I am very sorry this chapter took so long, but I am not extremely sorry because I didn't get a single review for my last chapter! So that means that either nobody read it, (in which case my tardiness is entirely excuseable) or that it just wasn't a review-worthy chapter (which means I hope this story gets better!)

Anyway, have a wonderful time reading!

A dream. It felt like a dream.

But it wasn't!

Harry was sitting on his bed, back at the Dursleys, later that night. The bus had eventually turned up again at the bus stop. He had kissed Millie goodbye. No, he had kissed her goodnight. Not goodbye. He had gotten her phone number.

Harry didn't know what to do now. He had brushed of the stares of his cousin when he came in late. He knew that Dudley knew what he had been doing. Harry just didn't know how to respond. In truth, Harry was still floating on cloud nine and could have cared less about the disapproval in his family's faces.

But Harry didn't know what to do now. He had a whole lot of energy. Millie was energizing. Maybe that is why people love to kiss so much. It makes them feel alive. Energy, energy, energy. He needed to do something.

He tried to clean his room, but he only owned a few things, so he was bored again in five minutes. He wished he had some siblings to bug. He would bet that Ron never go bored at home with the twins around.

Harry wondered. What is Ron doing right now? Why don't I write him a letter?

Harry found a pen and parchment. He gave Hedwig a pat on the wings. He lay down on his bed with a big heavy book to use as a writing surface.

Ron-

I hope your summer holiday has been nice. Believe it or not, mine has been extraordinary so far. And no, I did not run away from the Dursley's. Even Dudley didn't ruin my day! I met up with two blondes, May and Claire, they are part of a "Harry Potter Fan Club" and they know everything about me. I promised to teach them to play Quidditch tomorrow. I wish you could come play with us. I doubt they are actually interested in Quidditch.

Sincerely,

Harry

Harry had left Millie out of the letter. But he didn't want to leave Millie out. How does he go about telling his best friend that he has a muggle girlfriend, or maybe Millie isn't his girlfriend? So then how does he tell Ron that the real reason he is happy is because he made out with a hot chick. Or does Ron even need to know this? What are you supposed share with your buddies?

Harry thought it over for a while, and then added a postscript:

P.S. I ran into an old muggle classmate today. Her name is Millie. I think she likes me.

Harry rolled up the letter before he had time to rethink it. He tied it to Hedwig's legs and watched it fly.

"Harry, look out!"

"Wh-" Harry started to say, but he finished with a loud, "Ouch!"

It was the next day and Harry was on the roof of the mall with May and Claire, his two blonde friends from the day before. They were hopelessly bad at Quidditch, and that was amplified by the fact that Harry was too distracted to teach them properly.

Harry's mind had been, since he saw her off at the bus stop, constantly dreaming of Millie.

But Harry was woken up quickly from his day dreams by the tennis ball that May had accidentally thrown at Harry's head.

"Why are you distracted today? Yesterday you were so fired up to play Quidditch with us and today you look like you would rather be somewhere else" May asked in a slightly hurt tone.

"What?" Harry spat out, "that's not true. I want to play Quidditch. I love Quidditch, you girls know that!"

May tossed her blonde hair out of her face and gave Harry her I-don't-believe-you look and let out a short airy laugh.

"Harry, I may not be the best witch and Claire and I may come off as just dumb blonde idiots, but we are so not" May said with the arched eyebrows and the head bobbing that signified she was a girl with attitude.

"So what are you saying?" Harry asked.

"I don't want to be redundant, nor do I want to repeat myself, nor do I want to say the same thing over and over and over again" May explained, taping her pink sneakers on the roof-top gravel.

Harry was confused a little. They had been playing Quidditch on the roof of the mall, or at least trying to play. Harry had brought his broom, but May and Claire had forgotten theirs and all the Quidditch balls. So they were really just standing there on the roof, playing catch. But Harry had been on time, he had brought tennis balls and baseball bats and hula hoops. The Dursleys would never miss their exercise equipment. So what went wrong all of a sudden?

"Harry, you are distracted; what are you thinking of?" May persisted.

"I am not distracted! I am not thinking of Millie" Harry defended himself.

"Oh ho!" Claire shouted, hearing that last remark, and rushed to join May in interrogating their idol.

"Harry, we never mentioned Millie" May said smiling, "Man, are you up a creek! Interrogation is what Claire and I do best, well maybe second best…"

May and Claire were getting giggly again. They had been pretty normal for most of the morning. In fact they had been great; they were the ones who found the entrance up to the roof. Why did they have to start acting like girls again?

"Claire, do you have your notepad with you?" May asked.

Claire answered affirmatively, and whipped out a heart shaped notepad with a picture of Harry pasted on the cover.

"Claire is the secretary of the Harry Potter Fan Club" May explained, "We will be wanting to share this story at our next meeting."

"My personal life is none of your business!" Harry said.

"Yes it is" Claire said.

"No, it's not!!" Harry answered back.

"Yes! This fan-club is what we do. It is our business to know everything about you. Besides, even if you don't tell us, we have other sources" Claire said.

May explained, "Yeah, we have other sources. So you can give us the real version now, or you can just wait and read a slightly less-true version, (but probably more interesting version, considering your track record with girls) in Wicked Wizard next month"

"No! Just read a made up version, then I can deny it! I don't want Millie mixed up in all this and I don't kiss and tell!" Harry said, trying to uphold his fleeting dignity.

"Oooooooooooo! There was kissing" Claire said, her face making a sly grin. But she still scribbled in her heart-shaped notepad. She still dotted her i's with little hearts and her t's with squiggly lines. Her club memos were always pretty.

Harry felt his face turn beet red, and it wasn't because of the blaring sun on the roof top.

May cleared her throat, and then spoke up to give Harry the final push, "Come on, this is just among friends. It isn't like You-Know-Who ever comes to our meetings and takes notes about your life. Besides, I think you owe us this. After all, it was Claire and I who took you to the mall and it was at the mall that you met this dream girl. We started your love-life. It was non-existent up until this point, if I do recall correctly" May knew how to work boys, "What ever happened with Cho? Oh, right, nothing!"

She was using a business-like tone of voice that was only off-set by the fact that she was chewing bubble gum and fixing her hair into a high ponytail while delivering this speech.

Harry thought for a moment, and then looked at May and Claire's innocent faces.

"Fine, but Claire, don't take notes, and don't share this at your little club meeting"

"Oh we promise" May and Claire said in too perfect unison, with one hand behind each of their backs.

Harry didn't pick up on the suspiciousness of their response; he had fallen back to dreaming about Millie, and wondering where he should start retelling the previous night's events.

So no promises about a speedy next chapter, but I will promise that more reviews leads to more motivation.

And if you ever find yourself in need of a fun summer story inbetween "Bend it" chapters, please read my story from last summer, "The California Trip." I think it's a riot!