I don't Own Harry and Co

GRANGER RESIDENCE

"Lets see" Hermione said as she looked over her list for the fifth time. She mentally checked each item on her list again and zipped up her bag. With one final check of the smaller stuff she flopped down on her back, landing on her large comforter. She couldn't believe it. In two hours she, her boyfriend Ron, and her best friend Harry would be on a beach in Miami Florida. With the down fall of Voldemort, the most powerful, feared evil wizard in England, it would be nothing but sun surf and sand. Hermione couldn't wait. She picked up her copy of Hogwarts: A History from its resting place on her night stand and began to re-read it until it was time to meet Ron and go pick up Harry for the trip.

THE BURROW

Ron Weasley was running around in a panic. He had yet to pack for the trip he was taking with his girlfriend Hermione and best mate Harry. If Hermione knew he had waited till the very last minute to pack she would have had his hide. He ran around the house grabbing his clothes off the line, his toothbrush from the loo and his books from the shelf. After about an hour and a half of frantic packing Ron was finally done. He flopped back on to his bed and took a sigh of relief. Soon he would be in Miami. Miami where it's warm, sunny and the girls running around in skimpy bikinis. Ron's thoughts began to drift to thoughts of Hermione in a skimpy black bikini. Ron's arousal began to grown and he slowly unzipped his fly. Just as he was about to give himself some much needed attention his mother called lunch. Ron grumbled lowly and rezipped his fly.

"I'll hold that thought for later" he thought to himself with a smirk as he went to his mothers call.

PRIVET DRIVE

Harry Lay on his back observing the bowie knife in his ceiling. He had thrown it up there and pinned a fly to the ceiling. For years Harry had trained with the knife and other assassin type weapons for his fight with Voldemort. Of course his friends Ron and Hermione never knew about them. Nor did they know about the Ying, a group that had helped Harry greatly during the war. Harry never bothered to unpack his trunk. He had left all his belongings in his trunk He felt no reason to unpack. All his clothes and school books rested nicely in his trunk while harry lay on his back waiting for Ron and Hermione.

The bowie knife actually had a bigger purpose then pinning small animals to flat surfaces. It was an inter-continental portkey. It would bring them from Little Surrey England to Miami Florida USA. Harry stood upon his bed and pulled the knife out of its target just in time to hear a loud crack outside number 4. Knowing exactly who it was harry gathered his stuff and descended the stairs, ready to finally have a vacation and be safe for once in his life. He walked out the door and was enveloped in a bone crushing hug. A mass of brown hair flopped up against his chest and made it look like he had afro-chest hair. A slight blush crossed Harry's face quickly but was gone just as quick. Harry had long since accepted his feelings for Hermione, but she was with Ron and Harry was fine with that. If it had been anyone else they would have found a new meaning to the word pain. Finally Hermione released him and straightened her crumpled clothes. Harry gave Ron a manly hug. Once the affection was done they three gathered their things together and walked into the living room.

Hermione turned to Ron.

"Um...Ron...Hun...do you have the portkey?"

"No I thought you did" Ron replied after searching his pockets

"Um...no"

"I do" Harry said with a smile as he whipped out the bowie knife. The other two looked uncertain but quickly grabbed onto the sheath. Soon the felt the little tug behind their navel and then, they were gone.