Author's Notes: I finished NaNoWriMo today!
And how do I get to celebrate? With Cho freaking Chang.
I don't even hate Cho, she's just… Hmm.
Say it with me: written for Asking Me Where My Love Grows' First Kiss Challenge on the HPFC forum.
"Mistletoe," Cho said dully, pointing up at the ceiling of the room of requirement. Harry, who was standing just in front of her, looking awkward, glanced up too.
"Oh yeah," he said. "It's probably full of nargles, though."
"What're nargles?" She didn't care, but since Harry seemed devoted to making stupid conversation, she might as well play along.
"No idea. Ask Looney- I mean Luna."
Cho snorted derisively, and just barely managed to disguise it as a teary laugh. What was he playing at? Did he think she found his stupidity endearing? She most certainly didn't. Cedric never behaved like that.
But Cedric wasn't here.
So she had to settle for the next best thing.
"I really like you, Harry," she lied.
She could feel his discomfort, it was palpable in the air, but she didn't care. She wouldn't have cared if he were in a state of outright panic – it didn't matter. All that mattered to Cho right then was that she had someone's arms around her, someone strong and comforting who she could melt against. Someone who would let her sob her eyes out and kiss them, and, of course, someone who was thick enough not to realize that she was thinking of Cedric.
In that respect, she supposed Harry did quite well. He certainly was thick. Even though she was only inches away from him, he still didn't seem to quite understand what she was doing.
Coming closer and closer to him, she allowed her eyes out of focus.
With the blurring of the tears, she could almost imagine he was Cedric.
Cho closed her eyes when her lips met Harry's, let tears stream down her cheeks, and pretended as best she could that it was Cedric she was kissing.