Don't Forget to Floss
By RowlingIdol (a.k.a. Lauren G.)
When Hermione got back home, she struggled to find something she could do for Harry. None of her friends at the dentist office would be of help. She needed someone who knew Harry well. Someone who would know how to help her. Someone like.... Ron. She ran upstairs and found all her old Hogwarts materials. She stuck her tongue between her teeth and searched through her assignment manual. There, scrawled in the back of the book was the Weasley's phone number. She held the manual carefully as she walked downstairs to the phone. She lifted the receiver and held it up to her ear. Slowly she punched out the buttons.
The telephone rang at the Weasley's home.
"Oh!!!!!!!!!!!!! It's ringing!" Mr. Weasley excitedly said. He ran to the phone. It kept ringing.
"How do I pick it up again?" He called to his wife.
"Just grab a hold of it and yank!"
"Oh!" Mr. Weasley took a hold of the receiver and pulled. He held the phone up to his ear.
"Hello? Hello? Can you hear me?" He said into the phone.
"Mr. Weasley?" Hermione timidly asked.
"Who is this? I don't want to buy credit cards. I can't figure them out." Mr. Weasley replied.
"No, Mr. Weasley. This is Ron's friend Hermione. From Hogwarts?"
"Ah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So you have a telephone also! I'll get Ron." Mr. Weasley set the phone on the floor and went to find Ron. Ron was napping on the living room couch in his work robes.
"Telephone!" Mr. Weasley yelled in his ear.
"Bloody hell! Dad!" Ron said, sitting straight up. Ron rubbed his ear and walked over to the phone. He picked it up off the floor.
"Hello? Harry?" Ron said into the phone.
"Um..... No. This is uh.... Hermione." Hermione said. Ron blanched.
"Uh.... Hello." Ron croaked into the phone.
"Ron, I need your help. Please." Hermione begged into the phone.
"I see. I bet I can guess what this is about." Ron fiddled with the telephone cord.
"Can you meet me in Diagon Alley tomorrow around noon? Or are you working?"
"No. I'm not. I'll meet you outside Flourish and Blotts. All right?"
"Thank you Ron. Good bye." There was a click on the other end of the phone.
"Great Wizards, what have I gotten myself into?" he said to himself.
*******************
The next day, Hermione stood in her old cloak in front of Flourish and Blotts. She had all of Harry's poems in her pocket. She smiled and nodded to other witches and wizards who passed her and waved. She sighed and looked down at her watch. It was quarter past 12.
"Hermione!" someone called. Ron came running towards her waving. Hermione smiled.
"Sorry I'm late." Ron started to turn red. "I had to promise Leila this was strictly business and nothing else. And I um..... got um...... caught up in something." Ron was bright red. Hermione's cheeks tinted pink as she understood.
"Let's go inside." Ron said. He and Hermione went into Flourish and Blotts. In the back of the store, there was a table at which they sat. Hermione took the poems out of her cloak.
"Here." Hermione said. She pushed them towards Ron. "The poems he wrote me." Ron took the poems in his hands and held them back out to her.
"I can't read them. It's not right." Ron said.
"Ron. I really need your help, though. I saw Sirius and...."
"Sirius? He's in this too?" Ron said aghast.
"No! I was at the park and well, Harry was too. Harry didn't see me but Sirius did and he came and talked to me. I don't know how to feel! I mean.... Well, I don't think I'm ready for marriage right now. We've sort of drifted apart...." Hermione went quiet and looked at the poems.
"Hermione! As I've said to Neville thousands of times, grow a brain! Harry just wants to go on one measly date with you! Not MARRY you! Well..... Scratch that last part." Hermione looked close to tears.
"But not now!" Ron reassured her. Hermione bit her lip.
"I want to write a poem back." Hermione said. "But I don't know how."
"Well. You take the quill. Then you dip in it the ink well, and then you move your hand across the piece of parchment and write WORDS. That's how!" Ron said. Hermione gave him a death stare.
"Okay, okay!" Ron told her. "How about this: You spin me inside and outside, when you hold me so tight, we'll dance and party all night, mambo mambo may. So kiss me in the moonlight, you know it always feels right, when we dance and party all night, mambo mambo may." Ron said.
"Ron. I am NOT going to write anything with the words 'Mambo Mambo May' in it." Hermione said.
"Why not? It gives it that hot Latin night rhythm feel." Ron said, snapping his fingers and shaking his hips. Hermione hit her head against the table. Ron pulled out a chair and sat.
"Okay. What has Harry written about? In his poems."
"Well...... Um... Love." Hermione said. Ron rolled his eyes.
