Authors Note: So I've decided to do an accompliament to Hate You Too!, which is a look at Cho, Dean and most importantly Draco's thought's on the affair Hermione so easily distances herself from. I'm also thinking of doing another short story relating to it when I've finished these, but lets not get ahead of myself- I need YOU to review first!!!

Cho

I'm not stupid. I know what he's been up to. I know he's having an affair, in fact I think it may even be more than an affair, more like having affairs.

The shocking thing?

I don't care.

Not in a 'my heart is broken and I'm so mad I don't care' kind of way. Not in a 'who cares because I'm having one as well' way either.

I just don't care.

I mean come on! You don't actually think I married Draco Malfoy for love do you?

I'm Cho Chang, beauty of Ravenclaw, mournful lover of Cedric Diggory and ex girlfriend of the boy who lived. I'm quality material and I know it.

Draco knew it.

Well, Narcissa Malfoy knew it.

I suppose you could compare my marriage to Draco to the arranged marriages of 19th century muggles. Cold and uninviting.

I like cold and uninviting, it's who I am.

I'm a society wife after all.

We have sex sometimes, always at Draco's initiation. Its good but I can live without it. I think he feels he can't be himself with me sexually because I am his wife. He's right. I don't think he needs to be. I can't be all he has because I'm not all he needs.

I don't want to be.

I don't love him, he doesn't love me. We agreed on that years ago. Often we talk about intelligent subjects and I believe he appreciates my knowledge. It will be nice for us to grow old with something we can always rely on.

I know what your thinking. Surely she can't be that cold? What about crying all over her date with Harry Potter in sixth year?

I gave my heart away at 14. I gave it to a boy who was taken from me in a hateful and demeaning manner.

Once my heart left me I could still function, I am quite practical and rather friendly. I am just incapable of love.

Draco likes it that way. I like it that way.

I saw Hermione Granger Thomas smirk at me years ago at a Ministry dinner. I've seen Ginny Potter roll her eyes when I make small talk with her husband. I know Pansy Parkinson hates that I usurped her role as the perfect Malfoy wife. So what?

I don't mourn Cedric just as I don't mourn the loss of my heart. I just live my life in the rigid way I like and at night before I go to bed, wish my husband goodnight with a kiss on his forehead, satisfied in the knowledge of his affairs.

Because I don't care.