Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, or Cho Chang, or (and I seriously regret saying this) hot tamales.

Claimer: I OWN the Chomster, used tissue, rubbage, and Harry's acidic farts!

One sunny day Harry was swinging on a swing in the park. He was on a swing that was next to Cho. He had long ago decided that Cho was garbage. She was way too emotional for him. But suddenly, a sweet voice rang out from beside him, "Harry, pick up that atrocious used tissue!" Harry looked distastefully at the ground. "No thanks," he said without looking at her. "But, Harry, hot tamales have to do some work, too!" Cho grinned mischievously at him. Harry sighed. "No." He insisted. "YES!" Cho all of the sudden grew to an enormous size. She towered over the entire playground, and kids screamed in her wake. YOU WILL PICK UP THAT USED TISSUE NOW!" She screamed. Harry whimpered in fear. "Umm… Yes your majesty." Harry kissed the ground before The Chomster's feet. He hated it when Chomster got mad. He then peeked at his watch. He jumped into the air, powered by his famous acidic fart. He rocketed past The Chomster who coughed because Harry's acidic farts smelled like rubbage. Harry, now high up in the air, looked down on Chomster. There wasn't even a tissue on the ground. "Women," Harry complained.