All I own is Magali, the plot, and any future characters
After a realatively silent breakfast, Fred and George said they had to get to the store.
"Can't be late, you know," said Fred.
"Time is gal-- money," finished George while throwing furtive looks at both Harry and Magali.
Magali didn't seem to notice his near-slip. She just poured another cup of coffe and looked through the cabinets for some Tylenol. "Where do you keep you drugs?" she asked.
"I don't keep any," Harry replied.
"Well what do you do if you get a headache? It's not like you can just say 'presto' and it's gone!" Harry looked a little uneasy.
"er, I don't get sick much."
"Lucky. Would you mind taking me home now?"
Harry shook his head and helped her gather her things. She must not be a witch if she uses muggle things like medicine. He sighed as he picked up a white high-heel. She was awfully hard to read. Last night she was so fun and care-free, but that may have been from the alcohol. Then she was icy this morning, but that may have been from the hangover and Fred and George walking in on her in the shower. Now she seemed perfectly normal, almost cheerful. Who was this girl? And why didn't Hermione ever mention her before? He wasn't able to ponder these things for long, because Magali was tugging him by the arm towards the door.
While Harry followed her directions toward outer London, he listened to her talk. She told him about how she lived alone and how lonely it was. He could definately relate to that. When he asked about her family, however, she got quiet and said only "They never really accepted me." Harry was immediately reminded of what Hermione said while they were dancing.
When at last Harry pulled his Mini into the drive of a dingy looking apartment building in a rather dodgy part of town, he offered to help her up.
"No, I really don't think that's necessary. I can manage. Really I can."
"Magali..." Harry started, but she interrupted.
"Thanks for everything. I had a good time last night." She turned to leave and just as Harry began cursing himself she stopped, turned around and hurried back.
"Um, here's my number. Call me sometime," and with that, she kissed him on the cheek and hurried up the stairs. Harry touched his cheek where she had kissed it. A huge grin spread across his face as he pulled out. He would definately call her as soon as he could.