"All right. I'm going over to Quality Quidditch Supplies and you better have written a poem by the time I've come back." Ron pushed a quill, parchment, and an ink well towards Hermione. He left Flourish and Blot's. Hermione let out her breath and fiddled with her hair. She picked up the quill and poised it over the ink well. With a deep breath, she dipped the quill in the ink and began to write.
When Ron came back almost a half an hour later, he had several parcels.
"Well? Did you write it?" Ron asked, dropping his packages on the floor.
"Yes." Hermione said, folding the letter. "It's not very long, but I at least wrote it."
"How are you going to give it to him?" Ron asked, opening up a chocolate frog and shoving it in his mouth.
"Owl post I suppose. There was no return address on the poem I received from the Muggle Post." Hermione slid the parchment into an envelope and sealed it with a bit of wax from her wand.
"If you don't mind........" Ron said.
"Go on." Hermione said.
"I have an idea." Ron leaned in an whispered in her ear.
*************
Harry sat at his cluttered desk in his office at the Ministry of Magic. He was trying to fill out reports to send in about fundraisers involving Muggles. The Department of Public Wizarding Commercialism wanted to host a fundraiser in a rented out building in London with Muggles present and the situation of it being approved wasn't looking so good. Neither was Harry. His glasses were tilted on the side of his nose and he had bags under his eyes. Harry's limp paper bag with his lunch inside titled to the side on top of his desk. A cup of cold coffee sat on top of a box of quill tip refills. There was a knock on the door. Ron came in the office.
"Hey. How's it going?" Ron casually asked, sipping his cup of freshly brewed coffee, pulling up a chair and straddling it.
"Hmmm." Harry said, furiously filling out papers, eyes glued to his desk.
"So.... Lots of work?" Ron questioned.
"Hmmmmm." Harry replied, still concentrating on his work.
"There's not much to do in my department. Need help?"
"Uh....... No." Harry said.
"You look like a bloody bat out of hell." Ron commented.
"Hmmmmm. Thanks." Harry said. He dipped his quill in the ink well and continued scratching across the pieces of parchment laid out across his desk. Ron sighed loudly.
"Harry if you don't look up at me I am going to pour this mug of steaming hot Spellbucks Coffee right on your groin." Ron threatened. Harry slammed his quill down.
"What do you wan----want." Harry said finally looking up. Hermione was standing in the doorway.
"How long have you been there?" He asked her.
"I came in with Ron." Hermione said softly. Ron sipped his coffee.
"Really Harry. I think you could go for an Orange Mocha Frappachino right about now." Ron said. Harry hurriedly tried to fix his hair and straightened his glasses.
"Um. Hi." Harry said to Hermione.
"Hi." She said.
"How... How... How's it going?" Harry asked.
"Pretty good." Hermione looked around the office. "So this is where you work?" She asked.
"Yeah.... I mean, Yes.... Yes it is."
"Very um...... Nice." She said.
"Yes.... Nice." Harry cleared his throat and tugged at his shirt collar. Hermione bit her lip and tapped her foot.
"Hermione. Don't you have something for Harry?" Ron asked Hermione.
"Oh. Yes." Hermione slowly walked towards Harry's desk. Ron watched on with eager eyes. Hermione was at Harry's desk now. She reached out a shaky hand and held out the envelope with her poem inside. Harry stood up from his chair and looked Hermione in the eyes.
"Thanks." Harry said, leaning in for the letter. As Harry pulled the letter out of her hands, Hermione stepped back.
"I.... I have to get back to work." Hermione said, pointing to the door.
"Right." Harry said, holding the letter with both hands.
"I'll um....... See you." Hermione said, backing towards the door.
"Yeah.... See you." Harry repeated.
"Good-bye." She said.
"Good-bye." Harry replied. Hermione stood in the doorway to his office.
"Bye." She said. She turned and walked away. Harry slowly sat down. Ron stared at him.
"You're welcome." Ron said happily and walked out of Harry's office. Harry peeled back the wax from the back of the envelope. He took the parchment out of the envelope. He unfolded it once, then twice. He couldn't believe it. There on the paper, was a short-but surely, a poem. He read;
'You're the bravest of hearts; you're the strongest of souls,
You're my light in the dark; you're the place I call home,
You can say its all right, but I know that you're breaking up inside,
I see it in your eyes
Even you face the nights, afraid and alone
That's why I'll be there
When the storm rises up, when the shadows descend,
Every beat of my heart, every day without end,
Every second I live, that's the promise I make
That's what I'll give, if that's what it takes.
If that's what it takes'
Harry lowered the letter and pushed aside his work. He dipped his quill in the ink well and started to finish the poem in the space left on the parchment.
Note: YAY!!!!!!!!!!! Hold on folks, more is on its way!
