Don't Forget to Floss
By RowlingIdol (a.k.a. Lauren G.)
"Eltin needs this by noon, Harry." Said William Sheft, throwing a stack of papers on Harry Potters desk. Harry sighed and leaned back in his chair. He grabbed the stack of papers and leafed through it. Harry swore under this breath. He stood up and walked out into the hall. "Sheft! This isn't my department! Give it to Ron!" Harry called, waving the assignment. "Doesn't the Department of Wizard/Muggle Affairs deal with vandalism?" Sheft asked. "No." Harry said. "Well, I have more papers to deliver. Can you bring it to Weasley?" Sheft asked, leafing through the stack in his arms. "Sure." Harry walked down the hall to the Department of Wizarding Regulations Regarding Crimes. Harry knocked on the open door. Ron Weasley's feet were propped up on the desk, his head thrown back snoring slightly. Harry smacked the paper down on the desk. "Huh, what?" Ron said, waking up. "What's this?" "Paper. With a ton of ink on it." Harry replied sarcastically. "Wow!" Ron said energetically. "What am I supposed to do with it?" "What you always do." Harry said, rolling his eyes. "Send the crime doer the bill of the fine." Ron slumped in his chair. "Sorry, Harry. I didn't get much sleep last night." Harry grinned. Ron went red. "Don't say a word, Harry." Ron warned. "Fine. I'll stay out of your sex life." Harry said, leaving the office. Ron slammed the door behind him.
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Harry apparated home late that night. He opened the door of the house he shared with his Godfather. Sirius was cooking in the kitchen. "Fine day at work, Harry?" "Same old, same old." Harry said, hanging up his work robes. "I made clam chowder." Sirius said, putting the pot on the table, full of bubbling clam chowder. "Looks good." Harry said. He spooned a good size amount onto a plate. He sat down and took some into his mouth. He chewed for a moment before- "OWWWWWWW!" Harry yelled, clutching his cheek. "What? Is it too hot?" Sirius asked. "You're not supposed to leave the clam shells in the chowder!" Harry moaned. He ran to the bathroom and tried to pick the shell out of his teeth. "You're not? The recipe didn't say anything about that." "Sirius!!!!!!" Harry whined, loudly. "Did you get it all?" "Yes, but I still feel some in the way back." "You'll probably swallow it later. Don't worry." Sirius said. Harry rolled his eyes.
The next day at work, Harry was walking down the halls of the offices with an ice pack magicked to his right cheek. "What happened to you?" Ron asked, seeing him in the hall. "Sirius made clam chowder and kept the shells in." "Ow. It looks swollen." "Just a little." Harry shrugged. "You should go see a dentist for that." "You're right. I've hardly had any dentist check-ups. For all I know I could have a billion cavities. Thanks, Ron." "Sure. No problem."
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"This is it." Harry said, looking up at the dentist building he had parked in front of. He had leafed through a Muggle Phone Book and found a Dentist office that took drop-ins. He got out of the car and walked into the building. It smelled of blueberries and fluoride. A Muggle child was sitting on the floor and playing with a wooden Noah's Ark set while his mother was reading a parenting magazine. Harry walked up to the desk. "Uh. I called earlier about a toothache." Harry said to the lady, a nice motherly looking woman with bushy brown hair. "Ah! Yes. Yes. Why don't you have a seat and one of the hygienists will come and get you." "Thanks." Harry sat down on one of the chairs. He placed his hands in his lap and tried not to think about the throbbing pain in his cheek. "Mrs. Thurgen?" said one of the young female hygienists. "Come on, William." Said the lady reading the magazine to the kid playing with the ark. "Noooooo! Mummy! I don't want to go in there!" the kid started to cry. "Come now!" Mrs. Thurgen said to William, picking the sobbing child off the floor and bringing him into the back. Harry picked up the magazine Mrs. Thurgen had left and started leafing through it. It wasn't as interesting as the wizarding magazines were. 10 minutes later, another young hygienist came and called: "Harry?" "That's me." Harry said jumping up. The hygienist gave him the look over and grinned big. "This way." He followed her through the winding dentist office. They passed 2 other female hygienists. They giggled and stared after him, and his butt. Harry blushed. "Right here." Harry sat down in the dentist chair. "I'm Sarah." She said. "Uh. Hi. I'm Harry." Harry said. He didn't know what else to do. "It says here you have a toothache." Sarah said, looking at a piece of paper in a folder that was waiting on the table, filled with dentist picks. "Yeah." "All right, I'm going to have to take some pictures of your mouth. Open." Harry opened his mouth. Sarah shoved a piece of foam in his mouth. It tasted gross. Harry screwed up his mouth. "Bite." Sarah told him. Harry bit down on the piece of paper. She pulled out a mechanism that was white and had a hollow piece on the front. She pulled it out and positioned it by his right cheek. She went out into the hall and pressed a button. The big thing made a buzzing noise. Sarah came back and took the foam out of Harry's mouth. "All right. You sit here and I'll develop the picture. Here's a magazine." She put a magazine in Harry's lap. It was some magazine called 'YM'. "Hmmm." Harry said. He opened it up. "Whoa!" He said as he was forced to look at feminine ads for maxi pads. He flipped to the horoscopes in the back. He heard giggles from the doorway. The 2 hygienists he had passed in the halls were spying on him. They giggled again. One had blonde hair, like Sarah and the other had dark brown. They giggled once again and ran off in their scrubs.
