Author's Notes: Okay, this is for the people who begged me for another H/C love story. Well, this is a little different...I'm rewriting the end of Order of the Phoenix, in Cho's view. So it's not a love story, but it could be. :D

Anyways, in the beginning, I used the dialog from Chapter 28, but I added some of Cho's thoughts, which is in italics, of course. And the whole Marietta-Hospital-Wing scene was something I really thought Marietta would do/say/feel. So after this chapter, I'm probably going to do a filler, then I'll do the Quidditch Match, the scene between Cho and Michael Corner, and lastly, the scene on the train.

So be darling, and review, won't you? Cookies and kisses to all who do!

I was looking for Harry. I needed to find him, to explain, to apologize. I saw him in the entrance hall, and I hurried up to him, and we moved into a corner to talk.

"Over here." he said, and I followed. "Are you okay? Umbridge hasn't been asking you about the D.A., has she?" Harry looked really concerned, and I blushed.

"Oh, no. No, it was only...Well, I just wanted to say...Harry, I never dreamed she would tell..." It all came out as a rush.

It was almost like a switch inside Harry has gone off, and it was like he went from concerned to incredibly moody in a blink of a eye.

"Yeah, well..." he avoided looking at me, but I could tell he was irritated.

I cleared my throat, feeling as if I should justify Marietta's actions. " She's a lovely person really. She just made a mistake-"

A huge mistake, I added silently to myself. But there was no way I'd say that in front of Harry. Friends were supposed to stick together, and as much I didn't want to, I knew I had to stick up for her.

He looked at me as if I had gone completely insane. "A lovely person who made a mistake? She sold us all out, including you!"

I was a little a taken back at the anger in Harry's voice. "Well, we all got away, didn't we? You know, her mum works for the Ministry, it's really difficult for her-"

He cut me off. "Ron's dad works for the Ministry too!" he said furiously.

Yes, but you never let me finish my sentence, I screamed silently. If you had, I would have told you that while Ronald Weasley's father works for the Ministry, at least his dad doesn't try to poison his son's mind! You don't even know how hard it is for Marietta to get any attention from her mom; whatever she does is never good enough for her!

Harry was still talking. "And in case you haven't noticed, he hasn't gotten 'sneak' written across his face-"

It was my turn to cut him off. "That was a really horrible trick of Hermione Granger's. She should have told us she'd jinxed the list-"

"I think it was a brilliant idea." he said, and I was surprised, and annoyed at how cold his tone of voice. And I was really tired of him cutting me off all the time.

It was true though- Hermione Granger should've told us, not just to be nice, but as a sensible precaution, so that everybody would be sure not to tell, and I wouldn't be stuck fighting with Harry.

"Oh, I forgot- of course, if it was darling Hermione's idea-" I said it sarcastically, but it came out much more nasty then I intended it to be.

"Don't start crying again!" Harry said warningly.

I narrowed my eyes at this comment. Where did that come from?

"I wasn't going to!" I shouted.

He glared at me. "Yeah...well...good. I've got enough to cope with at the moment."

I raised my eyebrows.

Excuse me? Somebody's being really rude today.

"Go and cope with it then!" I said, as icily as possible, turning, and walking towards the Ravenclaw dormitories.

What was his problem? Where did he get off, having the nerve to tell me to not cry? I'll cry whenever the bloody hell I want to.

The anger burned in me, rankling my soul, and I couldn't concentrate on my Arithmancy homework. Giving up after my seventh failed attempt, I decided to go visit Marietta in the Hospital Wing, making a mental note to not mention Harry.

I know Marietta has faults; I'm not stupid. The problem with her is that she is nice, usually, but she will do anything, and I mean, anything to get her mother's attention, good or bad. I pity her- all her mother cares about is work. And yes, I was extremely annoyed with her telling on the D.A.; more annoyed then I let on. However, I have a philosophy that anything I need to tell my friends, I tell it to their faces, and to nobody else.

So, conjuring a bunch of fresh looking daisies, I walked up to the Hospital Wing. Opening the door quietly, I stuck my head in, and looked around.

