Potter Politics

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As soon as Harry arrived home on Wednesday afternoon, the first thing he noticed were those seven digits that represented Molly's phone number. He remembered promising her that he would call today, and it wasn't like he had anything else to do at the moment, so he went downstairs to the kitchen to use the phone. Miraculously, his Aunt Petunia was nowhere to be found. Deciding that he didn't really care, he picked up the telephone and dialed Molly's number.

On the third ring, she answered, "Hello."

"Hey Molly, it's, erm, Harry," he replied.

"Hey, babe, what's up?"

"Nothing much, how are you doing?"

"I'm, uh, all right."

"So, what are you doing tonight?"

"Nothing much."

"You want to stop by my house, and we could...talk."

"OK, how does nine sound?"

"See you then, bye Harry."

After Harry finished his conversation with Molly, he saw that it was roughly six o'clock. He went to his room to rest for a while since he had nothing better to do before getting ready to go to Molly's. At roughly nine o'clock, he went to her house.

Thump! Thump! Harry knocked on her door. When Molly opened it, Harry once again found himself short of breath. Molly was even hotter than the last time he saw her! She was wearing a very, very tight pair of blue jeans with a very form fitting white top. Molly began to smile when she saw t what kind of reaction she was getting out of Harry.

"Why don't you take a seat, Harry?"

Harry sat on the same couch that he did the last time he was there. It was a nice yet very comfortable black couch stationed in front of a rather large television. As Harry started getting comfortable, or at least as comfortable as he could in his current situation, Molly sat down right next to him. She turned the television on and leaned her head against Harry's shoulder. She was sighing contently when Harry spotted the mail sitting on the table in front of him.

Harry normally wasn't nosy but he couldn't help but notice the large "Stonewall High School" written on the envelope. He saw that it was addressed to "Molly Hamilton" and figured that it must be her grades. In the short time they had known each other, Molly had never once mentioned how she was doing in school. This envelope made Harry very curious.

"So, erm, Molly is that your report card?"

Molly turned her head to see what Harry was pointing to and said, "Yeah, probably. Why?"

"Well, don't you want to see how you, um, did?"

"It can wait 'til later Harry. I just want to spend my time with you now," Molly replied, happy that she was able to think up an excuse so quickly. She knew that she had probably done poorly, and it was one of her worst fears that Harry would find out just how dumb she was.

But Harry didn't seem to want to let up. "Come on, we've got all night. Let's just take a quick look."

"No, it's not important."

"They're your grades! Of course they're important! Let's just see how you did?"

"What do you care for, Harry?"

Harry quickly snapped his mouth shut. Molly noticed the hurt look in Harry's eyes, and decided that things would be worse if she didn't open that stupid envelope.

"All right, Harry, let's take a look."

She grabbed the envelope and hastily tore it open. She enjoyed the excuse for getting closer to Harry as she held the letter between them so they could both it. Her happiness soon dissipated, however, when she started looking at the grades.

Ms. Molly Hamilton

End of Year Grades

Stonewall High School

English... C+

Spelling... B

Mathematics... D

Geography... C-

Biology... F

Spanish... C

P.E... F (Did not attend)

Tardy:... 12

Absent: .... 17

Note from the Headmaster: Ms. Hamilton, we are very disappointed in your end of year grades. I believe we had a talk a few months ago, and you agreed to fix your grades, correct? Also, not attending Physical Education classes is simply unacceptable. There is no excuse why you should have any grades lower than a C. I would strongly encourage that you attend some form of academic instructions over the summer. I hope to see a marked improvement next year.

Headmaster Jacob J. Pontello

"There, are you happy now, Harry? I'm stupid, ok."

Molly began to get teary-eyed, something very uncommon for her, as she faced Harry. "Look, I know you probably don't want to be with a dummy and I understand. You can leave, I guess."

"Molly, do you really think I care about what grades you get in school? There is much more to you than that."

"How do you know Harry, we just met a couple days ago. How do you know what I'm really like?"

"That's why I'm going out with you. So I can get to know what you're really like."

"Going out? Name one place other than the playground or my house that we've been to."

"You know what I mean. As you said, we just started going...erm, together. We haven't had a chance to go anywhere yet. Plus, I don't think it's such a big deal."

'What? I'm glad you care so much about me, Harry. I'm glad you think that the fact I'm flunking out of school is hilarious. It's so funny."

"No, that's not what I meant and you know it. Look, I'm sorry, I just meant that..."

"No, you're right, Harry. I was just frustrated that I did so bad and I took it out on you. Do you forgive me?"

"Of course, let's just forget about it."

"You know, Harry, I like forgiving men," Molly whispered as she walked over to Harry. Sometime during their little "fight" they both got up and were on opposite corners of the room.

"You, erm, do. Well, that's good..."

"Shut up, Harry."

And with that, Molly started to kiss Harry. She was working her way up from the bottom of his neck to his mouth, when, to her great surprise, Harry shrugged her off. She was thinking that maybe Harry hadn't forgiven her yet when she was a very mischievous twinkle in Harry's eyes.

"What are you up to?"

"Nothing, I was just thinking about what you were saying."

"Well, forget it, let's go back to what we started doing."

"Nope. I'm afraid I can't do that. Do you have a jacket or anything around here."

"Of course I do. Why? Stop acting so crazy and sit down."

"Nevermind, I guess it's not really that cold outside. Come on," with that Harry grabbed Molly's hand and started dragging her to the front door.

"Do you have your key with you."

"Yeah, it's right here," Molly replied as she grabbed it off the nearby table.

"What is up with you," Molly asked with a puzzled expression on her face.

"Why, I'm taking you out, of course."

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