Don't Forget to Floss
By RowlingIdol (a.k.a. Lauren G.)
"All right. Spill it." Sirius demanded when Harry entered the house with red welts on his forehead.
"We went to lunch." Harry shrugged.
"Who's WE?"
"Ron and I. We went to the Imperial Café."
"That's the café across from the dentist office, isn't it?" Sirius pressed, raising an eyebrow.
"Yes."
"And?"
"We saw Hermione."
"Did she go all kung foo crazy on you like those girls on those Muggle Soap Operas do?"
"No."
"Then why do you have bruises on your head?"
"I hit myself with a napkin dispenser." Sirius sighed. He wished he had a napkin dispenser to hit himself with, then Harry.
"What am I going to do with you?" Sirius moaned. He flopped down in his armchair and ran a hand through his hair.
"Want to go for a walk?" Harry suggested.
"Walks?" Sirius grinned and turned into his shaggy black dog form.
"Sirius!" Harry whined. Sirius wagged his tail and barked. Sirius quickly changed back.
"I'm just kidding." Sirius said. "Keep a hold of that temper." Harry sighed. They walked out the door.
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"I can't believe you! My own daughter!" Mrs. Granger said, pacing around the Granger home.
"I-I just can't! Do you know how mad I am?" Mrs. Granger said, pointing a finger at Hermione. Hermione cringed in the chair she was sitting in.
"Really mad?" She squeaked.
"REALLY really mad! What do you have to say about this?" Mrs. Granger turned to her husband.
"It was going to happen anyways, dear." Mrs. Granger scoffed.
"Can I go now?" Hermione asked timidly.
"No." Mrs. Granger barked.
"Sure, honey." Dr. Granger said. Hermione stayed seated.
"You could have gotten pregnant! An STD! HIV! AIDS!" Mrs. Granger rattled on.
"Dear, Hermione is old enough to know what's right and what's wrong. I'm sure she was careful." Dr. Granger said. He picked up the morning's paper and leafed through the ads. Mrs. Granger took in a big intake of breath.
"Well. At least tell me who it was with." She stood facing Hermione, hands on her hips.
"Harry Potter." Hermione mumbled out the side of her mouth, looking out the window.
"Who's that?" Dr. Granger asked. Suddenly Mrs. Granger had a total attitude change.
"Really? That cute thing! I knew it! You liked him! How was it?"
"Mother!" Hermione said aghast.
"I'm sorry dear. At least it wasn't with some scoundrel of a wizar- I mean, with some scoundrel. Didn't he come into the office the other day?"
"Yes. He had a toothache. And on my lunch break with the other hygienists, we saw him and his friend Ron Weasley at the Imperial."
"Mmmmmmmmmm...." Went Dr. Granger.
"Oooooooooooooooooooooooooh." Went Mrs. Granger.
"Invite him to dinner." Mrs. Granger suggested.
"Does he like football?" questioned Dr. Granger.
"Go to dinner with him."
"What about golf?"
"STOP!" Hermione yelled. Her parents stared at her.
"Can I just..... go to my room now?"
"Yes dear." Dr. Granger said. Hermione got up and went to her room.
"I'm making linguini Friday! Invite him then!" Mrs. Granger called after her. Hermione slammed her door.
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"Are you going to the Imperial today?" Ron asked Harry. They lounged around the water cooler.
"No." Harry said, looking into his empty water cup.
"Then what?"
"I thought I'd go in."
"Go in? Are you crazy?" Ron said. The water cooler bubbled.
"No. But I'm going in." Harry threw his water cup away and walked off.
"Tell me what happens!" Ron called after him.
Harry peered in the window on the door that led into the dentist office. He could see Mrs. Granger at the reception desk. Harry slowly pushed the door open. Mrs. Granger looked up. A huge smile crossed her face when she saw Harry's head peeking into the waiting room.
"It's Harry, isn't it?" She said.
"Uh.... Yeah." Harry looked around the waiting room. No one was in there. He entered into the waiting room. Mrs. Granger strained to see what he had behind his back without being obvious.
"Is um....."
