Summary- It's Harry's sixth year and he's in denial about the horror of the last. Confused and a little...off he decides to get back together with Cho. (gag) Yet, his friends don't seem to notice plauged with their own troubles. Not to mention a mysterious stalker hanging about with an odd obsession with mashed potatoes...

I don't want to spoil any of the future hook ups so please just Enjoy the story...

Author's Note- This chapter is one of the funniest ones so far..but I expect to be saying things like that everytime...we thought of this completely out of our minds not like drunk or anything just high on sugar and caffeine..which can make you just as crazy. º¿º Thank you to all who actually reviewed me..and i hope more people choose to voice their opinions on this chappie. :-)

Disclaimer- I do not own Harry Potter but if I did...I would make Harry a vampyre and Draco a vampyre slayer and have them all i hate you die evil spawn of a devil i don't believe in then they would be like i love thee snogsnogsnog lets destroy anne rice snogsnogsnog lets go to walmart snogsnogsnog buffy? muahahah...ehem...uh...

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"Okay, so I'll be wearing a purple velvet top with no sleeves and like swede laces coming up the middle totally corsety. Plus, like this awesome purple velvet mini and some black leather knee high lace up boots."

Harry flashes her a fake smile and nods trying to finish his homework. He had to have something to keep him from dropping dead of boredom.

"Harry, what are you going to be wearing?"

"Uh...a black turtle neck and some gray..slightly baggy gray jeans with white sneakers...a leather jacket and some shades to complete the intimidating bad-ass look...so we'll look totally awesome together."

Cho smiles and kisses her boyfriend on the cheek. She was so proud of his newly found fashion sense that she had of course instilled in the poor boy. Then on cue Hermione walks into the library smashing Cho's wonderful mood into a million pieces. She despised the pathetic red head who just insisted to follow her boyfriend like a lovesick puppy dog. She was a loser and was obviously head or heels for Harry. Who wouldn't be? He was the boy who lived his fame stretching the wizardry world far and wide. One of these days she would show that freak who's boss too. No one messes with her toys and gets away with it.

"Gotta run darling. See you at supper."

Cho gracefully walked away sticking her nose up at Hermione as she passed.

"Having fun with miss prissy pants?"

"She doesn't wear pants..it's too un-ladylike!"

The two friends were thrown into fits of laughter over the obviously lame joke. (That seemed really funny at one in the morning after a few pixie sticks and like twenty seven sodas)

"Okay, you won't believe what I just found out!"

"What? Oh my goodness...Dumbledore's really a woman! I knew it."

"Draco has a secret crush."

"Oh...him. Who cares! Unless like he has a crush on Snape or something then I so wanna know."

Hermione was about o confess Draco's love for Lupin when he walks into the library somberly. The tears of earlier playback in her mind and she chooses not to. He glances over and quickly runs out the embarrassment probably too much for him.

"Hey, are you gonna tell me?!"

"Uh..maybe later."

"Whatever, have you seen Ron today?"

"No, and I'm glad. I'll beat him to a bloody pulp if I do...not good for my goody good rep...You know."

Harry sighs slamming his book shut.

"If you like him so much tell him. I'm getting sick of this."

"He already has a kindergarten lover. I wouldn't want to ruin the little time he has with her until he gets carted away to Juvenile hall."

Other students start glancing over to Harry and Hermione hearing bits and pieces of their conversation.

"You're going to ruin Ron's good name talking like that. Damn it Hermione grow up."

Harry walks out of the library exhausted from arguing with Hermione and there still was a lot of day left. Suddenly the hairs on the back of his neck stand up straight and he gets the oddest feeling that someone is watching him. He turns about looking for the source of his uneasiness but finds nothing. He quickly walks down the hall as the feeling seems to increase sending him into a sprint. He zooms past students the feeling lingering in his bones. Finally he makes it to the Great Hall finding it filled with students studying for their upcoming classes. With a sigh of relief he finds a seat and rests his head on the cool wooden surface. Just then two pieces of parchment slide across the table hitting his head. He quickly looks up seeing no one around just groups of students conversing on the far end of his table. He picks up the first piece of parchment and reads:

Dear four eyed loser geek,

If she told you anything I'll kill you too and your owl if ...you say anything. Well, maybe not your owl because she's just all pretty and sweet. I wish I had an owl...anyway. You're so dead though..and it will be all painful and junk. Like Japanese water tort- (Turn page)

-ure just like a hundred times more..you know..painful. Very worse...is that like a saying very worse? Hmm...I don't know.

With Love,

You know who the probable killer of you if you tell anyone but not Hedwig because she's so darn cute.

"Bloody hell. I hope this ones better."

Dear my Dearest Harry,

I WROTE YOU A POEM!!!

Roses are red violets are blue. Do you like mashes potatoes? I bet they would look good on you. Mashy Mashy Potatoes all over your body. As I caress your...

Harry quickly closes the letter tearing it to shreds. His heart races as he glances around the Great Hall once more.

"Every fucking year! Every fucking year some freaky ass shit starts fucking with me! Why me?! Why?!"

Harry spots Seamus walking out and races to catch up with him.

"Hey, Seamus where you headed?"

"Uh...we have a potions class remember?"

"Oh do we Ha ha..must have slipped my mind. Well, let's walk together. Do you like mashed potatoes?"

"They're alright."