Please note: this fic actually takes place during the summer after Harry's fifth year, contrary to what was stated earlier in the story. This change was made because I feel that since the real sixth book is coming, any events that may or may not happen in it would make this fic seem outdated and stupid. So, let's stick to the known territory. Also, lets say that it is currently about two or three weeks before Harry's birthday on July 31. Alright, so happy reading!

"Harry, you've met a lot my friends," Millie said, one Saturday night after a movie. They were just walking along the streets, not really going anywhere in particular, and enjoying the warm summer evening.

"Yeah," was Harry's reply, "And they're all very nice people." He gave her a kiss and thought that was the end of the subject.

"No, Harry, what I meant was that I would like to meet some of your friends" Millie put her arm around him so she could be more persuasive.

Harry's posture stiffened, he put his hands awkwardly in his pockets. Obviously, that could never happen.

Finally, Harry answered, "Well, they all live too far away to just come and visit for a day. And besides, the Dursleys would never let me have a houseguest. You know that. You've seen them."

But Millie was not to be so easily ignored. She could tell there was something about Harry that made him different from any other guy she had known. He was handsome, strong, kind. And those green eyes just have a power of their own. Millie wanted to get to know more about Harry. She wanted to talk to his friends, and see what kind of people they were. She wanted to meet the lucky people who get to go to school with such a catch.

"Well, you said they would never let you have a dinner guest. And I managed to come over anyway," Millie said, she stopped walking to emphasize the importance of her request. Harry stopped, too and turned to face her.

"But you see, you're a mugg...you already knew the Dursleys. Well, they actually have met Ron, he is my best friend, but they were rude to his face and rude to his family. And my other best friend is on vacation in Japan, but they wouldn't like her either just because she is friends with me," Harry explained honestly. He couldn't help smiling, though, when he remembered the tongue trick that the Weasley twins had pulled on Dudley.

"Why are you smiling? You do think it would be fun to have your friends over, right?" Millie asked, and started rubbing Harry's shoulders and kissed his cheek. She was putting on the extra charm, that's how you get what you want.

Harry had been thinking about poor Ron lately, stuck up at the Burrow. The twins were occupied with their joke shop and Ginny was busy writing to Dean.

"Yeah, I think Ron would like to visit, but he will not be able to stay at the Dursleys" Harry said. "Well, I can be persuasive, you know," Millie said with a smile. They were outside a candy shop. She eyed the chocolates but resisted. "I can talk to the Dursleys when we get back there."

Harry sighed, the massage felt so good. He smiled and said, "Millie, I know you're persuasive, I just saw the worst movie in the world because you wanted to. But for, uh, complicated reasons Ron will not be invited to stay at the Dursley. I can give you a guarantee"

"Well we don't know till we try!" Millie said, leaning against Harry's shoulder.

"Usually, you're right, but here, I do know. But let's think of some other place nearby that he could stay because I don't have friends around here to ask."

"Yes you do. Could he stay at May or Claire's?" Millie suggested.

Harry hadn't thought of them. But of course they would love to have Ron stay over. And Ron might like it too.

"Yeah, yeah, I'll give them a call," Harry said. He was excited to write to Ron and tell him that he's soon have two hot blondes fighting over which house he got to stay at.

Millie smiled, her goal accomplished, she started to walk again. Harry woke from his daze and caught up with her.

The next day, when Harry met May and Claire for Quidditch, he proposed the idea that Ron stay with one of them for a week or so.

"He'll stay at my place!" May declared.

"No way, Jose! Ron is mine," Claire said, working her hair into a ponytail; if this was going to turn into a fight she wanted to be prepared.

"He wouldn't have any fun at your place! I've got an older brother and three younger sisters to keep him entertained. He's from a big family, he'll like that!" May said as she started to stretch her arms, "you've only got one brother and he's boring!"

"But I've got a guest house!" Claire said, taking a step forward.

"I've got a spare room. And it's next to mine!" May said and lunged at her best friend. Claire didn't fall from May's surprise push. But she instantly retaliated by putting her arms out straight and flicking her wrists against May.

May was held back by the rapid slaps. But she soon regained her focus and aimed low. She ducked down away from Claire's flying French manicured hands started to hit her knees, in an attempt to knock Claire to the ground.

This had all happened too fast for Harry to intervene yet. Though now he didn't want to break it up because it looked so funny. But he felt it was the best thing to do. He didn't want to ruin their friendship.

He was just about to pull them apart when Claire fell over onto the ground. May jumped up and declared herself the victor.

"Don't worry, Harry, we're fine. And he's staying with me" May said.