Wow! Thanks you two wonderful reviewers! I hope more come along and yah...
well this is giving me really funny ideas...ha ha ha ha
Harry: Please...SBH you already put me thru enough!
SBH: don't worry harry....it has barely begun! *laughs evilly*
Disclaimer: nope! I don't own harry, ron, Hermione, Draco, and any of the
HP characters...phew! Glad I got that off my chest!
Oh...no flames please....although... even if you do, I guess, it *sniff* won't
hurt *sniff* my feelings! *bawls*
Harry: Plz be nice and be good reviewers. I can't have her crying on my
shoulder anymore... all my shirts are tear-stained
SBH: Tear-stained? You can just *sniff* wash them in the laundry machine
thingy... w/e muggles call them
Harry: You got it right...just not the—
SBH: Now! We begin to put harry into peril! MWHAHAHAHAHAHAH!
Day 7
"HaaaAAAaaarrrrrrryyyyyyy..." "What?" Harry asked annoyed. He was trying to finish all his homework this summer so he could enjoy the rest of his summer, except for one thing—Mel.
"Are you done?"
"At this rate? No..."
"Do you want me to make you some lemonade? Maybe some cookies?"
Harry was surprised at her. Wasn't this the girl, who just yesterday, had to reach in HIS tub and take her snake from his—thigh and, uh, leg? But he excepted the offer, "Sure, Mel. Thanks!" He grinned after him as she left, "Uh-oh." Harry thought.
You see the Dursley's vacation ended today, and he didn't exactly tell them about Mel...
' Maybe... if she's a good enough cook, Dudley will want her to stay...' Harry shrugged and went back to his work.
Soon the whole house was filled with the aroma of cookies, cakes, muffins, and...
"Huh?!" Harry ran down the stairs taking four at a time, ran into the kitchen, and sure enough Mel stood in front of the stove in a pink apron cooking,
"Stir fry, Harry," she smiled, she must've seen Harry's confused look, "Mrs. Dursley called, I explained everything to her, and told her that I'd do the cooking the rest of the summer. What's wrong Harry? Harry?" Mel stared wide-eyed at Harry sat on the floor, jaw dropped open.
"Y-y-you mean... I don't have to cook anymore?"
"Well, if you want to, Harry..."
"NO! I mean—no thanks, you can,"
"You sure?"
"Yes, no, I mean yes, yes, I am."
"Positive?"
"Positive."
"Only fools are positive..."
"I kn—HEY!"
Day 8
"Oh Mel, you're a wonderful cook!" Harry's aunt complimented.
Mel blushed, "Thank you, Mrs. Dursley."
Harry rolled his eyes: Mel enjoyed the attention. He was quiet sure she would have a LOT of friends at Hogwarts this year.
"Mum? Can Mel cook every night?" Dudley asked, helping himself to thirds.
"Oh, but she is! She's cooking breakfast and dinner for the rest of the summer!" Aunt Petunia smiled.
"What about after that?" Dudley asked. Aunt Petunia couldn't answer.
"Uh—anyone for cake?" Mel suggested. Aunt Petunia looked as if a rock had rolled off her shoulders.
"Cake! Yes please!" Dudley ate the rest of his meal, gave her the plate and awaited his slice.
// after dinner//
Harry laid on his bed staring mindlessly at the ceiling.
A light tap on the door interrupted his empty train of thought.
"Yeah?" Harry sat up.
"Harry, it's Mel. Can I come in?"
"Uh—sure." He turned on his desk lamp.
"Hello." She whispered. She wore rubber-ducky P.J.s with matching slippers. She scuffed across the room and sat at the end of him bed.
"Hi... What is it Mel? I'm sure you know where the bathroom is?"
"Oh," she giggled like a little girl, "Yes, I do. I just want you to know that we're going on vacation tomorrow..." She smiled. "Just for the day?" Harry asked.
"Yeah," Mel looked at Hedwig. Her eyes got wide and a smiled appeared, "OOOOOO! BIRDY!" She rushed to the cage and stroked the bird gently.
"You like birds, eh?" Harry asked.
"Yes, Boss, I do."
"Stop calling me "boss"."
