Vacation in California!!!
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"Wait... So you think that if he were a girl he would like him?" mused Ron.
It was the average morning for Harry...Hermione and Ron were arguing once again about some off-the-wall-subject, Hermione's hair probably had syrup in it thanks to Dobby's generous servings for the trio, and Harry was more focused on what he would do over the spring vacation (which started tomorrow) than his huge pile of pancakes.
Suddenly the hall blew up in a raucous of hooting and screeching. It was mail time. Hedwig flitted gracefully over to Harry and dropped a pink, lightly scented envelope right into the thick syrup of his pancakes.
"HEDWIG! You know better than to do that!"
Hedwig hooted angrily.
"What? What did I do?!" He was very perturbed about his ruined letter.
Hedwig nodded to Harry's plate of food.
"Oh my gosh...I forgot to feed you last night! I'm so sorry!" Harry pulled a bag of owl feed and handed the entire bag to Hedwig.
Hedwig hooted something that would have sounded like a human 'humph' and flew away.
"Gees, someone's huffy this morning!" Harry remarked, then returned his gaze to the pink letter, which was now sinking into the syrup like quicksand.
He quickly pulled it out and wiped it off onto a napkin. He gingerly opened it, not wanting to rip the envelope. He had always had some weird thing about not ripping the envelope. He pulled out a beautiful painting, which had been lightened by a Xerox machine and had evidently been written on. This too was also lightly scented. These were all trademarks of Harry's pen pal, Calista. She lived in Coronado, an island off of San Diego. Harry opened up the letter and began to read:
Hola chico!
Hey, next week is your spring break, right? Well, guess what? My mom bought 4 plane tickets for you guys to fly over here and visit me for spring break! You'll fly with English-American Airlines to the San Diego airport, and I'll meet you at 9:00AM at Terminal 4, alright? Oh gosh I'm so excited to finally see you! So you, Ron and Hermione can fly over here tomorrow, along with someone of your choice (there are 4 tickets). Alrighty?
Love,
Calista Marie Jones
Harry turned the envelope over onto the table and 4 plane tickets fell out onto his napkin.
"Ron! Hermione! Ron!! Hermione!! Ron!!! Hermione!!!" he shouted excitedly.
"WHAT?!" they both responded in unison, impatiently turning to look at him. He was waving the letter around like a madman.
Hermione snatched it from his hand and began to read. About 10 seconds later she looked up at Harry, who had a huge smile spread across his face. She screamed and started jumping up and down. The entire hall turned to stare at her. Noticing this she composed herself, smoothed her robes, and sat down gracefully.
"Oh my god Harry, this is so cool!" she said, leaning towards him in a hushed voice, glancing around the room.
"I know!" he responded in the same manner.
Ron, who was now sufficiently curious, had an exasperated look on his face. He kept glancing back and forth between Harry and Hermione.
"WHAT? Lemme see!" he said, taking the letter from Hermione's hand.
It took him about a minute to get through the letter, but when he looked up he exhibited an entirely opposite reaction than Hermione. With a very cool, calm and collected look on his face, he looked at Harry and asked:
"Whom else are you going to invite?'
'Good question', Harry thought. He looked down the Gryffindor table. He met the eyes of Ginny, who had apparently been staring at him. She quickly looked down at the table. Harry stood up out of his seat and began walking towards her and her friends. Seeing this, she turned bright red and began to hyperventilate. Her palms were leaving steamy prints on the cold surface of the table. 'Why should you be nervous?' she thought, staring at her own plate of pancakes. 'You've changed over these years. Why, you're a young woman. You're thin, curvy, and you actually have a chest. Why should you be nervous when you're so gorgeous?' This last thought calmed her. She slowed her breathing, and wiped her hands on her robes. By now Harry had reached her.
"Hey Ginny." he started. She turned around as if she hadn't known he was coming.
"Hi Harry. What's up?" she was quite impressed with this.
"C'mere." he said, motioning for her to follow him.
She got up out of her seat and caught up with him so that she was walking alongside him.