"Oh my gosh! He's the hottest patient yet!" the blonde said. "I wonder if he has a girlfriend." "Probably does. Those pretty things can't go far without catching a girls eye." "I think it's the black hair." The dark brown haired girl said. "Wonder who gets to fix his toothache. I sure could." "Oh come on Mary! All you would do would be make out with him." "So? It's not like you wouldn't either, Lucinda!" "Hey guys, what's up?" asked yet another young female hygienist. The new girl went to the box of rubber gloves and took out a pair. "There's a hot patient in room 4a." "Really? That's where I'm off to." "Oh!! You're so lucky." Sarah came into the supply room where they were all hanging out. "Here's 4a's picture." Sarah said, handing the new girl the picture. "Good luck!" The new girl weakly smiled and left. She walked down the hall, staring at the picture, identifying the problem. She walked into the room, still staring at the picture. "All right. Looks like there's something stuck in your teeth. It'll be. quick. Harry?" "Hermione?" Harry dropped the YM magazine. "What are you doing here?" Harry asked. "Working! This is my parents dentist office! What are you doing here?" "Toothache! Wow! I. I didn't know.. It didn't say in the ad in the phonebook!" "Oh, well. Guess its just a coincidence." Hermione put the picture on the table and pressed a button on the dentist chair. Harry was tipped back far, his messy hair resting on the tiny doctor's pillow. Hermione sat down in the wheelie chair next to the dentist chair and picked up a pick. "Open." Hermione told Harry. Harry opened his mouth. Hermione leaned far down and picked around his teeth. Harry went red as he was given a free cleavage show, not that he hadn't gotten one before.. "There's the little bugger!" Hermione said. "Hold still." Hermione dug out the piece of shell. "What is this?" Hermione asked. "Clam shell. Sirius made dinner." Harry replied. "I see." Hermione threw the saliva covered shell away. She pushed the button on the chair again to make it go upright. "So. How have you been?" Hermione asked. "All right. You?" "Never better." Hermione smiled. Harry grinned back. "I recommend brushing lightly over that spot in your mouth. It's still a tiny bit swollen." Hermione put a plastic toothbrush and a pack of dental floss in a tiny plastic bag and gave it to Harry. Harry took the bag. "I'll see you out." Hermione and Harry walked to the front of the office. "Um. Who do I pay?" Harry asked. "My mom. She's working front desk today." Hermione grinned. "That's your mom?" "Yes." "Can I.. Are we... I mean.." Harry stuttered. "Write me." Was all Hermione said. Harry nodded. "Bye." Harry said to Hermione. "Bye." Hermione replied. "Oh, Harry?" "Yes?" Harry turned hopefully around. "Don't forget to floss." Hermione said. "Don't worry. I won't." Harry left the back offices and went to the
front desk and paid his dentist fee to Mrs. Granger. Harry left the building. "It looked like you two knew each other." Sarah said to Hermione as she went into the supply room to wash her hands. "As a matter of fact, I did." "You did?" Mary squealed. "Yeah. He's my boyfriend from school."
Harry pulled fast into the driveway and got out of the car. He slammed the door and ran into the house. "How did it go?" Sirius asked, looking up from the Daily Prophet. "Sirius, punch me in the mouth." Harry demanded. "Why would you want me to do that?" "I want to go back to the dentist."
