear hadn't come when he had looked into those dark eyes, her straight black hair fit her so effortlessly that Dudley momentarily marvelled at the fact that he didn't mind the colour (he usually hated raven hair) nor the magic that he knew she had.
All he needed was one of those smiles. That half shy one that looked so lovely on her Asian features.
Dudley would have liked to think that Cho returned at least a fraction of those emotions. A fraction would be better than nothing, and worth all the scorn that was thrown his way by his parents upon admitting his emotions.
She had been tired the last time he had seen her, haunted by the war Harry had tried, and for the most part succeeded, in protecting them from.
Dudley didn't think she could look more beautiful.
Written for October Event: Bingo [21 – Cho/Dudley]