Madam Pomfrey was organizing a shelf of funny-colored potions, and look up when the door opened.

"Hello, Miss Chang. What do you need?"

"Oh, I was just wondering if I could visit Marietta?" I gestured the daisies in my hand.

Madam Pomfrey nodded, and pointed to a curtained bed in the corner. "She's over there, the bed with the curtains drawn."

"Thanks." I walked over to the bed, and said, "Marietta? It's Cho."

The curtains opened an inch. "Is anyone else here?" Marietta whispered. The word 'sneak' was still very apparant across her face.

"Just Madam Pomfrey."

The curtain was drawn all the way back, and Marietta nodded towards the chair against the wall. "Sit." I obeyed, and handed her the daisies.

"Those are for you." I told her. She smiled weakly at me. "Thanks."

I took a deep breath. "Marietta, we need to talk."

She appeared to be very interested in picking at her blanket, but she gave the tiniest nod.

"Why? Why'd you do it, Marietta?"

Taking a shaky breath, she stared at the ceiling. "I-I ...don't know."

"Yes, yes you do. You're just not saying. Why, was it really your mum? Did you do it just because you don't like him?" I hadn't expected my voice to become so angry, but angry it had become.

She glared at me. "You know I didn't want to go to the meetings."

I sighed. "Yes, but Marietta, look who dragged me to the annual Ministry Ball two years ago? What was you reason, again? Oh yeah, Cho, you have to come, I can't go alone..." I mimicked Marietta's whiney tone at the time.

Marietta was silent.

"And I agreed, and I went, to that stupid Ball for you. And then, this year, I ask you to go to a meeting, and you agreed. I never asked you to join."

"But somebody had to watch out for you! Somebody had to make sure you and Potter didn't get too close-" she blurted out, then stopped in horror.

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "What? Marietta, what are you talking about- " Realization suddenly struck me. "You like him. Oh Merlin, Marietta, you liked him?"

"No, not anymore. That was a really long time ago. I just...I knew he'd be bad news, Cho. I knew you didn't need another boyfriend, not so soon after Cedric. He'd just end up breaking your heart all over again." She said earnestly.

"Well, thanks for the adivce, but why didn't you let me make that decision on my own, Marietta?" I snapped. "Don't you think I'm capable of it?"

"Of course, but..." she sighed, "Okay, I was wrong, okay? I should've just left it alone."

"Yeah, you should've!"

Her eyes flashed. "Well, I'm sorry, Little Miss Perfect, but do you have any idea how bloody hard it is to be best friends with someone like you?"

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"I mean you're perfect. Literally. Look, you've got great grades, the only female Seeker in Hogwarts, boys falling all over you, you're pretty, you've dated Cedric Diggory, and now Harry Potter? You're family supports you no matter what, you're popular, you're well off. And you can do nothing wrong in anybody's eyes. And you have no idea how much I'd give to be you." There were furious, and bitter tears in her eyes now.

I stared at her in disbelief. This was not happening.

"You think being me is all that great, Marietta? Do you honestly think that having somebody you really cared about, maybe even loved, get murdered in a horrible way, by the most evil wizard in the world? You think that being pitied by people, who don't even know you, is fun? Do you think that since you're flying so badly, because you're emotionally vulnerable, and you might get kicked off the team is so amazing? You think that having people like you just for the way you look is great? Or that is easy being the absolutely perfect daughter your parents want you to be? You think being gossiped about is fun? And lastly, do you think that getting into a fight with your boyfriend because of sticking up for you best friend is great too? Because if you do, you can have it all. All of it, because I don't want it. And it's about time you realized, Marietta, that I didn't ask for all this to happen. I didn't ask to be me."

I stood up, feeling oddly calm, and walked to the door, thinking it was absolutely ridiculous that I had gotten into two fights in less than an hour and a half.

And at the same time, I felt relieved too.

Author's Notes: Sorry if that wasn't too good. ;) I'm really looking foward to the Cho-Michael scene, because I have an interesting interpretation of it. Anyways, the button's down at the bottom...clicky, and review! :)