Okay. This was quite a challenge. I wanted to write a songfic and then somehow ended up writing it from Cho's point of view, in DH. It takes place the night before Harry gets to Hogwarts, before the big fight. She's basically thinking about Harry and how she still likes him, constantly changing her mind on what Harry thinks about her and what she'll do to get him back. The song is White Flag by Dido. And Harry never had a relationship with Hermione, that's just what Cho thinks, haha.

Note: I do not own any of the chharacters or anything in this fic, or in the entire HP universe, for that matter. Unfortunately, I'm not as much of a genius as JKR is!


White Flag


I sat at on my bed, which was still made. I didn't want to sleep. Lovegood was staring at me from across the room, but I didn't care. She could stare at other people and see if they wanted to be friends with her. It was almost curfew, and one of those Death Eaters was most likely going to show up soon enough. I had been better off not knowing they were Death Eaters; but Lovegood, Neville and... Ginny Weasley (I forced the name out) had told all the people they trusted. Not that I understood how she could trust me. I was Harry's ex-girlfriend! Girls weren't supposed to accept eachother when they'd both gone out with the same guy. It was a general rule. And either way, we couldn't be anywhere near friends, because friends didn't date eachother's ex-boyfriends. That was also a general rule. Or was it, in this case? I hadn't been friends with Weasley when she was dating him, but if we became friends after it had all happened, did the rules still apply?
'Cho?' Marietta asked quietly, looking at me from the bed facing mine and pulling me from my reverie. 'What are you thinking about?'
I hesitated, and then answered. 'Ginny Weasley.'
'You're still jealous, aren't you?' she sighed.
My head jerked up, and I leaned forward, startled. I'd gotten used to her face after two long years, but it still struck me sometimes.
'I am not!' I snapped.
But she was right. I was jealous. I couldn't let anyone know though. How would he ever want to date again me if he knew I was a jealous person?

I know you think that I shouldn't still love you,
Or tell you that.
But if I didn't say it, well I'd still have felt it
where's the sense in that?

'Cho... He's not coming back for you. He went out with Ginny and Granger, you saw how he goes through those girls like he goes through pairs of socks. He's probably over you,' Marietta said in her innocent little voice. As usual, she made me feel much better.
'Why don't you shut up,' I whispered, but she heard.
She looked as though she'd just been slapped in the face, not used to this kind of attitude from me. But she lifted her chin and disappeared under her blankets.

I promise I'm not trying to make your life harder
Or return to where we were

Okay. Maybe Harry and I weren't going to get back together and I knew it. But I was aloud to dream. After all, he and Ginny's relationship had barely lasted. I'm sure she hated him, deep, deep inside. She was probably over him. His relationship with Hermione Granger hadn't become anything, either, so what did that say of him? That he 'went through girls like he went through pairs of socks', like Marietta had put it. But he was going through alot, wasn't he? Being on the run and saving the world and all that. So maybe he'd changed. Maybe he was mature now, maybe his next relationship could be real. Yes. And I could be the one, I could give him a chance. Because no one would trust him after he'd gone out with so many girls and ditched them so quickly... Yes, I would go to him and show him that it was possible for him to have a serious relationship. He'd like that. And then we could eventually take a big step, and get married, and have children...
Okay. So maybe I wasn't ready to give up. I laughed darkly to myself.

I will go down with this ship
And I won't put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I'm in love and always will be

'You're really not going to give up, are you?' said Marietta's muffled voice, coming from under the blankets.
'No,' I answered, a smile still in my voice.
I'd forgiven her. She was almost the only friend I had, anyway. I'd had Cedric before... he'd been nice to me! He'd understood me! Though I felt bad for being so hard on Harry. I should have known he didn't like it when I cried about Cedric. I should've known it still hurt him to talk about it! I felt so horrible... He'd probably never take me back, he probably thought I was trying to torture him with bad memories or something...