"Hermione's on break, dear. Would you like me to give her a message?" Mrs. Granger grinned at him. Harry concocted his words thoughtfully.
"Tell her...." He immediately changed his mind. "Well, these are for her." Harry said. He set the vase of flowers he had been hiding behind his back on the reception desk counter.
"Well! How thoughtful! I'll make sure she gets them. Have a nice day dear."
"Um... Thanks." Harry fled the office.
Hermione came back from the salad bar down the street. She reached for her dentist smock and started to button it up when she saw her mother, Sarah, Mary, and Lucinda crowding around a floral arrangement.
"Hermione!!!!! Guess what?" Lucinda said in a singsong voice.
"Oh no..." Hermione said.
"We didn't read the card." Sarah said. They all grinned at her.
"Give him a chance, love." Mrs. Granger said. Hermione reached for the parchment coloured card attached to the flowers. She opened it up. All it said was: To Hermione, in Harry's scrawly handwriting. She sighed.
"The dinner invite is still open." Mrs. Granger said to her.
"I don't know." Hermione said, putting the card back on its stand in the arrangement.
"Hermione. The 1:30 appointment is ready for you." Mary said, coming back into the waiting room. Hermione hurried into the back.
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"So how'd it go?" Sirius asked when Harry got home. Harry didn't say anything.
"Did she get the flowers?"
"I don't know. She was at break."
"So what did you do with them?"
"Left them with her mom." Harry laid down on the couch in the living room. Sirius brought him a cup of tea.
"I'm going to tell you a story." Sirius said, sitting in the chair across from him.
"Oh no." Harry said, closing his eyes.
"About your mom and dad." Harry opened his eyes and turned towards Sirius.
"Your father had an impossible time getting your mother to notice him. She knew he liked her and he knew she knew. He tried just about everything to get her to go on a date with him to Hogsmeade." Harry sat up and paid close attention to the story.
"He sent flowers. He tried plain asking her."
"Did she go?" Harry asked. He knew the answer well. They did get married after all.
"She said she'd think about it. James was extremely upset that he was going to be turned down. R.J. wasn't much of a help. Finally, I suggested he write a poem."
"And?"
"He said no. Poems weren't for him. But the night before the Hogsmeade weekend, James was up half the night writing poem after poem, trying to find a way into her heart."
"And and?" Harry was getting impatient.
"He sent her the poem. She received it in the morning and agreed to go with him to Hogsmeade. She said it was the most romantic thing a guy had ever done for her. That's when they started dating. And on their wedding day, I know that James gave Lily another poem."
"He did?"
"James was so happy that day. She had told him she would keep that poem forever." Harry was quiet. Forever for Lily and James hadn't lasted.
"When I was their Secret Keeper, James gave me some of his best prized possessions. He also gave some to Dumbledore. That's how you got your invisibility cloak."
"I know that." Harry said.
"I could tell you some stories about what he did with that cloak, but they're not appropriate." Sirius added. He cleared his throat.
"Well, so as I said. He gave me some of his prized possessions. After I resigned from the task of Secret Keeper, I went though the possessions, wondering if I should give them back. Good thing I didn't, or they would have burned in the fire after the attack."
"Where did you keep them? While you were in Azkaban?"
"Gringotts of course. In a box in my vault. But that's not the point. The point is that the poem James had wrote Lily was in the box. I still have it." Harry stared at Sirius.
"You do?" Sirius nodded.
"Can... Can I see it?" Sirius reached inside his shirt pocket and drew out a piece of old parchment.
"I came prepared." Sirius said, smiling. Harry took the poem. He fingered the paper.
"Try writing poems with Hermione in mind. Trust me." Sirius stood up and went upstairs. Harry opened the poem. He scanned it over. He stayed up the rest of the night writing a series of poems. Just for Hermione.
Note: Lah lah lah!!!!!!!!!! Okay. With all the poems that will be in future parts of Don't Forget to Floss, they'll be lyrics. Like, the words to songs. So yeah, if you recognize one of them, then yay for you!!!!! So yeah. I suck at poems, so you get songs. Sorry folks, no Eminem.
