Oh no, Cho’s not going down that easy

Cho has one chance to get Hermione back. You get to choose for yourself how she does it, and then if she succeeds.

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Cho's POV-

Yeah, that is me sitting in a lonely corner of our bathroom in the darkness of night. This home hasn't seen a single lit bulb or candle, for about the same time as the light in my life was stolen, right in front of my eyes.

I have a glass of some cheap vodka perched on the toilet lid, reasonably close to its final destination once my body recycles it.

She (Hermione) hated smokers, not as people but as a demographic. It's not attractive. It's false advertisement. It's the quickest way to one's premature death. All good for me.

I enjoyed a long pull of the long, slim cancerous stick. I want to see her storm in here and stub it out in a flash, slap me upside the head. But just like these cigarettes, I'm not attractive enough.

She's hooked on that ginger-haired skank undoubtedly. Her new lover-cum-rapist. I’ll argue that point all day, and I'd be right. But hey...she still made the love of my life shake harder than an earthquake. She won her alright, the fucking cheating conniving bitch.

But don't worry Cho, it wasn't your fault. You're the bigger person. You're strong and you'll get over it. You'll still lose everyone you were ever even slightly close with. And the only one you'd never replace, never came back. Didn't even collect her stuff, too busy fucking obviously.

But it's okay because you did nothing wrong. You didn't deserve this and we're going to help you by releasing your contract with the Tornadoes, which still had two years left before expiring.

And who cares about that? Nobody.

Who cares that I haven't been seen outside in three months? Nobody.

Who cares that I was robbed of a lifetime with the woman I love? Nobody.

You know what makes me sick more than anything, how society just accepts the story of Ginny Weasley and Hermione Granger as a fucking fairytale. Ginny the hero, courageously fights against all the odds for her one true love Hermione, who was always meant to be Ginny's princess.

What does that make me? The monster, the villain of the story. How dare I love Ginny's princess more than she can ever possibly understand. How dare I deny the hero her just reward after so long of doing absolutely nothing. Hermione couldn't have ever really loved a monster like me, and you don't deserve a happy ending.

Fuck them all.

Ginny doesn't know love, doesn't know the meaning of the word. Is Ginny listening to Hermione's passionate rants like she can't get enough? Is she capable of understanding a girl who wants a fuss, but will never ask for it? Does she pick things up after Hermione, knowing she'll need the item again? And then does Ginny know she should have it there for her, before Hermione works herself into a panic to try and find it?

I know not to close the curtains before bed on a weekday, because Hermione wakes up naturally to the morning light.

I used to brush my teeth and visit a dentist once a month, just to please her.

I bet Ginny doesn't know Hermione's favourite post-sex routine. The one thing she claims to be an expert on, and I'm certain she doesn't do this.

Once the act is over, Hermione wants soft lips lightly kissing thigh; then pelvis, naval, waist, ribs, arms, shoulder, both sides of her neck, behind her ears, temples, lips. Then straight into a side cuddle, one arm over her stomach that she cradles and the other hand playing with her chocolate curls.

Does Ginny know she loves having her hair played with?

I know so much about Hermione, things I didn't even know I knew until I started thinking about them. I'm better for Hermione in every other possible way, except the one thing that took her from me in the first place.

She's never coming back. So I'm gonna smoke, drink and get depressed. Maybe on Friday I'll drink that Thirty Seconds potion, and end my misery. A life is misery without Hermione.

Ginny is a cruel woman, with a plan that wouldn't fail. Adulterous sex was a weapon that invokes shame, and for me to witness every last little bit of Hermione's loyalty being robbed, twisted that knife in my heart.

And apparently that's what Ginny felt for three years. A knife twisting in her heart as she sat and watched Hermione and me fall more and more in love. Mission accomplished Ginny Weasley.

Just me and my vodka now.

It gets to my lips, but I pause. I contemplate. I get angered. I throw the glass at the marble tiles on the wall in the shower cubicle. I stub my cigarette out in a makeshift ashtray. I get up and leave the bathroom.

Ginny hasn't won yet. Hermione IS still in love with me. No amount of sex will ever compensate for a loss of connection like ours. Ginny was selfish in every possible way, she wasn't thinking of Hermione as anything more than property.

Ginny showed me the power of lust and humiliation. I'm going to show her the power of LOVE.