By RowlingIdol (a.k.a. Lauren G.)
When Hermione got back home, she struggled to find something she could do for Harry. None of her friends at the dentist office would be of help. She needed someone who knew Harry well. Someone who would know how to help her. Someone like.... Ron. She ran upstairs and found all her old Hogwarts materials. She stuck her tongue between her teeth and searched through her assignment manual. There, scrawled in the back of the book was the Weasley's phone number. She held the manual carefully as she walked downstairs to the phone. She lifted the receiver and held it up to her ear. Slowly she punched out the buttons.
The telephone rang at the Weasley's home.
"Oh!!!!!!!!!!!!! It's ringing!" Mr. Weasley excitedly said. He ran to the phone. It kept ringing.
"How do I pick it up again?" He called to his wife.
"Just grab a hold of it and yank!"
"Oh!" Mr. Weasley took a hold of the receiver and pulled. He held the phone up to his ear.
"Hello? Hello? Can you hear me?" He said into the phone.
"Mr. Weasley?" Hermione timidly asked.
"Who is this? I don't want to buy credit cards. I can't figure them out." Mr. Weasley replied.
"No, Mr. Weasley. This is Ron's friend Hermione. From Hogwarts?"
"Ah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So you have a telephone also! I'll get Ron." Mr. Weasley set the phone on the floor and went to find Ron. Ron was napping on the living room couch in his work robes.
"Telephone!" Mr. Weasley yelled in his ear.
"Bloody hell! Dad!" Ron said, sitting straight up. Ron rubbed his ear and walked over to the phone. He picked it up off the floor.
"Hello? Harry?" Ron said into the phone.
"Um..... No. This is uh.... Hermione." Hermione said. Ron blanched.
"Uh.... Hello." Ron croaked into the phone.
"Ron, I need your help. Please." Hermione begged into the phone.
"I see. I bet I can guess what this is about." Ron fiddled with the telephone cord.
"Can you meet me in Diagon Alley tomorrow around noon? Or are you working?"
"No. I'm not. I'll meet you outside Flourish and Blotts. All right?"
"Thank you Ron. Good bye." There was a click on the other end of the phone.
"Great Wizards, what have I gotten myself into?" he said to himself.
*******************
The next day, Hermione stood in her old cloak in front of Flourish and Blotts. She had all of Harry's poems in her pocket. She smiled and nodded to other witches and wizards who passed her and waved. She sighed and looked down at her watch. It was quarter past 12.
"Hermione!" someone called. Ron came running towards her waving. Hermione smiled.
"Sorry I'm late." Ron started to turn red. "I had to promise Leila this was strictly business and nothing else. And I um..... got um...... caught up in something." Ron was bright red. Hermione's cheeks tinted pink as she understood.
"Let's go inside." Ron said. He and Hermione went into Flourish and Blotts. In the back of the store, there was a table at which they sat. Hermione took the poems out of her cloak.
"Here." Hermione said. She pushed them towards Ron. "The poems he wrote me." Ron took the poems in his hands and held them back out to her.
"I can't read them. It's not right." Ron said.
"Ron. I really need your help, though. I saw Sirius and...."
"Sirius? He's in this too?" Ron said aghast.
"No! I was at the park and well, Harry was too. Harry didn't see me but Sirius did and he came and talked to me. I don't know how to feel! I mean.... Well, I don't think I'm ready for marriage right now. We've sort of drifted apart...." Hermione went quiet and looked at the poems.
"Hermione! As I've said to Neville thousands of times, grow a brain! Harry just wants to go on one measly date with you! Not MARRY you! Well..... Scratch that last part." Hermione looked close to tears.
"But not now!" Ron reassured her. Hermione bit her lip.
"I want to write a poem back." Hermione said. "But I don't know how."
"Well. You take the quill. Then you dip in it the ink well, and then you move your hand across the piece of parchment and write WORDS. That's how!" Ron said. Hermione gave him a death stare.
"Okay, okay!" Ron told her. "How about this: You spin me inside and outside, when you hold me so tight, we'll dance and party all night, mambo mambo may. So kiss me in the moonlight, you know it always feels right, when we dance and party all night, mambo mambo may." Ron said.
"Ron. I am NOT going to write anything with the words 'Mambo Mambo May' in it." Hermione said.
"Why not? It gives it that hot Latin night rhythm feel." Ron said, snapping his fingers and shaking his hips. Hermione hit her head against the table. Ron pulled out a chair and sat.
"Okay. What has Harry written about? In his poems."
"Well...... Um... Love." Hermione said. Ron rolled his eyes.
