Ok! Holler y'all! This chapter is extra long because I am extra sorry that it took so extra long to write. And thanks for reviewing. I did put in a scene at the fan club, per Sancontoa's request (by the way, that penname reminds me of the old soh-cah-toa way to learn sine/cos/tan for trigonometry; It takes me back!) SO yeah, keep reviewing, and if anyone reviews my other laugh-out-loud-hilarious-story "The California Trip," I may become suddenly inspired to finish that one as well; maybe not, but then again, maybe YES.

May led Ron upstairs to the spare bedroom. She insisted that Claire and Harry should not trouble themselves and should stay behind in the living room.

Ron had brought just one suitcase; guys are great like that. He carried it up with him as May showed him to the room he'd be staying in for a while. May was giving him captions to all the framed photographs on the walls.

"This is me when I was ten. This is me and my sister when I was seven and she was four. This is me two years ago…"

"Wow you've got black hair there," Ron noticed
"Yeah I was goth for about a month. I got over it fast when I realized that pink didn't look good on me with black hair…"

They reached the guest room, which was spacious and comfortably decorated. It had a window overlooking the street. And it shared its western wall with May's bedroom.

"I'm right next door in case you ever need, or want, or just have to have something," May said with a wink.

Ron froze up. "Thank you," he managed to utter.

"You're sweet!" May said, and then started to giggle.

Ron soon suggested they go back downstairs.

Once they were safely in the company of the others, Ron relaxed a little. He was on vacation!

"Do you boys want to play Quidditch in the back yard?" May suggested when they were all sitting in the living room again.

Ron was game but Harry answered first, "No thanks, Millie wants to meet Ron and she was upset that she couldn't come here to greet him. So I promised we'd see her this afternoon."

"Whipped," Claire muttered. Harry didn't hear. Ron did and he laughed. He couldn't wait to meet this Millie-girl; this muggle that has the Harry Potter wrapped around her little finger.

May and Claire couldn't come along, they had a fan club meeting to attend and they were not going to miss it.

Harry and Ron had a chance to catch up as they took muggle public transportation to Privet Drive. They were not going to go the Dursley's, it was just a central location. Harry had never been invited to Millie's and he was too nervous to bring it up. They were going to meet Millie at the bus stop; the same bus stop where she and Harry first made out.

"So Harry, how did you meet Millie?" Ron asked when he had stopped examining the bus floors.

"I met her at the mall…"

"oooo a muggle mall?" Ron asked, "my dad has always wanted to go to one."

"Yeah, she's muggle, I already told you that. So if you don't know how what to say to a muggle, then just be quiet. It's better that she thinks you're shy than crazy."

They talked about Quidditch for while. It was good to just relax in each other's company. Then Ron changed the subject when they got off the bus and sat down to wait for Millie's to arrive.

"Have you been in touch with Hermione much this summer?" Ron asked.

"No, not really. She's in Japan on vacation, right? So it would cost a lost to fly an owl all the way from there," Harry responded.

"Yeah I suppose."

"Why do you ask?" Harry wondered.

"Oh, no reason really," Ron said, cheeks flushed slightly. "I just was curious. And my parents wondered because they wanted me to invite you both to the Burrow."

"I think Hermione should come here instead, like you did. I want Millie to meet her, too."

They sat in comfortable silence for a few more minutes before the bus thudded around the corner and Millie stepped off.

Ron saw a pretty girl in a yellow sundress, a white floppy hat, and white flip-flops. Harry saw a beautiful princess in a golden gown with red hair loosely curled around her face and a smile that was to die for.

Harry sat up and ran to greet Millie. He hugged and kissed her sweetly, so proud that all the strangers on the bus got to see that she was with him.

Ron waited patiently to be introduced.

Harry finally led Millie over to where Ron had just stood up.

"Millie, this is my best friend, Ron. Ron, this is Millie…" Harry's smile grew bigger when added, "…my girlfriend."