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By RowlingIdol (a.k.a. Lauren G.)
"Eltin needs this by noon, Harry." Said William Sheft, throwing a stack of papers on Harry Potters desk. Harry sighed and leaned back in his chair. He grabbed the stack of papers and leafed through it. Harry swore under this breath. He stood up and walked out into the hall. "Sheft! This isn't my department! Give it to Ron!" Harry called, waving the assignment. "Doesn't the Department of Wizard/Muggle Affairs deal with vandalism?" Sheft asked. "No." Harry said. "Well, I have more papers to deliver. Can you bring it to Weasley?" Sheft asked, leafing through the stack in his arms. "Sure." Harry walked down the hall to the Department of Wizarding Regulations Regarding Crimes. Harry knocked on the open door. Ron Weasley's feet were propped up on the desk, his head thrown back snoring slightly. Harry smacked the paper down on the desk. "Huh, what?" Ron said, waking up. "What's this?" "Paper. With a ton of ink on it." Harry replied sarcastically. "Wow!" Ron said energetically. "What am I supposed to do with it?" "What you always do." Harry said, rolling his eyes. "Send the crime doer the bill of the fine." Ron slumped in his chair. "Sorry, Harry. I didn't get much sleep last night." Harry grinned. Ron went red. "Don't say a word, Harry." Ron warned. "Fine. I'll stay out of your sex life." Harry said, leaving the office. Ron slammed the door behind him.
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Harry apparated home late that night. He opened the door of the house he shared with his Godfather. Sirius was cooking in the kitchen. "Fine day at work, Harry?" "Same old, same old." Harry said, hanging up his work robes. "I made clam chowder." Sirius said, putting the pot on the table, full of bubbling clam chowder. "Looks good." Harry said. He spooned a good size amount onto a plate. He sat down and took some into his mouth. He chewed for a moment before- "OWWWWWWW!" Harry yelled, clutching his cheek. "What? Is it too hot?" Sirius asked. "You're not supposed to leave the clam shells in the chowder!" Harry moaned. He ran to the bathroom and tried to pick the shell out of his teeth. "You're not? The recipe didn't say anything about that." "Sirius!!!!!!" Harry whined, loudly. "Did you get it all?" "Yes, but I still feel some in the way back." "You'll probably swallow it later. Don't worry." Sirius said. Harry rolled his eyes.
The next day at work, Harry was walking down the halls of the offices with an ice pack magicked to his right cheek. "What happened to you?" Ron asked, seeing him in the hall. "Sirius made clam chowder and kept the shells in." "Ow. It looks swollen." "Just a little." Harry shrugged. "You should go see a dentist for that." "You're right. I've hardly had any dentist check-ups. For all I know I could have a billion cavities. Thanks, Ron." "Sure. No problem."
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"This is it." Harry said, looking up at the dentist building he had parked in front of. He had leafed through a Muggle Phone Book and found a Dentist office that took drop-ins. He got out of the car and walked into the building. It smelled of blueberries and fluoride. A Muggle child was sitting on the floor and playing with a wooden Noah's Ark set while his mother was reading a parenting magazine. Harry walked up to the desk. "Uh. I called earlier about a toothache." Harry said to the lady, a nice motherly looking woman with bushy brown hair. "Ah! Yes. Yes. Why don't you have a seat and one of the hygienists will come and get you." "Thanks." Harry sat down on one of the chairs. He placed his hands in his lap and tried not to think about the throbbing pain in his cheek. "Mrs. Thurgen?" said one of the young female hygienists. "Come on, William." Said the lady reading the magazine to the kid playing with the ark. "Noooooo! Mummy! I don't want to go in there!" the kid started to cry. "Come now!" Mrs. Thurgen said to William, picking the sobbing child off the floor and bringing him into the back. Harry picked up the magazine Mrs. Thurgen had left and started leafing through it. It wasn't as interesting as the wizarding magazines were. 10 minutes later, another young hygienist came and called: "Harry?" "That's me." Harry said jumping up. The hygienist gave him the look over and grinned big. "This way." He followed her through the winding dentist office. They passed 2 other female hygienists. They giggled and stared after him, and his butt. Harry blushed. "Right here." Harry sat down in the dentist chair. "I'm Sarah." She said. "Uh. Hi. I'm Harry." Harry said. He didn't know what else to do. "It says here you have a toothache." Sarah said, looking at a piece of paper in a folder that was waiting on the table, filled with dentist picks. "Yeah." "All right, I'm going to have to take some pictures of your mouth. Open." Harry opened his mouth. Sarah shoved a piece of foam in his mouth. It tasted gross. Harry screwed up his mouth. "Bite." Sarah told him. Harry bit down on the piece of paper. She pulled out a mechanism that was white and had a hollow piece on the front. She pulled it out and positioned it by his right cheek. She went out into the hall and pressed a button. The big thing made a buzzing noise. Sarah came back and took the foam out of Harry's mouth. "All right. You sit here and I'll develop the picture. Here's a magazine." She put a magazine in Harry's lap. It was some magazine called 'YM'. "Hmmm." Harry said. He opened it up. "Whoa!" He said as he was forced to look at feminine ads for maxi pads. He flipped to the horoscopes in the back. He heard giggles from the doorway. The 2 hygienists he had passed in the halls were spying on him. They giggled again. One had blonde hair, like Sarah and the other had dark brown. They giggled once again and ran off in their scrubs.
