A/N—You'll find out about Malfoy soon…chill. Thanks
to the reviewers and for those who gave me
suggestions! R/R to the people who didn't!



The rest of the evening past rather uneventfully,
except that the doorbell startled Ron when
Hermione's parents arrived home from work at 8
o'clock. They were very pleased to meet Hermione's
best friends, and rose to the occasion magnificently
when they asked for permission to bust out the
karaoke set at two in the morning. Harry and
Hermione spent the witching hours of the morning
entertaining Ron with muggle music and their horrible
harmonies. By four in the morning, they were raiding
the fridge for ice cream and cold pizza and ended up
falling asleep before they finished, surrounded by
empty pizza boxes and ice cream cartons.

Harry rolled over on his cot to find Ron snoozing with
his mouth hanging open on his cot. Judging from the
heavy breathing coming from the platform, so was
Hermione. Harry lay back on his cot to think. Think
about why he was laying here still breathing, while
Cedric was six feet under. How Cedric had so much
life left in him, and it was all taken away in a second.
Cedric would never see the End-Of-School Ball or fall
in love. It wasn't fair, Harry thought, but what is? Life's
a bitch, Harry realized. Life goes on, and if you don't
move with it, you're dead. He closed his eyes.

"WAKE UP!!" Harry awoke with a start and fell off the
cot in shock, clad only in boxers and socks to sounds
of uncontrolled giggling. Hermione had nearly wet her
pajama pants from laughing at Harry. Ron, however,
was still sleeping.

"That wasn't funny!!" Harry muttered angrily to
Hermione. In response, she just pressed a finger to
his lips to shush him and leaned over to Ron's ear.

"WAKE UP!!" Harry was dearly hoping that Ron would
fall too, but instead his eyes popped open and turned
his head so fast towards Hermione that they knocked
heads.

"Ow!" Ron and Hermione exclaimed, holding their
foreheads. Now that was funny. Both looked darkly at
Harry as he started to laugh hysterically.

"Serves you right Hermione" he choked out.

"So ANYWAYS, today we have to buy some muggle
clothes for Ron and tonight I got tickets to Teen Night
at the Electric Lemon." Seeing the puzzled looks on
both their faces, Hermione hastily added, "Night club."

"Um Hermione…I---we don't dance."

"Well then, I guess you'll have to learn!" Hermione
smirked, stood up and disappeared out the door to
brush her teeth. Harry and Ron exchanged looks.
Dance? No way, Ron thought. Since when did
Hermione dance anyway? She was a lot more relaxed
at home than at school, he noticed. He suspected she
was a closet slacker. Hah, that was pretty funny.
Shaking that thought from his mind, Ron stood up and
went down to breakfast.

They had a wonderful breakfast of bacon, eggs and
toast, and then prepared to take Ron muggle
shopping. He was currently borrowing Harry's stuff
and he felt his loan had more than expired and
besides, he was really looking forward to using those
strange green bills muggles called money. After
breakfast, they all piled in Hermione's parents
Explorer and headed to the Garden City Center,
Hermione's local mall.

After an hour of constant bickering on which store to
look in, they finally settled on Target. Ron was being
stubborn about the name of the stores ("No!
Nordstrom sounds like a goblin name!") And Harry
wanted something non-expensive. They entered and
headed directly to the guys department. Now the fun
could begin.

Ron immediately saw two or three different shirts and
with help from Harry, chose the right sizes. Hermione
got the job of finding shorts and a pair of jeans for
him, and when Harry and Ron were all set, they
headed off to the dressing room, ("Dressing room?
What? You don't get fitted for these things? That's
why those pants guys wear to the mall are so baggy!")
And Hermione went to check out the junior's
department.

Ron threaded his way through the many sales racks
of muggle clothing towards the dressing room when
he heard Harry call his name.

"You go on to the dressing room, I'll be there in a
sec." Harry was pawing through a rack of hats.

"Ok" Ron called back. Absently, he turned around;
arms full of clothes, and ran right smack into the
hottest girl he had ever seen. Everything Ron was
carrying flew everywhere and so did the girl's.

"Oh! I'm sorry!" Ron stooped to collect the clothes,
feeling really dumb.

"No wait, I'll get those. It was my fault. I wasn't
watching where I was going." The girl said grabbing
Ron's arm to stop him. Ron felt a little twinge in the pit
of his stomach that felt like it had nothing to do with
embarrassment. Oh god, he thought, I feel like such
an ass.

"What's your name?" the girl questioned. "Mine's
Jenna." She smiled. Now that they were looking face
to face at each other, it was a lot harder to talk.

"R-Ron" Now that she was so close, he could get a
better look at her. Chestnut brown hair that cascaded
to her shoulders framed a face so cute it was
unbelievable, her blue eyes crinkled when she smiled.
Ron stooped to pick up the last of her items lying on
the floor and proceeded to turn crimson red after
discovering it to be a bra.

The girl giggled slightly at his reaction. "Where do you
live? I live around here."

"N—Near Ottery St. Catchpole. A couple miles
outside of it."

"Hey Ron! Watcha got there?" Harry called over.

"Uh I gotta go," Ron said urgently.
"No wait—who's you're friend?"

By this time Harry had arrived at Ron's side and
quickly introduced himself.

"Harry Potter." He extended his hand.

"I'm Jenna Laughery. I just met your friend Ron here."
Ron blushed even more, if it was possible, while she
shook Harry's hand.

"JENNA?!" All three of them turned at once, and
discovered Hermione with a shocked look on her
face, holding a bathing suit. "I haven't seen you since
fifth grade! How are you?!" She rushed over to hug
Jenna.

"You know her?!" Harry and Ron said at the same
time.

"Of course I do, we were best friends in elementary
school" She gave them a dirty look as though they
should have known it all along.
"Were you flirting with her?" Harry and Ron both
tinged pink at this remark.

"No!" I mean yes, Ron added underneath his breath.

"Hey I got tickets to the Electric Lemon tonight—want
to come?" Hermione asked Jenna.

"Sure! I've been in the mood to grind lately." Ron
found this statement strange, but kept the thought to
himself. He'd better get back to picking out an outfit
for tonight, it looked like it was going to be interesting.

* End of Chapter 3 *

Sorry about the big cliché on how Ron met
Jenna…couldn't think of anything else, my brain is
kinda fried right now. Check back soon for Chapter 4!

~ Ice Princess