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Title of Drabble: Another Long Night
Rating: PG
Pairings: Cho/Cedric, Cho/Harry
Word count: 409
Warnings: It has a crappy ending...aaand I feel it’s a little melodramatic, but then again, Cho seems melodramtic as well, so maybe it works. *shrug*
Summary: Harry wasn’t the only one who had a difficult summer in ‘95. This is just a peak at Cho’s thoughts the night before the first day of school in OotP.
It had taken her a while to get over Cedric. Maybe she wasn't over him completely. Because it wasn't as though they'd had a breakup, they never had a row, nobody was found snogging somebody else ... he died. He was killed. And that didn’t fall into the spectrum of usual circumstances that tend to end a teenaged relationship.
Tomorrow was the first day of Cho's fifth year at Hogwarts. But this night found the Ravenclaw student at her desk crying, and staring at a piece of crumpled parchment on which she had doodled his name over and over again in frilly, flowery, cursive writing. It had been amongst her school things and had fallen out of her trunk as she packed her belongings for the school year.
It seemed like yesterday that they'd snuck out after hours the night before the third task and wandered the grounds, holding hands and putting their astronomy skills to the test as they gazed at the night sky. It had seemed like a dream at the time. But now it really felt like it had been a dream. The memory didn't seem to belong to real life anymore.
Cedric was gone.
And whenever that thought resurfaced, another would inevitably bubble up next to it in the confusing sea of thoughts, words, memories and ideas that churned and splashed in her mind: Harry Potter.
As much as she missed Cedric, she kept thinking about Harry. He had been so brave for facing all that Cedric had and more. And if Cedric hadn't asked her to go to the Yule Ball first ... she would have gone with Harry. She'd felt so embarrassed and sad when Harry asked her and she had to turn him down. There was also just something so adorable about his hair ... like it was just waiting for someone to comb! She smiled at the thought of it.
But how could she be thinking about Harry? Cedric was less than three months dead and she was already thinking of someone else!
Cho got up and opened her bedroom window. The night air felt cold against her tearstained cheeks. She tried breathing in the fresh air as if hoping it would cleanse her of the sobs that kept interrupting her breathing. There must be a spell to make oneself stop crying and feeling horrible all the time, right?
Perhaps tomorrow would be different. Perhaps, she would feel better.
Rating: PG
Pairings: Cho/Cedric, Cho/Harry
Word count: 409
Warnings: It has a crappy ending...aaand I feel it’s a little melodramatic, but then again, Cho seems melodramtic as well, so maybe it works. *shrug*
Summary: Harry wasn’t the only one who had a difficult summer in ‘95. This is just a peak at Cho’s thoughts the night before the first day of school in OotP.
It had taken her a while to get over Cedric. Maybe she wasn't over him completely. Because it wasn't as though they'd had a breakup, they never had a row, nobody was found snogging somebody else ... he died. He was killed. And that didn’t fall into the spectrum of usual circumstances that tend to end a teenaged relationship.
Tomorrow was the first day of Cho's fifth year at Hogwarts. But this night found the Ravenclaw student at her desk crying, and staring at a piece of crumpled parchment on which she had doodled his name over and over again in frilly, flowery, cursive writing. It had been amongst her school things and had fallen out of her trunk as she packed her belongings for the school year.
It seemed like yesterday that they'd snuck out after hours the night before the third task and wandered the grounds, holding hands and putting their astronomy skills to the test as they gazed at the night sky. It had seemed like a dream at the time. But now it really felt like it had been a dream. The memory didn't seem to belong to real life anymore.
Cedric was gone.
And whenever that thought resurfaced, another would inevitably bubble up next to it in the confusing sea of thoughts, words, memories and ideas that churned and splashed in her mind: Harry Potter.
As much as she missed Cedric, she kept thinking about Harry. He had been so brave for facing all that Cedric had and more. And if Cedric hadn't asked her to go to the Yule Ball first ... she would have gone with Harry. She'd felt so embarrassed and sad when Harry asked her and she had to turn him down. There was also just something so adorable about his hair ... like it was just waiting for someone to comb! She smiled at the thought of it.
But how could she be thinking about Harry? Cedric was less than three months dead and she was already thinking of someone else!
Cho got up and opened her bedroom window. The night air felt cold against her tearstained cheeks. She tried breathing in the fresh air as if hoping it would cleanse her of the sobs that kept interrupting her breathing. There must be a spell to make oneself stop crying and feeling horrible all the time, right?
Perhaps tomorrow would be different. Perhaps, she would feel better.