Disclaimer: I only own the new character and plot, everything else belongs to JK. Rowling...happy?

A/N: I'm back...and I would love to thank all of my reviewers...you are what keeps me writing. Here's today's quote...

Kiss her like she's famous.
Hold her like she's everything.
& tell her that she's the only one for you.

On With the Story

Dear Tristan,

I just wanted to say that I'm dumping you.

Tristan,

I fucking hate you! We're through.

Tristan,

You suck! Go fuck another one of your girlfriends.

Geeze, I never thought writing a breakup letter could be so hard. I should take a break.

I was walking outside when I noticed a group of Slytherins over by the Quidditch Pitch. I stood there thinking why they would be there, and then I remembered that tonight Draco was holding tryouts for the beaters and keeper. I grabbed my broom and headed over to where Draco was standing.

"What are you doing here?" he asked.

"I'm here to tryout," I said.

"Take a look around little sis, no girls on the team." The nerve of him!

"Are you afraid that I might be better than one of your players?"

"Haha...of course not. You would suck anyways. I remember last summer you didn't even know how to sit on the broom properly."

"Well, I'm better now," I pointed out.

"Fine then, what do you play?" he questioned, looking extremely smug.

"Keeper. And I can tell you right now, I am way better than Darren. I mean look at him he's doing it all wrong."

"Fine, get up there and show me what you got." I flew up to the goal posts and told Darren to sit on the bench. I could see Draco talking to the Chasers.

"READY?" Draco yelled.

I gave him a thumbs up and started saving.

Ha! Look whose better now! I totally tanked the competition for Quidditch. Blaise and Nott had already told me that I would be Keeper and that Draco was pissed about it. I had saved all except one goal yesterday.

But that was yesterday and now it's Tuesday and I'm totally bored. Sitting here in History of Magic listening to Binns drown on and on about some dead guy. I grabbed some parchment and a quill and then started to write the breakup letter I couldn't finish yesterday.

Tristan,

I know you think I'm going to write about how I miss you and how I need you, even if I do, but I just can't do this anymore. You and I were never meant to be. Yeah, it was a great time and I truly do love you, but I know. You were/are cheating on me. And that doesn't hurt me. What hurts me is that you didn't have the guts to tell me you didn't love me anymore.

But trust me, I love you, I really do, but you hurt me. That's okay, I can walk away. I can let you leave cause in the end, I'll know you didn't leave cause I wasn't pretty enough or smart enough or nice enough. You left me cause you didn't care about me, cause you're scared and you can't make up your mind. I didn't do a thing wrong, except maybe choose the wrong guy.

I loved all the moments we were together but we can't carry on like we truly love each other.

Goodbye,

Chloee...

"That is the saddest breakup letter I have ever seen," commented Ginny. I had shown her what I had written in the Library where we were studying.

"I think it just explains why we can't be together, even though I do love him and miss him," I answered. "Why do I still love him anyways?"

"Because he was your first love. The good guy you always dreamed about. Your knight in shining armor." Ginny stared off dreamlessly.

"Is this conversation still about Tristan or would this be about, uhm, a certain guy by the name of Harry Potter?"

"What! Well, I just like him so much and I think I may love him."

"Okay, stop right there! Did you just say that you may love him?"

Ginny looked away, blushing.

"I can't believe you actually love him!" I squealed, which resulted in Madame Pince kicking us out of the Library for inappropriate behavior!

"Anyways, I gotta go finish up Charms homework. See you later," said Ginny and she turned the other way, waving back.

"Say hi to lover boy for me!" I shouted, turning her wave into the middle finger. Idiots, all of them.

"He wants you to set up a Welcome Back Ball, and you have to go with MALFOY!" yelled Ron.

"I'm sitting right here, Weasley," drawled Draco.

The seven of us were sitting on the floor in the Heads Tower talking about the Welcome Back Ball. Since Hermione and Draco were Heads, they decided to bring their Houses' Prefects to talk about the Ball. Slytherin Prefects were Blaise and Pansy. But Pansy couldn't come because of her 'extra curricular activities' with Nott. Gryffindor Prefects were Weasley and Ginny. Potter had decided to come along also.

So, here we were the seven of us; Potter, Hermione, Weasley, Ginny, me, Blaise and my brother, sitting in a circle.

"Geeze, Ron, it's not the end of the world," whined Hermione, fed up with Weasleys antics. "Malfoy and I have decided that it's okay, and anyways we only have to dance together for one dance. It's not that big of a deal!"

Weasley muttered something I couldn't hear.

"As fun as this may be how about you and your friends leave Granger?" sneered Draco.

"Fuck off Malfoy!" she replied.

"Love to."

Hermione blushed. Riiiiiiiiiiggggghhhhhttt!

"How about we play a game?" suggested Blaise.

"That's a stupid idea!" my brother mumbled.

"Actually, it might be fun," stated Hermione, surprising everyone. "We could play Truth or Dare!"

"Or just Dare since no one tells the truth anymore," I muttered.

"How about we go around in the circle and ask everyone the same question we asked the first person?" piped up Ginny.

"How do we know if people are telling the truth?" asked Potter.

Hermione grabbed her bag and looked through it. After a couple moments she pulled out a glass ball filled with clear smoke. "This is a Decir La Verdad ball. When someone is asked a question and they lie about the answer, the smoke turns black. So we just place it in the middle while we ask questions."

Everyone nodded in return. I started to freak out. What if they ask something that could ruin my life forever?

"Potter, are you a virgin?" asked Blaise.

"Yeah, I am," answered Potter.

Shit. Asking if we're virgins. Not good.

I started coughing, really loud.

"You okay?" questioned Ginny.

I shook my head.

"Do you need to go to Madame Pomfrey?"

I nodded.

"Do you want someone to go with you?"

I shook my head.

"Are you sure?"

I nodded.

"Okay, we'll be here if you need any help."

I got and left, feeling terrible that I left with a really bad excuse. At least I'm away from all them. I needed something to calm my nerves. And I needed it real bad.

A/N: All done! Woot Woot! I had to start this chappie over again on Wednesday. It just didnt sound right and now im glad cause this turned out wayyy better! Anyhoo, I have a question.

Tristan, Chloe's ex-boyfriend will most likely make an entrance in the story. So I need to noe if

-A) I should make him all mad and angry for drama

or

-B) sad and unhappy for mushy gushy romance

I thought I might do A but now I don't noe anymore. Another thing, my question last week was Who was the hottest male actor in GoF, the movie? People said Dan Radcliff (i like him, but the long shaggy hair on him does not look good), Tom Felton (totally agree), the twins that play Fred and George Weasley (absolutely love them!)and the guy who played Cedric (he was okae). Plus, I loved Nosilla's reply to that question, so funny.

Today's question is...

For the seventh book, the one that JK Rowling is writing, do you think Draco will be back for Hogwarts? And if so, why?

Thanks to all my reviewers, lovee youu all.

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