Author's Note:My made up character Jessabelle Brooks, something like that, is in there. She was in this fan fic I made about their fourth year I think. So you won't understand some things. But that fan fic is long gone. So you'll never know. Also, I wrote this before the fifth book came out…Anyway, Jess is a Korean witch! The crazyness! Oh, should say I don't own Harry Potter or anything like that so don't sue me!

Chapter 1, A Visit

Harry was reading a letter Jess had sent him during the summer, after their fifth year at Hogwarts. It still being the heart of a horrible and tortureous summer at the Dursley's. The letter had come with a wrapped parcel. He opened it and it was a brand new looking book, the title said: Romeo and Juliet, by William Shakespere in golden letters on a hard maroon leather cover. A famous mastermind muggle playwriter.

"Oh god..." he eyed the book.

It was late at night already, he was hoping he could talk his uncle into letting Jess come over. She's a muggle psychiatrist, and she's gonna teach me how to be a "normal" muggle. He shook his head. Naw, that wouldn't work. Hmm, she's an old school friend when I used to go to muggle school...wait...I didn't have any muggle friends. laugh Damn it, this is hard. Something I know he'd agree to. I'm possessed by a demon and she's an exorsist? Erm, maybe he'd buy it. I bet he'd be stupid enough to- -clunk. What the hell was that! I'm trying to think here! Oh whoops, gotta say it out loud. CLUNK

He walked over to his window and opened it, "Hey god damn it! Do you have any idea what hour of night- -smack"

A rock hit him in the face and he fell over and hurredly got back up and went to the window.

"I dare you to...oh...hey Jess!"

His left lens on his glasses were cracked from the rock hitting it.

"Harry! Sorry bout the rock, can't use magic you know. Anyway, is it alright if I come in? No one up?"

Quickly Harry looked out his door and made sure everyone was sleeping. Then he went back to his window and stuck his head out. And he waved at her, giving her the "okay" signal. She nodded and took something out from her pocket and dropped it on the ground. It turned into a ladder and it reached up to his window. Then she began to climb up the ladder, and struggled a little getting through the window. Harry grabbed her arms and was trying to pull her inside.

"Be careful, Harry. Yer gonna rip my pajamas, these were expensive!"

He mumbled something to himself, "I wish they would rip..."

She perked a brow,"What did you say?"

"Er, nothing. I was coughing."

She makes those pajamas worth all the money in the world. And she looks really hot in them, I think I can see down her shirt if I move over here. Oooo, black velvet, short shorts and v-cut speghetti strap. Such a good match, and sexy too. drool If only that v-cut went down further...

He took a big yank and she came in through the window and she crashed ontop of him. They were both somewhat winded. Harry's face was buried inbetween her breasts. His glasses were askew and they caught on her shirt. sniff-sniff

"What the hell!" she looked down.

"HARRY!"

SMACK

She was sitting infront of him, her face with a pissed expression. He sat infront of her rubbing his cheek, his face red. His glasses weren't on his face, they were caught on her shirt.

Wow, they smell good. (snort- laugh- snort)

"Erm..."

Her head tilted down and his glasses were on the v of her shirt. And there was some drool on her shirt. Her hand wiped off the saliva, (gross) and she took the glasses and gave them to Harry. He took them and put them on.

"You wouldn't mind if I stayed the night?" she asked.

"That wouldn't be a good idea."

"I can use your invisiblity cloak in the morning, and I can give it to you later or owl it."

"Didn't think about that. Well I guess, just stay in here."

"Cool, your the best!"

She went over to him and gave him a tight hug.

That feels nice... drool

"Ewww, damn it! Your going to ruin my velvet!"

"S-Sorry..."

Then she started talking about William Shakespere, and how great his plays were. In no time Harry was bored to death. But somehow he managed to change the subject to good ol' Quidditch. And they both were blabbing on and on for hours. Jess was getting tired and she told him goodnight and went to sleep on his bed. He didn't want to go to sleep yet so he took the Romeo and Juliet book and started to read it. And he sat, and leaned against his bed. It didn't take him too long to finish reading it, and he drifted off to sleep.