Cho ran from Madam Puddifoot's shop, tears streaming down her face. She had just utterly humiliated herself in front of Harry Potter. Her heart ached for Cedric, who had died less than a year earlier. Perhaps that was why she was attracted to Harry in the first place; he had been there, right there, when Cedric was murdered. He had witnessed it, and perhaps Cho thought that they could sympathize together. She missed Cedric terribly. She was certainly not ready to go back to Hogwarts, at least not in this state. Her face was streaked with tears, her eyes puffy and red, her nose running. It was embarrassing. Cho was usually known as a confident girl, one who played with the hearts of boys and had them following her around like sad puppies. It was sometimes tiring; Cho sometimes just wanted a normal relationship, and once she had gotten one, her boyfriend had gone and died on her.
Cho threw herself onto a bench in a rather abandoned corner of Hogsmeade, wiping at her eyes with the sleeves of her jacket. She sniffled, trying to get herself together. She saw that she was getting a few looks from the very minimal passersby, but she didn't care. She had just made a complete fool of herself and she wanted nothing more than to crawl in a hole and never come out. She drew her knees up to her chest, resting her forehead on them, raven-colored hair falling around her like a curtain. Here, on this bench, she could hide from the world. Or so she thought.
Suddenly, she could feel someone next to her. Cho desperately hoped that it wasn't Harry; in fact, a loud sob escaped her at the thought. She knew that she would never speak to him again, but it was okay. She didn't think that she truly fancied him, anyway. Still, the thought of him coming after her was too much for her to think about, and she kept her head buried, her eyes squeezed shut with all of her might, tears still slipping from between her eyelids and wetting the knees of her jeans. Perhaps if she made herself small enough, she could disappear into thin air, or melt into the bench and become a part of it forever.
"Cho? Cho Chang?" A voice suddenly flowed into her ears, a voice that was distinctly not that of Harry Potter. That relieved her for only a fleeting moment. Who had come to find her, who was sitting her watching her cry? She was beyond humiliated, and she could feel her cheeks burning as she thought about some stranger watching her sob into her knees. "Cho, Cho, please stop crying." Why couldn't she place that voice? It sounded so familiar, and yet so strange at the same time. She knew that she had heard it a thousand times before, but perhaps not in this comforting tone. Cho snuck a peek by tilting her head slightly to the side and opening one eye. Through the blur of tears, the only thing she could see was a spot of bright ginger. A Weasley? One of the Weasley boys was here, sitting on this bench with her?
"Cho, please. Come on." A comforting hand laid itself on her shoulder and she considered pulling away, but she was grateful for the contact. It calmed her a bit, and she felt as though she could breathe again. Cho lifted her red, puffy face to look at her companion, wiping her eyes on her sleeve once again so that she could see properly. One of the identical Weasley twins sat next to her, smiling sympathetically. Cho huffed, embarrassed, looking away from him. Why was he here? Had he seen her run from the tea shop? Had he followed her to this bench? She knew that the two boys were known as jokers and pranksters, and the last thing she needed right now was some boy laughing at her and making jokes about what an emotional mess she was.
"P-please," she sputtered, slamming her eyes shut again. "Please, j-just… just leave me alone." The hand did not leave her shoulder.
"Cho, please. I don't want to see you crying."
"Then leave!" Cho shouted, hugging her knees to her chest as tightly as she could. "Get away from me! Leave!"
The hand slipped from her shoulder, and when Cho looked next to her, the bench was empty. Another sob escaped her and she stood quickly, taking off running for the castle. She had had about enough of Hogsmeade for a while.