I know I left too much mess and
destruction to come back again
And I caused nothing but trouble
I understand if you can't talk to me again

But I would make him. I would show him that I was mature, that I could live without crying about Cedric. I would try to forget him, and then I would get close to Harry again, and he would be a totally different person and fall for me, an equally changed person... I still loved him. I hadn't forgotten him, but I hadn't forgotten Cedric, either. Did that make me bad?
''Marietta?'' I whispered in the darkness. She didn't move, but answered.
''Yes?''
''Do you think it's possible to love two people at once?''
She didn't answer.
''I still love Harry. I still do and always will, you know that. But Cedric...'' I could have sworn I heard her roll her eyes. ''I know you think I'm pathetic, Marietta, but you never lived anything like this! You never will. You don't understand the matter of true love. Harry and I are meant to be, but I still think about Cedric all the time...''
Maybe she was waiting for the waterworks?
''I'm not going to cry,'' I said. No answer. Huh.
''Marietta?''
''Yes?''
''Oh. I thought you were sleeping.''
''No, I wasn't.''
''Okay. So what do you think?''
No answer. I listened to the silence for a moment, and then sighed and rolled over in the bed, resting the side of my face against the pillow.

And if you live by the rules of "it's over"
then I'm sure that that makes sense

I saw how Ginny Weasley worried about him. Maybe she didn't hate him, after all. But Harry didn't seem to be in such a hurry to get back with her. Or anyone. Though word had it he was travelling with Hermione. But I knew Ron Weasley was there too, so maybe he was watching them, and making sure Harry didn't break Ginny's heart again... I wanted him to like me again, but I didn't want him to like anyone else. Maybe it was better if he didn't go out with anyone at all for a while. So then nobody would get jealous, and he would see that, and then fall in love with me again and realize we were meant to be. I mean, it wouldn't be my fault if he fell for with me, right?

I will go down with this ship
And I won't put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I'm in love and always will be

I remembered when we'd first met, when we'd played Quidditch against each other. I'd noticed how he was so much better than I was, and I hadn't been able to take my eyes off him the whole time. And then we'd spoken a few times, and then in our fourth year... The Yule Ball. Cedric had walked up to me after class and asked me to go with him, and he was so beautiful and so nice... I couldn't refuse! I remembered seeing the look on my friends' faces when I'd told them I was going to the Yule Ball with a Triwizard Tournament champion. And then Harry had stuttered it out too, somehow asking me to go with him. And reality had hit me. I'd been daydreaming about Cedric so much that I'd forgotten about him. I wanted to go with him, I wanted to go badly, but I'd had to tell him no... He didn't seem upset. And at the ball, he was there with Parvati Patil, but there was absolutely no chemistry between them. I'd known he still longed to be with me, I'd seen him staring. And then... I didn't want to think of the rest.

Our fifth year came just as quickly. I was still thinking about Cedric, crying about him at night. But I liked Harry more and more, especially that I had him teaching me. He seemed to like me too, but I didn't know what was the right thing to do anymore. If I should be with him and have a try at a new life, or if it was wrong to move on so quickly? But I'd chosen to kiss him under the mistletoe, in the Room of Requirement... And then Marietta had spoiled it all. I had ruined it too. I'd been hard on him and forced him to listen to me weep about Cedric! Oh, I was such a horrible person! And then we'd fallen apart, and he'd gone out with Ginny Wealsey, and everything had started to go wrong. And now he was off who knew where, but I was sure he was alive, that he was stronger than all those Death Eaters and You-Know-Who himself. After all, he was out there for a reason, wasn't he? He'd stopped You-Know-Who when he'd been just a baby. Surely he could do it again with more maturity, more experience? But I was still afraid for him...

And when we meet
Which I'm sure we will
All that was there
Will be there still

He would come back. He would destroy You-Know-Who, and then come back and everything would be normal again. And we could have another chance to make things work. The first time we'd tried, I was mourning and he was troubled. But now, -soon enough, I hoped- this crazy world would calm down and he would come back. And I would give him a chance. But I would give him time too. I'd keep my mouth shut, but still take little steps towards friendship, and eventually take another big step... He'd think that I changed, which I had, and then chose to love me. I wasn't going to rush him, but I was going to wait for him. And I was going to fight. No one was going to get in my way. Not even Ginny Weasley, or Hermione Granger. They could just move on like they should have so long ago.

I'll let it pass
And hold my tongue
And you will think
That I've moved on.

I rolled over again, smiling. I thought I had it all figured out. I thought I was prepared for the day he would come back. I closed my eyes tightly and slowly drifted into sleep. And I didn't have a clue what was going to happen in the next twenty-four hours.

Go figure.

I will go down with this ship
And I won't put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I'm in love and always will be

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That's it! I hope you liked it. I kind of made it on purpose that her thoughts would be hard to follow. I always thought of Cho as being constantly in thought. As having a confusing mind. Well, I hope you liked it! Even if you didn't, I would love to know what you thought about it, so please leave me feedback here. Thank you!!