"Sure thing Boss."
"Mel? Stop. Calling. Me. Boss."
"Ok sire!" She bowed, "Hail the-boy-who-lived-then-smoked-V-lord's- butt-again!"
Day 9
"Where are we going Mel?" Harry asked sitting at the table.
"Oh, uh, no where, really." She smiled sheepishly.
"Tell me Mel."
"Just wait and—,"
"TELL MEL."
"Can't it be a—,"
"TELL ME MEL!"
"Geez, Mr. Volcano, Boss, sir."
Day 10
"Mel lied to me—again." Harry sighed.
"So what if I did?" Mel asked entering his room in a mini skirt, spaghetti-strap, and high-heeled boots.
"Nevermind, whatareyouwearing?" The words collided.
"Huh?"
"Whatareyouwearing?" Harry asked again.
"Uh-oh."
"What-whatareyouwearing?" He tired over and over to say it but the just got more and more tangled.
"Ha..." Mel tried to keep back her laughing but it was too funny. She burst out laughing.
"Whatissofunny?" Harry's words came out in a jumble.
"To *laugh* many *laugh* potions have *laugh* to your *laugh* HEAD! HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" She fell on the floor laughing.
"Istilldon'thinkthisisveryfunny." Harry said crossing his arms.
Day 11
The next day all Mel could talk about was:
"You sounded so funny!" or "Hey, Mr. Jumble!" and "Where did your accent go? Of ter Ireland?"
Then she would laugh her head off, but then the phone rang.
Mel looked at Harry, or better known as 'Mr. Jumble', and back to the phone.
"I GOT IT!" They both screamed and ran to it. Harry was in the lead, and was very proud of himself until:
"Uff! Get off!"
"My phone my phone my phone!" Mel screamed as she used his head as a push off for her to run to the phone. She was on the top stair.
"Ah!"
Harry had tackled her and they rolled down the stairs.
THUNK!
They found the bottom platform.
"Ow! You—,"
RING RING!
"Uhg!" Harry this time used Mel as a foot push, "Ha!" Harry laughed. He was almost to the phone. But, yet again, Mel pounced. "Uff!" Mel crawled over to the table, but Harry grabbed her foot and she fell on her stomach. Harry laughed as he sat on Mel's back, criss-cross, and answered the phone as if he was the richest person in the world, "Hello? Dursley residence." "Hello? Is Mel there?" Harry was shocked: all that for a lousy phone call for Mel? He sighed angrily, handed the phone down to Mel, but sat on her back, making sure she wouldn't pounce on him again. "Hello? Mel here, *pause* Oh hi Ron!" She said into the phone. Harry was even more shocked so he sat still, burning with anger, and listened: "Oh, yeah. I'm sorry about that. Heh. Harry kinda got mad at me. Yes, yes. We will later. I don't know when but later! Ok? Alright? Ok. Bye bye Ron!" She handed the phone back up to Harry. Harry took it and talked into the phone: "Ron?" "Hey mate! This IS Harry Potter right?" "Duh, Ron. You've only known me since I was eleven..." Harry was irritated. "Oh, so sorry mate. Well, what are you and Mel doing?" A smirk ran across Mel's face. "Well right now he's sitting on me!" Mel yelled. Harry lifted a foot and kicked her in the back. "Ron? Let me explain..." He told Ron about the "Fight For The Phone". Ron was cracking up at the end. "That's Mel for ya! She'll do anything to answer the phone! I'm serious! She answers really weird too, like: ' What flavor Milkshake for you?' My mom thought she called a restaurant!" Ron laughed. "Oh? How come you know so much about Mel?" Harry asked, coldly. "Well I tried to call, mate. But Mel insisted that you got a full eight hours of sleep and—," "Just get to the bottom line." Harry said coldly. "Dumbledore wanted us to meet her, too," Ron said hurriedly, "Sorry, but I gotta go Harry! See you at Diagon Alley! Bye!" Ron hung up. Harry hung the phone up, very confused. "Why did you tell me that Ron had called?" He asked Mel hotly. "Uh—because you would get mad if I had—will you PLEASE get OFF ME?!" Mel turned over, so that Harry sat on her stomach. "Say you're sorry, then maybe, MAYBE, I'll get off!" Harry crossed his arms across his chest and looked at the ceiling. "I'm sorry." She said barely audible. "What?" Harry demanded. "I'M SORRY!" She yelled. "That's more like it..." Harry smiled, got off, and got up. "He just won't admit that he liked sitting on my back..." Mel says, getting up. "I HEARD THAT!"
