Chapter 2

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Cho Chang in a gorgeous bridal dress, waiting to be wed… to someone else. Someone else that wasn't him. He was angry. Livid. How could she? But than again… how could he? Mixed emotions flew through him as he nodded to all of Pansy's questions about wedding affairs. Who could she be marrying? Who?

Than it struck him. The realization made him want to sit on the floor right than and there and bury his head into his hands. Potter. He seethed. She had no right. None to betray him like this. But he was doing the same thing, he noted. But it seemed different to him. He was forced to do this; he didn't really love Pansy Parkinson, no matter how much she told her friends that he really did.

But here she was… all dolled up to walk down the aisle to someone he knew would never hurt her knowingly, would never leave her again and again like he did. And it hurt. Hurt immensely to know that she might be happy with another man, sleeping in his arms at night, starting a family that he had wanted so badly with her, but instead of him, with Harry Potter.

"Draco Malfoy!" Flecks of spit sprayed over his pale cheek. Wiping it off, he turned to Pansy, who had attempted to hiss in his ear. "What the hell do you think you're doing? Do you think Chang is going to come back to you?" She said, clenching her teeth. She knew the truth of their undying love for each other but if anyone thought she was going to lose Draco to that… that man-stealer again, they had a thing coming to them.

"Stop it Pansy." Draco replied, making an effort to keep his voice even. "We're getting married in a few weeks, there's no way I can leave you." He said, in hopes of getting her temper down. And it's not like Cho will ever let me back in her life again.

Previously glaring at the closed dressing room door, she smirked hearing Draco's last phrase. "True." She uttered and turned to a nearby headless mannequin, examining the dress pinned on it. She wasn't really interested in the dress that was in front of her; instead she was straining her ears waiting for a sob that would escape from the dressing room.

Staring out the window, hoping something would happen so he could pull Pansy away from the shop and Cho, he wildly invented a story, hoping to attract her attention long enough. "Pansy, there's a reporter outside wanting to get an interview with you." He said loudly, knowing she would never be able to refuse. And sure enough, she had whipped around and poked her head outside the store door to see where the reporter was.

"I don't need you to cover up for me Malfoy."

Wincing inwardly, he quickly resettled his emotions to face her. A very angry Cho Chang. "What makes you think I was?" He said coolly, noticing the red stain of anger gracing her cheeks and how she spat out his last name with disgust.

She glared at him and handed the wedding gown back to the sales lady. Shoving Pansy out of the door way, she left the store holding back tears, turned on the spot and disappeared.

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Staring at a worn moving picture in her hands, she wiped away tears that were falling steadily down her face and onto the white bed covers. Cho was glad she was able to hold back her emotions until she was safely away and was quite tempted to give herself a pat on the back for not breaking down right then and there in the bridal shop.

Tracing her delicate fingers around the outline of the two people in the photo, her mouth trembled slightly. It was the type of picture that many would have framed and displayed in their bedroom. The kind with a loving couple and a lovely landscape to match. But the truth was it wasn't so lovely anymore.

She didn't know why she still came to this house of hers. Of theirs. Tracking footprints all over the slightly dusty floor, reliving memories that she didn't want. Staring at the furniture and remembering the moments they had choosing the colors and the set they wanted together. Smelling the faint scent of paint that still lingered around the house, even after a few weeks. Picking up old photo albums that should have been thrown out starting at specific pictures.

Taking a deep breath she picked up yet another picture. Instead, this one was framed and was placed in the master bedroom and placed in both of her and Harry's wallets. It was her and Harry sitting on a bench in the local park, holding hands and smiling at each other. Smiling slightly and inhaling deeply again, she reminisced how Harry had been there for her, there to take care of her when she was another emotional mess in the home Draco and her had purchased. There to get her safely home after countless nights in the Leaky Cauldron, hoping to drink away her sorrow. There to protect her from the Daily Prophet reports who hounded her, asking non-stop questions. She had known he was still in love with her but he, gentlemanly as ever, had taken it slow and waited until it was Cho who realized that if Draco had truly loved her, he would have never hurt her so many times.

A small smile graced her face as she placed the picture safely back in her wallet. Looking at the other one, she closed her eyes and tore it in half. In quarters. In eighths. Staring at the remains in her palm, she tossed them up into the air, watching the fragments floating around her. Retrieving her purse, she left, never to come back.

I know, this took me a long to put up! I apologize. I'm applying for university so everything's a bit hectic. AND I forgot how to upload chapters. . Anyways, figured it out after a few tries! Sorry! Haha.

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