Eugh. I don't like Cho, and I feel a tiny bit slap-happy. So, here we go with insanity!

I am not being sexist. I am merely portraying Cho as the (vastly unfair) stereotypical girl. Now charcoalbrumby won't kill me and I can continue writing! :D

AND I'm not being racist. I'm just digging for ways of saying "Cho" without… saying "Cho". If that makes sense. Which it doesn't.

Cho bounced up to Harry and said brightly, "Hi, Harry! Would you like to go to the Yule Ball with me? I'm sure we'll have lots of fun!" She shifted closer to Harry, looking at him suggestively.

Harry looked rather uncomfortable. Cho ignored that and continued; he was just falling under her charm. "Come on, Harry. You better owl Madam Malkin's now, before all her dress robes are bought out." She grabbed Harry's hand and started tugging him towards the Owlery.

Harry said awkwardly, "Um… not that I don't appreciate it, Cho, but I'm already going with someone else."

The Asian girl stopped short in her musings on Harry's robes. He didn't want to go with her? He was going with somebody else?

Suddenly, a dreamy voice said out of nowhere, "Hello, Harry. How was Transfiguration?"

Harry broke into a relieved smile and said, "Good, thanks, Luna. Ready for the Yule Ball?"

The petite blonde smiled back and said, "Yes, of course. It's really rather nice that you asked me to go with you."

Cho gasped and nearly yelled, "You're going with LOONY LOVEGOOD?" Luna didn't look perturbed, but Harry saw her hand twitch slightly upwards, where she had stored her wand behind her ear.

Harry stepped forward, eyes hard as jade, and said in a low but firm voice, "Luna Lovegood, Cho, is going to the ball with me. And I'm not going to change my decision."

Cho's eyes welled up with tears and she burst out into sobs. When Harry continued standing there resolutely, she realized that he wasn't falling for it and began sobbing for real.

Harry sighed and took Luna's hand. As they walked away, Cho heard Luna say, "…mismatched socks, one of the gnomes in our garden is quite obsessed with them…"

Cho wondered why Harry bothered with such an insane girl as she continued to wail in the middle of the hallway. Later that day, Filch would slip and slide along the same hallway, cursing whatever student befouled the castle with tears.