Harry was glad to arrive back to school after the break. Staying at the Weasley's was always nice but he knew Hogwarts was his real home. He felt so much lighter finally knowing what he wanted. Draco Malfoy, and could settle for nothing less than those perfectly sculpted abs. He was confident he could make Draco his. He'd spent night after sleepless night devising intricate and inventive plans to ensnare Draco in his magical web-all he had to do was employ them.
At breakfast Harry pulled out his diary from inside his cloak. Here were his special secret plans. They were sure to prevail with the up most diligence. Harry bit off a small portion of his tongue. He was starting to sound like Hermoine! He browsed through the pages, looking up occasionally to see if Draco had come into the hall yet. There was only ten minutes left until breakfast was over, and still he hadn't appeared. What if something awful happened to him?! Harry tried to get those thoughts out of his mind. They were too painful to even consider. He didn't have to try for long, just then Cho sat down and put her hand in Harry's lap. At the exact same moment he saw Draco brood over to the Slytherins and put his feet up on the table. He looked straight at Harry, his blue eyes piercing him, and gave a cocky smile. Crap! That bitch! She's going to ruin my plans! Harry knew he had to break up with Cho, in his mind the relationship was over that one fateful night with the Humped Lady, but apparently Cho hadn't realized the reason he hadn't sent her a single owl all winter break, and now she was going to try to make it difficult for him to get away. "Oh HARRY!" she squealed in a disturbingly bubbly tone, "I missed you SO much! How was your Christmas? Did you get anything good? Mine so was boring! My mum…"
"Listen, Cho," Harry interrupted her squawking, "This relationship just isn't going to work out, sorry."
"Are you breaking up with me!" she gasped.
"Yeah, like I said, I'm sorry I just don't think it's going to work out…"
"OH SO NOW YOU THINK YOU CAN JUST BREAK MY HEART WITH NO WARNING? WELL LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHING YOU PIECE OF SHIT, JUST BECAUSE YOU'RE 'FAAAAMOUS' DOESN'T MEAN YOU CAN GO FUCK WITH MY FEELINGS LIKE THEY DON'T MATTER! I HOPE YOU DIE A SLOW PAINFUL DEATH MR.HARRY POTTER! I. HOPE. YOU. CHOKE. ON. YOUR. OWN. PISS. AND. JUST. DIE!" and with that Cho raised a hand and slapped Harry across the face, leaving a red burn along his jaw. Then she stood up, wheeled around and stormed from the hall, pushing first years to the ground that got in her way.
Harry sat completely stunned, his mouth slightly agape.
"Blimey Harry," Ron gasped, "It's a good thing you got rid of that old cow, her milk must have gone sour. And no one likes sour milk in their Wizard O's."
Harry blinked stupidly and turned to his best friend "Ron, I have no idea what the hell you're talking about."