"Oh my gosh! He's the hottest patient yet!" the blonde said. "I wonder if he has a girlfriend." "Probably does. Those pretty things can't go far without catching a girls eye." "I think it's the black hair." The dark brown haired girl said. "Wonder who gets to fix his toothache. I sure could." "Oh come on Mary! All you would do would be make out with him." "So? It's not like you wouldn't either, Lucinda!" "Hey guys, what's up?" asked yet another young female hygienist. The new girl went to the box of rubber gloves and took out a pair. "There's a hot patient in room 4a." "Really? That's where I'm off to." "Oh!! You're so lucky." Sarah came into the supply room where they were all hanging out. "Here's 4a's picture." Sarah said, handing the new girl the picture. "Good luck!" The new girl weakly smiled and left. She walked down the hall, staring at the picture, identifying the problem. She walked into the room, still staring at the picture. "All right. Looks like there's something stuck in your teeth. It'll be. quick. Harry?" "Hermione?" Harry dropped the YM magazine. "What are you doing here?" Harry asked. "Working! This is my parents dentist office! What are you doing here?" "Toothache! Wow! I. I didn't know.. It didn't say in the ad in the phonebook!" "Oh, well. Guess its just a coincidence." Hermione put the picture on the table and pressed a button on the dentist chair. Harry was tipped back far, his messy hair resting on the tiny doctor's pillow. Hermione sat down in the wheelie chair next to the dentist chair and picked up a pick. "Open." Hermione told Harry. Harry opened his mouth. Hermione leaned far down and picked around his teeth. Harry went red as he was given a free cleavage show, not that he hadn't gotten one before.. "There's the little bugger!" Hermione said. "Hold still." Hermione dug out the piece of shell. "What is this?" Hermione asked. "Clam shell. Sirius made dinner." Harry replied. "I see." Hermione threw the saliva covered shell away. She pushed the button on the chair again to make it go upright. "So. How have you been?" Hermione asked. "All right. You?" "Never better." Hermione smiled. Harry grinned back. "I recommend brushing lightly over that spot in your mouth. It's still a tiny bit swollen." Hermione put a plastic toothbrush and a pack of dental floss in a tiny plastic bag and gave it to Harry. Harry took the bag. "I'll see you out." Hermione and Harry walked to the front of the office. "Um. Who do I pay?" Harry asked. "My mom. She's working front desk today." Hermione grinned. "That's your mom?" "Yes." "Can I.. Are we... I mean.." Harry stuttered. "Write me." Was all Hermione said. Harry nodded. "Bye." Harry said to Hermione. "Bye." Hermione replied. "Oh, Harry?" "Yes?" Harry turned hopefully around. "Don't forget to floss." Hermione said. "Don't worry. I won't." Harry left the back offices and went to the
front desk and paid his dentist fee to Mrs. Granger. Harry left the building. "It looked like you two knew each other." Sarah said to Hermione as she went into the supply room to wash her hands. "As a matter of fact, I did." "You did?" Mary squealed. "Yeah. He's my boyfriend from school."
Harry pulled fast into the driveway and got out of the car. He slammed the door and ran into the house. "How did it go?" Sirius asked, looking up from the Daily Prophet. "Sirius, punch me in the mouth." Harry demanded. "Why would you want me to do that?" "I want to go back to the dentist."
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