I do not own Harry Potter, or any of the characters, so don't sue me ;-)

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"Harry Potter! What are you doing?!"

Harry turned around to meet the angry face of Cho Chang, his personal assistant.

"Harry! How could you?That thing is going to give you wrinkles. Then you'll die! Throw it out!"

Harry tore his eyes from her face to look at what she was obviously talking about, the cigarette he was holding between his fingers.

"Cho, I can't help it. It's too much stress. The song writting. autograph signings, concerts, albums, recordings, being controlled and busy every moment of every day. It's just one!" He said, putting it in his mouth.

"You are not. And it may be one now, but they're addictive. Hand it over."

Harry stared blankly at her.

"Harry..Now.."

He sighed, and put it in his mouth to inhale it once more, before tossing it carelessly in the dirt, and stepping on it.

"There. I'm wrinkle-free. Are you happy?"

Cho shrugged, "Somewhat. You're not always busy."

"Mm-hmm."

"You're not! You just had, like, a whole week off."

"Yeah, about half a year ago."

"Honestly? Six months ago already?" She sighed, "Fine. After the concert next saturday, all postpone everything you have scheduled, and you can go somewhere for a few days. How's that?"

Harry hugged her tightly, barely letting her breathe.

"Thanks. You're the best."

"Yes, I know. Now go back inside, and practice the song for a little while longer, then you can go. Ron's waiting for you anyway."

Cho watched as Harry bent down to pick up the forgotten cigarette from the ground, and toss it in the trash can as he walked inside.

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(A/N: Please tell me what you think. This was a challenge and I had to write it. :-)