Author Notes: Before I continue, I would like to mention a few things. My very first story- Harry Potter and the Invisible Crystal is finished. I promised a sequel, and I wrote about 17 chapters of the sequel- Harry Potter and the Dragon's Claw. However, I did not enjoy the story very much, so I deleted the sequel. This story is going to be kind of a sequel to the Invisible Crystal, but I am going to include stuff from the 6th book, and some of the characters and events I mentioned in the previous story are not going to appear. I am sorry, but I think this story is going to be much better than the original sequel. I hope you enjoy this chapter:)

Chapter Two: Dudley's Crush

Harry smiled as he watched Ron look around the Dursley home in amazement.

"Bloody hell! Muggles actually need all of this stuff?" Ron said in awe. He walked over to the television set and stared at it for a few seconds. "Say, what does this box thing do, Harry?"

"It's called a television," Hermione said, laughing. "Muggles watch it for entertainment. If they wanted to know what is going on in the world, they watch a special "program" called "news". If they wanted to watch something funny and animated, they watch "cartoons"."

"What if they wanted to watch idiots make fools of themselves?" Ron asked excitedly.

"They could just watch the Dursley's," Harry muttered. Ron and Hermione laughed appreciatively.

"I remember being here before, Harry, do you remember? I came to get you so we could watch the Quidditch World Cup. I didn't notice all this junk back then."

"Ronald! It isn't junk! Muggles can't do magic like us! You think they can just make their toast brown by waving a stick! They need all of these things to survive!" Hermione shouted disapprovingly.

"Calm down Hermione," Harry said. "Ron was just joking, weren't you Ron?"

"Not rea—I mean of course!" Ron said quickly, noticing Hermione's glare. Suddenly, a noise like charging elephants came from behind them. Dudley ran down the stairs with a menacing look. He stopped when he saw the three of them. He looked at Harry and Ron with disgust, but his mouth opened slightly when he saw Hermione. Harry and Ron smirked as drool started pouring out of Dudley's mouth. He finally spoke.

"Hi," he said shyly to her. "My name is Dudley, what's your name?"

"My name?" Hermione said nervously. "Oh, my name is…Bill."

"Bill? That's a pretty name," Dudley said smoothening his hair out.

"You think? Well, I've got to go…somewhere," Hermione said, her voice shaking. She walked away quickly, dragging Ron and Harry with her.

"Hermione," Harry said sniggering. "I think Dudley fancies you. Now that is freakish."

"Oh, I am sure he was just being friendly," Hermione squeaked.

"Him? Friendly?," Harry asked in shock. "Well, did you know that I am engaged to Dobby's tea cozy?"

"Very funny," Hermione said. "Look, I don't care if he likes me or not. I am not going to like him because I already like Ro—berto. Yes, I like Roberto. So, I want to get some rest. Where am I sleeping, Harry?"

Ron stared at her in disbelief. "Roberto!" he exclaimed. "Who the bloody hell is Roberto?"

"None of your business Ronald," Hermione said plainly. Harry led them to his room.

"Sorry guys," he said softly. "We all have to stay here in my room. The Dursley's won't allow you to stay in their guest room."

"It's okay Harry," Hermione said. "Just tell me where I should sleep."

"Um…how about we set some mattresses. The Dursley's have two spare mattresses in the storage room. We can sneak them in here."

"Where is the storage room?" Ron asked.

"Right next door," Harry replied. "They are easy to carry-I've seen my aunt carry them. Why don't you two go bring a mattress for yourselves? You can set them on the floor. I'll just sleep on my bed."

A few minutes later, they were all sound asleep. Harry thought about his day. It was surprising that just this morning, Harry boarded the Hogwarts Express from school. His uncle Vernon had agreed to let Ron and Hermione stay with Harry until Harry turned seventeen, surprisingly. Of course, no one except Vernon, not even Harry, knew that Mad-Eye-Moody threatened to set their house on fire, unless Vernon agreed. "Just keep away from us," Uncle Vernon growled often. However, they always remained obtrusive in some way, whether it was asking Aunt Petunia for a glass of water after coming back from a long journey, or opening the window for some fresh air. The Dursley's simply detested them. Harry flipped over to his side and punched his pillow with his right fist and sighed. It's going to be a long summer …