A/N: Heeheehee... Hey, this chappie's longer!

Harry stopped, trying to find the right phrase. "Well, I, umm, err, well..."

Rim was curious. "What did you think I was doing?"

Harry screwed his beautiful! eyes shut and said quickly "Iwasafraidyouwereconstipated!"

"What?"

"I. was. afraid. you. were. constipated." Harry enunciated clearly, blushing.

Rim was so relieved, she ran up to him and hugged him. "Oh, you dear, sweet, innocent, boy! I wasn't constipated! I was actually. Whoops."

Now Harry was curious. "Sooo... what was it exactly that you were doing?"

"I /told/ you! I was planting my geranium roots properly! I know that giving a root a massage sounds like a retarded thing to do, but honestly! That's what Aubrey said!"

Harry still looked disbelieving.

Rim was fidgeting with the root nervously. "Look, let's just drop this topic. We're not getting anywhere. So... you go to Hogwarts? I was home schooled by my parents for my first six years, but..." She cleared her throat and looked away. "Well, I'll be going to Hogwarts now. I was actually made head-girl. I don't know how Dumbledore knows I'm any good... must have gotten hold of my schoolwork somehow."

Harry smiled kindly. "Going to Hogwarts? Oh, that's exciting! I'm sure you'll have a lot of fun there." he started to gush about how much fun he had in Hogwarts, his beautiful deep emerald eyes shining excitedly. Rim looked at Harry, losing herself in the beautiful deep wells of his eyes, drowning herself in his wonderful melodic voice...

Suddenly, she jumped as something touched her hair.

"ACK! Leave my hair alone, you beast! It took me an hour to gel it right this morning!" she screeched, thinking that some bug or animal had jumped onto her hair.

But when she turned around, and smacked the thing on her hair - hard - she realized that it had been a human hand. Harry's hand.

Suddenly scared, she raised her eyes to his face, and was shocked to see that he was looking at her with smoldering, lust-filled eyes.

"Harry..."

"Rim," he said, caressing her hair, "tell me what you were /really/
doing when I came."

Looking into his beautiful orbs, she couldn't lie. "I was... I was… I was imagining that you were in front of me. See, I was just like," she blushed. "I imagined that it was you, and I was stroking you, and you loved me, and we were gonna-" she broke off at the expression on Harry's face. "What's wrong?"

Harry looked at her and gagged. "You WHAT?"

Rim freaked out. "OMG! I just told you that -" She said, but Harry cut her off.

"You were thinking of having sex with /me?"

Rim stuttered incoherently. "I... uh... well..."

Harry just looked at her, eyes wide and brow furrowed.

"Um... no, not really, you see..."

Pause.

"Um." Rim looked around wildly, searching for something plausible to tell him, when a miracle saved her from this embarrassing moment: her cell-phone rang.

Rim jumped up, dug into her pocket, and took out her pretty pink cell-phone.

"Hi? Who's this?" She asked.

A stern female voice answered. "This is Professor MacGonagle, from Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft and Wizardry. May I please speak to Mr. Potter?"

Rim was surprised. "OK, like, sure! No prob!" she answered, and handed the phone to Harry.

Harry took the phone, put it to his ear, and started talking. "Hello?" he asked.

The voice answered, and Rim found that she could hear it... "This is Professor MacGonagle from Hogwarts. I'd like to tell you that...

the Headmaster and I have thought about it, and have decided to name you head-boy. This will be a great responsibility, as well as an opportunity to work in close partnership with a fellow student. I have sent your badge by owl a few minutes ago, but I deemed it necessary to call you so as to say that I wish you the best of luck. Oh, and your fellow head-girl will be a transfer-student from the Academia Volshebstvo, the sister school to Hogwarts, located in Russia. Her name is – "

Harry interrupted, turning to Rim. "Rim! You've been chosen! For head girl! That means we're going to have a common room to our… selves." He suddenly stopped, and spoke into the phone again.

"Uh… professor?"

"Yes, Mr. Potter?" Professor MacGonagle asked.

"Does that mean that we... share dormitories as well?"

"Mr. Potter! For heaven's sake! No!"

"But we /do/ share a common room, right?"

"Yes", MacGonagle 'humph'ed. "Good day, Mr. Potter."

Harry heard the click of the phone being hung up, and turned back to Rim, handing her the phone.

Rim looked a bit puzzled. "How the blazes does MacGonagle know how to use a cell-phone! I know her, she's my aunt - she has this ridiculous Muggle-stuff-phobia. She'd never willingly pick up a phone!"

Harry looked somewhere between amused and curious. "That's a good point!" he exclaimed. "Maybe there's some sort of magic thingy that allows you to communicate with muggle stuff like cell phones?"

Rim frowned, thinking. "Maybe! Hmmm…. Oh, right! I remember reading about it in "Hogwarts, a History"! It's called a telemagus-inter-connective-kit, or TICK for short. Basically, it's a muggle machine that allows you to communicate with muggle devices."

Harry looked impressed. "Tick, huh?"

"Yup!"

"That's pretty cool…" Harry trailed off. "Err, Rim?"

"Yes?"

"Uh. Yeah. I just wanted to tell you that I had this strange dream last night, and I dreamed…