"Hi Ron!" Millie said, with what she hoped was her best smile; she wanted to make a good impression on Harry's best friend.

"Millie, glad to finally meet you," Ron said, smiling. Ron was quite good looking when he smiled.

"So what has Harry said about me?" Millie asked, only half-joking.

"He said you were lovely, of course," Ron answered.

"That's it? You mean Harry doesn't have anything to gush and brag about?"

Ron laughed, "Millie, don't worry, he's a complete gentlemen and would never spill a goddam detail."

"And you would never ask, of course" Millie said, arching her eyebrows.

"Never," Ron said exaggeratedly, though he was being honest. They both were just pulling for a laugh, hoping to make a good impression on each other. Millie didn't want to seem a loser in front of Harry's friend. And Ron didn't want to seem a dork in front of Harry's new girlfriend.

When the conversation looked to be in need of resuscitation, Ron looked to Harry and asked, "So what do muggles do all day?"

Harry stiffened, and Ron realized too late that Millie was a muggle and had no clue, but luckily she said, "Oh 'muggle!' Ha Ha! You use that word, too! It must be northern slang. Harry is the only one I've ever heard say it. I said it the other day when I was walking around town. My friend Bianca was complaining about boys and so I said, 'Forget about those muggles, who needs them!' And she was comforted. But then, are you sure that 'muggle' isn't derogatory? Because some strange man wearing a bright green dress overheard and told me, 'it's people like you that hold down society!' and then he stormed off before I could react."

Ron started laughing uncontrollably.

Millie saw Ron's reaction and said "What? You know, Harry, if it's some sort of racial slur you really should have told me. I don't want to sound like an idiot."

"Oh, no, it's fine. That man was just crazy. A green dress? Come on!" Harry said, and then started to laugh along with Ron.

"Boys!" Millie said, "You know, I can see why you guys are friends. You both laugh at stuff that isn't funny."

Meanwhile, May and Claire were setting up May's living room for a meeting of the Harry Potter Fan Club. They were expecting a huge turnout tonight because they had advertised the possibility that Harry and Ron might drop by.

"So first order of business will be to brag that we know them" Claire said, taking down notes in her heart shaped notepad; she was the secretary, "And we'll let everyone shake our hands after the meeting because we don't want to interrupt the flow."

"Uh huh. And second order of business will be to take a tour of the guest bedroom where Ron is staying," May reminded.

"Third order will be to call for the usual sharing of dreams about Harry Potter…" Claire said, still writing everything down.

"Should we add a special order of business to try to interpret those dreams?" May suggested.

"Good idea!" Claire said, "And let's keep the news about Harry's girlfriend till the end, just to be mean. We'll keep dropping hints about it though--just to make everyone angry."

"Of course."

A little later on, the subjects of much shrieking were quietly licking ice cream cones, walking along the shore of a small man-made lake in a park near the muggle mall.

Conversation had luckily flowed very well so far. Ron and Millie were getting along fine and Harry was so happy to have his two worlds, the magical and Millie, connected.

"So, Ron, have you got a girlfriend?" Millie asked casually, as she picked up a flat rock and skipped it across the lake.

Ron, unnerved by the personal question, tried to be casual about it, too. He picked up a rock, skipped it a little farther than Millie's had gone, and answered, "no."

Millie didn't say anything more, but she smiled. She wanted to introduce her friend Bianca to Ron. Ron was so nice and so handsome, they were for sure going to get along. And then the four of them would be one big, happy group.

But Ron wasn't thinking of meeting some muggle. Remember that in this fic, he is heartsick for Hermione.

After Harry, Millie, and Ron finished their ice cream, they went, per Ron's request, to the muggle mall. Millie was surprised to hear Ron say that he wanted to go there. She hoped he wasn't gay; she really thought her friend Bianca would like him.

Ron was wide eyed as he looked at the non-moving posters and the non-dancing mannequins. Everything was so simple.

