Four weeks passed since Cho's departure. Harry didn't swallow his excuses anymore. He came to his senses that Cho wasn't going to call. It was stupid lying around being depressed so he decided to clean up his flat. He walked to the kitchen and with a wave of his wand, the dishes started cleaning themselves. He walked back to his room and waved his wand again, muttering something. The clothing on the floor magically dropped themselves into Harry's hamper. Next, he decided to explore the unknown world under his bed. He lifted his bed skirt and the first thing that caught his eye was a shoebox. He pulled it out and blew the dust off the lid to reveal the words "Gladrag's Wizardwear" imprinted on the lid in bold, blue letters. He opened the lid and saw letters upon letters in the box. He pulled the top one up and quickly glanced through it. It was letter he wrote to Cho his 6th year at Hogwarts. He chuckled as he read it. He set it down and looked at the rest of the letters. They were all corny love letters exchanged between the two lovers. The letters seemed to make him sadder rather than happy. He stopped reading them then stuffed them in the box carefully and slipped it under the bed again. He decided he was going to work. He had already used up all his vacations for the next three years. He took a shower and washed up and slipped into his favorite emerald robes. He didn't have time to eat breakfast so he just skipped it and went to the fireplace and threw in some floo powder. He stepped in and said clearly, "The Ministry of Magic."
He landed in one of the many fireplaces of the Ministry then stepped out and headed to the floor he worked on.
He arrived in the auror's department and entered through the door that was labeled "Aurors."

Just dance, just drink and just see the things
I'll probably never get a chance to see

He turned the doorknob and entered, greeted with friendly gestures and comments. He sat down on a chair in his cubicle and started continue where he left off before his vacation when a voice in the cubicle behind him said, "You're back…I wasn't sure you were coming back." The voice chuckled.
"Of course I was going to come back, Hermione. I didn't spend 7 years with Snape for nothing!" He said comically.
Hermione's cheerfulness faded when she asked, "Are you fine with Cho…"
"Yes, I mean, she's not coming back, so I might as well get over it." Harry said, playing with a sneakoscope.
"Oh, alright. She replied to my letter."
Harry's ears perked up, "Really? What did she say?"
"She loves it in India. She said she went to a night club the other day and got drunk," Hermione said chuckling, "And she visited the Tahj Mahal. I would love to visit it someday…the Indian wizards were fascinating…"
"Sounds like she likes it there…" Harry said sadly, setting the sneakoscope back on his desk, trying to hide the tears blurring his eyes from Hermione. He quickly brushed them away and turned back to Hermione.
"I'm sorry, Harry. I know how much you loved her."
"Yeah, but she chose India over me," He inhaled deeply through his nostrils and exhaled forcefully through his mouth, "All good things must come to an end…"
He turned back to his work and away from Hermione. He was working on finding the dark wizard, Malfoy the Malevolent before he had his long vacation. He wasn't anywhere near finding his location. Three weeks ago, his mine kept slipping to Cho and not concentrating on his work. He blocked all thoughts of Cho from his mind then continued on with his work.
"Attention everyone, the Annual Ministry Banquet is held tonight in the recreation room, level three. Please attend…or else." A voice announced over the speaker.
"Harry, are you going?" Hermione asked.
Harry shrugged, "There's nothing else better to do, I suppose I will."