He put his arm around her back as if to escort her. 'I hope she doesn't mind', Harry thought. As if to read his thoughts, Ginny mentally responded: 'Not at all, handsome'. Of course he didn't know she thought this way, so when they got to the hallway leading to the Great Hall, he let his arm fall to his side. He didn't really have a crush on her, he just thought she was nice and pretty. He looked straight into her eyes. She began to hyperventilate again.
"Ron, Hermione and I are going to San Diego next week, and I'd like you to come with us." he quested. A hopeful smile popped up on his face.
"Sure!" she peeped. "Oh, I'd love to go with you!" A huge smile appeared on her pretty face.
In a bout of extreme happiness, she reached over and gave him a big hug. Wow, he's rock hard! Oh, and those abs! she thought, holding tightly onto his warm robes and pressing her chest against his. He smiled and put his arms around her in return.
Back at the table.........................
"What are they doing over there?" Ron asked to no one in particular. That was his best friend and his little sister. And they were hugging.
"I think it's sweet." said Hermione, a girly smile appearing on her face as she watched them separate and Harry handed Ginny a plane ticket.
"It's disgusting. That's my little sister." he said, his knuckles whitening.
"Ron, Ginny isn't a little girl anymore. She's a beautiful young woman, and I think Harry and Ginny would make an adorable couple.
"Couple? Who said they were a couple?" Ron spat out the last word as if he was talking about spiders.
"No one did, goodness just lay off, Ron!" said Hermione, becoming defensive.
"Hmmph." sounded Ron, crossing his arms and leaning back in his chair.
By now Harry had walked back to the table.
"What are you doing hugging my sister?!" Ron accused, a fierce look in his eyes.
"All I did was invite her to come with us. She was the one who hugged me first. Anyway, she
isn't just your sister. She's a really nice person." said Harry, staring right back into Ron.
"Would everybody stop saying that?!" shouted Ron, pounding his fist on the table. For the
second time the entire hall was staring at them.
"Mind your own business!" shouted Ron, dismissing the stares of the students.
¤*~ChEcK bAcK tOmOrRoW fOr ChApTeR tWo!!!~*¤
¤*~Disclaimer~*¤ ¤*~I know you all know I do not own these characters!!!~*¤
"Wait... So you think that if he were a girl he would like him?" mused Ron.
It was the average morning for Harry...Hermione and Ron were arguing once again about some off-the-wall-subject, Hermione's hair probably had syrup in it thanks to Dobby's generous servings for the trio, and Harry was more focused on what he would do over the spring vacation (which started tomorrow) than his huge pile of pancakes.
Suddenly the hall blew up in a raucous of hooting and screeching. It was mail time. Hedwig flitted gracefully over to Harry and dropped a pink, lightly scented envelope right into the thick syrup of his pancakes.
"HEDWIG! You know better than to do that!"
Hedwig hooted angrily.
"What? What did I do?!" He was very perturbed about his ruined letter.
Hedwig nodded to Harry's plate of food.
"Oh my gosh...I forgot to feed you last night! I'm so sorry!" Harry pulled a bag of owl feed and handed the entire bag to Hedwig.
Hedwig hooted something that would have sounded like a human 'humph' and flew away.
"Gees, someone's huffy this morning!" Harry remarked, then returned his gaze to the pink letter, which was now sinking into the syrup like quicksand.
He quickly pulled it out and wiped it off onto a napkin. He gingerly opened it, not wanting to rip the envelope. He had always had some weird thing about not ripping the envelope. He pulled out a beautiful painting, which had been lightened by a Xerox machine and had evidently been written on. This too was also lightly scented. These were all trademarks of Harry's pen pal, Calista. She lived in Coronado, an island off of San Diego. Harry opened up the letter and began to read:
Hola chico!
Hey, next week is your spring break, right? Well, guess what? My mom bought 4 plane tickets for you guys to fly over here and visit me for spring break! You'll fly with English-American Airlines to the San Diego airport, and I'll meet you at 9:00AM at Terminal 4, alright? Oh gosh I'm so excited to finally see you! So you, Ron and Hermione can fly over here tomorrow, along with someone of your choice (there are 4 tickets). Alrighty?
