The Best Night of My Life

Cedric and Cho's Night at the Yule Ball

Cho's POV

I'd look through countless catalogues, searching for it-the perfect dress. I'd borrowed magazines from every girl I could find. But, no dress jumped out at me. It was three days before the ball and I'd lost hope a few weeks back when a third year, named Ginny, lent me here catalogue. She told me I could look through it. She already had her dress. I thanked her and scurried back to the Ravenclaw common room. The dress was on the very last page. It was a shiny gold, Chinese style dress with elbow flared sleeves and a flowered print. It was the one. Cedric and I had agreed that we wouldn't see each other in our outfits before the ball; like a bride and groom on their wedding day. He laughed. He said he liked it.

When he picked me up outside my common room, he was speechless. It made me giggle. He stuttered out a few words. I assumed it meant I looked nice. We walked down to the Great Hall hand in hand. To be with him. It made me feel special. When McGonagall told us to line up, we were in front of Harry Potter and his date, Parvati Patel. They were last. I don't know if I was just feeling self-conscience, but I swear I could feel his stare drilling into my back. I shrugged it off. When I was with Cedric, nothing could bring me down.

Viktor Krum was dancing with Hermione Granger, who looked stunning in her pink, layered dress. Fleur Delacour was dancing with Rodger Davie, who I heard Ron Weasley call 'lucky'. Even thought all the other champions were waltzing, I only seemed to notice how perfectly Cedric and I fit together. The space between his neck and his shoulder seemed to accommodate my hand. Our hands together fit with ease. His hand gripped my waist lightly. It was wonderful.

After the band started playing, Cedric took my hand and pulled me off the floor, leading me to a corner. We started to slow dance, our positions were intimate. My arms were around his neck, my head on his shoulder. His arms were around my waist. We were like that for the rest of the ball.

He walked me back to my dorm, in true gentlemanly fashion. We were facing each other at the portrait, which seemed torn between watching or not. Cedric told me good night. He gave me a kiss on my cheek. I grabbed his hand. I spun him around to face me. I gave him a peck on the lips, which slowly turned into something more. By this time the portrait had decided to watch. It was 'aww'ing at the romance. We stepped away with shy smiles. He said good night once more. I went into the common room. I was thinking about what happened. I was on Cloud Nine. I changed and fell asleep quickly, dreaming of Cedric.

But that was then, on the best night of my life. Now, I cry myself to sleep. I dream of Cedric, not in a good way. The dream is always the same. I'm visiting Cedric's grave, placing a single rose on the bed of dirt. I whisper that I love him. Then I wake up, dried tears on my pillow and the salty taste in my mouth. Each day I force my self not to go to Madam Pompfrey, praying my dreams would get better. I refuse to take the dream-less sleep potion. I hope they would get better. And each night I was wrong. It was always the same. Then, on the last night before I left Hogwarts, I had the dream again. I was at the graveyard. I put a pose on his grave. I whisper that I love him. The wind whispered that he love me, too.

But it was only a dream, not the best night of my life. On that night, I was the beautiful princess. Cedric was my dashing prince. But this is reality. Cedric was gone. He'd stolen my heart first, though. He buried it with him in his grave. I was okay with that. It would keep me with him forever. We would always remember the best night of our lives.