Ron spotted a store filled with muggle appliances. It was a beauty store, but Ron didn't notice that. When he looked at the hair dryer in the window, all he saw was the electrical plug coming out of it.

"Hey guys! Can we go in here for a second?" Ron asked, pointing to the beauty supply store.

Millie looked up to see which store Ron wanted to go in to. Her spirits fell when she saw that it was "Lovely Lady: Your Home for Beauty Supply."

He's got to be gay, Millie thought as she watched Ron playing with a curling iron, and she started to think about setting him up with her friend Matt instead.

Shifting our attention back to May and Claire…

About thirty young witches, ten young wizards, and two middle-aged wizards showed up at the meeting. May and Claire served everyone pumpkin juice. May's parents were home at this point and they helped the girls serve everything. They were very supportive of their daughter's hobbies.

Everyone was chatting in the living room when May and Claire snuck out of the room, only to make a huge, grand entrance two minutes later. They put on loud, muggle music, dimmed the lights, and ran in from the hallway. They stood up in front of the fireplace. Took a bow, turned off the music and began to address the crowd.

"Earlier today, this very fireplace, this fireplace that we stand before, in this very room, in this very house, THIS fireplace that we stand before was used to transport Mr. Ronald Weasley from…"

"AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

May could hardly finish the sentence due to the shrieking that started.

However, once the crowd settled, they hung onto every word as May told the story of how they had befriended Harry, how Ron was coming to stay, and how Harry had met "someone." Details were for later, of course.

They took people up to the guest bedroom in groups of five. They let everyone look out the window to see the same view that Harry's best friend would see.

They shared dreams. One girl named Delia had a dream that Harry brought her the answers to her math test on his broomstick. Claire suggested that this meant Harry would marry Delia one day. The whole room was jealous and each resolved to try to dream that dream tonight.

May and Claire were trying to shoo out the members. They had all had a wonderful discussion, but now everyone was just dragging on about the same things in hope that if they stayed long enough, Ron would walk through the door.

When they had finally got everyone to go, with the promise that they would send out the newsletter immediately, May and Claire sat down to talk.

"May, are you going to try to hook up with Ron?" Claire asked.

"Duh. I mean how often does a famous guy come stay with you?"

"Well, I don't that's a good idea, I mean he is staying with you…"

"I know, it's perfect!" May squealed.

"No, it could get super awkward and then he might go home earlier."

"Ok, that's true, but…"

Claire interrupted her before she had a chance to state her point, "So I think I should try to hook up with him instead."

"What!"

"It's only fair. You won the first round; he's staying at your place. You get to see him every morning and all the time. Besides, he might not be into it. Remember today's meeting? We all agreed that Ron must have a crush on Cho Chang, or that they might be secretly dating already," Claire said.

"But that's not fair!" May shrieked, "I love him!"

"Oh shut up!" Claire said, she stood up and taunted, "You wanna take this outside?"

"NO! I want to beat you at what counts!" May said, standing up as well, and staring her best friend squarely in the eye.

"Be more specific," Claire said, starting to make goofy faces to try to get May to break eye contact first.

May countered back by sticking out her toungue, but neither looked away. May and Claire were known for their staring contest skills. "What I mean," May explained, "is that we both go after him, and see who he wants."

"But what if he chooses both. Guys do that you know. And we never share, remember?" Claire said.

"Then back down, sistah, cause I'm about to go upstairs and change into my red-slut top."

"Oooo You mean the one that has the black buttons and lace?" Claire said, her attention slightly diverted.

"Yeah"

"Oh cute! You always look good in that one. You know should wear your new jeans with that."

May smiled, "Good idea, thanks. And you really should wear that pink tank top if you're going to try."

"Which one? The v-neck or the one with the beads?" Claire asked.

"The beads, it really draws the eyes to your boobs." May clarified.

"Oh right, that one does!"

The tension had passed. May said, "Ok, so I'm gonna go change. Wear you're gold eye shadow and come back later. This'll be fun!"