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An overpriced sandwich had never tasted so good too Harry. He had ordered the first thing on the menu because that was all he could tear his eyes away from Millie long enough to read. Millie and her friends were so nice. May and Claire fit right in as well. Their blonde moments provided much comic relief when conversation faded.

Harry for the first time missed muggle life. He wished briefly that he not been a wizard and had not been sent away to Hogwarts. If he had been a muggle, he could hang out with Millie and the cool crowd all the time.

"So Harry, where do you go to school? Millie didn't say" said one of Millie's guy friends at the shop. This boy was not Millie's boyfriend. Harry had already subtly found out that she was single.

"Oh I don't go anywhere around here" Harry responded, he then took a big bite of his sandwich so that he could brush off future questions by gesturing that his mouth was full

Millie responded to her friend, "Harry doesn't want to tell us where he goes. He is being very coy about it."

Harry just pointed to his mouth, which was chewing on his food.

"Harry is avoiding the question again" Millie said jokingly.

Everyone laughed and enjoyed the rest of the jolly good lunch with really spiffy company.

Leaving the "The Big Fat Sandwich," everyone was laughing because May had thrown her shopping bags into the garbage can along with her trash. They all waited while a pimply employee dug out the bags for her.

"So what are you guys up to next?" Millie asked Harry, May, and Claire.

"Um, I haven't got any plans. May? Claire?" Harry asked the girls.

"No, we are free too. Our afternoons have been free ever since we quit taking tuba lessons." May said.

"But I have to get back and feed my goldfish. I don't want to kill any more of those little buggers" Claire interjected.

"What time is it?" Harry asked.

"Um, like two or three or four o'clock or something like that" May said.

"So do you girls have to leave?" Harry asked.

"I think so" Claire said, "or at least I do, May can stay if she wants."
"Nah I should leave as well. I don't want to get lost on my way home all by myself." May said.

"Um, Millie, can you excuse us for a second, I need to work some plans out with May and Claire." Harry said.

May and Claire followed Harry a few paces away from the rest of the group.

"Do you want me to walk you back? Should I leave with you now?" Harry asked.

"Yes please" Claire blurted.

"No, Claire. Harry, we want you to have some fun this summer. Preferably with us, but you don't have to only hang out with us" May said.

"So when can I see you again? I still do want to teach you two how to play Quidditch" Harry honestly declared.

"Tomorrow morning, I'm sure you are free. Why don't we meet at the park again?" May said.

"Sounds perfect. Bring your brooms if you have them and also bring any Quidditch balls that you may have. I haven't got any myself" Harry responded.

"Yeah we know" Claire said.

Let's skip the goodbye scene. Pretty much all that happens is May and Claire say bye to their new muggle friends while Harry goes with Millie and her group of friends.

They decided to go play mini golf.

"Senor Putt Putt's" was located a few miles away from the mall. They rode the bus and Harry sat next to Millie. They were flirting.

"You stupid boy, Potter! Don't push me!"

Harry kept trying to push Millie off of the bench by sliding her off.

"What?" Harry would say with a boyish smirk, "I'm not doing anything; I'm just rearranging my knees."

"Oh like hell you aren't" Millie would laugh and then Millie would retaliate by sitting on Harry's lap so that he couldn't move and he couldn't slide her off the seat without falling off himself.

"Whoa, somebody ate too much for lunch" Harry said, pretending to be angry that Millie was sitting on him.

"Didn't your mother ever teach you not to joke about a girl's weight?" Millie playfully punched him, though she didn't move away.

"No"

"Oh right, I'm sorry. They died in a car accident, right?"

"Um, something like that" Harry felt the playful mood slipping and so he tugged at Millie's deep red hair and whispered, "I ate a soup this color, once. It tasted nasty."

Millie laughed and then faked scowl, "Well I've scraped dirt of my shoes that was the exact color of your messy hair."

Harry and Millie were sorry to get of the bus when they reached the stop for Senor Putt Putt's.

Golfing was fun. Harry and the boys made sure to ask for the big sized putters.

Harry had not played mini-golf since an elementary school field trip, so needless to say, he lost badly. Harry tried to be a good sport, but he was not used to being bad at anything. He was awesome at Quidditch and successful in every subject except potions. So he felt really bad when Millie sunk a hole-in-one and Harry had to give up after six tries.

"Aw, come on Harry, just hit it in the clown's mouth. It's not that hard!" Millie cheered him on.

"Sssssh, Let me concentrate…..Damn! I only missed because you were talking!" Harry called out as his ball veered embarrassingly to the left.

Harry was glad when golfing was over. He wanted to get back home so he could rest up for Quidditch tomorrow. In one day, his attitude toward summer vacation completely chagend. He was now looking forward to tomorrow. He didn't want to go back to school yet. He had three fun new friends, all of whom were pretty girls. Go Harry!

Harry was shaken from his musings by Millie soft inquisitive voice

"Harry, do you think you can get back to your house alright?" Millie said when they had all seated themselves on the bus.

"Um, I think so. I mean I've never gone this way back before, but I'm used to finding my way around mazes and things; I should be able to handle it."

"Maybe I should go with you" Millie suggested.

"No, I don't think that is necessary, really. But thank you."

"Oh please! I really want to see what your house looks like" Millie's pleading voce sounded oddly sincere.

"My house is really is nothing special. Its all suburban…I'm sure you've seen it before." Harry had never brought a friend home. Ron and his family had stopped by once and that hadn't turned out well.

"No I haven't. You never invited me to your birthday parties" Millie said, "So I have never seen your house."

"I never had birthday parties. Dudley did though."

"Really? Well he never invited me either. Though he was always an oddball, in my opinion"

"Fat"

"Excuse me?"

"Dudley. He wass fat. Still is fat."

"Yeah I know, poor thing. Anyway, Harry I really had fun with you today. But I just don't want to go home yet. So that is why I really want you to invite me over."

"But can't you go to another friend's house?" Harry said nervously. He was starting to have nervous images of himself bringing a girl home for dinner. He imaging his uncle would say, 'do you expect us to entertain all of you friends.' Or his aunt would say, 'since when do you have any muggle friends? Are you sure she isn't a witch?' Dudley, he couldn't imagine what Dudley would say. But Harry imaged Dudley would remember Millie.

"I could go somewhere else, but I'm having fun with you."

"I just don't have friends over during the summer. I usually don't have any that live near…"

"So then won't they be happy that you are making friends?" Millie asked, "All of us could come over."

"NO! They don't really want me to, ah, um… You see the Dursley's, they don't really like me to be happy…"

Millie silenced Harry with a serious look. She turned to face him completely.

"Harry. I really don't want to go home right now, my parents are… I just don't want to be home" Millie said this with a very urgent expression. She was hiding the reason; she was hiding a lot more. But Harry couldn't argue with such a request.

"Alright then, Millie, will you come over for dinner at my place?"

"I'd love to, Harry"