Dear Harry,
When I told myself that you were drifting away, I didn't expect you to be drifting towards Cho. I thought you hated her. I thought she broke your heart when she cheated on you two months ago. I thought … I thought I was the one that dried your tears …
Please, why is it like this? Maybe it's better if we broke up. But it's just too much pain to bear. I don't know. I'm confused. Love, friendship, school … they're all getting to me these days. I don't know how to end it all without killing myself. I don't think there's any other option.
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Harry sat up suddenly on his four-poster, his head spinning uncomfortably and his hands shaking. The scream that pierced his nightmare still ringing in his ear, he got up, walked shakily toward the icy glass of water and started gulping it down. That was perhaps the strangest dream he had ever had. Even stranger than the dreams he used to have about Lord Voldemort's murderous plans. Two girls … one heart broken and one blood thirsty … it was freaking him out.
Oh well, they're just dreams.
His mind wandered back to the night's events. Cho had been a better kisser than he'd imagined. A pang of guilt struck his heart. Alyce. They were still going out. There was still the special bond that connected them. But he was getting sick of her. He didn't want her any more. He couldn't take another hug from her, couldn't stand listening to another annoying giggle that escapes from her red lips. Couldn't stand another day being connected to her.
An evil smile came across his face. Harry was sick of Alyce. What's the solution? Break up with her. Easy. Then what? Go back to Cho, that's what.
* * *
Cho hummed happily to herself as she brushed her perfect hair for the fiftieth time. The first part of her plan had worked beautifully! She had gotten Harry's attention, and she even earned herself a good snog session. Now, all she had to do was wait patiently for Harry's heart to be torn away from Alyce's and become attached to hers. Then starts the fun part. The killing part.
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Dear Harry,
I tried to talk to you today at lunchtime but you seemed out of it. Like you didn't want to talk to me or something. Fair enough. Maybe it had something to do with the other night's event. You know, the one with Cho and all. But so far, I haven't seen you talk to her. I guess that's a good thing. But I'm still not satisfied. I want to know if you still like her. If you still like her even after what she did to you. Now I know how you felt when you saw someone you loved locked lips with someone else. But I'm pretty sure I'm crying more than you did. These days, I'm wondering if its still worth shedding my tears because of you.
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Harry walked up to the Ravenclaw table, his legs shaking uncontrollably. He decided that today was the day to end his "bond" with Alyce. She looked up from her untouched food, gracefully smiled at him. But her smile didn't reach her sad eyes. He had a strange feeling that she knew what he was about to do.
Reaching her at last, he took her hand rather forcefully. Her deep eyes met his. She looked worried – confused. "I need to talk to you," he heard himself saying. If this was the right thing to do, why did he feel so unsure? He thrust these thoughts aside … he was feeling bad enough right now as it was.
They sat down on one of the benches out on the Hogwarts lawn, quietly looking out at the dark and mysterious lake. For a few moments they stayed like that until Alyce decided to break the tension.
"So, um … what'd you want to talk about?" her voice was strangely shaky.
Harry looked at her, memories of their time spent together charged him like raging bulls. He closed his eyes, breathed deeply in and the words rushed out.
"Ithinkweshouldbreakup."
She laughed. "Speak in English Harry," she said between giggles.
Please don't laugh at a time like this, Harry thought as he took in another deep breath.
"I think we should break up."