Fortunately, Ron had written back.

Harry tore open the envelope.

Harry-

You think she likes you? What the hell does that mean? Did she just smile at you or do you have a better story to tell? You can tell me, the twins have been too busy to intercept my mail these days. And if Privet Drive starts to feel like Privet Drive again, you are always welcome to stay at the Burrow.

-Ron

Harry smiled. He did have a better story to tell. But Millie was acting weird, and he didn't want to jinx this thing before it every actually got started.

The rest of the day was slow. Harry stared at the sky a lot. He counted the number of white cars that drove by versus the number of red cars. He even resorted to playing "Sweet and Sour," that game where you wave to cars, and if the driver waves back, he's sweet, if not, he's sour. And that's pretty much the whole game.

The next day passed in pretty much the same fashion. Harry played Quidditch with May and Claire in the morning. He made an excuse to leave them (they were going to investigate a rumor about a sample sale). And then he counted blue cars instead of red this time.

Finally it was the day after tomorrow. Millie was coming over at six.

Harry went through the expected angst and agitation over her arrival. She came at 6:05 and the five minutes she was late felt, of course, like an eternity.

Harry was waiting outside. He did not want to see Dudley or to have Dudley see Millie. He was embarrassed for both himself and for Dudley after Millie made him apologize to Dudley.

Mille strolled around the corner and Harry ran to meet her.

He stopped abruptly. Should he kiss her? Hug her? Sweep her off her feet and go make-out again?

Harry settled on a hug and peck on the cheek. Smooth, she seemed to like that.

"So, how are you?" Harry said, starting what he hoped would be along and meaningful conversation.

"Oh nothing muchm " Millie answered, staring into the distance. Then she realized that the mood needed to be lightened. So say something random. She looked directly into Harry's gorgeously green eyes and said, "And what the frickin-A is up with you, Homie-G?"

"What?"

"Slang, Harry. It's called slang," said Millie, rolling her eyes, "Just roll with it."

"I know what slang is," Harry retorted, feeling a little shot-down, "Muggle."

Millie put her slim arm around Harry and started to laugh. And then she asked, "What does 'muggle' mean?"

Harry thought fast, "Oh, um, it's like the same thing as 'Homie-G'"

"Oh, ok. Got it."

"Good," Harry said, stroking a strand of her hair.

"So you never answered my question, but wait, let me rephrase: How's it hangin, Muggle?"

Harry and Millie walked to a taco shop, not that Mexican food is any good England, but as the author of this fic, I reserve the right to make Harry eat what I like, and also to pretend that Harry enjoyed his chicken enchiladas very much and that Millie had a very tasty fish taco.

Nothing super important to the as-yet-unrevealed big plot of this story happened on this date. But the thing to note is that Harry and Millie are enjoying each other's company and are growing to like each other quite a bit. Also keep in mind that I haven't entirely determined where this fic is going, and so I am just stalling until I decide.

On that note…

Harry was fast discovering that it's fantastic to have a girlfriend. And it is VERY fantastic to have a girlfriend when your fat-ass cousin doesn't.

Harry and Millie went on several dates following the delicious Mexican food outing.

Harry came back from a late afternoon swim party at one of Millie's friends' house and Dudley was playing video games.

On another night, Harry had just taken a stroll in the park in the moonlight, stole a kiss by that knobby old tree, whispered sweet nothings and overall had a pretty magical evening. Dudley had done the same thing he has done for several days now in a row. No, wait, take that back, Dudley was only on level 6 last night. But tonight, Dudley finally blew up the prison guard and was now on level 7, the level that promised to have "More blood than you thought human veins could hold!"

So tra-la-la, and la-dee-da. Harry is on Cloud Nine and the twists and turns start next chapter.

And please review and tell me if this fic is worth bringing back from the dead. I seriously haven't touched fanfic for about a year, and well, did anybody my wonderful writing style, sharp jokes, and insightful insights?