By RowlingIdol (a.k.a. Lauren G.)
"All right. Spill it." Sirius demanded when Harry entered the house with red welts on his forehead.
"We went to lunch." Harry shrugged.
"Who's WE?"
"Ron and I. We went to the Imperial Café."
"That's the café across from the dentist office, isn't it?" Sirius pressed, raising an eyebrow.
"Yes."
"And?"
"We saw Hermione."
"Did she go all kung foo crazy on you like those girls on those Muggle Soap Operas do?"
"No."
"Then why do you have bruises on your head?"
"I hit myself with a napkin dispenser." Sirius sighed. He wished he had a napkin dispenser to hit himself with, then Harry.
"What am I going to do with you?" Sirius moaned. He flopped down in his armchair and ran a hand through his hair.
"Want to go for a walk?" Harry suggested.
"Walks?" Sirius grinned and turned into his shaggy black dog form.
"Sirius!" Harry whined. Sirius wagged his tail and barked. Sirius quickly changed back.
"I'm just kidding." Sirius said. "Keep a hold of that temper." Harry sighed. They walked out the door.
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"I can't believe you! My own daughter!" Mrs. Granger said, pacing around the Granger home.
"I-I just can't! Do you know how mad I am?" Mrs. Granger said, pointing a finger at Hermione. Hermione cringed in the chair she was sitting in.
"Really mad?" She squeaked.
"REALLY really mad! What do you have to say about this?" Mrs. Granger turned to her husband.
"It was going to happen anyways, dear." Mrs. Granger scoffed.
"Can I go now?" Hermione asked timidly.
"No." Mrs. Granger barked.
"Sure, honey." Dr. Granger said. Hermione stayed seated.
"You could have gotten pregnant! An STD! HIV! AIDS!" Mrs. Granger rattled on.
"Dear, Hermione is old enough to know what's right and what's wrong. I'm sure she was careful." Dr. Granger said. He picked up the morning's paper and leafed through the ads. Mrs. Granger took in a big intake of breath.
"Well. At least tell me who it was with." She stood facing Hermione, hands on her hips.
"Harry Potter." Hermione mumbled out the side of her mouth, looking out the window.
"Who's that?" Dr. Granger asked. Suddenly Mrs. Granger had a total attitude change.
"Really? That cute thing! I knew it! You liked him! How was it?"
"Mother!" Hermione said aghast.
"I'm sorry dear. At least it wasn't with some scoundrel of a wizar- I mean, with some scoundrel. Didn't he come into the office the other day?"
"Yes. He had a toothache. And on my lunch break with the other hygienists, we saw him and his friend Ron Weasley at the Imperial."
"Mmmmmmmmmm...." Went Dr. Granger.
"Oooooooooooooooooooooooooh." Went Mrs. Granger.
"Invite him to dinner." Mrs. Granger suggested.
"Does he like football?" questioned Dr. Granger.
"Go to dinner with him."
"What about golf?"
"STOP!" Hermione yelled. Her parents stared at her.
"Can I just..... go to my room now?"
"Yes dear." Dr. Granger said. Hermione got up and went to her room.
"I'm making linguini Friday! Invite him then!" Mrs. Granger called after her. Hermione slammed her door.
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"Are you going to the Imperial today?" Ron asked Harry. They lounged around the water cooler.
"No." Harry said, looking into his empty water cup.
"Then what?"
"I thought I'd go in."
"Go in? Are you crazy?" Ron said. The water cooler bubbled.
"No. But I'm going in." Harry threw his water cup away and walked off.
"Tell me what happens!" Ron called after him.
Harry peered in the window on the door that led into the dentist office. He could see Mrs. Granger at the reception desk. Harry slowly pushed the door open. Mrs. Granger looked up. A huge smile crossed her face when she saw Harry's head peeking into the waiting room.
"It's Harry, isn't it?" She said.
"Uh.... Yeah." Harry looked around the waiting room. No one was in there. He entered into the waiting room. Mrs. Granger strained to see what he had behind his back without being obvious.
"Is um....."