Love,
Calista Marie Jones
Harry turned the envelope over onto the table and 4 plane tickets fell out onto his napkin.
"Ron! Hermione! Ron!! Hermione!! Ron!!! Hermione!!!" he shouted excitedly.
"WHAT?!" they both responded in unison, impatiently turning to look at him. He was waving the letter around like a madman.
Hermione snatched it from his hand and began to read. About 10 seconds later she looked up at Harry, who had a huge smile spread across his face. She screamed and started jumping up and down. The entire hall turned to stare at her. Noticing this she composed herself, smoothed her robes, and sat down gracefully.
"Oh my god Harry, this is so cool!" she said, leaning towards him in a hushed voice, glancing around the room.
"I know!" he responded in the same manner.
Ron, who was now sufficiently curious, had an exasperated look on his face. He kept glancing back and forth between Harry and Hermione.
"WHAT? Lemme see!" he said, taking the letter from Hermione's hand.
It took him about a minute to get through the letter, but when he looked up he exhibited an entirely opposite reaction than Hermione. With a very cool, calm and collected look on his face, he looked at Harry and asked:
"Whom else are you going to invite?'
'Good question', Harry thought. He looked down the Gryffindor table. He met the eyes of Ginny, who had apparently been staring at him. She quickly looked down at the table. Harry stood up out of his seat and began walking towards her and her friends. Seeing this, she turned bright red and began to hyperventilate. Her palms were leaving steamy prints on the cold surface of the table. 'Why should you be nervous?' she thought, staring at her own plate of pancakes. 'You've changed over these years. Why, you're a young woman. You're thin, curvy, and you actually have a chest. Why should you be nervous when you're so gorgeous?' This last thought calmed her. She slowed her breathing, and wiped her hands on her robes. By now Harry had reached her.
"Hey Ginny." he started. She turned around as if she hadn't known he was coming.
"Hi Harry. What's up?" she was quite impressed with this.
"C'mere." he said, motioning for her to follow him.
She got up out of her seat and caught up with him so that she was walking alongside him.
He put his arm around her back as if to escort her. 'I hope she doesn't mind', Harry thought. As if to read his thoughts, Ginny mentally responded: 'Not at all, handsome'. Of course he didn't know she thought this way, so when they got to the hallway leading to the Great Hall, he let his arm fall to his side. He didn't really have a crush on her, he just thought she was nice and pretty. He looked straight into her eyes. She began to hyperventilate again.
"Ron, Hermione and I are going to San Diego next week, and I'd like you to come with us." he quested. A hopeful smile popped up on his face.
"Sure!" she peeped. "Oh, I'd love to go with you!" A huge smile appeared on her pretty face.
In a bout of extreme happiness, she reached over and gave him a big hug. Wow, he's rock hard! Oh, and those abs! she thought, holding tightly onto his warm robes and pressing her chest against his. He smiled and put his arms around her in return.
Back at the table.........................
"What are they doing over there?" Ron asked to no one in particular. That was his best friend and his little sister. And they were hugging.
"I think it's sweet." said Hermione, a girly smile appearing on her face as she watched them separate and Harry handed Ginny a plane ticket.
"It's disgusting. That's my little sister." he said, his knuckles whitening.
"Ron, Ginny isn't a little girl anymore. She's a beautiful young woman, and I think Harry and Ginny would make an adorable couple.
"Couple? Who said they were a couple?" Ron spat out the last word as if he was talking about spiders.
"No one did, goodness just lay off, Ron!" said Hermione, becoming defensive.
"Hmmph." sounded Ron, crossing his arms and leaning back in his chair.
By now Harry had walked back to the table.
"What are you doing hugging my sister?!" Ron accused, a fierce look in his eyes.
"All I did was invite her to come with us. She was the one who hugged me first. Anyway, she
isn't just your sister. She's a really nice person." said Harry, staring right back into Ron.
"Would everybody stop saying that?!" shouted Ron, pounding his fist on the table. For the
second time the entire hall was staring at them.
"Mind your own business!" shouted Ron, dismissing the stares of the students.
¤*~ChEcK bAcK tOmOrRoW fOr ChApTeR tWo!!!~*¤