"Hermione? Come on! We have to get back to the tour group in a few minutes so hurry up and make a wish!" My Friend Lavender said urgently, pulling me back from my day dream about a faceless boy confessing undying love for me…

Snapping my head up and simultaneously pushing my chocolaty brown curls out of my face I glared at Lavender for a second, and then quickly I turned back to the inconspicuous wishing well in the middle of some park in New York and toss in a coin, while wishing that my dream would actually happen in real life.

"So what did you wish for?" Lavender asks, slinging an arm around my shoulder and hugging me close as she does the same thing on her other side with Padma so that we're doing one of those cheesy three way side hugs. I look at Lavender incredulously, noting that her dirty blond hair is still sleek and smooth despite the gusty wind that seems to be blowing from all directions and her bright blue eyes are alight and lively, almost as if this tour around New York or just being out of school and out of London has completely rejuvenated her. Then I let my gaze slide to Padma, her jet black hair is smooth as well, and her slightly Indian looking features were lively and rejuvenated as well.

I frown in thought, wondering if I have that lively look as well or if I've even let go of my old habits enough to look newly defined and freed, shaking my head I smirk slightly at Lavender, "sorry but it's bad luck to tell people your wishes before they come true or they may never come true."

Lavender sticks her tongue out at me and then pulls us along faster so that we'll make it to the tour bus. When I first I saw it I was really surprised because I was expecting a much bigger bus since I thought a lot more people would want to see New York, but apparently my friends and I are oddities, because there are only twenty people on the bus and we are the only ones from London… or anywhere out of the country for that matter.

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I was walking down the street with my mates Dean and Seamus, my other friend Ron having stayed in London to celebrate his engagement to Luna Lovegood. We were joking around and just being blokes all around when I saw this tour bus that looked a little like ours except it might have been a little shabbier than the one we were riding but it was definitely from the same company. I shouldered Dean and Seamus out of their laughing fit and nodded my head toward the bus, "let's go see if they know where our bus is." I say since we seem to have miss placed our bus a few hours ago, but being blokes we decided not to worry until it was a problem.

They nodded and I started walking over, suddenly I saw a trio of girls walking toward the bus as well, they were walking on the other side of the street parallel to us, and they seemed to be having a grand time too. The one I really noticed however, was a very pale, with beautiful chocolaty brown ringlets and smiling almond shaped eyes that were currently directed at her two friends.

I must have been in a daze because Seamus had to elbow me to get my attention back on them and how we were going to cross the busy New York-an street with all the honking taxi's and other such hazards. When I turned to look at him, he was smirking at me. "So, one of them fine lassies catch yer eye, or were ya just staring off inta space as usual?" Seamus asked, nodding his head across the street to where the "lassies" were, and smiling a bit.

I laughed sarcastically at him and turned, readying myself to cross the street and try not to get run over by all of the cars that seemed to think their business was much more important than everyone else's.

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Lavender, Padma, and I had finally gotten situated on our bus, when some cute guys walked in and began talking to the bus driver; apparently noticing the direction of my gaze Lavender elbowed me in the ribs and grinned at me. "One of them catch your eye?" She asks, nodding at the guys who were now walking down the isle in our direction, which was at the very back of the bus.

Nodding distractedly back at her I tilt my head in the vague direction the one with messy dark hair and shining emerald green eyes, then I turn to look back at her, "which one has your eye?"I ask and she giggles before pointing at a smirking fellow, with dark brown hair and a slightly handsome face that I probably would pick out of a line up, but apparently Lavender would. I turned to ask Padma what her opinion was but she had fallen asleep with her face pressed against a window, and so, while trying to suppress my laughter I turn back to talk to Lavender, who had been seated across the isle from us, only to find that my view was blocked by a jean clad leg. Following the leg up the body I soon realized that it was the boy with emerald green eyes, and he now looking directly into my eyes, having seen my eyes journey up his body. Realizing that he saw my eyes appreciating his body and that, that was probably the cause of his growing smirk, I blushed and looked down.

Luckily the boy moved on and sat with his friends in the seats right behind us; trying to act like there weren't people behind us, I turned back to Lavender, only to find her staring at what is supposed was her new crush. I decided not to even try to elbow her out of whatever fantasy she was in at the moment and turned back to the seat in front of me to look for a book that would take my mind off of the siuation.

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I watched the bouncy brown curls of the girl in front of my spring up and down as she moved her head, first to the Indian friend who turned out the be asleep, then to her blond friend in the isle across from her, however at that moment I happened to be in the way and lucky me, she accidentally checked me out on her way to my face, which caused me to smile before moving on.

Suddenly I was shaken out of my thoughts by Seamus' hand on my shoulder, "mate can you believe the bus driver just let us hitch a ride? I thought he would at least ask for some identification or something!" His eyes were wide and I realized that he had never gotten into trouble before or gotten any special treatment.

Clapping him on the back I smiled easily, "I know right? Next thing we know, he'll be giving us free stuff too! Too bad we left some of our stuff on the other bus though..." At this Dean pipped up from his seat about that and I was free to zone out again until they needed me to stimulate the conversation with my ever so interesting opinions.

From the small sliver of the girl in the seat in front of me that I could see, I saw her bend down to get something from underneath her seat, allowing me an all access view of her arse, and believe me, I was not disappointed in the slightest...