Lexi Layyer my only weakness*hp fanfic*

The only boy to hate

Cho's POV

“Ooooh, look at him, he’s gorgeous…”

“Please, Marietta, he’s a fifth year!” I giggle, clutching at my best friend’s arm.

She shrugs, a smile teasing the edges of her lips. “A hot guy is a hot guy, Cho. You shouldn’t limit yourself so much. You have such high standards.”

“No, you just don’t have any standards at all!” I grin. She sticks out her tongue at me, before bending over me to address the girl sitting on the other side of my other side.

“...What about you, Lexi?”

The girl looks over at us with her big, chocolate-brown eyes and her warm, inviting smile - as always, a flicker of jealousy waves over me just looking at her. Lexi’s always been just one of those people who other girls wish they looked like.

Last year, Lexi went through this phase of styling her hair in a really messy, long side-plait that perfectly framed her doll-like face – a week later, almost every girl in school was styling her hair the same way. In fact, it’s the exact hairstyle that Marietta is using today.

A snigger erupts over Lexi’s expression. “..What about me?”

“Who do you think is good-looking?” Marietta presses, eyes sparkling. But at the same time, there’s something in her voice that sounds like it’s searching for guidance, almost, or direction.

Lexi laughs as if sharing a private joke with herself, and then casts her eyes over the courtyard in front of us – and, more specifically, of all the Hogwarts students clustered around in big groups all around it.

“Oh, I don’t know,” she sing-songs happily, shrugging. “There’s no one here that really catches my eye though – sorry to disappoint, Mari.”

Mari sends me a look that lets me know she doesn’t believe that at all, but she drops it all the same, settling back into her seat on the bench we’re all sitting on, huddled together on this chilly September break-time.

A pause. We all let our eyes return to the scene in front of us; I absent-mindedly admire some of the seventh year Hufflepuffs sat around a bench at the other corner of the courtyard. But, I remind myself without thinking, none of them are anything as good as Cedric. No one will ever be what Cedric was.

I shake this thought away as quickly as it comes as my heart gives a reluctant – but nonetheless painful - pang. And then - for a small moment – I consider sharing this Marietta and Lexi; about how, even a couple of years later, my wounds from losing my boyfriend are still as open and sore and vulnerable as they were days after his death. And how I still think about Cedric everyday – from the moment I wake up to the moment I fall asleep, and all the moments in between. About how I still wake up in the middle of the night with sweat dripping down my face and a heart drenched in tears – for him, it’s all for him. But I don’t know how.

Besides, everyone else has moved on now – the time for publicly mourning for Cedric Diggory has long since passed. The school is as good as back to normal now, and I don’t want to attract attention to the fact my wounds from losing my boyfriend are still as open and sore as they always were.

I wonder if anyone else here ever thinks about Cedric. His friendsmust – or Harry. I wonder if they still think about him as much as I do, wonder about what things might be like if he if -if he was still here… about how things might be different, what might have happened…

I have to physically shiver to chase away this trail of thought, and I quickly search the courtyard for inspiration for something else to think about – and that’s when my eyes land on him.