A/N: Hope you like!
Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter series, or any of the characters, plot devices, etc. therein. Any similarities to existing places/persons is completely unintentional.
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"Let's go to the beach."
Hermione lowered her newspaper, staring at her fiancé in disbelief. "... The beach?"
"Yeah, the beach! We haven't gone out in a while, Hermione. It's a beautiful day, the sun is shining... We should go to the beach!"
"Oh dear..." Icy tendrils of dread began to crawl down Hermione's spine.
"What?"
"You've been drinking Coke again, haven't you?"
She saw Ron's face turn beet red. "... Haven't got any idea what you're going on about, Hermione."
"Ronald, you know how Coke makes you illogical and oddly spontaneous! I never should have told you about it..."
"Please, Hermione? It'd be fun! You can wear that new two-piece bathing suit Ginny gave you!"
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Ginny got that for me as a joke, Ronald. I refuse to wear it."
Ron's face fell instantly. "But... why not? I kind of like it..."
"Because my breasts are not a public display, that's why!"
"Well, fine! You can wear your other bathing suit. Come on... don't you have a craving for chicken wings?"
"... Chicken wings, Ronald?"
"Because I could really do with some chicken wings right now, and I think you could too. Everyone loves chicken wings!"
"I don't know..."
"Please?"
She sighed, accepting defeat. "Fine... I'll get the suntan lotion."
He grinned. "Thanks, Hermione!"
Ron sped off to change into his swimming trunks, and Hermione shook her head disparagingly - though she couldn't help smiling slightly, too.
She really needed to find a better hiding spot for her soft drinks.
FIN
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A/N: R&R!!!