"All right. I'm going over to Quality Quidditch Supplies and you better have written a poem by the time I've come back." Ron pushed a quill, parchment, and an ink well towards Hermione. He left Flourish and Blot's. Hermione let out her breath and fiddled with her hair. She picked up the quill and poised it over the ink well. With a deep breath, she dipped the quill in the ink and began to write.
When Ron came back almost a half an hour later, he had several parcels.
"Well? Did you write it?" Ron asked, dropping his packages on the floor.
"Yes." Hermione said, folding the letter. "It's not very long, but I at least wrote it."
"How are you going to give it to him?" Ron asked, opening up a chocolate frog and shoving it in his mouth.
"Owl post I suppose. There was no return address on the poem I received from the Muggle Post." Hermione slid the parchment into an envelope and sealed it with a bit of wax from her wand.
"If you don't mind........" Ron said.
"Go on." Hermione said.
"I have an idea." Ron leaned in an whispered in her ear.
*************
Harry sat at his cluttered desk in his office at the Ministry of Magic. He was trying to fill out reports to send in about fundraisers involving Muggles. The Department of Public Wizarding Commercialism wanted to host a fundraiser in a rented out building in London with Muggles present and the situation of it being approved wasn't looking so good. Neither was Harry. His glasses were tilted on the side of his nose and he had bags under his eyes. Harry's limp paper bag with his lunch inside titled to the side on top of his desk. A cup of cold coffee sat on top of a box of quill tip refills. There was a knock on the door. Ron came in the office.
"Hey. How's it going?" Ron casually asked, sipping his cup of freshly brewed coffee, pulling up a chair and straddling it.
"Hmmm." Harry said, furiously filling out papers, eyes glued to his desk.
"So.... Lots of work?" Ron questioned.
"Hmmmmm." Harry replied, still concentrating on his work.
"There's not much to do in my department. Need help?"
"Uh....... No." Harry said.
"You look like a bloody bat out of hell." Ron commented.
"Hmmmmm. Thanks." Harry said. He dipped his quill in the ink well and continued scratching across the pieces of parchment laid out across his desk. Ron sighed loudly.
"Harry if you don't look up at me I am going to pour this mug of steaming hot Spellbucks Coffee right on your groin." Ron threatened. Harry slammed his quill down.
"What do you wan----want." Harry said finally looking up. Hermione was standing in the doorway.
"How long have you been there?" He asked her.
"I came in with Ron." Hermione said softly. Ron sipped his coffee.
"Really Harry. I think you could go for an Orange Mocha Frappachino right about now." Ron said. Harry hurriedly tried to fix his hair and straightened his glasses.
"Um. Hi." Harry said to Hermione.
"Hi." She said.
"How... How... How's it going?" Harry asked.
"Pretty good." Hermione looked around the office. "So this is where you work?" She asked.
"Yeah.... I mean, Yes.... Yes it is."
"Very um...... Nice." She said.
"Yes.... Nice." Harry cleared his throat and tugged at his shirt collar. Hermione bit her lip and tapped her foot.
"Hermione. Don't you have something for Harry?" Ron asked Hermione.
"Oh. Yes." Hermione slowly walked towards Harry's desk. Ron watched on with eager eyes. Hermione was at Harry's desk now. She reached out a shaky hand and held out the envelope with her poem inside. Harry stood up from his chair and looked Hermione in the eyes.
"Thanks." Harry said, leaning in for the letter. As Harry pulled the letter out of her hands, Hermione stepped back.
"I.... I have to get back to work." Hermione said, pointing to the door.
"Right." Harry said, holding the letter with both hands.
"I'll um....... See you." Hermione said, backing towards the door.
"Yeah.... See you." Harry repeated.
"Good-bye." She said.
"Good-bye." Harry replied. Hermione stood in the doorway to his office.
"Bye." She said. She turned and walked away. Harry slowly sat down. Ron stared at him.
"You're welcome." Ron said happily and walked out of Harry's office. Harry peeled back the wax from the back of the envelope. He took the parchment out of the envelope. He unfolded it once, then twice. He couldn't believe it. There on the paper, was a short-but surely, a poem. He read;
'You're the bravest of hearts; you're the strongest of souls,
You're my light in the dark; you're the place I call home,
You can say its all right, but I know that you're breaking up inside,
I see it in your eyes
Even you face the nights, afraid and alone
That's why I'll be there
When the storm rises up, when the shadows descend,
Every beat of my heart, every day without end,
Every second I live, that's the promise I make
That's what I'll give, if that's what it takes.
If that's what it takes'
Harry lowered the letter and pushed aside his work. He dipped his quill in the ink well and started to finish the poem in the space left on the parchment.
Note: YAY!!!!!!!!!!! Hold on folks, more is on its way!
