A/N - HeeHee... :)

It was a beautiful spring afternoon, the sun was shining gently on the world, and Mârimtudâda Vulturedumplings-MacGonagle was on her knees in the dirt outside of #7 Privet Drive, Little Winging. Her home. Well, rather, her /new/ home, as she had just moved in today and was now busy planting some flowers to make it look homier.

As she bent over, inserting the flower roots into the pre-dug holes, she heard shouting in the distance, a few houses away. Something that sounded like "freak!" and then "not" and then - "magic"? Rim shook her head. Interesting neighbors she had, indeed! But she quickly straightened when she saw a person rush out of #4, the house next door to hers, and her mouth dropped open...

The person whose rushed exit she had just witnessed was a boy - an absolutely gorgeous boy. His raven-black hair was rakishly unruly, and his bottle-green eyes had an arresting depth to them that would rivet even the most causal observer. Half-planted earthy flower bulb forgotten, Rim found herself unable to look away as the boy made his way along the street, until he rounded a bend in the road and was out of sight. Shaking her head dazedly, she turned her eyes back to her plants, but didn't really see them - her mind was still with the boy and his enchanting eyes.

Rim knelt over her plants again, caressing their roots and gently placing them into the soil. As she fingered the long, fibrous strands, she visualized the young, startling boy lying naked in front of her, his firm white, soft, body half-covered in the brown earth. She began to stroke a particularly large root, gripping it viciously, stroking up and down in long, smooth, powerful motions. She felt a hot burning feeling in her vagina, and moaned softly in pleasure, her hand continuing to grope the fist-thick, long, flesh-colored tentacle.

She was startled out of her dazed activities by an inquiry coming from somewhere behind her.

"What are you doing?"

She spun around, and, to her intense embarrassment, it was that boy with the beautiful eyes. She blushed several shades of red as she groped desperately for a reply, still acutely conscious of the burning need in her vagina. She couldn't come up with anything more convincing than a mumbled "nothing".

"Uh-huh", The boy drawled. "Nothing..."

Rim winced at his skeptical tone. She stood up hastily, hoping that the boy wouldn't question her further. "Umm.. hi! My name is Mârimtudâda Vulturedumplings-McGonagle. What's /your/ name?"

The Mysterious Stranger looked at her piercingly, but then shrugged and answered. "I'm Potter, Harry Potter."

Rim gasped. "You're THE Harry Potter?"

The Stranger Who Lived Next Door grinned. "Uh.. yeah?" But then he realized that if she was muggle, how could she have recognized him? "Wait - how'd you know who I was?" he asked, curiously.

"Harry, /every/ wizard know your name. I would have thought you'd be used to it by now," Rim said excitedly.

"Yeah, pretty much." Harry replied. "I just didn't think you'd be a witch. We don't have many wizards or witches living around this place."

Rim nodded. "We - my brother and I - just moved here. We used to live in the Hogsmeade area, but we can't afford a place there anymore."

It was Harry's turn to nod. After a short pause, Harry again brought up the Dreaded Question. "So tell me... what /were/ you doing when I arrived?"

Rim winced again, seeming startled, but was really concentrating on the burning feeling below her waist.

"Uh, well, you see..." she stuttered.

Harry decided to 'help' her out. "When I looked, it seemed as if you were.. fondling? that plant root." he said. "But what exactly where you doing?"

Rim took a few minutes to think, and then answered. "Do you know a lot about raising plants?" she asked.

"Uh.. no," Harry replied.

"Well, you see..." Rim stammered, blushing. "The root I'm planting now... it's a geranium bulb. And... err... my friend, Aubrey, she once told me that they grow best if you sort of massage them before you plant. So that's what I was doing - giving it a good massage. It's supposed to do something ... like promoting even distribution of sugar? Yeah, that must be it..."

Harry gave another skeptical "uh-huh".

Rim stared at him, flustered. "No, I'm serious! It does! Aubrey was always great at herbology, she knows what she's talking about!"

Harry just raised his eyebrows at her. "Come on, what were you /really/ doing? From the noises you were making, I'd almost think that..." Harry stopped, trying to find the right phrase. "Well, I, umm, err, well..."