Day 7
"HaaaAAAaaarrrrrrryyyyyyy..." "What?" Harry asked annoyed. He was trying to finish all his homework this summer so he could enjoy the rest of his summer, except for one thing—Mel.
"Are you done?"
"At this rate? No..."
"Do you want me to make you some lemonade? Maybe some cookies?"
Harry was surprised at her. Wasn't this the girl, who just yesterday, had to reach in HIS tub and take her snake from his—thigh and, uh, leg? But he excepted the offer, "Sure, Mel. Thanks!" He grinned after him as she left, "Uh-oh." Harry thought.
You see the Dursley's vacation ended today, and he didn't exactly tell them about Mel...
' Maybe... if she's a good enough cook, Dudley will want her to stay...' Harry shrugged and went back to his work.
Soon the whole house was filled with the aroma of cookies, cakes, muffins, and...
"Huh?!" Harry ran down the stairs taking four at a time, ran into the kitchen, and sure enough Mel stood in front of the stove in a pink apron cooking,
"Stir fry, Harry," she smiled, she must've seen Harry's confused look, "Mrs. Dursley called, I explained everything to her, and told her that I'd do the cooking the rest of the summer. What's wrong Harry? Harry?" Mel stared wide-eyed at Harry sat on the floor, jaw dropped open.
"Y-y-you mean... I don't have to cook anymore?"
"Well, if you want to, Harry..."
"NO! I mean—no thanks, you can,"
"You sure?"
"Yes, no, I mean yes, yes, I am."
"Positive?"
"Positive."
"Only fools are positive..."
"I kn—HEY!"
Day 8
"Oh Mel, you're a wonderful cook!" Harry's aunt complimented.
Mel blushed, "Thank you, Mrs. Dursley."
Harry rolled his eyes: Mel enjoyed the attention. He was quiet sure she would have a LOT of friends at Hogwarts this year.
"Mum? Can Mel cook every night?" Dudley asked, helping himself to thirds.
"Oh, but she is! She's cooking breakfast and dinner for the rest of the summer!" Aunt Petunia smiled.
"What about after that?" Dudley asked. Aunt Petunia couldn't answer.
"Uh—anyone for cake?" Mel suggested. Aunt Petunia looked as if a rock had rolled off her shoulders.
"Cake! Yes please!" Dudley ate the rest of his meal, gave her the plate and awaited his slice.
// after dinner//
Harry laid on his bed staring mindlessly at the ceiling.
A light tap on the door interrupted his empty train of thought.
"Yeah?" Harry sat up.
"Harry, it's Mel. Can I come in?"
"Uh—sure." He turned on his desk lamp.
"Hello." She whispered. She wore rubber-ducky P.J.s with matching slippers. She scuffed across the room and sat at the end of him bed.
"Hi... What is it Mel? I'm sure you know where the bathroom is?"
"Oh," she giggled like a little girl, "Yes, I do. I just want you to know that we're going on vacation tomorrow..." She smiled. "Just for the day?" Harry asked.
"Yeah," Mel looked at Hedwig. Her eyes got wide and a smiled appeared, "OOOOOO! BIRDY!" She rushed to the cage and stroked the bird gently.
"You like birds, eh?" Harry asked.
"Yes, Boss, I do."
"Stop calling me "boss"."
"Sure thing Boss."
"Mel? Stop. Calling. Me. Boss."
"Ok sire!" She bowed, "Hail the-boy-who-lived-then-smoked-V-lord's- butt-again!"
Day 9
"Where are we going Mel?" Harry asked sitting at the table.
"Oh, uh, no where, really." She smiled sheepishly.
"Tell me Mel."
"Just wait and—,"
"TELL MEL."