"Hermione's on break, dear. Would you like me to give her a message?" Mrs. Granger grinned at him. Harry concocted his words thoughtfully.
"Tell her...." He immediately changed his mind. "Well, these are for her." Harry said. He set the vase of flowers he had been hiding behind his back on the reception desk counter.
"Well! How thoughtful! I'll make sure she gets them. Have a nice day dear."
"Um... Thanks." Harry fled the office.
Hermione came back from the salad bar down the street. She reached for her dentist smock and started to button it up when she saw her mother, Sarah, Mary, and Lucinda crowding around a floral arrangement.
"Hermione!!!!! Guess what?" Lucinda said in a singsong voice.
"Oh no..." Hermione said.
"We didn't read the card." Sarah said. They all grinned at her.
"Give him a chance, love." Mrs. Granger said. Hermione reached for the parchment coloured card attached to the flowers. She opened it up. All it said was: To Hermione, in Harry's scrawly handwriting. She sighed.
"The dinner invite is still open." Mrs. Granger said to her.
"I don't know." Hermione said, putting the card back on its stand in the arrangement.
"Hermione. The 1:30 appointment is ready for you." Mary said, coming back into the waiting room. Hermione hurried into the back.
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"So how'd it go?" Sirius asked when Harry got home. Harry didn't say anything.
"Did she get the flowers?"
"I don't know. She was at break."
"So what did you do with them?"
"Left them with her mom." Harry laid down on the couch in the living room. Sirius brought him a cup of tea.
"I'm going to tell you a story." Sirius said, sitting in the chair across from him.
"Oh no." Harry said, closing his eyes.
"About your mom and dad." Harry opened his eyes and turned towards Sirius.
"Your father had an impossible time getting your mother to notice him. She knew he liked her and he knew she knew. He tried just about everything to get her to go on a date with him to Hogsmeade." Harry sat up and paid close attention to the story.
"He sent flowers. He tried plain asking her."
"Did she go?" Harry asked. He knew the answer well. They did get married after all.
"She said she'd think about it. James was extremely upset that he was going to be turned down. R.J. wasn't much of a help. Finally, I suggested he write a poem."
"And?"
"He said no. Poems weren't for him. But the night before the Hogsmeade weekend, James was up half the night writing poem after poem, trying to find a way into her heart."
"And and?" Harry was getting impatient.
"He sent her the poem. She received it in the morning and agreed to go with him to Hogsmeade. She said it was the most romantic thing a guy had ever done for her. That's when they started dating. And on their wedding day, I know that James gave Lily another poem."
"He did?"
"James was so happy that day. She had told him she would keep that poem forever." Harry was quiet. Forever for Lily and James hadn't lasted.
"When I was their Secret Keeper, James gave me some of his best prized possessions. He also gave some to Dumbledore. That's how you got your invisibility cloak."
"I know that." Harry said.
"I could tell you some stories about what he did with that cloak, but they're not appropriate." Sirius added. He cleared his throat.
"Well, so as I said. He gave me some of his prized possessions. After I resigned from the task of Secret Keeper, I went though the possessions, wondering if I should give them back. Good thing I didn't, or they would have burned in the fire after the attack."
"Where did you keep them? While you were in Azkaban?"
"Gringotts of course. In a box in my vault. But that's not the point. The point is that the poem James had wrote Lily was in the box. I still have it." Harry stared at Sirius.
"You do?" Sirius nodded.
"Can... Can I see it?" Sirius reached inside his shirt pocket and drew out a piece of old parchment.
"I came prepared." Sirius said, smiling. Harry took the poem. He fingered the paper.
"Try writing poems with Hermione in mind. Trust me." Sirius stood up and went upstairs. Harry opened the poem. He scanned it over. He stayed up the rest of the night writing a series of poems. Just for Hermione.
Note: Lah lah lah!!!!!!!!!! Okay. With all the poems that will be in future parts of Don't Forget to Floss, they'll be lyrics. Like, the words to songs. So yeah, if you recognize one of them, then yay for you!!!!! So yeah. I suck at poems, so you get songs. Sorry folks, no Eminem.
