Harry and his friends were still in shock as they started up towards the east wing of the house, which Max and Valerie had given entirely to them. Malfoy and his cronies were given the dog house out in the back yard. They had to share with the dog, Pookie, who was even bigger than Hagrid's dog, Fang, and not nearly as gentle.

"Can you believe this day? I mean, you get to meet your family, we eat chocolate for dinner, we are in this amazing house, we have a wing to ourselves, Draco is sleeping in a dog house, and I met the man of my dreams!" Hermione was still listless thinking about Westley.

"Yeah too bad he's married.... to her," Ron said, equally addlepated as he envisioned Buttercup.

Hermione frowned. "She isn't very bright, is she?"

"Yeah well he's a pirate!"

"I find that rather attractive actually."

"You just like him because his eyes are the color of the sea after a storm."

"That isn't true! Besides, you only like her because her skin is like wintry cream."

"You must be blind not to see how gorgeous she is!"

"Well, she makes up for it with her lack of wit!"

"Right, and he is a bloody genius... sure."

"His manner of speaking is well expressed, yes!"

"Stop fighting you two, now. Ron, your room is to the right. Hermione, yours is to the left. Mine is straight ahead." All three took of running.

Harry's room was the size of the Dursely's entire second floor. An enormous bed stood in the middle and was covered in huge pillows. He immediately did a belly-flop right in the middle of the pile and sighed. To his left was an enormous television and to his right was a plate of chocolate cookies and chocolate milk with a note from Valerie. "A midnight snack for my favorite great-grandson. Be a nice boy and share." He grinned and quickly changed into pajamas, then ran next door to Ron's room.

Ron was laughing hysterically as he sat on his bed. Harry finally realized why. Ron's bed was a waterbed and no doubt Ron had never experienced anything like it. "This... is... the coolest day... of... my... life," Ron yelled as he tried to escape the waves of his bed. They both ran over to Hermione's room. When they walked in, their jaws dropped. Hermione was singing at the top of her voice while twisting about in her curtains.

"When the dog bites, when the bees sting, when I'm feeling saaaaaaad, I simply remember my favorite things and then I don't feeeeeeeel soooooo baaaaaaad!"

She finally realized that she had an audience and blushed deeply. "I've always wanted to do that," she admitted bashfully. They were suddenly distracted by some barking outside Hermione's window. Hermione struggled to get untangled from the curtains and Ron and Harry ran to see what the noise was about. Pookie had Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle hiding in the corner of the yard, hugging each other tightly as they whimpered. Pookie growled angrily anytime any of them moved.

"They're in for a fun-filled evening, aren't they?" They all exploded into a fit of laughter and didn't stop until they were all on the floor, clutching their sides. The three of them then went back to Harry's room to eat their snack and watch some TV. The only thing on was some odd movie about a man who fights a swordsman, a giant, a small man, and a prince to save his beautiful girlfriend.

(Quick Author Notes: Thank you so much for all the reviews! These are my three favorite stories as well! Several wondered why Buttercup is portrayed as kind of a ditz. If you read the book, that is how her character is and I think it is hilarious. Suggestions/ requests for future character appearances are welcome! I can take this story anywhere! It is dang fun too write too!)