Author: TombCrank the Crafty

Summary: Harry Potter has never dated a normal woman. Why should he start now?

Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns HP. Beth is mine.


"Honey, do you really think it's necessary to bring both C4 and Plastique?" My boyfriend asked.

I huffed. "Look, no offense or anything, but the thought of spending a weekend with your witchy friends in a magical castle is making me feel a little out of my depth here. Call them my security blanket."

"Only you would be comforted by a suitcase full of high explosives." Harry hugged me tightly.

I relaxed in his embrace. "Mmm. Just remember, you're the one who's dating me, yeah?"

He chuckled, his chest rumbling oddly against my ear. "Beth, you'll be fine. They'll love you, you'll adore Hogwarts, and if someone so much as looks at you the wrong way, I'll hex them into next week."

"My hero." I said dryly. Harry stiffened abruptly. "Oops. Sorry love, didn't mean that."

He relaxed slightly. "I know. It's just… I'm a bit nervous too. I don't really know how people are going to react to, well…"

"- the fact that their Boy Savior is shacked up with a Muggle pyromaniac? Yeah, that's going to be a bitch to explain. Have fun with that."

"How kind of you." Harry replied drolly.

"Yup. Now let me go or we'll never finish packing."

"I know for a fact that you've finished with all of your clothes."

"Yeah, but explosives are just as important. I need to prove that I can take care of myself to your friends."

"A pair of brass knuckles and a handgun would be just fine. But nooo, my girlfriend needs high explosives."

"Damn straight. Now shaddup and help me pack, bub."


Author's Note: For all the "Harry dates a normal Muggle" Mary Sue stories. This is just a random scene and I apologize for the fluffiness, but my mind works in strange ways.

TombCrank the Crafty