"Can't it be a—,"
"TELL ME MEL!"
"Geez, Mr. Volcano, Boss, sir."
Day 10
"Mel lied to me—again." Harry sighed.
"So what if I did?" Mel asked entering his room in a mini skirt, spaghetti-strap, and high-heeled boots.
"Nevermind, whatareyouwearing?" The words collided.
"Huh?"
"Whatareyouwearing?" Harry asked again.
"Uh-oh."
"What-whatareyouwearing?" He tired over and over to say it but the just got more and more tangled.
"Ha..." Mel tried to keep back her laughing but it was too funny. She burst out laughing.
"Whatissofunny?" Harry's words came out in a jumble.
"To *laugh* many *laugh* potions have *laugh* to your *laugh* HEAD! HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" She fell on the floor laughing.
"Istilldon'thinkthisisveryfunny." Harry said crossing his arms.
Day 11
The next day all Mel could talk about was:
"You sounded so funny!" or "Hey, Mr. Jumble!" and "Where did your accent go? Of ter Ireland?"
Then she would laugh her head off, but then the phone rang.
Mel looked at Harry, or better known as 'Mr. Jumble', and back to the phone.
"I GOT IT!" They both screamed and ran to it. Harry was in the lead, and was very proud of himself until:
"Uff! Get off!"
"My phone my phone my phone!" Mel screamed as she used his head as a push off for her to run to the phone. She was on the top stair.
"Ah!"
Harry had tackled her and they rolled down the stairs.
THUNK!
They found the bottom platform.
"Ow! You—,"
RING RING!
"Uhg!" Harry this time used Mel as a foot push, "Ha!" Harry laughed. He was almost to the phone. But, yet again, Mel pounced. "Uff!" Mel crawled over to the table, but Harry grabbed her foot and she fell on her stomach. Harry laughed as he sat on Mel's back, criss-cross, and answered the phone as if he was the richest person in the world, "Hello? Dursley residence." "Hello? Is Mel there?" Harry was shocked: all that for a lousy phone call for Mel? He sighed angrily, handed the phone down to Mel, but sat on her back, making sure she wouldn't pounce on him again. "Hello? Mel here, *pause* Oh hi Ron!" She said into the phone. Harry was even more shocked so he sat still, burning with anger, and listened: "Oh, yeah. I'm sorry about that. Heh. Harry kinda got mad at me. Yes, yes. We will later. I don't know when but later! Ok? Alright? Ok. Bye bye Ron!" She handed the phone back up to Harry. Harry took it and talked into the phone: "Ron?" "Hey mate! This IS Harry Potter right?" "Duh, Ron. You've only known me since I was eleven..." Harry was irritated. "Oh, so sorry mate. Well, what are you and Mel doing?" A smirk ran across Mel's face. "Well right now he's sitting on me!" Mel yelled. Harry lifted a foot and kicked her in the back. "Ron? Let me explain..." He told Ron about the "Fight For The Phone". Ron was cracking up at the end. "That's Mel for ya! She'll do anything to answer the phone! I'm serious! She answers really weird too, like: ' What flavor Milkshake for you?' My mom thought she called a restaurant!" Ron laughed. "Oh? How come you know so much about Mel?" Harry asked, coldly. "Well I tried to call, mate. But Mel insisted that you got a full eight hours of sleep and—," "Just get to the bottom line." Harry said coldly. "Dumbledore wanted us to meet her, too," Ron said hurriedly, "Sorry, but I gotta go Harry! See you at Diagon Alley! Bye!" Ron hung up. Harry hung the phone up, very confused. "Why did you tell me that Ron had called?" He asked Mel hotly. "Uh—because you would get mad if I had—will you PLEASE get OFF ME?!" Mel turned over, so that Harry sat on her stomach. "Say you're sorry, then maybe, MAYBE, I'll get off!" Harry crossed his arms across his chest and looked at the ceiling. "I'm sorry." She said barely audible. "What?" Harry demanded. "I'M SORRY!" She yelled. "That's more like it..." Harry smiled, got off, and got up. "He just won't admit that he liked sitting on my back..." Mel says, getting up. "I HEARD THAT!"