Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.

Chapter 2- First Date

Harry woke up the next day feeling different. He didn't feel like lying in his room all day dwelling on the past. He got out of bed and looked at himself in the mirror. If Whitney was in fact coming over that evening, he couldn't stay looking like this.

He walked over to his closet for any thing he could find that didn't sag off of him. Nothing ever looked great on him as they were all hand-me-downs from Dudley, but he picked out the best thing he could find and put it on. Now for his hair. Looking at it in the mirror sticking out every which way only disheartened him more. His hair never stayed looking decent for five minuets.

He snuck across the hall to the bathroom. The Dursley's seemed to still be asleep. Harry got a brush and started pulling it through his horribly messy hair. It helped but not much. Figuring there was not much else to do, he went downstairs to start making breakfast.

The rest of the day dragged on. He watched TV with Dudley and Harry noticed that he seemed to know every channel's schedule by heart. How anyone could spend that much time in front of the television, Harry couldn't fathom. Then Dudley wanted to play his Play Station so Harry left him to it.

Going back up to his room, he figured he would write Ron or Hermione a letter but he couldn't think of anything to say. Thinking of nothing else to do to soothe his restlessness, he started finishing some of his summer homework.

After a few hours of doing this, he heard the door bell downstairs. He jumped up and crammed his school stuff back into his trunk. Giving himself a quick glance in the mirror, he ran downstairs.

Unfortunately, Dudley had beat him to the door. "I'll get it, Dud," Harry said. "Why? Expecting someone?" Dudley sneered. "No, get lost," Harry retorted. He refused to move. They glared at each other until the door bell rang again. Dudley reached for the door knob in slow motion. "Dudley-" He pushed Harry behind the door and swung it open.

Sure enough, it was Whitney. "Can I help you?" Dudley asked way too sweetly. "Um... yeah, is Harry here?" she asked. "Hold on let get him for you," he answered in the same fake tone and shut the door in her face. "Dudley you idiot!" Harry said trying to keep his voice down. He had already gotten bored with taunting Harry and Whitney. "Fine go talk to her. I don't care," he said and headed for the kitchen.

Harry opened the door and was glad to see her still standing there. "Hey," he said. That's all he could manage to say. "Hi," she said. Harry stepped out and closed the door. "Sorry about that. My cousin's really thick," he said. She laughed. "That's ok." "So... do you want to show me around here? I'm sure England's quite different than what I'm used to," she said. "Sure!... erm, what do you want to see?" he asked as they started walking away from his house. "Anything," she said.

They walked out of the neighborhood and into town. "Are you sure your family doesn't mind you going out?" Whitney asked. "No, they really don't care," Harry said. "There's really not much to Surrey. It's really small and so is England compared to the United States so that's mostly the biggest difference. I think, I mean I've never been there." Harry said.

Mainly they just spent the time walking around Surrey getting to know each other. Whitney didn't seem all that shy anymore. After being around her he realized just how much they had in common. Same quiet demeanor and shy appearance. But they were able to reach deeper inside each other and see their true personalities. The more they talked with each other, the more they had to talk about.

"So do you want to see a movie now?" she asked. "I know it's getting late but my parents said their ok with it." "Sure. I don't know anything that's playing but we could look." Harry said.

Harry hadn't actually seen a muggle movie in years. When they got to the movie theatre, he didn't recognize any of the films or actors. "Oh, I've been wanting to see this one," Whitney said pointing to a poster that read 'Away With Vengeance'. It seemed to be a thriller. "Alright. I'm open to anything," Harry said.

In the theatre, many people sat in their seats and talked quietly amongst themselves. Harry and Whitney took two seats in the very back row. "It doesn't start for about 20 minuets," she said. They sat there in silence for a few minuets until Whitney spoke up. "Harry, I've been thinking about it and your name isn't Harry Dursley, is it?" she asked. Harry winced at the sound of that name. "No, It's Harry Potter," he said. "How long have you lived with your Aunt and Uncle?" She seemed quite interested. "Since my parents were killed when I was a baby," Harry said. "Oh I'm so sorry to hear that!" she said sincerely. "If you don't mind my asking, what happened?" Harry thought about it. He couldn't tell her about Voldemort or Hogwarts or that he was a wizard or anything like that. At least not yet. He decided to go with the Dursley's old excuse. "Car crash. That's what this scar came from," Harry said pushing his bangs back from his forehead. Whitney studied it. "Odd shape, really," she said. "Yeah," he said quickly covering it back up. He hated lying to her. It almost felt as she could tell he was making something up or there was more to the story then what he was saying.

She wavered away from that topic. They just sat for a minuet and looked at each other. "I love your eyes, Harry," she said. "I don't think I've ever seen such a vivid green." Harry really hoped he wasn't smiling stupidly at her. "Oh, er, thank you," he said. He took notice of her eyes. An odd mixture of grayish blue. He couldn't quite tell which.

Soon after, the movie started. People all around them kept gasping and that would make both of them laugh at the worst times. "Nice choice," Harry joked after they walked out of the theatre. "I didn't know it was going to be that corny!" she said.

They made critical remarks about it on the way home. After it got old, Harry and Whitney fell back into their occasional quietness. They stopped in between both their houses. All the Dursley's lights were out, but one upstairs room light was on in Whitney's house. "Thanks for coming with me, Harry. I had a great time," she said. "Sure, so did I…we'll have to do it again sometime," Harry said. "Er…g'night," he said after a moment of awkwardness. "Night," she said and kissed him on the cheek.

Thanks to all who read and review!

EnglandGirl8990